My ‘straight’ work bro and I got way too curious after hours

It was one of those nights where the air felt electric, and the city seemed to hum with secrets. I wasn’t sure what compelled me to wander into *The Velvet Circuit*, a members-only club tucked away in the shadowy corner of downtown. Maybe it was boredom, maybe curiosity, or maybe something deeper I hadn’t yet admitted to myself. I’d heard whispers about the place—its neon-lit rooms, its ambient beats, its reputation for blurring lines. I told myself I was just *checking it out*. Just a little detour on my way home from work.

The bouncer gave me a nod—no words exchanged, just a quiet acknowledgment that I belonged. The moment I stepped inside, the world shifted. The air was thick with the scent of leather and something sweet, like vanilla laced with mischief. The walls pulsed with vibrant neon lights—pinks, blues, and greens—casting everyone in a dreamlike glow. The music was low, seductive, a steady rhythm that seemed to crawl under my skin.

I scanned the room, taking it all in. Men of every kind were here—some in tailored suits, others in leather harnesses, all of them unapologetically themselves. I felt out of place in my button-down and jeans, but there was something thrilling about it. I ordered a drink at the bar, something strong to calm the flutter in my chest.

[That’s when I saw him.](https://www.redquill.net/story/7ftiaj-neon-lights-hidden-desires?utm_source=reddit&utm_id=breakingcanon)

*Theo.*

My stomach dropped. Of all the places, all the nights, all the people—why him? He was leaning against the bar, his tie loosened, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He looked… different. Relaxed, maybe even a little daring. I almost turned around, but he spotted me before I could escape.

“Lance?” His voice was equal parts surprise and amusement.

I forced a grin, raising my glass in a half-hearted toast. “Fancy meeting you here.”

He chuckled, his sharp features softening under the neon lights. “Yeah, small world. Or, uh, small city, I guess.”

We stared at each other for a moment, the air between us thick with unspoken questions. Finally, he gestured to the stool beside him. “You’re here alone?”

I nodded, sliding onto the seat. “Just… checking it out. You?”

“Same,” he said, his tone casual, but there was a flicker of something in his eyes—curiosity, maybe uncertainty. “Figured it was time to step outside my comfort zone.”

“Yeah, me too,” I admitted, though I wasn’t sure how far outside my comfort zone I was ready to step.

We drank in silence for a while, the bass of the music throbbing in the background. It was awkward, but not painfully so. Eventually, Theo broke the silence. “So, what do you think?”

I glanced around the room again, taking in the way the light caught on the polished leather of a stranger’s jacket, the way the music seemed to pull people closer together. “It’s… different,” I said finally. “But in a good way.”

Theo nodded, swirling his drink. “Yeah. Different.”

Neither of us said anything for a while after that. The conversation was stilted, neither of us willing to broach the obvious topic: why we were *really* here. But as the night wore on and the drinks kept coming, the tension between us grew heavier, more charged.

Finally, Theo leaned in closer, his voice just above a whisper. “You ever wonder what it’s like?”

I froze, my glass halfway to my lips. “What’s *what* like?”

He smirked, but there was a nervous edge to it. “You know. With… a guy.”

My heart pounded in my chest. I wanted to laugh it off, to make a joke and change the subject. But I couldn’t. The question lingered in the air between us, heavy and unignorable.

“Sometimes,” I admitted, my voice barely audible. “Yeah. I guess I have.”

Theo’s smirk softened into something more serious, more vulnerable. “Me too.”

We sat there for what felt like an eternity, knees just barely touching, our breaths shallow and unsteady. I could feel the heat radiating off him, see the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. The air was thick with possibility, with the kind of tension that begged to be broken.

And then, without thinking, I reached out. My hand brushed his, and for a moment, neither of us moved.

A beat passed.

Then, slowly, his fingers intertwined with mine.

Neither of us spoke. Words felt unnecessary, inadequate. Instead, we just stayed like that, our hands joined, our eyes locked.

The world around us seemed to fade—the music, the lights, the other patrons. It was just us, sitting there in the quiet chaos of the moment.

Eventually, Theo stood, pulling me up with him. “Come on,” he said softly, his voice low and urgent. “Let’s find somewhere more private.”

I hesitated for just a second, but then I nodded. My heart was racing, my thoughts a jumbled mess, but I followed him anyway.

He led me to a small, dimly lit lounge at the back of the club. The walls were lined with plush velvet, the air cool and still. He closed the door behind us, and suddenly, the noise of the club was gone.

We stood there for a moment, the space between us charged with something I couldn’t name. Neither of us moved, neither of us spoke.

Finally, Theo broke the silence. “We don’t have to do anything,” he said, his voice gentle. “But if you want to…”

He trailed off, leaving the sentence unfinished, but I knew what he meant.

My breath hitched, my pulse quickened. I wanted to say no, to laugh it off and walk away. But I didn’t.

Instead, I stepped closer, my hand reaching out to cup his cheek. His skin was warm, his stubble rough under my palm.

“I want to,” I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Theo’s eyes widened, his breath catching. For a moment, he just looked at me, his gaze searching, uncertain.

And then, he leaned in.

His lips were tentative at first, brushing mine in a soft, almost hesitant kiss. It was awkward, unsure, but there was something undeniably electric about it.

I kissed him back, my hands sliding up to tangle in his hair. His body pressed against mine, solid and warm, and suddenly, the awkwardness melted away.

The kiss deepened, our lips moving together in a slow, exploratory rhythm. His hands roamed over my back, pulling me closer, and I could feel the heat building between us.

When we finally broke apart, both of us were breathing hard, our foreheads pressed together.

“That was…” Theo started, but he didn’t finish.

“Yeah,” I agreed, my voice shaky. “It was.”

We looked at each other for a long moment, the weight of what had just happened settling between us. And then, without a word, Theo reached down and unbuttoned my jeans.

My breath caught as his hand slipped inside, his fingers wrapping around me with a confident grip.

“Theo,” I murmured, my voice strained.

He didn’t say anything, just leaned in to kiss me again as his hand began to move.

“I… I want to try something,” he whispered against my lips.

“Like what?” I asked, my voice barely audible.

He hesitated, his breath warm against my skin. “Can I…?”

He trailed off, his hand stilling.

I knew what he was asking.

My heart raced, my thoughts a jumbled mess. But somehow, I managed to nod.

Theo sank to his knees, his hands trembling slightly as he tugged my jeans down.

“Theo,” I said, my voice cracking.

He looked up at me, his eyes dark with something I couldn’t quite place.

And then, he leaned in.

All I could hear was the sound of my own breathing, ragged and uneven.

“Tell me if you want to stop,” he murmured, his lips brushing against me.

I nodded, my hands tangling in his hair.

And then, he took me in his mouth.

“Fuck,” I breathed, my head falling back.

The sensation was unlike anything I’d ever felt—warm, wet, intense. My fingers tightened in his hair, my hips bucking involuntarily.

Theo’s hands gripped my hips, steadying me as he moved, his tongue working in ways that made my knees weak.

“Theo,” I gasped, my voice rough.

He didn’t stop, didn’t slow down. If anything, he seemed to revel in the sounds I was making, in the way my body responded to him.

“You like that?” he murmured, pulling back just enough to speak.

“Yeah,” I managed, my voice barely a whisper.

He grinned, his eyes shining with something that looked like pride. And then he leaned in again, his mouth hot and insistent.

My hips moved on their own, my body chasing the pleasure he was giving me. His hands tightened on my hips, guiding me, encouraging me.

“Theo,” I gasped again, my voice breaking.

He didn’t stop, didn’t let up. If anything, he seemed to take my moans and gasps as a challenge, doubling down on his efforts.

“I’m close,” I warned, my voice strained.

He didn’t pull back, didn’t hesitate. Instead, he swallowed me deeper, his throat working around me.

“Fuck,” I groaned, my hands tightening in his hair.

And then I was coming, my body shuddering as waves of pleasure crashed over me. Theo didn’t stop, didn’t pull away, until I was completely spent, my legs trembling beneath me.

When he finally sat back, his lips were slick, his eyes dark with satisfaction.

“Wow,” I whispered, my voice shaky.

He grinned, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “Yeah.”

We stood there for a moment, both of us catching our breath. And then, without a word, Theo stood.

My heart raced as he started to unbuckle his belt.

“Your turn,” he said, his voice low and rough.

I hesitated, my hands trembling. But then I reached out, my fingers brushing against him.

“Theo,” I murmured, my voice barely audible.

He looked down at me, his breath catching as my hand wrapped around him.