Finding Trust and Honesty (bxb)

Chapter 4

Evening came around and I stepped out of my hotel room, having already gotten ready for tonight. The club was only a few minutes away from the hotel so I just walked, enjoying taking in the nightlife of the large town. I reached the club shortly and joined the reasonable queue to get in, flashing my ID to one of the bouncers and they let me in. I didn't look underage but they tended to check anyway. They had a small scanner that took the picture and name of the ID to keep track of who entered the club and also so they could find out the identity of a customer if a fight or something broke out. Another good thing was that the scanner would tell the bouncers if anyone trying to get in had a ban.

I entered the darkened club, feeling the thump of the bass through my toes and in my chest, typical club music played and ambient lighting shone on the walls, centred more around the bar so the staff could see what they were doing. A few tables and booths were scattered around the dance floor which was already full of writhing bodies.

I made my way through the crowd, my larger frame encouraging others to make way, a few women smiling at me seductively as I passed. I mostly ignored their stares, I wasn't gay, but I tended to like men more than women in recent years, or maybe I'd just realised how I'd always been. At first I thoughts I was 50/50 bi, but now I was more 80/20, leaning towards men. The thing is was that I'd never told Maxie about my sexuality, he was gay himself so I knew he'd be accepting, I could just never get the words out. He always saw me as his straight best friend and I didn't have the heart to tell him otherwise. I knew it was stupid and if he found out it would come back to bite me in the ass as I knew he'd be pissed for the fact that I'd hidden it from him, but hell, I'd already kept it from him long enough, digging the hole deeper and deeper, what difference did it make? The hole was there whether I told him now or years later, he'd be annoyed no matter when I told him and I couldn't change the past, so at the moment I wasn't in a hurry to tell him. It made me feel like shit hiding it from him and I knew It was a crappy thing for a friend to do but it was just how I was. I've always had a difficult time telling people things, mostly things that might seem negative, I didn't want to lower their mood and didn't want them to be disappointed in me.

I reached the bar and ordered a cider, fishing my phone out of my pocket to text Maxie, to see where he was if he was already here, or to see when he'd get here. I thanked the bartender and paid for my drink, sipping the beverage as I waited for Maxie to text back. It didn't take long, the three dots showing up before a message came through.

Me: 'Hey Maxie, just got to the club, where you at?'

Max: 'Managed to snag a table, where are you? I'll come and get you.'

Me: 'At the bar, opposite DJ.'

Not long after I saw a familiar face in the crowd, heading my way. Maxie's long wavy brown hair in a mused mess as always, framing his ageless baby face that I swear hadn't changed since he was a teen. His skin was slightly tanned, smattered with freckles, and his large chocolate brown eyes gave him a sense of innocence. His small and lithe figure covered by black skinny jeans, and he wore a white and grey shirt, the white glowing in the darkness of the club. His eyes lit up when he saw me and I put my drink down just before he jumped me, squealing excitedly and wrapping his slender arms around me. "Nikolas!" he cheered, looking up at me with a beaming smile.

"Damn I missed you Max." I confessed, hugging him back tightly.

"Me too." he sighed, pulling back and taking my hand. I picked up my drink with my free hand and let him lead me through the crowd.

He stopped at the table and I saw a familiar face amongst the new ones. "Jeremy, good to see you." I grinned.

He smiled back. "Hey Nikolas, how you been man?" we bumped fists jokingly and I sat down. Jeremy was an alright guy, he treated Max like a prince and we got on pretty well, in the times I've visited Max he's always been polite and accommodating, in fact we'd become friends. He was a tall guy, not much shorter than me, he was slim and toned, more of a runners or swimmers physique compared to my muscular frame. He had a warm, dark complexion with ink black hair, big dark eyes and a friendly smile. He was good looking, and had a kind personality, Max had picked well. Jeremy wasn't my type but I could see the appeal.