Rocking Toby

Thank you for reviewing livdfire (someone will have to :D), Castris and Lisa.  I'd really like a Beta if anyone is available, because the spell check on open office is really dodgy.  Thanks for pointing out that it changed the capital letters on some things Lisa :D.  If anyone is available I'd be grateful.  Got chapter 3 and 4 written but am not really happy yet, may have to rewrite. Hugs to all my readers.

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The thumping steady beats of the music pulsed through Ethan’s bones, neon lights streaking in and out of his line of vision as he and Mark struggled through the crowds and into the sweating bodies that had collected in Neon.

Bodies ground and moulded together in a mixture of dance and a preview of the horizontal tango performed in relative privacy. Ethan looked to Mark, who had bought a beer and was trying to look like he wasn't completely out of his element. Ethan scanned the busy club and smirked as he saw a gorgeous looking boy dancing with an equally nice looking partner. Mmhh…what he wouldn’t give to be sandwiched in between those hot muscular bodies, the pulse of the music vibrating through him as those hard bodies pushed up to his and hands fumbled to touch.

He caught Mark’s eye and nodded in the direction of the two hotties. Mark smiled and rolled his eyes as Ethan pushed his way through the sweaty bodies, enjoying the occasional grope of a firm leather clad bottom. He made his way over to the two men dancing and casually pushed himself between them, putting his hands on the smaller man’s hips and pulling his body closer to his.

Startled blue eyes stared at him then over his shoulder to his previous dance partner who must have given the okay because the gorgeous specimen in front of him smiled deviously and started to undulate his lithe body against Ethan’s in a thoroughly stimulating manner. Ethan groaned.

He danced with the couple for no more than twenty minutes, and then decided he’d had enough. He kissed them both adding plenty of tongue and had a quick grope of the more than ample package that’d been pressed against his ass and squeezed his way towards the bar. He ordered a coke and rum, and leaned against the counter casually sipping at his drink.

He spotted Mark awkwardly perched on a bar stool further along and motioned for him to come over. Rolling his eyes again, Mark stood and walked over.

“Weren't you dance floor sex with those two guys a minute ago?” Ethan shrugged.

“It's called dancing my clueless friend and they got boring. It's all the same in these clubs, skinny men looking for a shag. I need something a bit more...I dunno.”

Mark sighed at his friends antics, there was never any pleasing some people. Mark scanned the crowd, hoping to find someone that would catch his friend's eye so he could get the hell out of the there and get back to his wife.

“Why don't we call it a night?” Ethan's eyebrows rose to his hairline.

“A night mate? Aint gonna 'appen. Only like 11, we're gonna party all night long.”

“Well then go hump that couple of the dance floor again.” Ethan didn't even deign to give that an answer. He let his eyes roam around the club and landed on two guys who were seated at one of the booth on the other side. That's what made Neon special, it was a club and bar all in one. A large dance floor took up most of the left side of Neon, only the little bar that Ethan and Mark were sat at offered drinks. On the right side a few tables and booths had been places so that people could sit and drink, a larger bar offered the biggest selection and variation of drinks then any other in the town. The two guys weren't dressed like the typical club goers so Ethan was about to drop his interest when one of them rose and moved onto the dance floor. He was blonde, with a lithe small body clad in ripped jeans and a black t-shirt. When he started dancing, Ethan couldn't unglue his eyes.

If it was true that good dancers were also good at sex, then that male specimen would be a god, not as good as Ethan himself but a god none the less. Ethan was just about to go on the prowl when the song ended and the blonde moved back to the both where his friend...Ethan hoped it wasn't a boyfriend, it was always hard to get people into bed for a one night stand who were dating. He watched a man walk over to them, who could have been in a bad BDSM film. He was dressed all in leather (or latex, Ethan couldn't tell from where he was sat). He wedged himself in next to the blonde man and seemed to have bought him a drink. Ethan shook his head.

He never went for cheap tricks like that. It wasn't the nineties any more. However he perked up when the guy got up and took the blonde onto the dance floor with him. This would be his opportunity to get in there and wangle him away from leather dude. After all he was by far the better choice if the blondy wanted to get laid.

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Toby dropped back into his seat. He was feeling elated, dancing always did that to him. He loved the feeling of the pulse of the music moving through his body, it was like drumming, but with his entire body.

“You should have joined me Max.” The blue haired bassist gave him a shy smile and shook his head. He was still clutching the glass of coke that he had ordered around 3 hours ago. Luckily for them, Toby was drinking enough so they wouldn't have to give up the booth to better paying customers. He was definitely feeling the pleasant buzz of the alcohol flowing through his system.

“No thanks Tobes, you know I can only do the frog in a blender version of dancing. Are you sure you should be drinking so much?” Toby shrugged and finished off his vodka cherry. It was a bit of a girly drink, but then, some guy had send it over and paid for it, so Toby wasn't going to be fussy. A few minutes later a shot glass appeared before him and a guy wearing all leather slid into the seat next to him.

“Hello gorgeous. Saw you dancing, why don't you take a swig and then we can heat up the floor together?” Toby smiled, the guy wasn't his usual type for a dance but then he wasn't looking for a date before they started touring and since Max didn't want to join him, what was the harm. He grabbed the shot and downed it, coughing when the sambuca burned its way down his throat.

“Let's go.” Toby stood, feeling himself sway slightly. Max put a hand on his arm and gave him a concerned look.

“Are you ok Tobes?”

“Yeah Max, I'm fine. Just stood up too quickly.” He batted the hand away and followed the guy onto the crowded dance floor. Toby let himself be dragged into the crowd until he couldn't see Max or their table any more. The guy pulled him snugly against his body and started undulating to the rhythm of the music. Toby's head started feeling slightly fuzzy and he blinked his eyes rapidly, trying to clear his vision.

“Hush gorgeous, don't fight it, just relax.” Somewhere in his cotton wool brain, Toby realised that there must have been something in his shot. He placed a hand ineffectively against the other man's torso, but he might have been trying to push away a mountain, he had so little strength. Slowly the noise in the club started fading and just became a buzz in his ear as his vision narrowed to seeing his hand on the other man's chest. He felt himself stop dancing and his legs give out, but he was being held up. Somewhere in his brain a voice was screaming at him that he needed to get away, that if he didn't he would be raped and then left somewhere, hopefully where he wouldn't die of hypothermia because it was February.

But the part of him that was still conscious was like a mad man in a padded room, screaming and beating against walls but not being taken notice of by any active mind. Slowly he felt even that part of him start to slip, dulling as his still sane side lay down to have a nice long rest in that padded room that it had been locked in and then he blacked out.