Conan: A Short Story

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"You brought me to a drag club?"

"The best in Massachusetts."

"Of all places, why a drag club?"

"Because this is where the real fun happens," Conan was certainly surprised when Jordan grabbed a hold of his hand and pulled him through the mass of bodies on the dance floor that was just in front of the stage. His heart was almost pounding through his chest. What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck. He wasn't quite sure why his body was reacting the way it did, all Jordan did was hold his hand, not his dick.

Once they got to the bar, Jordan let go of Conan's hand, finally letting the boy's heart rate settle down.

"Two double shot passionfruit schlong islands, please and thank you," Jordan asked with confidence. Conan was very intrigued with the name of whatever Jordan ordered for the two of them. Schlong island? They actually named their drink after a penis?

"Here we go Sir, only the most delicious drink this place has to offer," Jordan said as he handed the tall glass to Conan. To say he wasn't impressed would be an understatement. The drink, fittingly, had a blue hue to it, just like everything else in the club. As he took a sip of the drink, he understood why Jordan ordered them.

"You're right, these are fucking delicious," within minutes, the drink in Conan's hand was finished and he was already ordering himself another.

After a couple more rounds of drinks at the bar, they made their way over to the dance floor and to where the main acts of the night performed. As they found their spot on the floor, the lights dimmed in what seemed to be preparation for the next act, "I know all of y'all have been waiting for this one. She has travelled all the way from Sydney, Australia, just for us! Come on Miss Cammi Blak, get your ass out here."

"That's why we're here. Cammi is fucking amazing. I've been following her work for years and when I found out she was coming here, I just knew I had to come. There was no way I was missing out on this," Jordan rattled on about his love for the queen up on stage, who just started lip syncing to the familiar Doja Cat song.

Cammi Blak performed song after song, and much to Conan's surprise, he knew all that she played and was easily able to sing and dance along. In between songs, the two would go back to the bar and get themselves more drinks. At this stage, Conan had lost track about how much they'd had. He knew though, that he was beyond drunk at this point.

"I, uh, did you, you, Jordan, did you want," Conan paused to let out a burp he'd been holding in for mere seconds, "That was solid. Any, anyway. Did you want to keep dancing with meeee."

Jordan didn't even answer, he just used his free hand, since his other was holding yet another double shot drink, to push Conan back to their spot on the floor.

Conan started moving his hips to the beat of the song playing in the background, it was one he didn't know, but that didn't stop him from enjoying the moment. Conan still had his drink in his hand as well, but due to his drunkenness, a lot of it was spilling over the edge and onto the floor with his movements.

"Give me a second," he held his finger up to Jordan to get him to stop his dancing. Conan finally realised that his drink was spilling onto the floor instead of into his mouth and decided to chug the rest of it down rather than slowly sip it.

"You handled that like a pro, my turn," Jordan slurred out his words, but followed Conan's actions by chugging the drink. Soon enough, the two started moving again, although a bit more provocative than earlier. Conan's mind was that foggy, that what he was doing wasn't phasing him, he knew though, in the back of his mind, that sober him would never do such a thing.