2. Abandoned Doll (II) by Sarae

Chapter 6

Tom's P.O.V.

All right.

Very impressive, I must say.

The Pitch was the best club I had ever seen in my life. It was huge, the effects of the lights were amazing, the music wasn't bad and there were even dancers on the podium. Most of all, the people who were dancing, kissing and touching each other, getting high, drinking and so on, were men... Men.

All of them were queers.

It was interesting, I couldn't deny it. That new atmosphere made my hair stand on end the moment I walked in, but once the first impression was gone, I wanted to see more.

Perhaps it was because of what I took two minutes before entering the club.

I walked, pushing and shoving queers off my way until I found the bar, where Andreas was supposed to wait for me to take me to the owner of the club and sign the 'corrupt treaty'. The speed of the lights spinning around drove me crazy and the quick movement made me sick. It was something fascinating.

When I finally finished pushing people and reached the bar, I tried to find Andy with a confused gaze. I couldn't stop smiling like an idiot.

"Hi!"

A guy practically screamed next to my ear.

Wryly, I turned around, looking at the naked chest and that fag's "sensual movements".

"Wanna dance?"

I couldn't help but laugh when three more guys got close to me, cornering me against the bar, staring at me like dogs in heat. This was surreal.

"No, thanks! I already have a fag to fuck!" I turned my back to him and faced the others, shoving them out of the way with my body. "Move!"

I pushed them and just behind their postures, I saw Andy's unmistakable blond hair. He was shoving his tongue into the mouth of a dark-haired queer that looked like a saint – he wasn't more than sixteen years old.

It made me laugh. I had never seen Andreas making out with a guy, even though I knew he did that almost every night.

I stuck to his back, holding his shoulders, and pressing my mouth against his ear. "How's my favorite blond-haired fag today?"

He couldn't help but jump and move back from the other guy. I had just surprised him.

"Shit, Tom, you scared me!"

"I got scared watching how you slipped your tongue into other people's holes! Who knows what other holes you've dug your tongue into!"

He turned around, analyzing me while he raised his eyebrow, turning his back to the puppy.

"What? Do I look like a fag?"

"No, you look like the only guy who's worth it among all these effeminate pricks!"

"Oh, I feel flattered!"

"Well, don't!" Andreas leaned on the bar, picked the almost empty glass on the table, and drank the liquid in a sip. "I'm mad at you! You're not my friend anymore!"

I made a dramatic face, pretending to care. "No!"

"Yes, I hate you, Tom!"

"Why?"

Andreas laughed, his arms resting on the bar, glaring at me and opening his mouth a little.

"You know Aaron since last year and you fucked him! And I, the one who you've known all your life... You don't even let me give you a blowjob! Wonderful!"