but it's better if you do [COMPLETED]

prologue

"spencer, i don't belong here," i said as we walked up to the strip joint. "things like this make me feel dirty."

"hey, it's okay, let's just have fun. just be happy i didn't drag you to some hetero strip club."

"hm, i guess. my mom would kill me if i was still living at home and she found out i went to a gay strip club. i mean, it's literally called homoerotica. christian sin central, dude."

"well, you're 21, for pete's sake! stop thinking about your mom and think about the hot guys inside this club."

"can i see some identification to prove that you are 18 years of age or older?" the bouncer at the front of the building asked sternly. you could tell that if someone tried to get in that was underage, they'd be dead because of him.

"yeah, sure," i answered, spencer and i both rapidly pulling out our identification cards from our pockets. we had them ready because we didn't want to be slow and make the bouncer angry; and spencer didn't want to waste any of our, well, his valuable time.

"go right in, boys."

the bouncer stepped away from the door and opened it courteously to let us inside. i was surprised at how polite someone who worked at a strip club was to me. maybe i shouldn't judge this place because my mom told me that things like being too promiscuous or being gay was a sin so much when i was a kid. i actually feel like i'm going to have a good time tonight.

spencer looked around in awe as soon as we entered homoerotica.

"i had a dream about a gay club before. jake gyllenhaal and chris evans were strippers who were fighting over me, but it just ended in a threesome," spencer informed me for some odd reason.

"not something i needed to know, but alright."

"do you wanna go to the dancers or the bar first?"

"the bar. i need a drink."

"okay. i'm hitting the bathroom and kind of hoping that i don't run into people fucking in a stall. but, things happen for a reason," he said with a wink that made me internally cringe. spencer was having way too much of an enjoyable time already; but, i can't blame him. freedom is exhilarating.

i found my way to the bar where a short, shirtless male bartender was serving drinks to a tall, kind of lanky, and emo-looking man. the bartender had a nametag placed neatly on his bare chest reading, "pete w." he was intensely flirting with the lanky guy receiving what looked like a refreshing strawberry daiquiri. don't get me wrong, they're delicious, but i'm more of a peach and lime type of guy.

i sat down next to the lanky guy and he greeted me with a polite hello.

"hi," i responded.

"i'm judging by the look on your face that you're new here," he said.

"how'd you know?" i asked jokingly. "yeah, my friend dragged me here for my 21st birthday for who knows what reason."

"well, i'll let you know that this isn't my first rodeo. my brother's a dancer here and his boyfriend drags me here too many times to count. the bartender is new, though, and i'm not complaining. he's highkey hot."

"yeah, i guess," i replied, subtly checking the bartender out.

"i'm mikey way."

"my name's ryan ross."

"would you like anything to drink?" the bartender named pete asked.

"peach and lime daiquiri, please."

he made the drink quickly and gave it to me with a smile.

"drink's on me," mikey whispered to me.

"no, it's really okay, i've got plenty of money."

"it's fine, i got you. hey, pete! this kid's daiquiri is on me!"

pete nodded in recognition and went back to making a drink for a blonde girl across the bar.

"thanks, dude."

"no problem."

"hey, ryan! i'm back from the bathroom. no strange adventures yet," spencer proclaimed loudly as mikey giggled.

"i'm guessing you want to make your way over to the strippers?" i questioned, sighing at the end.

"you guessed correctly! let's go. take you daiquiri with you."

i grabbed the drink, waved farewell to mikey, and walked along reluctantly with spencer to the designated area.

"ooh, look at him!" spencer said excitedly, pointing to an appealing brunet stripper in a long-sleeved white button-up shirt.

"yeah, he's hot."

spencer walked up to the stage where his dream boy was standing, the stripper noticing him immediately. he winked flirtatiously at him as spencer stared in shock at the acknowledgment.

the stripper then unbuttoned his shirt teasingly as the small crowd cheered. once the shirt was fully unbuttoned, he slid it off his arms and dropped it on spencer. you can probably imagine that spencer screamed internally and added a smirk directed towards the boy.

i looked around until one dancer caught my eye. he had dark brown eyes and a perfect face, but i'll admit his forehead was quite large. he had long, black hair that almost went over his eyes.

i've got to get the name of this guy.

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