Things To Hide In The Dark. (Harringrove)

Chapter Fifteen

Steve looked over at an excited Robin and smiled. He loved to see he happy, and right now she was beaming. She hadn't shut up about this place since it opened. "It's only the most exclusive gay night club in all of Indianapolis." He remembers her telling him. Rolling his eyes at her when said this. Her star status had gotten them both on the list. He wasn't excited but you never know.
It could be fun.

They walked up the windy street, passed all the people trying to convince the bouncer to let them in. Some dagger looks they'd received from these people would've killed them if it was possible. Steve awkwardly turned the corners of his lips up, giving them a curt smile.

Robin stopped in front of the bouncer, looking up at the man who towered over them. Steve noted that this mans biceps were bigger than his waist. He would not test this mans patience. The large man was wearing a pair of sunglasses and a black v-neck Tshirt. Standard bouncer attire despite it being ten o'clock at night. Steve fought the urge to snort.

"Hi we're on the list." Robin beams at the monster of a man. He keeps his frown and looks at his clip board.

"Names." His voice was as deep and intimidating as Steve expected.

"Robin Buckley and Steve Harrington." She spoke confidently. The man looked over the list and nodded when he found our names.

"Have a good night." He unclipped the red velvet rope that blocked the open door.

The walked in and Steve's ears were immediately assaulted with loud thumping music he didn't recognize. The multicolor lights dancing around everyone's faces, distorting their features. He thought of how this wouldn't be a good thing for some of his patients with schizophrenia.

Robin disappeared into the mass of writhing bodies adorning the dance floor, and Steve was alone again. He rolled his eyes and made his way to the bar. He really needed a drink.

He sat on one of the empty barstools at the end of the bar. As packed at this place was he couldn't believe he'd found a seat, but figured most of them were out on the floor dancing. He ordered a rum and coke from the masculine lesbian bartender with a smile. She gave him a smile back and went to making his drink.

The second the small glass was sat in front of him he drank it. He ordered another one and threw that one back as well. It had been a mentally exhausting week at work, and he wanted to forget some things for a while.

He hammered down his fifth drink when the bartender told him to slow down. He frowned but agreed with her. He'd rather take it slow than have her cut him off.

He swirled his glass in his hand, looking around at all the happy people and sighed. He wished he could be one of those happy people too. He looked to the dance floor and saw Robin dancing with a slender brunette. She'd found her girl for the night.

After Vickie broke Robin's heart she'd not been looking for a relationship. Only a good time. Steve can still hear Robin's sobs over the phone. Vickie led her on. Promised her the world and pulled the rug out from under Robin. He could sympathize.

Steve had been going back and forth. Racking his brain for almost a decade now. Why did Billy leave him? He would have went with him. He would have dropped his entire life to be with Billy. He hated him for it now, how hollow and empty it left him.

He felt a tap on his left shoulder. Turning to see who could possibly be bothering him he froze. His breath caught in his throat. He didn't know what to do. He knew he looked like an idiot just staring the way he was, but couldn't get his body to do anything else.

Blue eyes, curly blonde hair, and a smirk. This man was absolutely gorgeous. Steve had only ever seen one other person who looked more stunning. He fought the thought away and brought his attention back to the stranger before him.

"Hi, I'm Alex. Wanna dance?" The blond held his hand out for Steve to take, and he's not sure why he does.

The man drags Steve along to the dance floor. Their bodies moving to the music before Steve can wrap his head around what's happening. His vision blurs around the edges, the alcohol catching up to him. He feels Alex's hands on him, feels his half hard cock against his ass. Steve tries to pull away, but Alex's hands are rougher now.

It felt like a blink. Like no time had passed, but that impossible. It would've taken a couple blinks to get outside at least. It would have at least been a few minutes before they stopped dancing, right?

Steve's back scrapes against the brick wall of the dinghy alleyway. He couldn't tell if the thump he feels in the back of his head was the music blasting from inside or if his head had hit the wall. Those rough hands are on him again, and he tries to push them away.

"Now now sweetheart. Be a good boy, and I'll make it worth your while." Alex's alcohol scented breath fanned over Steve's neck, making his stomach twist.

"No, please." The words were weak, Steve's blurry vision and the thumping in his head making it hard for him to focus. His hands were pinned above him with one of his captors meaty fingers. He felt like he was going to throw up, and with how low his tolerance for alcohol was, he just might

"It's okay baby, I'm going to take good care of you."

Steve felt his shirt being ripped, one of the buttons hitting his cheek. He whimpered as the cold night air hit his skin. He wanted to be at home. He wanted to be alone in his bed. He panicked when he felt hands on his belt. Fear overwhelmed his body, and he screamed.

A sweaty hand clamped over his mouth hard, busting his lip open. He could taste the blood on his teeth. He tried to wiggle out of the larger man's grasp, but he was too strong. He thought for sure this was it.

He thought he wanted to die, but in this instance he realized how absolutely wrong he was. He wanted to live. To grow old and find his happy ending. He was sure his ticket was punched though. He was a goner.

Suddenly the weight was off of his body, and he slid down the wall to the dirty concrete below. Tears flowed freely down his cheeks as he pulled his knees to his chest to defend himself.  He could hear what sounded like flesh hitting flesh. Undoubtedly a fist against someones face at the sound of the crack the bone made. Steve was too scared to look up to see who was trying to save him.

He heard someone hit the ground, and opened his eyes to see Alex clutching his face in agony. The other man rolled Alex on his stomach and placed a pair of handcuffs on him. Steve was relieved to see police had come to his rescue.

The officer had his back to Steve. He could only see a long black trench coat. A detective possibly. Maybe an off duty officer. Either way he was never happier to see the man in this alley.

The stranger hoisted Alex up onto his feet and shoved him in the back seat of a black vehicle. He locked him in and came back to Steve's aid.

When brown eyes met blue, Steve fell unconscious.