Bewitched (Jinxx x Andy)

Chapter 2

WARNING: STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT, EVEN THOUGH THAT GOES ON PRETTY MUCH THE WHOLE BOOK.

The next week, Jinxx was doing the rounds of the tables, offering drinks and flirting occasionally. He hadn't seen Andy since the previous week, and to his surprise wondered if he would be back. He paused by one empty table, sighing as he collected the used glasses. The door opened and Andy walked in, wearing black skinny jeans and his leather jacket.

"Can I have another drink please?" Jinxx folded his arms, eyeing him up and down."

Well well. Look who wandered in." He smiled. "I guess you can." Andy bit his lip and walk over to the bar, plopping down on a stool and turning around.

"One stix on rocks please." The bartender nodded and made the requested beverage, sliding it down. Jinxx caught it before it reached Andy.

"Buyer's tax." He said, taking a sip. Andy grabbed the stripper's hand and kissed the back of it.

"Keep it, I'll get another one." Jinxx lowered his hand, thankful that the dim lighting hid his cheeks. He was used to this, but coming from Andy, it was different. He wasn't drunk out of his mind and just looking for someone to fuck.

"Uh, okay. I- I have a dance in a few minutes so I..." He shook his head. "Take both." He shoved the glass to Andy and got up, heading for the back room. It wasn't a complete lie, he was scheduled for tonight, but it was more a chance to get away and pull himself together before he unraveled. Andy chuckled at him and started making conversation with the bartender.

"Jinxx looks a mite nervous tonight," the drink mixer noted. "Wonder why." Andy nodded his head.

"Don't know. But I plan on figuring it out," he winked. The bartender chuckled, wagging a finger.

"Ohh, so you've got a bit of interest in him, hmm?" Andy shrugged.

"He's sexy, I will say that." The bartender nodded sagely.

"Well if you do, Ashley would be the person to chat with. He's quite the protective mentor, but he's a good judge of matches, especially concerning Jinxx."

"I see. I'll make sure I do." At that moment, the lights flicked out, except the ones onstage.

"Ahh, so they're actually doing that show tonight." The bartender mused. "You might like this one, then." Andy raised an eyebrow at him and turned around to look at the stage, his drink in his hand. A slow, sensual beat was playing as a box was wheeled onstage by two women dressed in stripper wear. The box was set down beside the pole, standing on it's end. For a minute or two, nothing else happened, then the sides fell away, crimson sashes fluttering through the air and revealing Ashley and Jinxx. The two were close together, Jinxx's back pressed close to Ashley's chest, his arms crossed over his own torso. Ashley's arms rested around the shorter one, holding him gently. Both had their eyes closed, dramatic black makeup causing them to look almost skeletal. Jinxx's blue-gray eyes snapped open, the smile drawn on his cheeks not reaching his lips. He unfolded one arm, then the next, tilting his head to the left as Ashley's arms fell away. The older man remained still, eyes closed. Jinxx took one step forward, then a second. The lights changed over, causing the black makeup to glow a shocking green. His movements became more fluid, almost predatory as he prowled to the stairs, leaving his orange-streaked companion onstage. Jinxx walked among the people gathered, occasionally brushing his fingers over cheeks or thighs. He came to the bar, making his way up and down it, before pausing in front of Andy and gazing at him with his ocean-slate eyes. Andy bit his lip, his eyes trailing up and down the stripper's body.