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Meet the Target

Friday night was the night to be at the bar and all the hot young University students were no exception. Different bars were for different faculties, so it was rare to see Medical and Engineering mix with Science etc, but occasionally the students liked to mix it up and the Tropics was the bar to do it. 

Forth never cared much for the Tropics, the loud EDM music thumped heavy in the background, making conversation hard. But if you were on the prowl to get laid, this was the bar and every Friday night, you could find the Medical Princes or as Forth liked to call them, The Crazy Doc Gang sitting in the farthest booth. 

At exactly 11 p.m., Forth parked his Ducatti and sauntered into the bar. He knew he looked good, having dressed for the occasion, in his tightest black jeans, black t-shirt and a loose black dress shirt. He wore black biker boots with silver embellishments, a heavy silver chain around his neck and one diamond studded silver cross in right ear. He paused dramatically just inside the entrance, taking in the packed bar, the girls dancing together on the floor, in tight little outfits that left little to the imagination. The boys eyed the girls, the couples making out in the shadows and the boys making moves on each other, thinking they weren't noticed.

Everything is noticed by someone, just it's never talked about in the Tropics. It's an unwritten rule - what happens there, stays there. Forth let his eyes slowly wander to the Crazy Doc's booth and took in the scene. Kit looked unhappy, slowly nursing a beer. Phana was definitely drunk, with a slender girl with long dark hair sitting on his lap and Beam, was Beam. Beam had two girls on each side of him, and he had his arm around one, and was leaning in to the other, laughing.

Forth sighed gently. This was going to be fun. He approached the bar and ordered a beer and by the time the bartender slid it to him, a girl slid her arm around him and asked him to dance. "Sorry, darlin', I'm not interested in anything but my beer." Forth didn't even bother to look at her, keeping his eyes firmly on the target. 

Beam must have finally drank enough alcohol that required a trip to the bathroom so Forth quickly drained his remaining beer and followed. The bathroom was perfect for a fake "oh, you're here too?" encounter.

Entering the bathroom, Forth stood at the urinal, and completed his business and went to wash his hands. There, he noticed Beam just leaning against the counter, with his eyes closed. Washing his hands, he flicked water at Beam's face. 

"What the hell?" Beam wiped his face angrily, "Did I do something to you?"

Forth laughed, "No, but I figured you'd ignore me if I just said hi. You look pretty spaced out. Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, I'm just tired of being Beam Baramee. And tonight the rumours are even worse." Beam paused to look directly at Forth. "Since you showed up at our courtyard, they include you."

"Oh?" smirked Forth, "I can't wait to hear this, since I don't listen to them."

"Are you serious? Isn't your Facebook or IG swamped with questions regarding them?" 

"No, or rather if it is, I don't know. I hardly use them, maybe once or twice a year..." Forth let his voice trail off. He was kind of regretting having the lack of knowledge now. 

"Well, damn Forth. Then I think I'll lay the blame for this at your doorstep then!" Beam yelled. "You could have headed it off. They say you took a bet to kiss me."

"That's not true. There is no bet." 

"I knew it. So tell them that." Forth reached out and grabbed Beam by the shoulders and made him look at him. 

"Look at me, Beam." Forth put every ounce of sincerity he could in his voice. "Do you understand anything about SOTUS?"

"No, and I don't want to." petulance laced his words.

"Look, I can't stop those rumours and I won't. But together we can end them. IF we cooperate."

A guy came into the bathroom and looked at the two men standing there and said, "Get a room, I wanna pee in peace."

Beam flushed to the roots of his hair. "Let's go talk elsewhere. Come join my table."

Forth looked at Beam and once again, he was struck by how truly handsome Beam was. Desire flashed through him, settling low in his loins. "No, I won't talk with Phana listening. His ideals and mine clash. You need to make up your own mind and not listen to Daddy."

"Fine, but Kit drove tonight." 

"I'm on my bike. I only had a beer so I'm good to drive." Beam shivered as Forth grabbed his hand and dragged him out of the bar. At the Ducatti, Beam stared at the red and black beast, whimpering a little. The sleek lines of the bike screamed speed and Beam didn't like motorcycles to begin with. 

Forth swung his leg over and with a press of a button, the engine thrummed to a start. As he balanced the bike, he said to Beam, hop on. 

Nervously, Beam did just that, lightly holding on his jacket. Forth, who could feel the nervous tension radiating off of Beam, grabbed his hand and said, "Hold on tight. I won't go fast." And peeled out of the parking lot, causing Beam to slide up against Forth's muscular backside.

Forth grinned, he knew he should not enjoy this as much as he was, but damn, Beam had nice thighs. They felt long and sleek, currently clamped tight to his. He brought his hand down and tugged Beam tighter to his back and gave his baby just a tiny nudge faster. He laughed aloud and the warm breath on his neck as Beam threw himself tighter against his back, holding him in a death grip.

Yes, this was definitely what he needed to pull him out of his funk. Sometimes the seniors DID know a thing or two...