Post by ode on Mar 26, 2010 0:56:49 GMT -5
“Come on, mate!” Ren said and playfully pushed his best friend and fellow Giver. “You’ve come all this way now-”
“Because you tricked me, you bastard!” Adi mock glared at the other male. He had been told when coming to this end of the city that there was a charity project in the works and the organization managers would be meeting them at a restaurant. The restaurant had apparently turned into a nightclub and his charity project was no where to be found.
“I tricked you for your own good,” Ren said, his voice serious for once. “You’re 36 now, Adi, and without a mate. You don’t go out unless it’s for a good cause or a good sport and you haven’t gotten laid in three years. You need some stress relief my friend and this place is the perfect assistant for that.”
Adi shook his head and sighed, “I don’t need to have sex with random strangers or anyone for that matter.”
“You’re lonely.”
“I’m fine. Just because I don’t have a mate our there for me doesn’t mean I’m lonely all the time.”
Ren scowled at his friend, “You are bringing your happy ass in here and that’s that.”
Adi frowned at the man’s language but gave in and followed the man in to the club, the bright neon flashers hurt his eyes and the musty smell around him had him wrinkling his nose. He knew that smell and because of that smell he knew what was offered in this place. Sex. Just what he needed a trip to a club turned brothel. He didn’t say anything though; who was he to judge another person? No one, just because his standards kept him above places like this most days did not make him any more judgmental of someone who would enjoy this sort of life.
Making their way up to the bar, Ren ordered them both shots with a beverage to chase it down with and insisted they take it to the head to start them out right. Adi did as he was told but 36 years past had him with a strong tolerance for alcohol that his 27-year-old friend just didn’t understand. Still, the man kept up the constant shots and the only thing Adi felt then was the urge to pee.
“I’ll be back in a sec,” he told the man and headed to the restroom, his stay was brief and awkward having to weave around the writhing bodies not only on the dance floor but also in the rest room of whom were fucking for all they were worth. Stepping back outside from the restroom he was forced to once again wade through the crowd only this time he was not so lucky as to be left alone.
A group of young bearers grabbed him and seemed to move him with them as they danced across the floor and up on him. When he finally managed to break free he was right up against one of the dance cages and-
“Oh my Stars,” he gasped out, low and unheard by the pounding music. The man was simply exquisite.
“Because you tricked me, you bastard!” Adi mock glared at the other male. He had been told when coming to this end of the city that there was a charity project in the works and the organization managers would be meeting them at a restaurant. The restaurant had apparently turned into a nightclub and his charity project was no where to be found.
“I tricked you for your own good,” Ren said, his voice serious for once. “You’re 36 now, Adi, and without a mate. You don’t go out unless it’s for a good cause or a good sport and you haven’t gotten laid in three years. You need some stress relief my friend and this place is the perfect assistant for that.”
Adi shook his head and sighed, “I don’t need to have sex with random strangers or anyone for that matter.”
“You’re lonely.”
“I’m fine. Just because I don’t have a mate our there for me doesn’t mean I’m lonely all the time.”
Ren scowled at his friend, “You are bringing your happy ass in here and that’s that.”
Adi frowned at the man’s language but gave in and followed the man in to the club, the bright neon flashers hurt his eyes and the musty smell around him had him wrinkling his nose. He knew that smell and because of that smell he knew what was offered in this place. Sex. Just what he needed a trip to a club turned brothel. He didn’t say anything though; who was he to judge another person? No one, just because his standards kept him above places like this most days did not make him any more judgmental of someone who would enjoy this sort of life.
Making their way up to the bar, Ren ordered them both shots with a beverage to chase it down with and insisted they take it to the head to start them out right. Adi did as he was told but 36 years past had him with a strong tolerance for alcohol that his 27-year-old friend just didn’t understand. Still, the man kept up the constant shots and the only thing Adi felt then was the urge to pee.
“I’ll be back in a sec,” he told the man and headed to the restroom, his stay was brief and awkward having to weave around the writhing bodies not only on the dance floor but also in the rest room of whom were fucking for all they were worth. Stepping back outside from the restroom he was forced to once again wade through the crowd only this time he was not so lucky as to be left alone.
A group of young bearers grabbed him and seemed to move him with them as they danced across the floor and up on him. When he finally managed to break free he was right up against one of the dance cages and-
“Oh my Stars,” he gasped out, low and unheard by the pounding music. The man was simply exquisite.
