It's just as Jake is about to unbutton his shirt that Sam begins to feel something. Not something awesome like he'd been promised, rather it feels like something weird, at least it starts that way...
"Hey, you alright?" Jake asks as Sam pulls away from him.
"Yeah," he manages to get out but he feels far from alright. He's feeling hot, the room's spinning and he's barely able to sit up properly.
Jake looks on concerned as Sam pulls himself up to standing with the help of the couch's armrest and then realises that he can't feel his fingers. Reaching out his hand he tries to focus, looking at it to see what's wrong but his eyes don't seem to be working.
It's then that they roll back into his head, exposing the whites of his eyes and he collapses with a strange buzzing sound ringing in his ears. Not onto the nice warm welcoming body of Jake like before, no, this time he collapses straight onto the floor with a thud.
~~~
"Is he going to do it with both of them?" Chloe asks Luke, a note of slight disgust in her voice.
Luke never takes his eyes off Michael, watching him carefully. "He can do anything he wants," he informs her calmly.
It takes a minute of indecision before Luke makes up his mind to make his move. Walking away from Chloe down the stairs whilst never taking his eyes off Michael's location, he moves with purpose. Now he knows what to do.
"What are you doing?" she calls after him getting no answer in return.
By the time Luke's got down to the bottom of the stairs, he's removed the tight shirt that he had picked out with such care hours ago. Throwing it away to the side, he walks under a shower of silver confetti shooting out at irregular intervals from cannons on either side of the walkway.
The bright, twinkling, shiny sparkles settle on his hair and skin, adhering to the thin sheen of sweat that coats his upper body and Luke gives thanks for the first time in his life for hot clubs packed full of people.
Arriving near to but behind Michael, he starts dancing by himself, casting glances over to Michael's dancing partners, inviting them to join him. At first they don't see him, but other people do, he gathers a little crowd around him in no time and then, to his delight, the crowd then attracts the interest of the original guy that Michael had targeted in the bar. He moves off and away from Michael like a kite on a puff of breeze, blown towards Luke and his hot body in the centre of the circle, shimmering in dotted silver petals like a young god.
Luke only pays attention to himself and the guy now dancing with him, the one that Michael was after. He's tall, like Michael, and hot, again like Michael. They'd have been well suited to one another.
Luke tries not to look in Michael's direction, knowing that he needs to focus if he wants this to work. The other guy that Michael's still dancing with also keeps looking over, his interest finally piqued. It's not often that a hot, blonde, and very young twink who's new to this part of town shows up and soon he moves away too, sandwiching Luke between the both of them. The three of them never miss a beat, dancing with each other, their hips all moving in sync. The two taller men share a glance over Luke's head, they can't believe their luck.
It's a second before Michael realises what's happened and he's not the only one who's amazed.
"What's he doing?" Corey asks Calum, his surprised tone matching the alarm bells ringing in Calum's head. But Calum knows exactly what Luke's doing, he's just surprised that the seventeen year old jumped up little cunt would figure it out so fast.
~~~
"Stop! Oh my god! Stop!" Jake cries, his hand on Sam's chest, peering at his face. He's either having a seizure or choking or having a heart attack or all three at once.
"Sam! Oh my god!" He doesn't know what to do. "Sam!"
Grabbing the half used bottle of GHB off the side table, he finds his shirt and leaves as fast as possible, leaving Sam lying on his living room carpet, his whole body twitching with his eyes seemingly fixated on the door that Jake's just escaped out of. Sam sounds like he's trying to make words as the door shuts with a firm bang.
~~~
Michael watches Luke, his jaw set, never taking his eyes off the lad and how he moves. He's a good dancer, no, make that a great dancer and he's so fucking sexy. Michael's not oblivious to the crowd gathered around the three of them and how every guy in the place worth their salt has not only seen Luke but also has him targeted for fun in the future.
His eyes narrow seeing how close they've all got to each other and how Luke's hands keep moving to hold the thighs of the man behind him. Jesus, now he's kissing all down Luke's neck. Fuck! They're all hot but now he's seen them all together he knows what he wants; Michael always knows what he wants and he finally makes his move to get it.
Walking up to their little dance-fest, he raises his arms, sliding them in either side of Luke, then parts them, forcing both men away from him.
~~~
Sam lies perfectly still in his empty apartment, his eyes open but now unfocused, his body no longer juddering in spasms. There's not a sound in the place.
~~~
Looking around to see why his dance partners have suddenly moved away, Luke comes face to face with a pissed off Michael. Not pissed off because Luke's annoyed him like the other night, this time he's angry at how people are looking at Luke. Not missing a beat they carry on dancing just like he was in the threesome a couple of seconds ago, only now it's just him and Michael, chest to chest, nose to nose, and he can hardly believe it's worked.
Not a word is mentioned between the two of them about what was said last week. Instead, Michael slides his hands slowly down Luke's sides, his fingers spreading, feeling the contours of his ribs and the soft skin of his hips where he comes to rest. Luke wraps his arms around Michael's shoulders, tugging on the hair at the back of his neck when Michael bends to kiss up Luke's neck, on exactly the same side where the other guy was kissing him moments before, claiming back his territory.
Michael runs his tongue all the way from Luke's nipple to his ear as Luke tips his head back in delight, watching the clubs lights swirling above him. He feels intoxicated on Michael and the lights put even more shine on that feeling. He hisses as Michael nips occasionally as he goes, until his tongue makes it's way along Luke's jaw, stopping when he reaches his mouth.
Michael draws back slightly to look at Luke, his tongue still dancing in his mouth as he smiles before he leans forward, pressing his lips against Luke's.
Luke melts into the kiss despite his earlier cockiness, joy rupturing inside him when Michael's tongue enters his mouth and he kisses him back just as intensely. Michael's arms hold Luke close as they sway in the crowd of people, oblivious to everyone and all the while rediscovering the feelings they had both felt the week previous.
For Luke it's confirmation that Michael is the only one he wants. He may have stumbled across him in a street but that's fate for you and Luke's a big believer in fate. The man is simply mesmerising. Luke's attracted to every part of him; from the way his mind works to his perfect, beautiful cock. He can't get enough of him, he'll never have enough of him.
How is he supposed to stay away from this? Michael's already a drug to him, potent in his intensity and lethal to Luke's heart since he's already lost it to the guy.
For Michael, Luke is that incredibly rare entity that he's hardly ever encountered, a person who's attraction is constant, greater even than the last time they met. And he finds to his surprise that it's not just physical, although looking at him now, all sparkly and shimmering, lost in his dancing, that obviously is a large part of his attractiveness. There's something else, something that Michael can't quite put his finger on yet but it excites him, right in his gut, and he hasn't felt that in forever.
Michael shakes his head slightly to clear it, the way he does when he may have taken a little too much of a good thing. The boy's sexy and hung and looks like an angel but that's all it is, isn't it?
Luke's grin is as wide as Chloe's is as she watches them together. They dance and kiss, kiss and dance and stay together like that the whole night long, as if there's no-one else in the club but the two of them.
Calum also watches, his face as inscrutable as Michael's was when he watched Luke drive off a week ago.
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Queer as Muke
Fiksi Penggemar"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...
