Anon prompt: Stripper Michael Stripper Michael any pairing NSFW or not go go go
Title: Its a Tie
R for language and sexual themes
Ps. Ray and Gavin are best friends and Michael is just a dancer. They dont know anything about him but rumors they hear.
This is also my first time writting Ray so I'm sorry if his "character" seems off.
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Gavin sat in the dark corner of the local strip club. Most of the place was dark save for the stage were the women danced. But it was a thursday night, a night in which the club was filled with a diffrent crowd. Most of the crowd were women but there where men some like himself that was as puzzled as he was, others smiling at the stage. The music started up and three male dancers came out onto the stage. "Please welcome Wyane, Josh, and our number one dancer, Michael!" Gavin looked at the main dancer and swallowed.
"He's looking right at me, bloody hell..."
Michael's body moved quickly with the pace of the intoxicating music. The leather pants fitting around his ass like a wet shirt. Sweat dripped from his curly brown-red hair and the black spiked jacket came off revealing a thin tanktop and the tattoos that where on his arms. Women wooed and some of the men clapped. Gavin looked down at himself in shame, "I'm acctulally getting off on this damn it..." He took a swig from the beer sitting by him. Michael was all too swift between the dance and removing his clothing as well. It was down to the pants. Gavin heard some people nearby "He never takes those off with out encoragement. Or if there is someone in the crowd he likes."
"Well it looks like that person is here today." The Englishman looked back up at the stage the boy was teasing his tight pants down with some sense of lust in his eyes. The music faded with the lights just before they came off. "That is all for tonights show folks! Remember to come back every Thursday night for the Men!" Gavin got up qickly. He didn't want to be here any more. His face was flushed. "He was watching /me/" He shook his head. There was a hand on his shoulder making him jump and turn around. It was Michael. It was the dancer that was WATCHING HIM.
"Hey... um. Private show. On me." The man handed the other a slip of paper and fled to a diffrent hall. Gavin looked down at the paper.
'Midnight private show (Dancer's choice) Date: Friday July 24 Dancer: Michael Jones' He gulped and stuffed it into his pocket.
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"Gav! I saw you at the club! How was it?" Ray smirked as he paused the game he was playing.
"Um...One of the dancers gave me a free dance for tommrow night." Gavin said knowing that he would regret it.
"Sounds fun. You should do it."
"Wait a mintue. What was that about you seeing me there?"
"I was leaving and you where coming in. It was great that you didn't see me. I was a mess haha." Ray rubbed his head. "I got a private dance too. Any way, who choose you."
"Uh..Michael Jones."
"A dude?"
"Yeah..."
"Wow hm. I heard that he almost never gives out free dances." It was clear as day. Ray was blushing. "He give you one?"
Ray sputtered "pffft nooo. It was a really beautiful asian chick with hugggge boobs."
"I thought you were partial to small breasts." Gavin half said to himself. Ray shruged "and I thought you were more into chicks but your choice man. I have no place to tell you what is wrong."
Gavin smiled. "Normally I am into girls but...the way he was looking at me on stage..."
"Do I sense a crush?" The Portarican laughed.
"Shut up."
"I'll give you 50 bucks if you do it."
Gavin smiled. "You buy a dance from him. If he stays with me longer than he does with you then I win and get the cash. Deal?"
Ray pondered over it, in his head he was laughing. He didn't get a dance with an asain girl, no. It was Michael. That sleezy male sex worker.
"Deal."
