Fighting This =LGBT= Sample

11 the Strip Club

Stefan was leaning against the wall at the third place they had visited in the last 4 hours. The room was slowly and lazily spinning as he chuckled at the way their was body glitter on his arm because the stripper that Ace sent to attack him at the last place had sparkled like a damn tinker bell.

His glass slipped slightly and some of the alcohalic substance inside it dripped down the glass and over his fingers. It tickled so he chuckled again and leaned his head back against the wall.

It was hot in here. No wonder the dancers don't wear much. He had lost his jacket at the first place and was just standing in one of his t-shirts and his low riding jeans. He heard Ace's booming voice calling out his name and it made him laugh again.

Sweat trickled down his temple as he smirked when Ace wrapped his huge arm around him and pulled him along back towards their VIP section. "Come on Mighty Mouse! We are just getting started. Damn kid keep your feet. You are such a light wieght."

Stefan found himself dropped into another plush chair that smelled of vodka and cologne. He bounced slightly and his drink tumbled from his relaxed fingers. "I tolded you... I don't drink muches." Stefan slurred.

Then suddenly a there was another bouncing pair of breasts in his face. For a second he wondered if Ace was just doing this to test him or if he was just pranking him. He giggled and snorted as the woman jiggled in front of him.

"No no sweetheart over here. You are for me sweetness. I got the kid something special." Ace's voice boomed again.

The pair of bouncy barely covered breasts were suddenly gone and Stefan let his head fall back and took a few deep breaths. He re adjusted his glasses up his nose and ran his fingers through his hair as another drink was pushed into his hand and he sat back up and put it to his lips and sipped at the fruity concoction.

That was when he looked up and saw something very different in front of him now.

He choked suddenly and nearly dropped his new drink. Between his legs stood a man that was a little older than him and was only clad in skin tight speedos. Bright pink. And they were sparkly. Stefan felt his entire face catch fire as he looked up from the bulge infront of him, his eyes taking in sculpted six pack abs and a deep v and well defined pecks with silver hoops through the nipples and a strong jaw with dark eyes and snake bite piercings.

"Holy shit..." Stefan sputtered as the man smirked and leaned close and caged him by placing his hands on either side of Stefans chair just beside his head and began to dance for him. His hips could tell no lies that was for damn sure.

Stefan's heart started to race and he was having a hard time finding the rhythm of is own breathing. His skin felt like it was on fire and he was embarrassingly sporting a hard on.

Stefan stared wide eyed from behind his glasses and sat back as far as he could almost as if afraid to get close to the man that was barely clothed and practically in his lap.

Ace's laughter was muted by the pounding of his own blood rushing through his ears as he looked up into those dark mischievous eyes above him.

Suddenly the dancer above him leaned in and Stefan gasped as he turned his head and tried to melt into the chair. "You're really cute when you blush." The man's hot breath tickled his ear and he couldn't help but feel another rush of embarrassment as he felt his blush grow hotter.

"I like innocent boys like you. You're so much fun to play with." The dancers deep voice filled his head with bad thoughts and the way his breath brushed across his neck made Stefan shiver.

"I...I-I" Stefan didn't know what he was trying to say but his head was starting to feel all dizzy as the dancer started to touch his hair and chest.

"What the fuck!"

Stefan jumped slightly as Dane's voice barked out suddenly. Dane had finally come back from his romp in the bottle service room hed gone to half an hour ago his hair looking mussed and his belt was missing as well as there was body glitter on his shirt. His eyes were narrowed at the Dancer that was now straddling Stefan's lap and Ace who was suddenly looking like a scolded puppy in the chair a few feet away from Stefan.

"What?" Ace asked as he leaned back a bit in his chair with a lap full of a busty brunette.

"You were supposed to watch out for him! Not get him hammered and let some guy molest him. Damnit Ace" Dane was striding over to them with purpose and aggitation in his eyes.

"I wasn't molesting him stud. I was just having a little fun. Unless you want me to molest you I get off in an hour." The dancer sat on his lap letting his bulge grind against Stefan's hard bulge in his jeans.

There was a very embarrassing strangled noise that slipped from Stefan's lips as he gasped from the contact and his world went all spinny again.

"Kid... you okay? You look a little pale..." Ace's voice actually sounded worried from his right as he blinked his eyes trying to see past the stars exploding infront of his eyes.

"Get the fuck off him!" Dane's voice snarled suddenly and he saw a blurry movement and felt the dancer getting pulled off of him and cool hands touch his neck feeling his clammy skin burn under that touch. "Stefan... Stefan kid you okay?"

Stefan blinked up at those deep green eyes ringed by dark lashes and those mauve lips ringed by dark stubble. Stefan felt Dane's other hand swipe across his forehead and cheek. He let out a little whimper then and answered him. "I don't like the rides that spin... Everything is all... spinny..."

"Fuck... Ace I am going to beat your fucking ass." Dane growled suddenly as Stefan gasped as he was pulled up and strong arms circled his waist and he was being half carried half dragged somewhere.

"Sorry Bane... I just wanted him to let loose a little." Ace sounded like he was actually sorry.

"He's a buck thirty soaking wet Ace! He can't hold his drink like us man." Dane's hands felt good on his body. Stefan wished they would slip under his clothes.

Wrinkling his nose he groaned. "You smell like blueberries." Stefan said in disgust.

"Yeah... well that happens when you-"

Stefan felt a waive of dizziness wash over him again and his feet tripped as he felt his knees buckle.

Suddenly his body was lifted completely up against Dane and he was trying to breath deeply. "Don't feel good..."

"Fuck!"

Then suddenly there were blurry images of a bathroom and getting sick as Dane held him up over the toilet and someone had taken his glasses.

Ugh... he tried to stand on his own but the world was still spinning slowly. He was pulled away from the toilette and then he was set on a counter as someone wiped his mouth with a damp paper towel and then another damp paper town with some ice was pressed to the back of his neck.

What he didn't realize was that he was leaning on whoever was doing this. His cheek was pressed to their shoulder and his arms were around their neck. He almost pulled away but they felt so nice. He just wished they didn't smell like blueberries.