Standing in line, waiting for people to have to come out before they're going to be allowed in, Luke's nervous. He's never been in any club, never mind a gay club and he's here, with a membership card that's not his and worried as fuck that he's never going to find Michael inside.
"ID?" the bouncer asks them, as a group piles out of the club.
"Here..."
"Born in 1952?! You look damn good for your age Dave." The bouncer hands Luke the card back, his eyes twinkling. The lad's fucking hot, he's going to be in huge demand inside and hell, he's only paid to make sure there's no trouble and that everyone going in has a valid membership. The boss never said anything about the card having to match the person...
Chloe leads them both inside, pulling Luke along by the hand. She knows he's nervous, that much is obvious, but she also knows how desperate he is to find Michael, so she takes charge. Winding their way through the crowd Luke's eyes are like saucers taking everything in.
Sweaty hot male dancers, dressed in literally the bare assed minimum, are raised up on podiums dotted throughout the club. They're even on the metal balcony that runs high above them around the walls, crisscrossing the club at certain points. A curtain of metal chains opens the way onto the main dance floor, neon lights flash, ultraviolet lights pick out the white of people's teeth and the odd white clothing, mostly people either seem to be dressed in dark clothes or be completely bare chested.
Luke feels totally unlike the thought he would. He realises, as he looks round scanning the room, Michael forgotten about for the time being, that he feels completely at home here, amongst all these beautiful bodies. This must be what being gay is all about. Being in a room full of sweaty, gyrating men, dancing like everyone's watching, because they are, and fucking loving it. So this is what he's been missing.
"You want to go?" he asks Chloe. He'd never have brought her here if he knew it was going to be like this.
"What for? We only just got here!" she replies, a big grin on her face, loving it.
"Alright, come on," this time Luke takes charge, pulling Chloe through the crowd to a set of steps he can see on the far side of the club, maybe there they'll get a better view.
~~~
Michael tries every cubicle door in the men's room, finally finding one not being used and shuts the door, on which is a printed message;
NO SEX IN BATHROOMS
THAT'S WHAT THE COUCHES ARE FOR
"What would you do if you actually had to go?" Calum asks the rhetorical question, as Michael fishes a vial out of his pocket. Taking a large sniff, he prepares the vial again for Calum, handing it to him with a warning, "Careful it's strong. I got it from Tommy Hagar."
"You know he can get anything." Calum waits for the drug to kick in, it doesn't take long and it's obviously already working for Michael as he lies his forehead on his Calum's, looking sexy as fuck as he does it.
"He got me that Superman episode, the only one ever shot in colour, it's so ancient you can even see the strings as he's flying. Oh, did I tell you what I got on eBay?" It's the same every time they do this, Calum gets verbal diarrhea whilst Michael just gets even more dark and mysterious, "A vintage Linda Carter Wonder Woman doll, mint condition, in its box!"
Calum talks about his comics and all the geeky items around his apartment like Michael thinks about sex. It's like he gets off on it.
"...cost me an entire weeks salary but it was sooo worth it."
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Queer as Muke
Fanfiction"The thing you need to know is, it's all about sex. It's true. In fact they say men think about sex every twenty-eight seconds. Of course that's straight men. With gay men it's every nine." Twenty nine year old advertising executive Michael Cliffor...
