One Shots -Scomiche-

Sing

"I don't know what you've been told

But music make you lose control."

Mitch

The night started out smoothly. Jake had invited me to come with him to the bar where he always went "husband-hunting" as he jokingly called it. I had accepted the offer (I usually always did) but more excited about getting a few drinks and maybe finding someone to spend one wild night with than actually finding my soulmate or whatever. Dating had never been my strongest card, we'd just have to wait and see if I'd ever find the right man.

The music was as loud as ever and the place was filled with excited youth, everyone particularly pumped about karaoke night. People were chatting and dancing with friends, a few couples even making out in the middle of the dance floor. A smile started forming on my face, this really would be fun. I had to admit that karaoke brought up a certain excitement in me seeing as singing had always been something I loved to do and was fairly passionate about. Who knew, maybe I'd find a cute singer-boy to hook up with...

"Earth to Mitchy!" Jake was waving his hands in front of my face. He was grinning, always excited to find a man for himself. Honestly I really was surprised that he wasn't already in a relationship, he'd be the perfect boyfriend. I'd said this before and it usually just got the person I was talking to go "Why aren't you two together then?" But the fact that we were both gay didn't mean we were secretly together or something. We were just friends, always had been because 1) I wasn't really boyfriend -material and 2) we both knew it'd never work out between us. Despite, I doubt either of us felt like that about the other, we'd been friends for so long. And I was happy as his best friend.

"I'm here queen, stop acting crazy and go get us some drinks." I snapped at him sassily and where many others would have gotten irritated by my tone, he knew I was only being my usual I-need-to-get-laid -self.

"That's exactly what I was about to do, you weren't answering when I asked what you want." He replied, rolling his eyes at me. I must've really been in my own world since I hadn't heard him ask before. I just needed a fun night after so many long days at work. You'd think having people take pictures of you all day would be fun but modelling had turned out to really be proper work once you got into it. So many requests and people arguing about whether you to shave or grow a beard, to get more muscle or be a sexy twink, tattoos or no tattoos and so on. I'd stopped taking these requests into consideration (it was my body – my choice), but they were still being thrown at me and it could be very tiring.

"Oh okay well just bring me anything. You know what I like." I shook away all the thoughts about work and winked at Jake. He smiled back with a nod, turning around in his characteristic sassy way.

Time to get this party started and a pretty boy to make me forget the stress. I let my eyes rake the crowd, seeing many fine muscly guys, but too many of them were here with girls. Although many of them could probably be persuaded into a night with me, it was more fun with someone who knew what they liked. And it spared me the awkward conversations about whether I thought this was just a drunk mistake and them asking me to reassure them they're still straight. It's hard to be so masculine and scared about losing that, I guess.

I took a deep breath and looked around the bar once again, there had to be someone worth my time in here. The night was still young though, there was no need to panic if I didn't find someone at this exact mome-

My eyes caught the gorgeous blonde stepping into the room by chance. I had been subconsciously trying to find Jake again but there he was, a muscly blonde entering the room alone. He was wearing a tank top, which made everything even better. His arms were toned and I could see the muscles on them all the way from over here.