Devil May Love

Just a little pressure… Barely there. It only lasted for a second. Maybe Jullien didn't even feel it. But Gaibriel had. His mind wouldn't stay off it. He ended up having to feign a stomach ache at lunch to keep his father off his back about staring off into space and not eating. They drove home afterwards, his father talking to his mother about who in the church did and did not give tithes. Gaibriel watched the scenery fly by with unseeing eyes. The only thing he saw was blonde hair… and green eyes… and a white tank top stretched over a smooth warm chest…

Gaibriel felt a tingling in his lower stomach and physically shook his head in an attempt to discourage the thoughts. His mother looked back at him over her shoulder.

"Are you feeling okay," she asked.

Gaibriel nodded, thankful for the distraction. "Just a little nauseated. I'm fine. There is probably something going around at school."

His mother looked to his father, her eyebrows knotted with worry. Gaibriel couldn't tell if she was worried about him, or worried about what his father would do if she said what was on her mind. "Jared, I don't think he should go to school tomorrow if he's not feeling well."

His father glanced up in the rear view mirror at him. Gaibriel paled. His father looked back to the road. "We'll see in the morning."

Gaibriel and his mother both seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. The conversation about tithes continued.

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He had been staring at his laptop for twenty minutes and had written nothing. This was not boding well at all. Judy had said they would be hitting the club that night, since they hadn't been all weekend. He knew the real reason she wanted to go on Sundays was because Kitsune worked all night. He hadn't argued of course. With everything that had been going on, he needed a break and some release. As soon as he'd hung up the phone, he'd went directly to his room to get dressed.

In his closet, he pulled out a shirt that was all fishnet, except for the two inch thick leather strip across his stomach. After pulling on some thigh high fishnet stockings and garters, he slid into an unnaturally short leather mini-skirt. Topping the outfit off, he pulled on some knee length boots with spiked heels and gave his eyes and lips a smoky sensual color. When he'd finished, he'd plopped himself in front of the laptop waiting for Judy to come over. She was going to borrow her mother's car tonight.

Sighing, Jullien gave up and closed the laptop. There would be no work done tonight. If he didn't hurry up and bullshit something, he was screwed.

A horn blew twice outside and Jullien carefully made his way downstairs. He was an expert in spiked heels, but stairs always made for a challenge, no matter how good you were. Judy whistled at him before he even saw the car.

They arrived a few minutes before the club opened and began waiting in line. Judy tugged hard on Jullien's sleeve when Kitsune walked past them and went thru the employees entrance.

"Did you see what she was wearing," Judy gushed.

Jullien shook his head. He, of course, had seen but knew Judy wanted to talk about it. He didn't mind. It gave him a break from being the center of Judy's lust.

"She had on this little red tube top with a star in the middle! It barely covered all of her chest Jules! Oh, and they are so real! You can't fake that bounce… And she had on these hot baggy boy shorts. You know, the kind that stop about mid-calf? " Judy sighed. "I can't talk to her tonight…"

"Why not?"

"I wouldn't be able to form words through the drool!"

Jullien laughed and her seriousness. "You thought that about me too, remember? Just go talk to her when she takes a break." They both let the topic drop, as the doors to the club had finally opened and the line moved on inside. Once inside, they split ways, Judy heading straight to the bar where Kitsune would be and Jullien hitting the dance floor.

He was alone at first, his body moving in time to the hard fast beat of the music that drowned out even his thoughts. It was only a moment or two before he felt a body pressing up to him and then another at the back. He opened his eyes. In front of him was one of the Tarantino Twins. This one was Antonio. Jullien could tell by the long hair. Antonio was dark, tall and masculine. Jullien smiled. If he guessed correctly, Antonio's brother, Alonzo would be the one behind him. He dropped his head back, letting it fall on the shoulder of the man behind it. Dark brown, heavily lashed eyes looked back down at him. Yep, it was Alonzo. Jullien pushed his crotch forward into Antonio's thigh, at the same time, reaching back to grab Alonzo's ass and pull him forward.

As they danced, all three men grinding against each other, he debated on which one he would take home tonight. The Tarantino Twins were one of his favorite guys. Antonio especially. But Alonzo has a mouth to die for. Jullien smiled back at Alonzo, the tilted his head to one side, exposing his neck. Alonzo didn't need any more of an invitation. His lips descended on Jullien's neck immediately, kissing and sucking, his hands sliding around Jullien's waist to pull them closer. Jullien felt Antonio slide away from them, going to find other prey. Alonzo's mouth began getting fiercer, his teeth nipping and tugging on the sensitive areas behind Jullien's ear. Jullien couldn't help but moan, as Alonzo caressed the now reddened skin with his tongue.

He could feel his erection straining against the leather of his skirt. Alonzo's own erection rubbed against his ass as they danced. Jullien grabbed one on Alonzo's wrist and led his hand down to his erection. Alonzo's large, strong hand squeezed once, making Jullien's eyes close and began rubbing it. Jullien moaned, leaning his entire weight back against the firm body behind him. Alonzo kneaded and caressed his cock through the leather.

Suddenly, the hand disappeared. Jullien gasped as he was spun around. Alonzo's eyes were dark and his lids heavy with lust. His hand slid under Jullien's skirt, pushing it up to his waist. Jullien barely had time to gasp in shock before Alonzo's hand was dipping into the flimsy panties he wore and pulled his erection free.

"Alonzo, no!" Jullien tried to pull away, but Alonzo's strong arm was wrapped around his waist and held him in an immovable grip. "Alonzo!"

"Just be still," Alonzo whispered in his ear, his hand starting to slide up and down Jullien's erection. "No one will notice if you don't make a big deal about it."

Jullien tried to fight through the haze of lust and pleasure. He so did not want to be jerked off on a dance floor. But, God, Alonzo's hand was pulling at just the right speed with just the right grip. Jullien shook his head and began pushing on Alonzo's chest. "No. No, I don't want to do this. Alonzo, stop it!"

And just like that, Alonzo returned his erection to his underwear and pulled his skirt down. He nodded. "Ok, I'm sorry. I thought you would be the voyeuristic type."

Jullien shook his head. "No, I'm not." Alonzo had not released him yet and they had resumed dancing. They were equal in height and both of their trapped erections rubbed against each other as they danced. Jullien pushed his body hard against Alonzo. "But if you wanna take me home…" He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to.

Quick as lightning, Alonzo was leading him outside to his car. As they drove, Jullien teased Alonzo's thigh with soft massaging rubs. He thought Alonzo was going to burst a zipper by the time they finally got inside. For the sake of speed, Jullien decided to take the elevator. He didn't think Alonzo would be willing to walk up three flights of stairs.

Jullien had barely shut the door behind him before Alonzo was pulling off his clothes. They stumbled into Jullien's bedroom, fully naked by the time they hit the mattress. Alonzo pinned Jullien down, his talented lips moving slowly down Jullien's body. Jullien could feel his breath get faster and the other man's mouth got closer and closer. Alonzo wasted no time teasing, but wrapped his lips around Jullien's cock and began sucking hard and fast. Jullien's back arched up off the bed, his hand gripping onto Alonzo's short hair as the dark-haired man's head bobbed up and down on his cock. Jullien knew he wasn't going to last long under this condition.

"Ah… Alonzo… I can't… Nn… Stop…" Jullien had to force the words out of his throat.

Alonzo pulled his mouth off Jullien's cock and smiled up at him. "Good, huh?"

Jullien laughed. "Top drawer."

There was no need for explanation. Both of them had been in this situation before. Alonzo reached over, digging in the top drawer of Jullien's nightstand. He pulled up a bottle of lube and squeezed a generous amount in his hand. He rubbed it on his straining penis, his eyes closing as he inadvertently pleasured himself. Jullien grabbed Alonzo's shoulders and pulled him down. "Fuck me," he growled in Alonzo's ear. "Right now, no prep."

Alonzo looked like he had found heaven. Even though Jullien usually liked being top, he didn't mind bottoming to a forceful and sexy man like Alonzo. Grabbing his erection in one hand, Alonzo guided his slick penis to Jullien's hole. Jullien closed his eyes, relaxing his body and preparing for the initial pain. It didn't last long and it was only a few seconds before Jullien was pushing back to meet Alonzo's forceful and rapid thrusts. The rough pace set by Alonzo sent both men over the edge quickly. Alonzo reached around, grabbing Jullien's erection and pumping him until Jullien cried out, finally reaching his peak with a strangled moan. His muscles clamped down, and Alonzo's own orgasm followed immediately. The two men slumped on the bed, breathing heavily and trying to regain the ability to move.

'Gaibriel…' Jullien shook his head. This was definitely not the time to think about Gaibriel. Or his sweet, shy little kiss. Jullien smiled. Such a nice kiss… It was probably Gaibriel's first kiss. The thought made Jullien feel honored.

"So, uh…" Alonzo turned on his side, looking over at Jullien. "You want me to take you back to the club?"

'God, what am I thinking…' Jullien sat up and nodded. "Yeah, I have a friend there."

"Kay."

Jullien always liked this trait in the Tarantino Twins. Once they were done, they wrapped it up and moved on. No string attached and no awkward moments. Alonzo was already up and gathering his clothes, dressing as he found each piece. Jullien began doing the same. He ran a brush through his hair and dashed out the door and down the stairs. Alonzo was silent as he drove Jullien back to the club. When Jullien and Alonzo got out, Antonio and some blonde girl got in. Jullien smiled. Looked like Antonio was set on a blonde tonight.

Back inside, he had no trouble picking out Judy's bright pink and white clothes out of the darkness. She was in line for the DDR machines. She saw him and waved him over, grinning like a madwoman. "Alonzo this time, huh? Wow, I bet that was some hot sex."

Jullien laughed and blushed. "He does like it a little rough."

Judy nudged him with her elbow. "Yeah, I bet he's not the only one." She was clearly enjoying herself. "See, Jules, this is the way I like you. All bouncy and gay and sexual, not all focused on some kid."

Jullien rolled his eyes. "Did you talk to Kitsune yet," he asked, purposefully changing the subject.

It was her turn to roll her eyes. She gave him a triumphant smile and hopped up on the DDR machine. "Sorry, my turn!"

Jullien gave up for that night. He knew she wouldn't talk to Kitsune until she was good and ready. That never stopped him from bugging her about it, of course. He made his way to the bar, ordered a Cosmo and found an empty booth in the corner. It was dark, and well removed from the speakers near the dance floor. Glancing at the neon green clock on the wall, he made a note that it was already ten. He would have to be getting home soon, due to work tomorrow.

Work… It was on the way home from work that he first met Gaibriel. He wondered if Gaibriel had been attracted to him the first time that they met. He had certainly seemed like it. Jullien had honestly thought that Gaibriel was just amazed at seeing someone that dressed like him. He'd never thought it was more than that. Jullien dropped his head in his hands, realization hitting him.

He'd called Gaibriel to check up on him. That had probably made it look like he returned the boy's feelings. And in the bathroom, he had hugged him when they greeted. That probably made it a little worse. And then, when Gaibriel had tried to leave… Jullien dropped his head down on the table.

This was not good.

Jullien lifted his head up and sipped on his drink. He looked out to the dance floor at the moving, writhing bodies. Skin, leather, silk, and fishnet abounded. The sight would normally have been enough to lure Jullien out there in the middle of it. But it was the second realization that kept him rooted to his seat.

He kind of liked the idea of Gaibriel being interested in him. His mind would not immediately dismiss it, like he thought it should have. Judy obviously thought he should. But… he couldn't. Gaibriel really was a sweet heart. And since that first night, the brown-haired boy had practically been the only thing on his mind.

"I must be fucking insane," Jullien muttered to himself. 'Then again,' he thought silently, 'Gaibriel is seventeen. He's almost legal…'

The thought appalled him and Jullien downed his drink in one long gulp. He sounded like a pedophile. He knew he wasn't it. It wasn't Gaibriel's age that had attracted him. It really wasn't even his boyish good looks. True, Gaibriel was one of the hottest young boys he'd ever seen, but that had been merely an observation. It was Gaibriel himself that had attracted Jullien. His smile, his attitude, his amazement at the smallest things, and his tears. Jullien felt a tug at his heart strings just remembering how Gaibriel had flung himself in his arms and sobbed.

Jullien glanced at the clock. Only a few minutes had passed. Judy would want to part some more, but Jullien really didn't care. He'd just gotten an idea for his column. Squeezing out onto the dancefloor, Jullien eventually found Judy and motioned for her to follow him. She blew a kiss to the guy she was dancing with and followed him outside.

"Something wrong, Jules? You look worried…" The sweat on her forehead shone in the lamplight and neon signs.

No, I just need to get home. Got an idea for my article." He wouldn't say anything to set her off. She would ride his back if she had the slightest idea about his thoughts. He didn't want to deal with that right now. He didn't even really understand it all yet. There was no way he would be able to justify it to her.

She nodded and wiped her forehead and neck. "Ok, sure. But you owe me a dance next time!" She smiled and reached behind him, pinching his bum through the leather skirt. Jullien forced a smile and laugh.

When he'd finally been dropped off and got in the door after a quick hello to Mr. Brown, he sat immediately at his computer. Opening the word processor, he typed out his title.

"Is Age Really an Issue?"

His fingers flew over the keyboard and he lost all sense of time. Finally, at eleven, he closed to laptop and made his way to bed.