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palacechristianJohnny put away the last of the leftovers and wiped down the counter, then turned and leaned on it. He wanted something, but he couldn't quite figure out what. Usually at this time in the evening, he and Christian would cuddle on the sofa and watch a vid, shifting over to sex either during or after it was over, depending on how good the movie was. But tonight Johnny was feeling antsy.
He figured it was probably because school was starting up in three days and he had to actually go to campus for a couple of classes this time. He'd ridden down (with Jet beside him on a bike of his own) to look around and get used to the place, check out where he had to go; no sense being late the first day 'cause he got lost. It'd be fun meeting his classmates in realspace but he was nervous, too. He wasn't Christian and he had no way of preventing people from recognizing him. He knew it'd be fine but he couldn't help worrying a little.
Christian sidled up beside his lover without even being noticed and poked a gentle forefinger against the wrinkle that had formed between Johnny's brows, the one that said he was getting all bothered over something. Johnny blinked and then focused, giving him a smile and a puzzled look as if he was wondering why there was a finger attached to his forehead. "Stop fretting." Christian told him. "It may never happen." He dropped his hand away and leaned on the counter next to him.
Johnny smirked and leaned against Christian's shoulder. "Somehow I think the chance of my not being recognized by anyone at all on campus is kinda slim. If nothing else, when the professors call roll and I have to answer to my name, that'll sort of give it away, you know?"
"Ahhh." Christian gave a wise nod. "'Tis that dilemma is it? The ole 'How to Deal with the Downside of Infamy' thing." He gave Johnny a lightning grin before reassuming his professorial demeanour. "No simple answer my love, I'm sorry. There's a thousand different ways to deal with it and you'll have to work out which one you favor. Meanwhile, looks to me like taking your mind off it might be the best thing to do. Wanna do something?"
"Sure!" Distraction sounded like a great idea and Johnny rolled over to lean against Christian chest-to-chest with his arms wrapped around his lover's neck. "What did you have in mind?"
"Ummm...?" Christian likewise took hold of his lover, drawing him closer with his arms about his waist. He cocked his head to one side. "Something loud, frenetic and distracting. Preferably with alcohol involved. How 'bout we hit a club or two or three? Get wasted. Get laid. Whatever."
"A club? Like, a real club, with other people...?" That wasn't quite what Johnny'd had in mind. Christian had been teaching him to dance, since his offhand comment on the way home from the movies that he wouldn't want to learn in public, but the idea of dancing in front of anyone else still made him want to go hide in the bathroom or something. Still, he had said he wanted to get out and experience more... things. "Umm, sure. That sounds like fun."
"Oh man, such excitement! Slow down on the over-enthusiasm there, lover, you'll bust something!" Christian leaned in close and kissed his nose before spinning Johnny around and sending him off in the direction of the bedroom to get 'spiffied up' with a pat on the ass as encouragement.
The club Christian chose was one he'd been to many times in the past. Although it didn't look it, the Metropolis was not only exclusive but was also very well guarded against intrusion by the media or any other sort of undesirable. Other than that discreet fact, it looked like any one of a number of clubs in the area, not that he expected Johnny to be able to discriminate or even discern the difference, but he was intent on giving his lover a good experience and had chosen accordingly.
They were standing inside the doors, next to the railing that looked down into the bar area and across the dance floor and he was enjoying watching the look on Johnny's face as his eyes flitted to and fro taking in the varied sights. Both of them had wound up dressed in head to toe black, slacks, boots and button up shirts made of thin silk, Christian having made his lover change out of T-shirts twice before he'd dived into the closet himself to make the selection for him and he was more than satisfied with the results. Black blended in, yes, but it was also damned sexy, especially on Johnny and he could see more than one set of interested eyes already lighting on his partner's slender figure. Leaning in close to be heard, he asked, "A drink first?"
"Good idea," Johnny agreed with a nod. He was about to ask for a beer, but then figured if he was here for new experiences, he might as well go for it. "Pick something for me?"
When Christian grinned and nodded and slipped away, Johnny gripped the smooth railing and forced himself to stay where he was, when all he wanted to do was follow along like a nervous puppy. You'll be fine, he told himself sternly. This place is cool, the music's great, the worst that'll happen is you'll look like an idiot trying to dance, and even that won't matter 'cause Christian's making sure no one recognizes us. Relax, maintain....
He leaned on the rail and watched the dancers. He tried moving some to the music, just sort of swaying a bit, but by the time Christian came back with their drinks he'd almost relaxed, a little, sort of.
Handing Johnny his drink without a word toward identifying its contents, Christian leaned forward on the rail and sipped his own rum and coke. It looked good down there. The dance floor was nice and crowded, the beat was hot and so were some of the dancers. Soon as they'd finished their drinks, he decided, he and Johnny would head down there, gyrate a little in the limited space and see what came up. Or who. He glanced sideways at his lover, hiding his grin when he saw that Johnny was eyeing the drink he'd received with suspicion. He turned his head away but Johnny caught him.
"Should I be afraid?" Johnny asked, only half kidding.
Straightfaced, Christian raised an eyebrow. "You? Afraid of an Orgasm? That'll be the day."
Johnny tried to choke back a laugh and almost made it. "Umm, thanks." He sent Christian a look and took a sip. It wasn't bad -- kind of fruity and sweet.
Knowing full well that Johnny would never manage to finish his drink, Christian just waited til his own was gone before he took it out of his lover's unresisting fingers and left it on a convenient side table, tugging Johnny down the stairs toward the dance floor with a grin and a, "Come on. Let's dance." He slid into a mostly vacant spot on the dance floor with the ease of long practice and slid his arms around Johnny's waist, tugging him close and leaning in to speak into his ear. "Best thing about these clubs," he told him. "You don't have to dance. You just stand close together and get pushed to and fro."
"Mmm, I think I can handle that," Johnny purred. He wrapped his arms around Christian's shoulders and leaned in until they were touching from chest to thighs, and just swayed along.
For three or four numbers, Christian simply enjoyed holding his partner in his arms and moving to the music. When the fifth song started, a slow sensual burn of a song, he let his eyes drift open and cast around the floor to see the sights. Quite a few couples on the floor and several small groups of friends standing at various tables around the edge. Not to mention those without partners at all. He made eye contact with a nice looking man who was leaning against one of the pillars. Definite interest in those light colored eyes. Pulling back from Johnny's embrace he suggested they get another drink, something to cool a thirst this time and led Johnny toward the bar. "You get us something," he suggested and moved to stand beside a vacant table to wait.
Johnny nodded and moved over to order. He remembered what Harry'd said about the best thing to drink when you're hot and thirsty, and got a couple of dark beers. While heading back, he was so focused on snaking his way through the crowd without spilling anything that he didn't notice he'd picked up a tail until he got back to Christian and saw his lover sending an interested look over his shoulder. He turned around and saw a cute blond kid with a bright, suggestive smile standing behind him.
"Wow," said the blond kid, "two for one. Maybe this is my lucky night?"
Christian gave the kid a welcoming smile all the time maintaining eye contact with the dark-haired pretty who was now lounging on the rail not three feet away. "Maybe," he told the kid. "Or maybe...."
The arrival of what might be a rival seemed to galvanise Christian's target and he straightened up and approached them, getting close enough just in time to hear the tail end of Christian's comment. He shook his head at the blond. "One each, methinks." He grinned. "If all are amenable."
Christian shifted his stance in subtle agreement and looked at Johnny. "Sure," he said, speaking to all. "But there's no rush. This is John and my name's Chris."
Johnny handed Christian his beer and leaned in close, suddenly needing the contact. He smiled and nodded at both guys; he felt shy and nervous but it was pretty clear Christian was interested in hooking up with one or both of them and Johnny was determined to go along. It'd be fun, he knew that -- the dark-haired guy seemed a bit... intense, but the blond looked to be about Johnny's age and he was cute. He could handle this, it'd be fine.
About half an hour later the four of them were sitting around the table, drinking and laughing. The dark guy, whose name was Gale, had seemed ready to get right to it, but Christian had kept things slow and easy and Johnny'd finally relaxed enough to sit back a little, with only his knee touching Christian's under the table. The blond kid, Randy, had accepted a beer and some conversation with good humor. The other three had been talking about other clubs they'd been to and stuff Johnny'd never done, but he'd drunk his beer and listened, just enjoying the company and occasionally checking out Randy, who was really hot when he laughed.
Sensing, without intrusion, that Johnny was feeling better and more relaxed, Christian turned to Gale and suggested they dance. It'd not only give Johnny and Randy some time alone for... whatever, but it'd move his and Gale's plans along nicely. This club had a handy set of 'back rooms', nice and private with all the accoutrements a person could possibly need and, from the looks he'd been getting from Gale, a trip back there was absolutely imminent. He tapped Johnny's shoulder and told him where he'd be. "If you want to, that is," he added with a quick kiss before Gale pulled on his hand and dragged him off to dance.
Johnny froze for a moment when Christian walked off, then untensed on sheer will power. He finished his beer and when he met Randy's inquiring grin he felt himself blushing. "Umm, I've never... I mean I have but only with Chris or a friend, someone I knew already, you know? I mean I want to, I do, it's just--"
Randy grinned through most of Johnny's babbling, then just leaned over and shut him up with a kiss. "How about if we head back and find a wall for you to fuck me into?" he whispered.
Johnny just blinked, then said, "Yeah, that works," and kissed him back.
The dance floor was apparently just a conduit to the back rooms so far as Gale was concerned. Christian let Gale switch places with him once they got to the side of the floor and simply followed along with a grin as the other man took his hand and led him on a winding track through the press of people toward the darkened doorway on the other side. A quick glance over his shoulder confirmed what he'd expected as he saw Johnny and the blond kid, Randy, heading in the same direction along the mezzanine. He made a determined stop just inside the doorway, earning him a puzzled look from Gale until he indicated by gesture and Gale saw the other two coming their way. "Cool."
Johnny let Randy lead him along the walkway in the direction Christian and Gale had gone. He seemed to know where he was going so Johnny was okay with just following. Hands came out of the darkness as they passed by and skimmed over his chest and across his ass. Whispers and calls offered and demanded sex acts in a broad variety and Johnny'd had just enough alcohol to be turned on instead of nervous. He squeezed Randy's hand and got a sexy smile in return, just before the other boy pulled him into an even darker room to one side.
Undulating bodies and moaning voices lined the walls and filled the many corners of the back room. The whole place was scented with sex and it rolled over Johnny like a wave. He saw Christian waiting for him with Gale to one side and nudged Randy in their direction.
"Hey lover." Christian slid an arm around Johnny's waist and indulged himself in a quick but passionate kiss. He felt Gale's arm on his shoulder and gave the other man a smile. "Somewhere here with room for four?" he wanted to know, anticipating that Johnny, although a lot more relaxed, would still most likely feel better if they were close together. Gale nodded and smiled knowingly, turning his head to indicate a corridor to the right and leading the way.
Johnny and Randy followed along after Christian and Gale. Johnny kept a hand on his lover's back, just for the contact, and a moment later felt Randy's hand sliding down the back of his pants. "Wouldn't want to lose you," the blond whispered in his ear. Johnny grinned back and leaned over to give him a quick kiss.
Randy nipped at his bottom lip, then slipped a pop-tab into his hand. "Here, try this -- it's good stuff. Fun!"
Johnny looked down at the plastic-film bubble and shrugged. He was here to have new experiences so why not? He pressed it against the side of his neck and pushed until it popped. Instantly it felt like a froth of fizzing sparks was rushing through his body -- sounds were brighter and colors were sharper and he felt like he could read Randy's fingerprints through his skin. He threw back his head and laughed out loud and nearly lost his balance before Randy caught him.
The room Gale led them to was nice and dark and warm with filmy curtains hanging at random from the ceiling dividing the space into more intimate enclosures. Christian heard Johnny laugh and saw the bubble drop from his hand onto the floor. He smiled and would have said something had Gale not dragged him into a corner and pressed his mouth hungrily against Christian's. Thoughts of Johnny temporarily went clean out of his head as he returned the kiss, laughing as Gale's hands burrowed beneath his shirt to find bare flesh.
Johnny felt Randy maneuvering him through the dark until he bumped into a wall. He could feel the wallboard flex and vibrate with impact and giggled at the buzzing feeling that ran all down his back from his shoulders to his arse. He brushed a hand down Randy's face to his bare shoulder -- where'd his shirt gone? -- and the smooth texture of his skin sent warm shivers through Johnny and straight down to his cock. "You're beautiful," he said, his voice wondering. Randy just laughed and pressed him back against the wall with a kiss.
Gale had incredibly soft hair and it flowed over Christian's hands like warm silk. Although the other man had initiated proceedings, Christian had no intention of allowing him to continue to lead and he demonstrated this with gentle force, removing Gale's hands from where they rested against his chest and spinning him around to face the wall, nipping at his neck with a mock growl as he speedily and efficiently undressed him. Naked, Gale was gorgeous, slender and toned with flawless skin. Christian's cock pressed hard against the confines of his clothing and he shifted his weight so he could reach for the zip.
Johnny felt warm air drifting over his bare chest and a tiny voice in the back of his mind told him that there was something wrong with that but he shoved it away and pulled Randy's head down and felt a warm tongue tracing zigzag patterns along his torso. His pants tangled at his ankles and he struggled to kick them off. He heard a light laugh and then his feet were bare and his pants were gone and he was pressed up against the wall. He felt the swirls of paint playing against his sweating chest and giggled, then gasped when a tongue slithered up into his arse.
Christ but Gale was tight! It was delicious friction and Gale's nipples were tight little nubs as he pinched them, thrusting with ever-increasing urgency into the liquid heat of the body before him. He even smelled good and the flesh beneath his hands was smooth and warm and supple. Christian licked a swathe from neck to shoulder and nibbled his way along the rounded bone of Gale's shoulder, encouraged by the little cries of pleasure and the wanton movement in response to his thrusts. He glanced over his shoulder to see what Johnny and Randy were doing.
Johnny was floating weightless in a bubble of tingling pleasure. He felt himself drifting to one side against the cool, undulating texture of the wall until he leaned against something warm and solid that gasped and vibrated with rhythmic jerks. He heard a deep laugh and then an arm draped itself across his shoulders and a hand coaxed his head around to face the left and a tongue invaded his mouth. He moaned into the kiss and arched back against the cock that was pressing into him from behind. Firm, clever hands ran up and down his chest, tickling and teasing and tracing fascinated patterns.
Christian checked on Johnny briefly and then returned his attentions to his own gathering orgasm. His hands curved over Gale's buttocks, thumbs probing and widening the crack and he could see his cock pumping in and out when he leaned back a little, the sight causing him to groan aloud. "So fucking pretty."
Johnny'd never felt like this before, had never felt so much before. It was like every nerve ending was opened and raw and feeling the world pressing in on him, except there was a barrier, something between him and the rest of the world, a thin, nearly-imperceptible separation. He found it and a vague memory told him that he'd built it himself but he couldn't remember why. He felt Randy's cock bumping over his sweet spot and Gale's tongue teasing and twining with his own and nothing mattered except feeling so he let go of everything but the need to spread out and be as close to everything, the world, the universe as he could possibly get. A wave of yells, moans and screams of pleasure rippled out from where he floated in the dark and echoed back to sizzle in through every nerve in a crackling hot surge of orgasm.
As the aftershocks of his orgasm subsided, Christian rested weakly against Gale's back and chuckled to himself. Gale, his face sweaty and his pupils still dilated with pleasure, looked over his shoulder. "What?" he asked weakly.
Christian considered mentioning his lover's Talent but then decided not to. Seemed the entire club had just had a really good time and he wasn't going to spoil it for them. Gale started and he looked up.
"You're.... You're umm... him."
Realising he'd forgotten to maintain their anonymity in the face of Johnny's Talent burst, Christian just smiled a little shamefaced as he and Gale rearranged their clothing. "Yeah," he confessed with a wry grin. "But not on Saturday nights."
Gale grinned back, glancing over at Johnny with a lift of his eyebrow as recognition. "I'm cool," he told him with a cheeky smile. "You can be whoever you want to be."
Johnny drifted down in a haze of aftershocks, happy and relaxed. He felt Gale's arm leaving him and then Randy turned him around and leaned in close. They kissed, long and slow.
Randy murmured, "That was fantastic," and nuzzled into the crook of his neck.
Johnny rubbed his cheek against the satin of Randy's hair and said, "Mmmhmm. You're great." He peered through the warm darkness at his lover and said, "Christian? You gotta try Randy some time, he's really great."
"Uh-huh." Christian wrapped an arm around Johnny and pulled him close enough that the four of them were touching. "I think next time," he added between kisses, smiling, "I'll have whatever it is you had."
Johnny nodded happily. "You should try it, it's great!"
"Yeah." Christian responded somewhat dryly as he glanced around the darkened room. Everyone he could see was still floating on a Johnny-induced haze of pleasure but they were getting the odd quizzical look now. "Not so great is our cover being blown. I forgot to maintain so we need to move, okay?"
"Move? Oh, time to go? Okay." Johnny looked around for the door, which mainly involved rotating his head which was still resting on Christian's chest, then said, "Umm, wait, I should bring my clothes. You picked 'em out and they're really nice." He peered down at the floor, trying to figure out where his clothes had gone when they'd disappeared a piece at a time from his body.
Randy laughed and started gathering things up.
Rolling his eyes, Christian gave Randy a hand and Johnny one as well when he couldn't quite manage to get his buttons in the correct holes. He whispered to his lover as he did the last one up, "Shields, lover."
"Hmm? Okay." Johnny obeyed Christian without thinking and instantly the warm, pleasurable buzz that he'd been broadcasting to the entire club cut off. Unaware of the startled expressions and gripes that were running through the room, Johnny turned to Randy and gave him a big hug and a thorough kiss. "That was fun!" he said. "We've gotta do it again some time, if you want to?"
Randy laughed and hugged back. "Sure, whenever you want. I'm usually here."
Christian kissed Gale and gave the protection squad waiting outside a mental heads-up, sending them to the rear exit. "We'll be back, methinks." He grinned, giving his still woozy lover a fond glance. "Soon."
He figured it was probably because school was starting up in three days and he had to actually go to campus for a couple of classes this time. He'd ridden down (with Jet beside him on a bike of his own) to look around and get used to the place, check out where he had to go; no sense being late the first day 'cause he got lost. It'd be fun meeting his classmates in realspace but he was nervous, too. He wasn't Christian and he had no way of preventing people from recognizing him. He knew it'd be fine but he couldn't help worrying a little.
Christian sidled up beside his lover without even being noticed and poked a gentle forefinger against the wrinkle that had formed between Johnny's brows, the one that said he was getting all bothered over something. Johnny blinked and then focused, giving him a smile and a puzzled look as if he was wondering why there was a finger attached to his forehead. "Stop fretting." Christian told him. "It may never happen." He dropped his hand away and leaned on the counter next to him.
Johnny smirked and leaned against Christian's shoulder. "Somehow I think the chance of my not being recognized by anyone at all on campus is kinda slim. If nothing else, when the professors call roll and I have to answer to my name, that'll sort of give it away, you know?"
"Ahhh." Christian gave a wise nod. "'Tis that dilemma is it? The ole 'How to Deal with the Downside of Infamy' thing." He gave Johnny a lightning grin before reassuming his professorial demeanour. "No simple answer my love, I'm sorry. There's a thousand different ways to deal with it and you'll have to work out which one you favor. Meanwhile, looks to me like taking your mind off it might be the best thing to do. Wanna do something?"
"Sure!" Distraction sounded like a great idea and Johnny rolled over to lean against Christian chest-to-chest with his arms wrapped around his lover's neck. "What did you have in mind?"
"Ummm...?" Christian likewise took hold of his lover, drawing him closer with his arms about his waist. He cocked his head to one side. "Something loud, frenetic and distracting. Preferably with alcohol involved. How 'bout we hit a club or two or three? Get wasted. Get laid. Whatever."
"A club? Like, a real club, with other people...?" That wasn't quite what Johnny'd had in mind. Christian had been teaching him to dance, since his offhand comment on the way home from the movies that he wouldn't want to learn in public, but the idea of dancing in front of anyone else still made him want to go hide in the bathroom or something. Still, he had said he wanted to get out and experience more... things. "Umm, sure. That sounds like fun."
"Oh man, such excitement! Slow down on the over-enthusiasm there, lover, you'll bust something!" Christian leaned in close and kissed his nose before spinning Johnny around and sending him off in the direction of the bedroom to get 'spiffied up' with a pat on the ass as encouragement.
The club Christian chose was one he'd been to many times in the past. Although it didn't look it, the Metropolis was not only exclusive but was also very well guarded against intrusion by the media or any other sort of undesirable. Other than that discreet fact, it looked like any one of a number of clubs in the area, not that he expected Johnny to be able to discriminate or even discern the difference, but he was intent on giving his lover a good experience and had chosen accordingly.
They were standing inside the doors, next to the railing that looked down into the bar area and across the dance floor and he was enjoying watching the look on Johnny's face as his eyes flitted to and fro taking in the varied sights. Both of them had wound up dressed in head to toe black, slacks, boots and button up shirts made of thin silk, Christian having made his lover change out of T-shirts twice before he'd dived into the closet himself to make the selection for him and he was more than satisfied with the results. Black blended in, yes, but it was also damned sexy, especially on Johnny and he could see more than one set of interested eyes already lighting on his partner's slender figure. Leaning in close to be heard, he asked, "A drink first?"
"Good idea," Johnny agreed with a nod. He was about to ask for a beer, but then figured if he was here for new experiences, he might as well go for it. "Pick something for me?"
When Christian grinned and nodded and slipped away, Johnny gripped the smooth railing and forced himself to stay where he was, when all he wanted to do was follow along like a nervous puppy. You'll be fine, he told himself sternly. This place is cool, the music's great, the worst that'll happen is you'll look like an idiot trying to dance, and even that won't matter 'cause Christian's making sure no one recognizes us. Relax, maintain....
He leaned on the rail and watched the dancers. He tried moving some to the music, just sort of swaying a bit, but by the time Christian came back with their drinks he'd almost relaxed, a little, sort of.
Handing Johnny his drink without a word toward identifying its contents, Christian leaned forward on the rail and sipped his own rum and coke. It looked good down there. The dance floor was nice and crowded, the beat was hot and so were some of the dancers. Soon as they'd finished their drinks, he decided, he and Johnny would head down there, gyrate a little in the limited space and see what came up. Or who. He glanced sideways at his lover, hiding his grin when he saw that Johnny was eyeing the drink he'd received with suspicion. He turned his head away but Johnny caught him.
"Should I be afraid?" Johnny asked, only half kidding.
Straightfaced, Christian raised an eyebrow. "You? Afraid of an Orgasm? That'll be the day."
Johnny tried to choke back a laugh and almost made it. "Umm, thanks." He sent Christian a look and took a sip. It wasn't bad -- kind of fruity and sweet.
Knowing full well that Johnny would never manage to finish his drink, Christian just waited til his own was gone before he took it out of his lover's unresisting fingers and left it on a convenient side table, tugging Johnny down the stairs toward the dance floor with a grin and a, "Come on. Let's dance." He slid into a mostly vacant spot on the dance floor with the ease of long practice and slid his arms around Johnny's waist, tugging him close and leaning in to speak into his ear. "Best thing about these clubs," he told him. "You don't have to dance. You just stand close together and get pushed to and fro."
"Mmm, I think I can handle that," Johnny purred. He wrapped his arms around Christian's shoulders and leaned in until they were touching from chest to thighs, and just swayed along.
For three or four numbers, Christian simply enjoyed holding his partner in his arms and moving to the music. When the fifth song started, a slow sensual burn of a song, he let his eyes drift open and cast around the floor to see the sights. Quite a few couples on the floor and several small groups of friends standing at various tables around the edge. Not to mention those without partners at all. He made eye contact with a nice looking man who was leaning against one of the pillars. Definite interest in those light colored eyes. Pulling back from Johnny's embrace he suggested they get another drink, something to cool a thirst this time and led Johnny toward the bar. "You get us something," he suggested and moved to stand beside a vacant table to wait.
Johnny nodded and moved over to order. He remembered what Harry'd said about the best thing to drink when you're hot and thirsty, and got a couple of dark beers. While heading back, he was so focused on snaking his way through the crowd without spilling anything that he didn't notice he'd picked up a tail until he got back to Christian and saw his lover sending an interested look over his shoulder. He turned around and saw a cute blond kid with a bright, suggestive smile standing behind him.
"Wow," said the blond kid, "two for one. Maybe this is my lucky night?"
Christian gave the kid a welcoming smile all the time maintaining eye contact with the dark-haired pretty who was now lounging on the rail not three feet away. "Maybe," he told the kid. "Or maybe...."
The arrival of what might be a rival seemed to galvanise Christian's target and he straightened up and approached them, getting close enough just in time to hear the tail end of Christian's comment. He shook his head at the blond. "One each, methinks." He grinned. "If all are amenable."
Christian shifted his stance in subtle agreement and looked at Johnny. "Sure," he said, speaking to all. "But there's no rush. This is John and my name's Chris."
Johnny handed Christian his beer and leaned in close, suddenly needing the contact. He smiled and nodded at both guys; he felt shy and nervous but it was pretty clear Christian was interested in hooking up with one or both of them and Johnny was determined to go along. It'd be fun, he knew that -- the dark-haired guy seemed a bit... intense, but the blond looked to be about Johnny's age and he was cute. He could handle this, it'd be fine.
About half an hour later the four of them were sitting around the table, drinking and laughing. The dark guy, whose name was Gale, had seemed ready to get right to it, but Christian had kept things slow and easy and Johnny'd finally relaxed enough to sit back a little, with only his knee touching Christian's under the table. The blond kid, Randy, had accepted a beer and some conversation with good humor. The other three had been talking about other clubs they'd been to and stuff Johnny'd never done, but he'd drunk his beer and listened, just enjoying the company and occasionally checking out Randy, who was really hot when he laughed.
Sensing, without intrusion, that Johnny was feeling better and more relaxed, Christian turned to Gale and suggested they dance. It'd not only give Johnny and Randy some time alone for... whatever, but it'd move his and Gale's plans along nicely. This club had a handy set of 'back rooms', nice and private with all the accoutrements a person could possibly need and, from the looks he'd been getting from Gale, a trip back there was absolutely imminent. He tapped Johnny's shoulder and told him where he'd be. "If you want to, that is," he added with a quick kiss before Gale pulled on his hand and dragged him off to dance.
Johnny froze for a moment when Christian walked off, then untensed on sheer will power. He finished his beer and when he met Randy's inquiring grin he felt himself blushing. "Umm, I've never... I mean I have but only with Chris or a friend, someone I knew already, you know? I mean I want to, I do, it's just--"
Randy grinned through most of Johnny's babbling, then just leaned over and shut him up with a kiss. "How about if we head back and find a wall for you to fuck me into?" he whispered.
Johnny just blinked, then said, "Yeah, that works," and kissed him back.
The dance floor was apparently just a conduit to the back rooms so far as Gale was concerned. Christian let Gale switch places with him once they got to the side of the floor and simply followed along with a grin as the other man took his hand and led him on a winding track through the press of people toward the darkened doorway on the other side. A quick glance over his shoulder confirmed what he'd expected as he saw Johnny and the blond kid, Randy, heading in the same direction along the mezzanine. He made a determined stop just inside the doorway, earning him a puzzled look from Gale until he indicated by gesture and Gale saw the other two coming their way. "Cool."
Johnny let Randy lead him along the walkway in the direction Christian and Gale had gone. He seemed to know where he was going so Johnny was okay with just following. Hands came out of the darkness as they passed by and skimmed over his chest and across his ass. Whispers and calls offered and demanded sex acts in a broad variety and Johnny'd had just enough alcohol to be turned on instead of nervous. He squeezed Randy's hand and got a sexy smile in return, just before the other boy pulled him into an even darker room to one side.
Undulating bodies and moaning voices lined the walls and filled the many corners of the back room. The whole place was scented with sex and it rolled over Johnny like a wave. He saw Christian waiting for him with Gale to one side and nudged Randy in their direction.
"Hey lover." Christian slid an arm around Johnny's waist and indulged himself in a quick but passionate kiss. He felt Gale's arm on his shoulder and gave the other man a smile. "Somewhere here with room for four?" he wanted to know, anticipating that Johnny, although a lot more relaxed, would still most likely feel better if they were close together. Gale nodded and smiled knowingly, turning his head to indicate a corridor to the right and leading the way.
Johnny and Randy followed along after Christian and Gale. Johnny kept a hand on his lover's back, just for the contact, and a moment later felt Randy's hand sliding down the back of his pants. "Wouldn't want to lose you," the blond whispered in his ear. Johnny grinned back and leaned over to give him a quick kiss.
Randy nipped at his bottom lip, then slipped a pop-tab into his hand. "Here, try this -- it's good stuff. Fun!"
Johnny looked down at the plastic-film bubble and shrugged. He was here to have new experiences so why not? He pressed it against the side of his neck and pushed until it popped. Instantly it felt like a froth of fizzing sparks was rushing through his body -- sounds were brighter and colors were sharper and he felt like he could read Randy's fingerprints through his skin. He threw back his head and laughed out loud and nearly lost his balance before Randy caught him.
The room Gale led them to was nice and dark and warm with filmy curtains hanging at random from the ceiling dividing the space into more intimate enclosures. Christian heard Johnny laugh and saw the bubble drop from his hand onto the floor. He smiled and would have said something had Gale not dragged him into a corner and pressed his mouth hungrily against Christian's. Thoughts of Johnny temporarily went clean out of his head as he returned the kiss, laughing as Gale's hands burrowed beneath his shirt to find bare flesh.
Johnny felt Randy maneuvering him through the dark until he bumped into a wall. He could feel the wallboard flex and vibrate with impact and giggled at the buzzing feeling that ran all down his back from his shoulders to his arse. He brushed a hand down Randy's face to his bare shoulder -- where'd his shirt gone? -- and the smooth texture of his skin sent warm shivers through Johnny and straight down to his cock. "You're beautiful," he said, his voice wondering. Randy just laughed and pressed him back against the wall with a kiss.
Gale had incredibly soft hair and it flowed over Christian's hands like warm silk. Although the other man had initiated proceedings, Christian had no intention of allowing him to continue to lead and he demonstrated this with gentle force, removing Gale's hands from where they rested against his chest and spinning him around to face the wall, nipping at his neck with a mock growl as he speedily and efficiently undressed him. Naked, Gale was gorgeous, slender and toned with flawless skin. Christian's cock pressed hard against the confines of his clothing and he shifted his weight so he could reach for the zip.
Johnny felt warm air drifting over his bare chest and a tiny voice in the back of his mind told him that there was something wrong with that but he shoved it away and pulled Randy's head down and felt a warm tongue tracing zigzag patterns along his torso. His pants tangled at his ankles and he struggled to kick them off. He heard a light laugh and then his feet were bare and his pants were gone and he was pressed up against the wall. He felt the swirls of paint playing against his sweating chest and giggled, then gasped when a tongue slithered up into his arse.
Christ but Gale was tight! It was delicious friction and Gale's nipples were tight little nubs as he pinched them, thrusting with ever-increasing urgency into the liquid heat of the body before him. He even smelled good and the flesh beneath his hands was smooth and warm and supple. Christian licked a swathe from neck to shoulder and nibbled his way along the rounded bone of Gale's shoulder, encouraged by the little cries of pleasure and the wanton movement in response to his thrusts. He glanced over his shoulder to see what Johnny and Randy were doing.
Johnny was floating weightless in a bubble of tingling pleasure. He felt himself drifting to one side against the cool, undulating texture of the wall until he leaned against something warm and solid that gasped and vibrated with rhythmic jerks. He heard a deep laugh and then an arm draped itself across his shoulders and a hand coaxed his head around to face the left and a tongue invaded his mouth. He moaned into the kiss and arched back against the cock that was pressing into him from behind. Firm, clever hands ran up and down his chest, tickling and teasing and tracing fascinated patterns.
Christian checked on Johnny briefly and then returned his attentions to his own gathering orgasm. His hands curved over Gale's buttocks, thumbs probing and widening the crack and he could see his cock pumping in and out when he leaned back a little, the sight causing him to groan aloud. "So fucking pretty."
Johnny'd never felt like this before, had never felt so much before. It was like every nerve ending was opened and raw and feeling the world pressing in on him, except there was a barrier, something between him and the rest of the world, a thin, nearly-imperceptible separation. He found it and a vague memory told him that he'd built it himself but he couldn't remember why. He felt Randy's cock bumping over his sweet spot and Gale's tongue teasing and twining with his own and nothing mattered except feeling so he let go of everything but the need to spread out and be as close to everything, the world, the universe as he could possibly get. A wave of yells, moans and screams of pleasure rippled out from where he floated in the dark and echoed back to sizzle in through every nerve in a crackling hot surge of orgasm.
As the aftershocks of his orgasm subsided, Christian rested weakly against Gale's back and chuckled to himself. Gale, his face sweaty and his pupils still dilated with pleasure, looked over his shoulder. "What?" he asked weakly.
Christian considered mentioning his lover's Talent but then decided not to. Seemed the entire club had just had a really good time and he wasn't going to spoil it for them. Gale started and he looked up.
"You're.... You're umm... him."
Realising he'd forgotten to maintain their anonymity in the face of Johnny's Talent burst, Christian just smiled a little shamefaced as he and Gale rearranged their clothing. "Yeah," he confessed with a wry grin. "But not on Saturday nights."
Gale grinned back, glancing over at Johnny with a lift of his eyebrow as recognition. "I'm cool," he told him with a cheeky smile. "You can be whoever you want to be."
Johnny drifted down in a haze of aftershocks, happy and relaxed. He felt Gale's arm leaving him and then Randy turned him around and leaned in close. They kissed, long and slow.
Randy murmured, "That was fantastic," and nuzzled into the crook of his neck.
Johnny rubbed his cheek against the satin of Randy's hair and said, "Mmmhmm. You're great." He peered through the warm darkness at his lover and said, "Christian? You gotta try Randy some time, he's really great."
"Uh-huh." Christian wrapped an arm around Johnny and pulled him close enough that the four of them were touching. "I think next time," he added between kisses, smiling, "I'll have whatever it is you had."
Johnny nodded happily. "You should try it, it's great!"
"Yeah." Christian responded somewhat dryly as he glanced around the darkened room. Everyone he could see was still floating on a Johnny-induced haze of pleasure but they were getting the odd quizzical look now. "Not so great is our cover being blown. I forgot to maintain so we need to move, okay?"
"Move? Oh, time to go? Okay." Johnny looked around for the door, which mainly involved rotating his head which was still resting on Christian's chest, then said, "Umm, wait, I should bring my clothes. You picked 'em out and they're really nice." He peered down at the floor, trying to figure out where his clothes had gone when they'd disappeared a piece at a time from his body.
Randy laughed and started gathering things up.
Rolling his eyes, Christian gave Randy a hand and Johnny one as well when he couldn't quite manage to get his buttons in the correct holes. He whispered to his lover as he did the last one up, "Shields, lover."
"Hmm? Okay." Johnny obeyed Christian without thinking and instantly the warm, pleasurable buzz that he'd been broadcasting to the entire club cut off. Unaware of the startled expressions and gripes that were running through the room, Johnny turned to Randy and gave him a big hug and a thorough kiss. "That was fun!" he said. "We've gotta do it again some time, if you want to?"
Randy laughed and hugged back. "Sure, whenever you want. I'm usually here."
Christian kissed Gale and gave the protection squad waiting outside a mental heads-up, sending them to the rear exit. "We'll be back, methinks." He grinned, giving his still woozy lover a fond glance. "Soon."
