Scomiche One Shots (R)

deja vu pt.2

Scott pulled into Club Z, his heart thumping in his chest with excitement and anxiety for the night to come. His goal for the night was to; 1. get drunk, 2. hook up with someone, 3. go home with someone 4. get some 5. learn the beautiful boy's name. He hoped they would perhaps happen in that order, the fifth occurring because of the previous four. 

The noise and beat of the bass hit him in an intoxicating way the second he opened the door, pulling him deeper and deeper into the club. He made his way to the bar, just barely able to find it in the dim light. "What can I get you?"

"Gin and tonic please" Scott replied in a half yell in order to be heard over the music. The drink was in his hand in an instant and he downed it even faster, ordering another. Step 1 was on its way to being completed. 

Scott spotted the mystery boy in the swarming crowd of people within seconds of his eyes sweeping. He was dressed in black skinny jeans and a sheer blue and white striped top, both showing off his perfect figure. He watched with a profound paralysis as the celestial creature bounced to his heart's desire. Scott hoped he could say the same of him later, too, just under slightly different circumstances. 

As Scott stared on, the boy he was adorning turned, eyes immediately finding the tall blond in the haze of the club. He sauntered over and even in the dimly lit bar where it seemed as though a fog surrounded them, Scott could see his brown eyes darken. A paralysis came over him again, not because he was scared, but rather because he was so stricken by the beauty of the dark haired boy and the sexiness that rolled off him in waves. "I see you got my invitation," he crooned.

"I did. I must admit, that was a rather audacious move, though. Telling me where to be, not even bothering to ask if I wanted to come."

Scott was slightly stunned by his own confidence but his little mystery did not seem phased by such a resolute statement. Instead, he simply grabbed Scott by the hand and pulled him onto the dance floor, never letting go the whole time. 

When they came to a stop, the space between them seemed to dissipate in an instant and suddenly their bodies were against each other, hands already roaming. Scott enjoyed the feel of the boy's smaller, dancing body in his hands and the ways his ribs protruded ever so slightly. It felt so deja vu, so criminally exact, that Scott could've sworn he was caught in a time loop of sorts. A time loop where this night just played over and over, where the boy would tease him and never reveal his name. But, something about tonight, maybe the feeling that there were no inhibitions between them, save for a lack of name, told Scott this night would not end like their previous encounters. "It's your eyes," the brunet whispered up to him. 

"What?" Scott was confused as to what he was referring to, eyebrows creasing in thought. 

"I knew you wanted to see me because of your eyes. They change, darken." he said as though it were a reverent declaration. 

"You say this as if yours don't too, mystery boy. They were an invitation all in themselves," he replied effortlessly. Scott knew he could not accredit all this candor simply to the alcohol flowing in his body, but recognized the desire he had for this boy, like his brain was leading him places he couldn't consciously comprehend. The only response he received was a sly kiss to the underside of his jaw. "I'm going to get a drink."

Scott wriggled his way back to the bar and order the same thing as before. As he stood there nursing his drink quietly, he once again felt the familiarity of the situation– staring in wonder at a body he so wished to explore, all while standing on the sideline. Something switched in Scott's brain, a realization of sorts, that staying here would not magically get that boy wrapped around his finger like he wanted. It was as if his conscience had finally caught up with his subconscious desires.