Here's my first attempt at MM erotica! Hope you enjoy :)

As the neon lights of the nightclub flashed in a rhythmic pulse, the bass vibrating through the air was matched only by the electric energy of the crowd within. In a secluded booth, shielded from the dance floor by a veil of shadows, two figures locked eyes across the space
Ryan, always known for his carefree grin and boundless energy, exuded an air of confidence. His tailored suit hugged his frame like a second skin. Since he was young, he was always handsome and attracted everyone with body and masculine jaw.

Nathan, once the chubby kid with a heart full of secrets, had transformed into a striking presence over decades. His physique, honed by years of self-discovery and discipline, now spoke of the man he had become—strong, steady, and with a gaze that could broil a heart with a single intense look. Gone were the days of the chubby sidekick persona he played during all of his adolescent years.

Ryan's gaze swept over Nathan, tracing the lines of his jaw, the set of his shoulders, and the way his hair fell over his forehead. He hadn’t seen Nathan in decades, and he almost didn’t recognize his old best friend from high school.The years had been generous to his friend, and the swoop that had kindled within him so long ago flared to life once more, burning away the dust of the past.

But also regret and embarrassment sank in. After Nathan had confessed his feelings to Ryan, Ryan ghosted his once best friend, repulsed by the fact that his best friend would be homosexual. He cut Nathan off, refusing to talk to his friend despite Nathan’s begging. What he later realized was his repulsive reaction was really a reflection of fear – fear of confronting that he himself was gay.

"Ryan," Nathan's voice was a breathless sigh, carrying with it the weight of years of silence. “It’s been over 10 years. You look well,” he stated in a clip. “To be honest, I’m not sure what to say to you after you discarded me in high school.”

"Nathan," Ryan's voice was like a caress, "I can't believe this place. This music. You. You’re here. There was no excuse for my behavior in high school, but I was figuring who I was and your boldness and confidence in who you were as a gay man wrecked me… Because I was figuring out my own identity at that time, and couldn’t accept myself and that I was attracted to men.”

The tension between them crackled them was a living thing, crackling with the promise of confession and the fear of rejection. They spoke in hushed tones, their words clinging to each other, heavy with the burden of time and the weight of unspoken desires.

Sometimes they sat in silence, a contrast to the club bumping bass music.

"Remember when we used to sneak out to this spot?" Nathan finally spoke after a long pause's voice caught, asand he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, "The old train tracks?"

Ryan chuckled, the sound rumbling from his chest like thunder. "How could I forget? You were always so afraid of getting caught, but I knew you loved the thrill."

As the alcohol hit their bloodstream, the barriers they'd built around themselves began to crumble. They talked about their lives, their careers, the people they'd become, yet the elephant in the room loomed larger with each passing moment.

"I never stopped thinking about you," Ryan's admission was a whisper, his eyes never leaving Nathan's. "All these years, you were the impossible dream. Even though at that time, I couldn’t admit to anyone, especially you, that I was gay. It was never about you being unattractive, though you were definitely pudgy”, Nathan laughed, “It was because of me and my demons in feeling safe and attracted to you. I’m so sorry for all the pain I caused you.”

Nathan's throat worked, his Adam's apple bobbing as he fought to find the words. "I accept your apology. . I always knew in my heart that you needed the time and space to figure things out.”

Their hands found each other across the table, fingers entwining in a silent confession. Ryan was quiet, with watery eyes as he re-lived the pain he had caused Nathan by rejecting his old friend’s proposition to be together, and the difficulty he had with himself in coming to terms with his sexuality. The touch was tentative at first, but as the minutes ticked by, the pressure of their grip increased, a silent declaration of emotions long buried.

The music faded into the background, the world around them shrinking until there was nothing but the two of them, lost in the moment. Their eyes locked, a spark igniting an inferno within, and they were teenagers once more, full of hope and fear and the reckless abandon of youth.

Ryan stood, his movements liquid as he closed the distance between them. He cupped Nathan's cheek, the roughness of his calloused thumb easing over soft skin. Their breaths mingled, heated and heavy with the scent of wine and secrets.

"I'm not running anymore," Ryan admitted, his voice breaking.

Ryan's lips touched Nathan’s, making the first move, a tremulous brush that ignited a firestorm. Their lips moved together, a dance of discovery and reunion.

Hands roamed, igniting a spark that had smoldered for far too long. Clothing became a hindrance, something to be discarded in the fervor of the moment, until they were skin to skin, the heat of their bodies almost too much to bear.

Nathan's low groan was a sound of both frustration and yearning, the perfect harmony of their bodies a symphony that had been composing itself for years. They kissed with a fervent desperation, lips and tongues and teeth a wild ballet of want.

"Make love to me," Ryan pleaded, his voice a ragged whisper, "Please."

“On the dance floor?” Nathan asked.

Ryan's answering groan was approval, anticipation, and the promise of fulfillment all wrapped into one.

Nathan led Ryan to a dark corner of the club where there were fewer people. Nathan started by grinding on Ryan to the beat of the EDM music playing. Ryan felt his erection grow hard, and as it poked Nathan’s ass, Nathan grinded harder on Ryan while running his hands in Ryan’s hair.

“I want to feel you in me,” Nathan murmured, reaching back to feel Ryan’s erection and rub it.

Ryan looked around, subtly unbuckling his pants and pulling out his cock. It was already dripping in pre-cum and hard as a rock. Without any warning, he thrust his cock into Nathan, who felt a mix of intense pain but also pleasure.

Nathan moaned. “Yes, give it to me. I want it even harder.” Ryan thrust into Nathan, pulling in and out quickly, beads of sweat running down his face. After 10 intense minutes, he climaxed. “I’m coming,” he groaned into Nathan.

“Thank you,” Nathan said in response, reaching for Ryan’s hand to hold as Ryan came into him.