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Depeche Mode's Just Can't Get Enough was all it took to get Dustin on the makeshift dance floor in the basement of the frat house he was currently at. It was easy to dance to without being too crazy, which was what he needed since he wasn't drunk yet and still had most of his inhibitions. His roommate begged him to go and Dustin's curiosity at experiencing his first college party was too good to pass up. So far, Dustin felt he made the right choice in going and that enhanced his buzz naturally.
Dustin was jumping and shaking his ass and hips in time with the beat. His roommate was long gone, but if he was honest, Dustin didn't really care about that. Making new friends was never a problem for him. He was in the middle of doing a full body shimmy when he felt fingertips glide down his spine and around to the front where they rested on his waist. Dustin was about to tell the person off for getting in his personal space, but stopped short at the taller boy gazing at him with chocolate brown eyes and almost perfect hair. The words fell short and his mouth was left open in surprise.
"I like your dancing," the stranger holding him wooed.
"But I thought you looked a little lonely. May I join you?"
Dustin felt it was redundant to ask when they had already started swaying in rhythm to the music, but he appreciated it nonetheless. He answered by settling his hands on the shoulders of taller boy and grinding against him a bit. A soft moan escaped Dustin when the boy lowered his hands to his hips and held on tightly.
"I'm Calvin and I'm a member of this frat. Are you a pledge? Dustin liked the way he had to bend down to talk into his ear to be heard over the loud music. The hot breath made Dustin feel alive in a way he's never felt before.
"Oh, hell no. My roommate's the pledge. He dragged me here and ditched me." Dustin laughed. "I'm Dustin."
"It doesn't look like you mind he's nowhere to be seen," Calvin whispered. Dustin swore he moved close enough to have his lips brush his ear lobe faintly.
Dustin looked up from Calvin's chest and was startled to find his eyes locked on Dustin's lips. That was when Dustin threw all caution to the wind and dared to be brave. He rose up on the tips of his toes and locked his hands together behind Calvin's neck.
"And it doesn't look like you just want to dance. Are you gonna kiss me now or keep staring at my mouth?" Dustin challenged. His heart was pounding inside his chest and he hoped he wasn't imagining things. All worries vanished the next second when he felt another pair of lips smash into his.
Calvin swallowed a whimper from Dustin before pushing his tongue into Dustin's mouth and began exploring every inch of it. He had never been kissed like this and it sent a thrill throughout his entire body. Dustin never wanted this to end. Being able to match the intensity and roughness without being scared to hurt his makeout partner turned Dustin on so much.
They pulled apart once it was apparent they needed to breathe again. Calvin was about to go back for more when Dustin's roommate appeared and pulled Dustin away quickly.
"What're you doing, Adam?" Dustin yelled. "I was in the middle of something!"
"No, what are you doing? You know frat dudes are messy! I warned you about this!" Adam yelled back.
"Who cares? He was hot and that was my first gay makeout ever. Don't know if it'll ever be topped now,” Dustin pouted.
"I'm sure it will. Here, let's drink the rest of this bottle of Jack Daniels and then we'll go. Don't think this is the fraternity for me."
Dustin scowled at his roommate, but accepted the peace offering. Logically, Dustin knew he'd thank Adam for being so vigilant later on, but his dick sure was irritated now. He washed away the taste of Calvin with whiskey and bemoaned the fact it just wasn't the same.