New - (boyxboy)

Chapter 17 - About Bloody Time

"I don't feel right about this," Ryan said as they waited in line the next night. Even though they were on the list, apparently most other people were too. The two boys huddled together for warmth during the surprisingly cool night, having been there for about half an hour already. Luckily, they were close to the front, so it wouldn't be long 'til they got inside.

"Why?" Will asked, shivering as another cool breeze blew past him.

"You hardly know the guy and we're going to some random club for something that might not even be legit," Ryan replied, though the two girls making out just ahead of them and the loads of same-sex couples in the line made it pretty clear that this probably was the queer club that Dale had said it was going to be. "How did you even meet him anyway?"

"We got to talking over a book," Will answered, skirting around the truth. He wasn't really comfortable telling Ryan that he'd met the ginger guy in an adult store while reading erotica. It wasn't something he was all that proud of.

"Oh yeah, what book?" Ryan pressed, teeth chattering slightly in the cold wind.

"Uh, Jungle Heat," Will replied reluctantly, stepping forward to the velvet rope. Finally, they'd made it to the front. Ryan was about to ask another question but was interrupted by the bodyguard lifting the rope to let them through. Will took the opportunity to pull Ryan through and into the warmth inside. He raced down the stairs to the party below, dragging his boyfriend behind him.

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"We should go get some body paint!" Will yelled over the music to Ryan about an hour later. The brunette had finally loosened up after they'd had a few shots of tequila and the two were now dancing on the packed dance floor. Ryan just nodded, not wanting to bother yelling out a yes.

Will took a hold of his hand and dragged him towards the booth they had seen when they'd entered. Luckily, the music wasn't as loud there, so the two were better able to hear one another. "What did you wanna get?" the brunette asked as the two scanned the displayed options around the booth.

"The fluoro henna looks pretty cool," the redhead replied, pointing to the elaborate design he had in mind. The other boy nodded in agreement. It sure did look pretty cool, actually. "You?"

"I could take off my top and get those lightning bolts to point down to my crotch," Ryan proposed jokingly, sending his boyfriend a cheeky wink.

"If you do, your left hand will be your boyfriend tonight," Will quipped back quickly with a smile to show he wasn't entirely serious. Ryan pouted, pretending to be offended. "Oh, don't make that face," Will said, leaning forward to capture his lips in a kiss. Ryan responded eagerly as he hooked his arm around Will's back to pull him closer.

It wasn't exactly how Will thought their first kiss was going to go, drunk in a nightclub, but it was amazing. This was the only time Will was glad about tequila's inhibition killing side effects.  They had been dating for two months now. Two months of bloody pecks on the cheek. It was about damn time they made out. Ryan's lips left a sizzling heat on Will's that filled his body. It made Will feel so happy. So very happy.

"Wow," Will breathed when they finally pulled apart as Ryan muttered, "about bloody time." The two burst out in a fit of laughter, still clinging tightly onto each other.

It was only after they'd settled down that they realised that they were further back in the line than before. People had pushed on ahead of them during their kiss and now they'd have to wait longer to get their body painted. Will pouted, unhappy that they'd have to wait so long but knew complaining would be pointless.

The two boys began to chat until they heard someone yell out "Will, up here!" from above them. They looked around to find the source of the booming voice until Will caught sight of an explosion of ginger hair that was waving maniacally from a balcony above them.

Will waved awkwardly to Dale as he felt Ryan slightly tightening his grip around his waist. Dale grinned once he saw the redhead wave back before motioning for the two boys below to join him. "How?" he saw Will mouth. Dale pointed to the stairs leading to his VIP section but Will just looked at him in confusion. From where Will stood, it looked as if Dale was pointing to the bar, which was concealing the stairs. Dale heaved a dramatic sigh before making a motion that roughly meant, "hold on a sec, I'll be right down." Will didn't really understand him though, thoroughly confused when he saw the older guy disappear.

"Don't worry about it. We still gotta decide what paint to get," Ryan said, pulling his boyfriend's attention away from the balcony and back to the stand. "I was thinking that tribal print up there would be cool."

"Yeah," Will replied absent-mindedly before he noticed a flash of ginger hair quickly approaching him. "Oh look, here he comes," the redhead mentioned once he got a clear look at the older guy.

Ryan sighed as Dale met up with them. "Finally found you! Glad to see that you made it," Dale grinned before turning his attention to the brunette, "we haven't met. Ryan, right?" Ryan was thrown off by Dale's chirpy demeanour but nodded anyway. "Cool. Well, why don't you two come up to the VIP area?" he suggested.

"No, thanks," Ryan declined quickly. Kinda rude, in Will's opinion.

Will frowned at him before looking at Dale. "You've been so nice already, inviting us here. We don't really wanna intrude."

"Nonsense, you aren't intruding, I invited you! Now c'mon," Dale replied, grabbing hold of Will's free hand and pulled him along. Ryan, attached to Will, was reluctantly pulled along too, whining about not getting the body paint. "We have one up there!" was Dale's only reply as they zigzagged through the throngs of people. Ryan grumbled the rest of the way, not really having much else to complain about.

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"And here we are!" Dale announced once they'd made their way through the crowd and climbed the stairs. They stood in front of the spacious VIP area. It was filled with about 30 people; chatting on the couches, doing shots at the bar, and dancing on the table. The couple followed Dale to one of the couches and sat down as Dale snuggled up to the only person there. "This is my boyfriend, Robbie," Dale said before introducing the other two to the very muscular man with short black hair. Truthfully, Robbie looked like if Ryan had grown half a foot, hit the steroids hard, and had black hair. Robbie had such a hard demeanour that contrasted sharply against Dale's sociable one. Robbie was scary, honestly. "Where's Vanya?" Dale asked him.

"She's over there sucking face with Polly," he replied in a deep and grumbly voice, pointing vaguely behind him at the two girls making out not far from them. Dale nodded, resting his head on Robbie's expansively muscled chest.

"Who's Vanya?" Will asked curiously.

"My girlfriend," Dale responded casually, as if it made all the sense in the world and he hadn't just introduced us to his boyfriend.

"What?" Ryan replied in as much confusion as Will. "How?"

"Me and Vanya have been dating since we were like, what, 14? We're pretty much soulmates. So when I met Robbie here and she met Polly, we decided that instead of breaking up, we should make it an open relationship," Dale answered with a shrug, as if what he'd just said was completely normal.

Will and Ryan looked at him with WTF faces, unsure how to process what they'd just heard. Sure, all of Will's friends were a bit crazy, but this took the cake. They didn't know was to say but Dale had already sprung off the couch and raced to the top of the stairs.

"Jenna! Chelsie! You made it!" he exclaimed, launching himself at them for a hug. Will watched him, questioning what he'd done in his life that caused Dale to be in it now. It wasn't until Dale and the two girls approached the couch that Will noticed the person following behind them.

Oliver fucking Hughes.

Are you kidding me?!