Locken

Chapter Two-Drunk Dancing

A/N: idek. srsly. Filler but still isn't a filler..but idek. ahhh just read... :P 

BUT I GOT A SECOND CHAPPIE UPP YAYAYAYAY!!

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Carl edged closer to me with every song, making me a total nervous wreck on the dance floor. Sure I was amongst drunk strangers who probably wouldn't even care, but I did. Because he was there.

 The joke he made earlier, heck I wasn't even sure what he meant by it. After he stopped laughing, he looked into my eyes intently, like he wanted something. Something more than a response, that is. He slid closer and closer to me, and started to whisper something, when the bartender came. Stupid bartender...I almost got on to something there. But how do I even know if this Carl guy actually liked me? How do I know that he wasn't just super drunk and just wanted a quick fuck? I don’t know...but whatever this guy threw at me, I was ready as hell. I mean I could feel my dick-WOAH. Hold on. Gosh. We've barely known each other for an hour and what am I thinking already!?!

I walked away uncomfortably and found a hot girl to dance with. Even though I was gay. But I needed anything to take my mind off Carl. 

This girl I was dancing with was drunk. I mean seriously drunk. I could tell, by the way her hands were flailing about. And by the way she almost ate my entire face off after two songs. What a slut. I was just about to leave the dance floor when someone grabbed my arm and pulled me towards them.

“Caught you, big guy!” It was Carl. I looked down at myself, conscious that this shirt made me look fat or something. Carl realized what I was doing and laughed.

“I meant because of the muscles.” I wasn't all that muscular though. I mean I trained a lot; I was the captain of my high school’s basketball team, and I played every now and then, when my shifts allowed. Not very often though.

“Oh” was all I had to say. I looked around stupidly, until Carl asked me to dance. And that’s what we were doing right now. Except he was that close to properly grinding against me. I looked around hesitantly, you know, just in case some homophobes were glaring. But everyone around was too busy dancing, so I allowed it.

We kept dancing, until he suddenly pulled me towards him, his lips almost touching mine. I closed my eyes, thinking he’d kiss me, but instead he softly spoke up in my ear.

“I want to talk to you. In private. Care for some fresh air?” I looked into his eyes, and knew it had to be something serious. Maybe he wanted a relationship. Ha, who am I kidding! He knew I was gay now, without me even telling him, and I bet he was probably just going to beat me up, just for preferring guys over girls. 

I nodded in reply, ignoring all the thoughts going through my mind at that moment. He simply smiled and walked with me outside the club, casually leaning against a wall.

“So, what’s up?” I asked, trying not to show how many emotions were running through me then. He looked around for a bit, then looked straight at me.

“I want to ask a huge favour of you.” I nodded, waiting for him to continue. “Firstly I wanted to ask if you’d be my boyfriend. I know it’s fast, but you’ve got me hooked like no one else has. Then, the next thing is...” I looked up at him, still taken aback by what I had just been told, but knew there was more so I just let him continue.

“Are you aware of the term bdsm?” I nodded. “Good. Are you willing to have that sort of a relationship with me, where I’m dom and you’re sub? I know it’s weird, but I don’t like normal relationships. But if you say yes, I promise to make sure you’re comfortable with it as well.”

 I tried to digest what he was saying. He was asking me to be his bitch. But his boyfriend. And he’d take care of me. What?

I wanted to say no and run off, knowing it’d be safer, and it’d make more sense, but my dick said something else.

 “Okay, as long as you don’t pull something really kinky on me.”

 “Trust me, I’ll take care of you.” And with that, he pulled me into a long hug.