Dance (3 page)

He
got up, took his clothes off and headed for the shower. It was 8:00 pm. He had
plenty of time to make plans for tonight.

In
about an hour, freshly showered, dressed and fed, Jared took out his phone and
dialled Adam. The guy never stayed home on a Saturday, even though they had a
show the next day. They arranged to meet at the Mai Tai Pit for drinks, and
then go to
Lono’s
for dancing and, hopefully, finding
someone for a long, satisfying fuck in his creaking bed.

Chapter three

Jared

“Who is that?”
Adam asked, his eyes fixing on someone over Jared head. By the hungry look in
his eyes, Jared could tell whoever it
was,
he’d end up
in Adam's bed tonight. Jared turned around to see the object of Adam's
fascination and was startled when he met Fenix’s eyes across the crowded dance
floor.
Lono’s
wasn't big, but it
was
one of the most popular gay bars in London. Jared, Adam and
their friends frequented the place and knew the staff, which was a bonus since
they usually got to jump all the queues. The bass of the music that played at
the moment was fast and loud, and Jared’s pulse involuntarily synced with it.
Out of all the clubs in London, how was it possible that Fenix, and obviously
some of his friends, had decided to come to
Lono’s
tonight?

Fenix
waved at Jared and gave him one of his disarming smiles. Adam grunted behind
him.

“You
know him?”

“Yeah.”

“How?”

“Didn’t
you see him backstage today?” Jared waved back and turned to face Adam again.
Adam shook his head. “He’s the star of the new headliner musical. And,” Jared
leaned in closer to Adam and had to crane his neck to speak in his ear, “my new
dressing room buddy.”

Adam
jerked back in surprise. The look on his face was so comical that Jared had to
laugh. His big brown eyes were round with shock, and his mouth curled down in
disappointment.

“Fuck.
Why do you always get the hot ones?” Adam shook his head, frowning.
“First Cade, now this guy?
I’m always stuck with the ugly or
straight ones. It’s not fair.” Adam pouted and Jared laughed harder. The pout
did not fit his six-foot-two friend at all. Jared was just about to comment on
that when he felt a warm hand on his lower back. Turning his head, he saw Fenix
standing right behind him. His pale blue eyes looked colourless in the dim
light of the club. Even so close, the man was perfect. Jared felt the familiar
pang in his chest and flutter in his belly.

“Hi,”
he said, smiling at Fenix, who awarded him a lopsided grin in return. Adam
cleared his throat and Jared was just about to introduce them when Mark, who
played a Monster in the show, appeared out of nowhere, flushed and exhilarated
from dancing, and enveloped Fenix in a hug. Jared couldn't help but notice that
it was a long, full body hug. Every part of Mark was touching every part of Fenix,
and Jared saw red. He wanted to burst between them, separate them, and push
Fenix behind his back and out of reach.

But
he didn't. He slowly sipped his drink, patiently waiting for the hug to end.

“So
glad you could make it, darling,” Mark drawled in his usual pretentious manner.
“Did you bring any of your friends as you promised?”

“Yeah.
They’re here
somewhere,” Fenix said and his eyes started scanning the dance floor. “That’s
Ned,” he pointed to a very attractive guy dressed in leather pants and a tight
t-shirt, with dark hair falling past his shoulders in messy waves. “He plays
City of
Shadows
’s
drummer.”

“Ah,
perfect. I love drummers. They have rhythm like no one else,” cooed Mark and
headed straight for Ned.

“He
does realise Ned
plays
a drummer,
right?” Fenix asked as he leaned closer to Jared to speak in his ear.

Jared
shivered.

He
wanted this man, right now.

He
wanted to pull him into his arms and never let go.

The
feeling was so strong that it stunned Jared. His insides were melting at
Fenix’s proximity and he knew he wouldn't be able to control himself much
longer with Fenix so close.

“You
OK?” Fenix asked, his face a breath away from Jared’s. It was impossible not to
lean in and...

“Hi,
I’m Adam. Jared’s co-star,” he interrupted and thrust his hand between them,
taking Fenix’s and shaking it.

“I
know who you are. I’m a fan,” Fenix said smoothly as his eyes met Adam's. Jared
felt the loss of Fenix’s undivided attention like a punch in the gut.

What
the fuck was wrong with him? He didn't even know his body was capable of such
reactions to another human being.

“I’m
Fenix,” he continued, still holding Adam's hand. Adam wasn't in a hurry to let
go, apparently.

“So
I’ve heard,” Adam flirted.

“You
wanna
dance?” Jared whispered in Fenix’s ear,
impatient to get him away from Adam. Fenix claimed his hand back and turned to
Jared.

“Sure.”

“Go
ahead. I’ll be right behind you,” Jared inclined his head towards the dance
floor.

“I
hope so,” Fenix said and sauntered away.

“Back.
Off,” Jared said
through gritted teeth when Fenix went out of earshot. Adam stared at him in
surprise.

“What?”

“I
said, back off. He’s mine.” Jared gave Adam one last warning look and followed
Fenix to the dance floor, leaving Adam to gape behind him.

Fenix
must have been on the dance floor no longer than a minute, but by the time
Jared found him, he was already crowded by admirers. No wonder – the man could
move! It was like the music flowed
through
him. Fenix had his back to Jared, his ass jiggling deliciously to the rhythm,
his tight jeans not leaving much to the imagination. Jared snuck behind him,
wrapped his arms around his waist and glared at the guy dancing with Fenix
until he took the hint and bounced off. Fenix turned his head slightly and
smiled when he saw Jared. He raised his arms over his head and brought them
down behind Jared’s neck in one graceful movement. Jared’s mouth was an inch
away from the skin on Fenix’s neck and the temptation was too much.

Losing
all rational thought at Fenix’s closeness, Jared brought his lips to his warm
skin and tasted it. It was sweaty from the dancing and the heat of the crowd,
but also hot and sweet.
Addicting.
Immediately, Jared
wanted to taste more. He ran his tongue up Fenix’s neck to his jaw and bit his
cheek gently. He felt, rather than heard, Fenix moan as he dropped his head
backwards on Jared’s shoulder, silently asking for more. Fenix’s hips never
stopped moving and his ass was grinding against Jared’s crotch. There was no
doubt in Jared’s mind that Fenix could feel his erection through his jeans.

Gladly
accepting Fenix’s invitation, Jared nipped his way up his neck and sucked on
his earlobe. He could see Fenix biting his lip as his hands came to rest on
Jared’s. His palms were sweaty as his fingers entwined with Jared’s and
squeezed.

The
man was a walking sex addiction.

Jared
nuzzled his temple and inhaled his scent. Fenix smelled amazing, and his blond
hair felt so soft on Jared’s face. He groaned and pressed Fenix harder against
him. Fenix’s eyes snapped open, and with one elegant movement he turned in
Jared’s arms, smashing his lips over Jared’s.

The
shock of the sensation startled Jared. Fenix’s lips were soft and sweet and
gentle as they glided over Jared’s, and he’d never craved a kiss so much in his
life. The club, the music, the crowd, the
world
disappeared around them as Jared opened his mouth wider and invited Fenix in
deeper. Fenix wasted no time – his tongue explored Jared’s mouth with such
uninhibited urgency that Jared could not hold his moans back any longer. His
hands travelled all the way up Fenix’s back and tangled in his hair as he
pressed his head firmer against his lips.

Jared
wanted to devour him, right here in the dance floor. He wanted to feel Fenix,
all of him, learn everything about him, and make him come ten different ways.
The need to posses this man right here,
right
now
, was so strong that momentarily Jared was lost in it. He felt Fenix
whimper,
then
yelp alarmingly, and the sound snapped
him out of his trance.

Fenix’s
eyes were frantic as he brought his finger to his lower lip and touched it
gingerly. It was red and swollen, and Jared could already see the stubble burn
that was starting to appear all over Fenix’s face.

Jesus, what the hell
is wrong with me?

Fenix
looked like he’d been mauled by a wild animal.

“I’m
sorry,” Jared whispered, meeting Fenix’s eyes and feeling the blush of
embarrassment creep up his cheeks. Fenix looked at him in surprise and inclined
his head to the side, his bruised lips slowly spreading into a wicked smile.

“Don’t
be,” he said, almost shyly, before he leaned in and whispered in Jared’s ear,
“I like it rough.”

The
combination of the innocence in Fenix’s eyes and the dirty words that came out
of his mouth made Jared snap. He grabbed Fenix’s hand and dragged him off the
dance floor, through the crowd in front of the bar and into the toilets. Fenix
didn't resist. Jared’s vision tunnelled as they walked into the dimly-lit
restroom and headed straight for one of the empty cubicles, banging the door
shut behind them.

Fenix’s
arms were around Jared’s neck the second he turned the lock. Their lips met
once again with urgency, their gasps and moans clearly audible in the small
space. Jared pushed Fenix against the wall and grinded against him. Fenix gave
as good as he got, pushing his hips against Jared’s, his hands tangling in
Jared’s hair. Jared hooked one arm under Fenix’s knee, bringing his leg up with
ease, his dancer’s body pliable and flexible under Jared’s touch. His other
hand slipped behind to grab Fenix’s ass. Fenix gasped and moaned wantonly.

“Jared...”
he whimpered urgently against his lips, his eyes wild as his hips continued to
snap against Jared’s, despite the awkward angle. Jared let go of his leg and
snuck his other hand behind Fenix, grabbing his ass with both hands,
simultaneously squeezing and pulling him even closer. Fenix sucked Jared’s
tongue deep into his mouth and the hands in his hair tightened painfully. When
he released his tongue, Jared bit and sucked all the way down his neck to his
collarbone, making sure he left visible marks behind.

Fenix
loved the onslaught. He cried out as Jared sucked on his Adam's apple and pulling
on his hair, guided his head back up. Their lips met again in a painful, urgent
kiss.

Jared
could not resist this much longer; he was agonizingly hard. He needed to come
right now or he was afraid his cock would snap in half.

As
if reading his mind, Fenix groaned against his lips and said,

“Jared...
I’m going to come. Please, don't stop...” He gasped as Jared pumped his hips
against Fenix’s cock, hard. Fenix’s whole body shook and he made the sexiest
sound from deep inside his throat. Jared pulled back and watched him as he
succumbed to his pleasure.

He
was beautiful.

Even
with his lips swollen and red, with his skin flushed and his blond hair
sticking to his head, Fenix was beautiful. His gorgeous eyes snapped open after
a long moment, but they were so much darker than before. Jared felt a jolt pass
through his whole body as Fenix kissed him again, slow and languid, savouring
his taste, teasing his lips instead of bruising them. Fenix’s hand snuck inside
Jared’s jeans and as his fingers brushed the head of his cock, Jared thought he
was going to explode. It was too much. Fenix, gorgeous and coming undone in his
arms; his touch, his taste, his scent... All that swirled around Jared in a
blur as Fenix wrapped his hand firmly around his dick, squeezed and tugged. The
dry pull was nearly painful, but it only added to the pleasure of Jared’s
already too sensitive body. Fenix sleeked his palm with the
precome
leaking from Jared’s cockhead and the next few slides up and down Jared’s shaft
were exquisite.

Jared
came so hard his knees gave out. He was vaguely aware he shouted Fenix’s name
as he held on to his shoulders for support. Fenix whispered in his ear, but
Jared could not understand what he was saying. All he knew was his voice was
soothing, and Jared rode out his orgasm until the sensation dulled out.
 

Once
he was back in his body, Jared pulled away slightly from Fenix as he studied
his face. He was looking for remorse or detachment, or even rejection. It
wasn't every day that he dry humped a guy in a club’s bathroom, and he was
willing to bet it wasn't a usual occurrence for Fenix either. Despite that, he
didn't really know the guy, did he? He didn't know what to expect once the
urgency and sex crazed fog dissipated.

Jared
didn't see any of that on Fenix’s face. His eyes were warm and back to their
usual pale colour, and his cheeks flushed. The marks Jared had left behind were
stark red against his pale skin. Fenix’s full mouth transformed into a grin and
Jared felt the weight on his shoulders fall off. He’d have been so disappointed
if Fenix had rejected him and ran out of the stall.