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It’s a busy convention weekend and we’re working a booth together. I mean, it’s not just us, but there’s more than enough work to go around with setting things up and getting ready for the crowds.This ain’t our first rowdy, though. so things go pretty smoothly and we all do get to relax before the big day.

Except, this is kind of our first rowdy together. Being in the same city, being within touching distance of each other, it’s all new. We’ve been texting and sexting for a while now. Trading pics and steamy words of what we’d do to each other when we got the chance. This convention has probably been on our calendar for several months now and on our minds a lot leading up to the final trip.

We’re a little nervous, a little shy at first. Even having seen someone naked and telling them in great detail how you’d like to throw them up against a wall and fuck them silly, you’re still gonna be a little awkward in real space for the first time. But we get through that quickly enough. First contact is a long hug. My arms lingered around your waist before I went in for the kiss. It was a quick first kiss, but only because we both smiled too big after it.

We got in more kissing and touching during that initial meeting, but we had to cut things short to get back to the group and help with setup. The rest of the day was spent stealing glances at each other and circling the other as we worked. We happened to not be on the same task at any given time, but never out of sight for long either. It’s another layer of teasing, though this time it’s the universe having some fun with us.

We are absolutely no strangers to teasing each other until we’re blue balled, but this is a little different. For once, we can see each other without the aid of a screen. My favorite notification is now laughing and breathing just a few feet from me. I can watch as you talk and joke with the team manager. My eyes lingering on your lips, how your tongue flicks out as you mock your friend. Your eyes, how they squint when you smile. That laugh. Oh, how that laugh always makes my heart beat a little louder.

And I mean, not to skip over the rest of you! I definitely catch myself staring at your ass as you work on setting things up. The anticipation is almost killing me, but I’ve waited this long to touch you, to taste you, waiting a little longer to fuck doesn’t make an ounce of difference.

Eventually, the work comes to a slow and there’s just a handful of small errands and tasks for the various leads to handle. We get to stop and talk to the rest of the team while we wait for the leaders to get back. We check in with the other, asking how the work went on your end, how was my trip down, and so on with small, easy talk.

It’s all sort of the outward calm over the storm of anticipation that has been building up to this point. Standing close to you is exciting just in and of itself, which is ridiculous but yet here I am, standing a little closer to you. And in return, you stand just a little closer to me too. You don’t back down. You’re in your element, surrounded by your people. You’re very comfortable here and very comfortable with me.

Maybe too comfortable. I’m chatting with the booth manager when I suddenly feel your hand slip into my back pocket. You give my ass a playful squeeze, but you also just keep it there. I shoot you a smirk and you stick your tongue out just a little back at me. You’re quite happy to be able to touch me and you are only just getting started.

Standing around and talking with everyone, there’s a little more touching but just relaxed, comfortable touches. Leaning on the other. A teasy push or playful hit. A hand that lingers around the waist when I step away to grab something. Before long though, the leads get back and we all gather our things up and go for dinner. We get in different cars to get to the place, but when they seat the group we make sure we’re sitting close to each other.

I quickly realize that sitting so close to you might have been a mistake though. Well, not a mistake, but maybe a tactical error on my part. We don’t even get to drink orders before I feel you under the table. As I tell the waiter what I’ll be drinking tonight, you seem to take extra pleasure in rubbing your foot in my lap, but I don’t break composure. I do jump at the chance to trade seats with your friend who doesn’t want to be at the end of the table so far from the main conversations. That puts you right next to me and I make sure to slide a hand along your thigh and grip just a little too hard. The kind of firm and demanding grip that lets you know what’s on my mind.

Dinner comes and goes with under the table touches and above table teases. Nothing too public, nothing too direct, but enough your more perceptive friends are definitely picking something up between us. You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom and when you come back you tell me to check my phone. I nearly drop it when I see the teasy pics you took for me while you were away. I don’t get to stare at them too long though as the waiter comes up behind me with the bill for the table and I stumble over my words to hide my phone and accept it from them. I pass the bill down the table but I see your smug grin at catching me off guard like that.

Back at the hotel, we’d made our plans for this night months ago and we get our time alone together. While everyone else settles in for an early night, we get to fucking like rabbits. Oh, it was abso-fucking-lutely a hot night to remember! Exploring each other’s bodies, getting to roll around together, a mess of limbs tangled up in each other. The playful teases actually leading to physical conclusions now. Even just getting to cuddle in the afterglow and falling asleep together after showering. But that’s not the part of the weekend that stands out to me the most.

Hell, even waking up and realizing you’re actually right here next to me, that’s staying with me forever. But the story I like to think of, the extra sexy, extra nerdy fun we had later in the weekend, that’s what I have burned into my memory. That’s the story I want to play through now.

First day of the convention, we show up tired and drinking much too large cups of coffee. Are are sluggish and sore in all the right places. Content in that afterglow of a night of intimacy. We’re the last ones in before the hall opens to the public and your manager is annoyed, but he knows why we’re late. He teases us a little and tells us which area we’re each working today. Once the masses are allowed to enter, the day starts to blur by.

There’s always this excitement, this fresh energy on the first day of a convention. Everyone is fresh and eager. Eager attendees who want to see everything first. Eager sellers looking to make the first sale of the con. The booth folk are still fresh, the air is stale but not musky, the con staff don’t hate everyone just yet. It’s a modern kind of magic.

So we have plenty to do and don’t spend too much time near each other too often. But when we do, there’s always sparks. Trying to slide behind you while you get something off a shelf, only to have to scoot your ass back into me. Me doing my best wolf whistle when you walk by my area. Coy flirting when you take your lunch break before me. Sweet gestures like seeing if you need anything when I take my break or telling each other of booths to check out next break.

I’m still proud of the time I caught you in the back all alone. Just as you reached up to get something off a top shelf I came up behind you, wrapped my arms around you and growled right in your ear. You gave such a yelp another team member poked their head back to ask if you were alright. You managed to cover it up saying that the top box had started to fall but you caught up. More than a little flustered, you shot me a glare but all you could do was watch as I walked away with a devilish grin on my face. And so back and forth we went, composure checks and sneak attacks throughout the day.

The day went on with a few more teasy texts being exchanged, a few more touches and glances, but the booth is pretty busy. Every convention, there’s always terrible lines for bathrooms, men, women, gender-neutral, doesn’t matter! The ones in the main areas are always ridiculously crowded. So to find one that’s off the beaten path, that’s always clean, with no line? That’s more valuable than a whole pallet of Gatorades and granola bars. So it’s news worthy when you mention to me you found the good con bathroom. A gender-neutral bathroom off the side hall that hardly anyone seems to use.

When the first day finally comes to an end, we’re all tired. You and I collapse into each other and hold there leaning on the other until the group decides where we’re getting supper tonight. Our touches are less sexy, more intimate this evening. More hands-on each other and staying closeby, but less needy. Getting back to the hotel we are beat and we resign to a quieter night and fall asleep together. It’s going to be a long weekend and we can’t afford to stay up every night fucking each other senseless.

This, of course, means the next day we’re both feeling energized and extra feisty. The second day of the con is a little quieter, it’s sort of the lull before the weekend storm. Not that it’s dead, but that our booth is well prepared for the hecticness of tomorrow, so today we’re a little overstaffed. Not a bad problem to have at all. When the team manager asks if anyone wants to take an extra break for an hour or so now, we lock eyes and jump at the chance.

Maybe we’re lucky the whole team doesn’t know we’re hooking up because then they might never let us both go on break at the same time. Or maybe your friend doesn’t really care what we get up to while we’re on break. “As long as you’re back here in an hour.” So we make a Beeline for the gender-neutral bathroom off the side hall where hardly anyone goes. One of the team members who hasn’t picked up on us lets us know the best food court options are the other way but don’t stop as we tell him we’re fine.

There’s a hurried speed walk of sorts when you are excited to get to your destination and are also a little nervous about if it’ll be available for what you want to do. We have an hour, so unless it’s getting deep cleaned because someone murdered the Green Power Ranger, we should have plenty of time for a quickie. Instincts tell us we don’t need this to be a long thing, but also the second you say that you’re basically jinxing yourself that it’s gonna be not so quick.

The convention gods are smiling on us today it seems, as there’s hardly anyone around when we turn the corner. The dull roar of the crowd is still plenty loud over here, but there’s no traffic through this back sextion. Sorry, I meant section. As we approach, we hear a flush and an older guy with a vendor badge steps out and heads the way we came. God bless gender-neutral bathrooms. Taking only a moment to look around, we dip right in together and lock the door behind us.

Well, I lock the door. You immediately start grabbing at my pants and undoing my belt. Our kisses are frantic as my zipper goes down and my pants are peeled off. Pushed back against the door, my hands slide around you, pulling you into me. I grab a handful of your hair as I feel your fingers wrap around my cock. I gasp and moan at your touch, easing up on my grip on your hair just enough to let you drop to your knees in front of me.

You look so fucking hot down there. Your tongue sliding along the length of my cock. I’ve been dealing with a constant hard one all weekend, trying to keep things contained and hidden most of the time. Right now, you’ve got me raging to go as you plunge the head of my cock into your mouth. It’s almost too much as you slam me against the back of your throat and moan into me.

We hadn’t really discussed what we’d wanted to do here right now. We sort of just saw an opportunity to fulfill a convention fantasy of ours and went for it. You choke down my cock a little longer before you pull me out of your mouth and tell me that you want me to fuck you. The need in your voice, the sweet way you said it as you licked the precum off your lips, I am more than happy to fill that need.

Grabbing you by your hair, I pull you to your feet and push you against the wall. You feel the cold of the concrete against your face as my hands slide down your body and I press against you from behind. Your arms brace against the wall as my hands yank your pants down and out of the way.

There’s something about that first thrust slamming into you that hits a little different. I slip my hand over your mouth because I know how hard it is for you to keep quiet. You still moan plenty loud into my hand as I thrust into you. The pleading look of pleasure in your eyes though as you look back over your shoulder as I start to piston my cock into you tells me you’re too desperate, too needy to control your volume right now.

We get ourselves worked up every day, all the little teasing on and off and on and off throughout the day. But to find a place to fuck around other people, with who knows who on the other side of the wall, that’s a whole other kind of desperate and needy. It’s a different kind of worked up.

I slide my fingers into your mouth for you to suck on and try to quiet your moans as I slam into you. You always love trying to get me worked up so I take it out on you and boy am I taking it out on you right now. Filling you up hard and pushing you against the concrete forcefully, you love the feeling of dominance from me. This level of physical communication that says, “this is mine. I want you and I need you. Now!”

You hear my hushed and strained voice in your ear as I goad you with dirty talking. I ask if you want this load, if you’re gonna take my cum and let me fill you up before we leave this room. How you’ll feel it drip down your legs. How you’ll smell like my cock the rest of the day. That anyone who gets too close to us will smell the sex on us.

You moan an agreement but quickly take it back. Yes, no wait. You tell me you want me to scent you. That you want me to cum on your face so everyone knows your mine. You want me to cum on that pretty little face of yours. Fuck, the way you beg for it, I can barely contain myself from cumming right there, but I want to give you what you want.

Before I do though, you plead for me to stay in a little longer, that you don’t want me to pull out just yet. I push your face against the wall and dig into you a little longer and a little harder. The way your pussy wraps around my cock, I can tell you’re getting close. You’re trying to be quiet, though failing miserably.

One of my hands goes to your shoulder while the other guides your hip and arches your back so I can get deep inside you. I feel you clench around me as thrust in and piston out. Your body pulls me back into you as you plead for just a little longer. You only have me for a few minutes so you want to make the most of the feeling of me inside you.

As you build to climax, you desperately plead with me to not cum when you cum. Seems you’re pretty intent on getting my scent and catching it with your tongue now. You want to cum on my cock so badly you’re still mid plea when I have to wrap my hand over your mouth again to muffle your moans as you cum.

Your knees shudder and your body struggles as you orgasm on my cock against the bathroom wall. It’s almost too much for me, but we didn’t tease ourselves all this long for me to blow my load on accident. Your moans into my hand slow from fast and desperate to sweet and content before I finally release you and pull out.

Fuck, you whisper as you shruggle to talk, struggle to function a moment. Turning around, you get on your knees to face my now soak cock as I stroke myself in front of your panting tongue. You eagerly watch as I stroke it nice and hard and fast so I can give you what you want. Greedily, you slip a hand down between your legs to play with yourself as you stare at me. You just came, but you’re too excited at the view of me touching myself in front of you, of my cock covered in your juices, not to. You moan and beg for it now. For me to cum on your tongue, on your face, your glasses.

“Please baby, cum all over my face. I’ll drink up every drop that I can. Clean off the rest. Clean you off before we go back to the con.”

Mmmmm, the way you plead and ask for it. I know you want me to feel so fucking good now too. Now that I’ve made you feel so good. My hand is practically a blur as I work my shaft and build myself up. Hearing how badly you want it, how you want to taste it, taste me. How you want to feel it, smell it, how you want to be mine.

I’m going to show everyone just who you belong to. Give you every drop of cum and let you lick it all up. I try to be careful not to get it in your hair, to get most of it on your face and tongue if I can help it. All this teasing though, I’m so very worked up. When I finally cum, it’s a hot mess that shoots out as I continue to stroke myself. Your expression so eager for my release and ready to catch every last drop. Tucking your tongue under the head of my cock, you drink up the last few squirts as I finally wind down.

I’m definitely quieter than you but a few well earned moans escape my lips as I finish and you clean up the mess I’ve made. You take your time to clean me off before getting up to clean yourself. Seductively licking some off your fingers before checking yourself in the mirror to clean the telltale signs away. Finally putting ourselves back in order, we sheepishly open the door and leave the bathroom with dumb grins on our face.

We’re greeted by the dull roar of the crowd again and a sweaty looking guy in an Ironman shirt who doesn’t look at us twice as he hurries past us and locks the door. We still have some time so we grab some food and take the long way around back to the booth. We’re both riding a little high on our dirty little secret. A little extra pleasure pulled from just how close we were to the crowd without getting caught.

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Getting back to the booth, no one really notices anything different though we’ve got a little extra bounce in our steps.

Your friend definitely knows by the end of the day. They’re impressed but not surprised.

It’s definitely a new favorite con memory for me.

Getting back to our roles around the booth, our teases are noticeably less frequent and less pointed. Both of us left in a bit of a post-orgasm haze with our minds replaying the fun we stole away in the bathroom together. Sometimes I’d overhear you explaining something to an attendee and hear you just trail off a second before coming back to the conversation a little flustered. You’d get an odd look or two, but no one would question it. Not like there aren’t plenty of easily distracted nerds running around here.

Of course, they don’t know what you’re really daydreaming about. How sometimes your mind just slips back to the view of being on your knees looking up at me stroking myself for you. At the memory of the cold stone against your skin or my hot load on your flushed cheeks.

Maybe it’s actually the smell of sex on me or maybe it’s just that a guy who already has had his daily fill of con tail is just more relaxed and appealing but a few cuties from another booth stop by my corner and stand around to talk to me for a little too long. You don’t mind though. It’s cute, watching me talk and entertain. You can tell they’re leaning into me but that I’m either oblivious or just not interested. Maybe I know I’ve already got my hands full enough with you this weekend. I mean, scenting you goes both ways. You are mine, which means I am yours in that way. We’ve got our little connection no one else has or can even put a finger on.

Don’t get me wrong, I still watch with hungry eyes when some guys stop by your corner and stand around to talk to you for a little too long. They’re a little more direct though, straight up telling you you’re cute and that you should grab drinks with them later. You’re flirty, teasy, you humor them, but you’ve already got plans for tonight. Maybe you’ll see them at one of the after-parties, but you don’t really commit to anything as they finally take the hint from our team leader. The leads don’t mind a little flirting to close a sale or friendly talking with other professionals, but if you’re not going to buy anything and you’re not networking, they start staring guests down.

Before the end of the weekend, I lose track of how many times we smash uglies. Bone. Do the horizontal monster mash. Do the deed. Fuck each other senseless and completely to exhaustion. It becomes a little bit of an inside joke for us, “Stay hydrated!” we shout as we chuck Gatorades at each other through the weekend.

I think my favorite part of the weekend, besides the whole package of seeing and touching you, probably second after the bathroom quickie, is getting to watch the end of the convention concert with you. The music blaring, the stage lights flashing, the nerdiness so thick in the air you could cut it. Feeling your hand in mine, getting to hear your heartbeat under the beat of the music, it was a beautiful ending to a beautiful weekend.

Think we’re going to have to make plans for next year already.

Of course, there are plenty of more conventions between now and then. Between you and me. Think we can make something work?

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