That night at five p.m. Ash and Jay found themselves walking down the loud, bright main street of the nearby city centre; Jay with his hair out and wearing an old, black leather jacket, Ash wearing the same long-sleeved, snowy shirt and sporting loose curls in his hair. He looked like a God, and he refused to tell Jay how he styled his hair. Now he supposed it was some special warlock hair gel or something.
At first, Jay had his hands stuck straight in the pockets of his jacket. They didn't talk much as they walked, it was too loud with the traffic besides them. He kept sneaking sideways looks at Ash; under the streetlights, he looked improbable. He exuded such confidence and mystique that now it seemed stupid that he hadn't guessed some supernatural cause behind the man. After a while walking next to each other, Ash quickly slid his hand into the pocket of Jay's jacket and clutched his hand. Now they were a couple, a normal couple walking down the street at night.
Jay took a deep breath of humid, early summer air to try and calm his heart. It didn't work, but that was fine.
Finally, Jay pointed to one of the flashing, booming buildings they were going to walk by which he had frequented in the past. He explained that it was one of the more mellow clubs he had been to, not nearly as many people as the one he had gone to the previous night. Grasping each other's hands confidently they entered the even more humid and lurid nightclub and without bothering to approach any of the shimmering-mirage like bars, they immediately fell into step on the dance floor.
For once, Jay didn't need alcohol to feel ecstasy burning inside him. He kept discovering that with Ash it was easy to have fun. He appeared to be a great dancer, No surprise there. His body seemed to mimic the wild energy of his electric hair. He was a volcano, dormant until he had the opportunity to erupt in a fiery cascade of movement. He was contagious. Jay found himself moving with almost the same energy as Ash when usually his movement was little and not very eclectic.
It was like they were the only two people on earth as they danced together to the erratic beat the DJ procured. Jay found himself crying with laughter as they danced, mainly because Ash was grinning like a beautiful fool. There was no chance to converse under the suffocating lights and blaring music, but this wasn't an issue.
After at least an hour of strenuous dancing, they decided to retire to a slightly quieter, less populated lounge area. They both collapsed next to each other on a low, red leather loveseat. Ash immediately rested his warm head on Jay's shoulder and fanned himself with his hand. Jay looked sideways at him and grinned, he didn't mind the extra heat.
"Great music here," Ash said.
"You think?" Jay replied, "So you like this kind of techno, dance music stuff?"
"Yeah, I love it." He thought of the huge speaker system back in Ash's apartment.
"I haven't heard you play music before."
Ash smiled mysteriously, "I know. No one can hear it outside my apartment." Jay deduced in that moment that Warlocks were also great at soundproofing.
"I'm kind of excited to find out all the stuff you can do." He admitted, inclining his head so he could see Ash, who raised his head to face him. He smiled again.
"I hope you like surprises."
There weren't many people in the same seating area around them, so they proceeded to make out right there on the couch. Besides, who would stop them? The tangling of their hot hands and mouths together was another experience. This day had turned out to be very exhilarating for Jay; it was incomparable to any other day in his life. I mean, it wasn't every day that a person ended up continuously sucking face with a sexy, blue-haired warlock.
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Love Next Door
RomantikJay Edwards moved to the city to forget the past and create a new identity, but instead all he finds is a coffee addiction and many unfortunate mistakes. Upon moving to yet another apartment after being kicked out for the third time, he discovers th...
