What a Pain

Chapter Two

The heavy thumping of music rattled my bones as I squeezed through the many half naked sweaty bodies grinding to the beat in the overcrowded club called “George’s”. We’d managed to secure a small table in the far corner of the club. Some guy knocked into me, making me spill beer down my top. Ah great, beer stains. I shot the skinny brat a dirty look.

During the course of the night I’d managed to strike up a hugely intellectual conversation with Awan consisting of:

“So you’re American, wow, which part are you from?” I’d felt the warm heat of a blush making its way up my neck when he’d focused his attention on my face.

“I grew up on a reservation in South Dakota, but moved to New York, because it has more opportunities for designers,” he replied.

I pretended to know where South Dakota was; geography was not my strong point. Gosh he was handsome! I couldn’t seem to string together a coherent thought whilst he looked at me with his gorgeous eyes.

“Wow, that’s really interesting. I’m into design as well, been working for this company for a couple of years, the boss is a bit of a twat, but hey what can you do?” I babbled on. Did I mention that I talked a lot when I got nervous? Well, I do. I just can’t seem to shut up, it‘s like verbal diarrhoea.

An awkward silence passed between us, the thumping of the music in the club drilling between us and his eyes burning into my skin.

Tony saved me from making an even bigger idiot out of myself. He came swaying over, with his usual confidence, his eyes alight with humour.

“So Awan, how do you like England so far?” he asked with a slight slur to his words; the amount of alcohol he’d consumed finally affecting his speech.

I really wasn’t paying that much attention to Awan’s answer… I just couldn’t stop staring at him. His lips seemed to be moving in slow motion as he answered Tony’s question. The dingy light in the club still managed to highlight his strong features and the tight dark blue button down he was wearing, which showed his amazing chest to full potential. It should be illegal to look so hot.

“..Don’t ya think Jos?” Tony questioned with a smirk on his face. Ugh he may be my best buddy but I have the distinct urge to poke him with something sharp and pointy. He knew I wasn’t listening, I could tell by the look on his face. Crap, think fast, I must not make myself look like an idiot in front of Mr Gorgeous.

“Uhh, what now?” Mission officially accomplished- you’re a moron. The blush rose unbidden up my neck and heated my cheeks. Is it hot in here? Yeah that’s what it is, not embarrassment.

“I was just saying to Awan, how cool it is that you both come from the design field.”

Somehow I knew this was leading to something bad, “Yeah, really cool.”

“Soooo, if he ever needed any help getting into the business over here you could help him, right?” His eyes practically glinted. I just stared, trying to pick my jaw up from the floor. I can’t believe he just said that, is he trying to kill me?

Luckily I was saved when Awan interrupted his oh so amazing scheme.

“I already have a job over here. I start on Monday; it’s for a good cause. I’ve always loved kids, they’re so full of life and I want to make sure that if they have to go in for medical checkups, that they’re visually stimulated and don’t get bored.”

Monday, this should ring a bell; I know something important is happening then. I think the alcohol is finally setting in. Five bottles of beer will get me nicely hammered and has done a couple of times. Waking up in a stranger’s bed thinking ‘How the fuck did I get here?’ has happened plenty in my lifetime.

Tony had an intent look on his face to show he was listening.

“Tony!” A voice shouted from amongst the crowd. His head shot in the direction of the voice, as I casually turned my head to see who’d called him. A small blonde struggled his way through the sea of people. He bounded over to our table, eyes sparkling with delight. “I finally found you! I knew you’d be here!” he exclaimed.

I raised an eyebrow. He was kinda cute, dressed in dark brown ¾ length khaki’s and a black t-shirt. He had the distinct surfer look about him. Messy blonde hair made him look adorable. I shot a questioning look in Tony’s direction. He had a slight frown on his face. The boy’s smile dropped a bit.

“I’m Andy, the guy you knocked over on the street. You said to meet here.” He looked slightly nervous now, almost hopping from one foot to another. Recognition finally dawned on Tony’s face, the name and incident making its way through his inebriated mind.

“Andy! Glad you could come! Wanna sit and have a few with us?” Tony stood up and dragged an empty chair from one of the unused tables. Most of the people in the club were too squashed onto the dance floor to care about us stealing an extra chair.

Andy’s smile returned to his face and he nodded, glancing a nervous look in mine and Awan’s direction as he took his seat next to Tony.

“So Andy, what is it you do?” I asked, trying to make to poor bugger feel a bit more comfortable, he looked like he was ready to bolt, eyes shifting between me and Awan. He shifted in his chair, squirming a bit when Tony casually put his arm around his shoulders.

“I work in advertising, mainly doing surveys and stuff, to figure out the best means of attack for a new product,” A light blush made its way across his cheeks, man he’s so adorable. If Tony thought about corrupting him I’d beat him.

Tony was nuzzling into Andy’s neck, pressing light kisses just below his ear. The red colour on his face increased. Awan took pity on the guy and turned to me asking:

“Wanna dance?” His deep voice hit my ears and made me wanna do naughty things to him. He should come with a public health warning. I swallowed, to try and get rid of the dryness that seemed to have settled in my throat.

“Uh...I don’t dance too well,” I managed to spit out. But he paid no attention to my answer and grabbed my hand pulling me onto the crowded dance floor. He put his hands on my hips and I kind of stood there not knowing what to do until he finally grabbed my arms and wound them around his neck. I had to stretch most of my body upwards to be able to reach; he was quite a bit taller than my 5’7” frame.

Boy could he dance. We were grinding to the beat of a fast club mix; his hands had slipped lower until they were almost touching my butt. We were both covered in sweat. I couldn’t stop staring into his eyes and from the close up I was getting I could see that they had a touch of green around the iris. He smelt so good, like pine and sweat and something more primal...more Awan. It turned me on so bad, I was sure he could feel my erection straining against my jeans.

He suddenly grabbed my butt and pulled me towards him, I groaned. I could feel his erection against mine as I clung to his body, still moving to the erotically charged beat that he set. He bent down, his warm breath brushing over my ear, making me shiver.

“Wanna catch a cab and go back to yours?” he spoke into my ear, his lips touching the shell of it, making me want to melt on the spot. I pulled back a bit to look into his eyes; they were staring intently at me.

How could I resist?

A/N- Another huge thanks to my beta Jennie!

Kryst Sutures- Thank you! I'm glad you like José's humour, he's kind of sarcastic!

IBP- Yah late July sounds like a good time to get married. BTW, you should get me the ring, you proposed =P
Anyway there might be some more with Mr Jared...you never know where my muse will take me.

KD- Wahey welcome to the madness of my stories...it's odd usually it's me reviewing you! And yes my beta picked up on that too, she thinks it's kind of funny.

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