Motorbike

After another two days of torture in hell – aka, whatever-the-fuck the school’s name was – Alex finally, finally was free. As he raced down the stairs to his sister’s limo – a confectionary sugar white with pale green trim, and definitely one of the better looking ones in his opinion – he mentally congratulated himself on surviving another twelve hours of the red-head’s constant attention. Her name – as he’d eventually discovered, and sadly, remembered – was Lenna. Her hangers on still had no permanent names in his head. They remained One, Two and occasionally, Three when she bothered showing up.



“I can’t believe I just went through another whole day with those freaks,” he growled to Ni after she let him into the limo.



She laughed, much to his annoyance.



“Just wait,” he muttered. “Someday, I’ll sick attractive straight men on you and you’ll have to figure out how to dodge their attention when stuck in a building for six hours with them in close proximity.”



“A fate worse than death,” Ni admitted after careful consideration. Then, “Are you all packed?”



“Are you kidding? I packed the moment I got home two days ago. I can’t wait to get out of this dump.”



“Be fair – it’s one of the better quarters of the rural country place these people call home.”



Alex snorted. “Give me slums and gutter trash any day over all this clean, fresh air. I frickin’ miss the smog, and I never thought I’d say that.”



“I wouldn’t go so far as to say that,” Ni commented, taking a different route down the streets than she took to take him home. “I do miss it, though,” she added when Alex made a fake choking noise in the back of his throat.



“So, ready for an adventure?”



“Hell yeah!”



XXXXX



The city district was all he thought it would be. The stale smell of sweat and urine, the odor of trash and the sickly sweet scent of old vomit and food stores blended together, creating the one unique ‘city’ tang.



Ni hadn’t been kidding when she’d said she’d leave him to his own devices after getting there. She dropped him off, almost literally on a street corner, with no directions, only promising to meet him in the same location in two days. Some people would have wondered how responsible that was, but Alex didn’t. He knew his sister wouldn’t drop him off in a knock-off district. If she thought it was safe enough for him to hang here, then it was. All he had to do was find some action. Easy enough.



He set off, strolling casually down the street, his school bag hooked over one arm. He still had the too-prissy clothing required to attend the prep school, but inside his bag he’d brought some of his more comfortable clothing. Now all he needed was a suitable changing place.



Anywhere, really. A bathroom would be nicest, but if he found a back alleyway first, then let hell hang loose!



As it turned out, he did find a bathroom, and he changed quickly. The tight leather pants were well complimented by the silver studded belt that went through two loops, placed to offset his slim hips and accent the pants themselves, rather than to actually hold them up.



A black and dark, forest green top, strategically ripped topped it off. No hat – the district wasn’t exactly open enough for a hat, he’d decided.



Changed to his liking, Alex felt he was ready to go have it out on the town. Despite the fact that it was barely four thirty in the afternoon, he figured the best place to attack would be some kind of bar. That sort of place would have the most people with the fewest inhibitions. Exactly what he was searching for.



Wandering down the streets didn’t bring him any closer to the destination he was seeking, but it did give him a good look at all the different establishments that were run in these parts. A few adult movie shops glimmered with their neon lights, turned on even at this early hour.



Sagging signs proclaimed XXX rated movie theatres, and a couple of scantily clad young women beckoned to him. He ignored them in favor of a promising looking, only slightly run down bar. The darkness inside stood in stark contrast to the warm light still outside. It took his eyes a moment to adjust to flickering, faded out neon lights inside that served as the primary illumination.



A few ceiling lights helped to keep the shadows at bay, but they were downcast in illumination. He wandered in, making sure to stay away from the darker corners. He was confident of his ability to keep himself out of a messy situation, but just because he was capable didn’t mean he needed to go borrowing trouble. Instead, Alex lurked around the bar until he caught one of the bartenders giving him a slight look of disapproval.



Nah, it’s too early in the day to be drinking anything, especially alcohol.



He gave a curt nod to the bartender, smiling a bit when the other’s eyes widened. Then he pushed away from the bar itself and continued into one of the farther back rooms where he could hear music pulsing away loudly in bass tones.



The dance floor was illuminated better than the bar, lit with bright stage lights that flashed in strobe mode, making everyone appear to be moving in slow motion to the music. No live band, but he hadn’t expected one. At an establishment like this, even having a decent DJ was a bonus.



Alex filtered down to the dance floor, not looking for a partner with anyone in particular, but letting his body fit to the music, and caress it like it deserved to be. Move with the music, the tempo, the beat. He started to get really into it, swaying back and forth, shifting weight from foot to foot and then there were a set of hands on his waist, pulling him back a little bit.



He didn’t fight them, just let the hands guide his movements backwards until he was grinding with the owner of the hands. Unmistakably another guy.



At least it’s the right gender, he thought to himself with a slight smile.



The music faded into something a little slower, more seductive. He trailed his own hands above his head and wrapped them gently around the neck of whoever it was he was dancing with. His fingers twisted in medium length hair, impossible to tell the color in the dark, and even more impossible to tell what the face really looked like.



The hands though, he could read them like an open book as they skillfully guided his hips in a rocking imitation of lustful sex.



One of the hands snaked around his waist, pulling him back slightly more, unresisting so he was leaning against the other’s chest. Whatever he was wearing, it wasn’t nearly as open as the ripped fabric Alex inhabited. It felt like leather of some sort, smooth and cool despite the heated temperature of the room.



When the set was over, Alex paused, breaking the movements of their dancing and backed off a little, trying to get a real look at his partner. Whoever it was stood slightly taller than him, and from what he could tell in the light, was dressed entirely in leather. Leather boots, leather pants, leather shirt. No leather jacket though, but that was probably only because it was too damn hot for a jacket inside.



“You dance well,” his partner commented, following his lead and abandoning the floor when more music began to pound out of the stereos.



“Thanks,” Alex called over the flood of bass. “You do too.”



He trailed back towards the bar, hoping that maybe he could beg a glass of water. Being underage still, he felt it wasn’t exactly a good idea to go mixing with adult drinks. Not that he would stay away from the actual adults, being as they were what he was here for… But no drinks. He didn’t need his senses befuddled in any way. Not that way, anyway.



“Do you want anything?” his partner asked, sitting down on one of the barstools. Alex could see his face a little better now. He wasn’t the hottest male Alex had ever seen, but he certainly wasn’t hideous either, and there was a certain feline grace to him. Not to mention he was a very provocative dancer if the little display he’d put on earlier was any indication. And Alex – well, he was all for provocative.



“Just a water.”



The other nodded and requested the water from the bartender, as well as a scotch on the rocks for himself. Alex watched with minor interest as the tender brought out both drinks, handing over the scotch with a warning look towards Alex.



He ignored it, reaching instead for the water. His partner’s hand wrapped around his just as he was about to pull it back towards himself. Alex looked up, meeting the man’s eyes.



“What?”



The man didn’t answer, just gave a suggestive look and jerked his head back in the direction of the dance floor. Alex nodded, and quickly downed the water. It had no ice in it and was a lukewarm, but it was still water and did much to replenish all the fluid he’d lost to sweat on the floor.



“Let’s go,” he said, nodding a thanks to the tender before walking purposefully back towards the muted darkness of the dance room. The strobe lights had ceased to work their magic, and there was a slow set playing.



Alex grimaced. The slow sets reminded him of lovers, and that was one thing he didn’t want to think about. Love. Of all the ugly, ungainly, stupid –



Hands around his waist pulled him back into the dance movements and he was rocking back and forth slowly, his own hands trailing up to twine around his partner’s neck. He looked up, just a tad, and his partner looked down the same minute fraction in reverse.



The slow song lasted for a few beats longer then morphed into a hot, aggressive song type. Alex felt a rush of adrenaline, born purely of dancing without inhibitions. His hips swayed, and he felt the complimenting movements on the part of his partner.



Let’s see if he knows this one.



Alex trembled slightly, leaning back a little bit. One of those questing hands came to rest along his thigh, stroking down it while the other brought an arm under him to keep him from falling.



When he came back up from the dip, he found his hips grinding against his partner’s, but this time, the hands weren’t guiding him. Instead, one arm was wrapped around his waist and the other around his shoulders in the front. Which meant, around his neck.



The soft, slightly husky voice of the man he was dancing with came through to his ear, even above the music.



“Do you really want to stay for the rest of the set?”



Short, quick breaths made their point. He wasn’t touching Alex, not that way, not yet, but in the suggestive tone rested the invitation the young man had been waiting for.



Instead of replying in words, he tilted his head back and slightly sideways, leaving his neck open to attack from a questing mouth. Fingers traced at his navel, and downwards slightly, stopping just north of the waistband of his pants. Which, since he wore them so low anyway, was hardly north at all.



XXXXX



The back rooms weren’t as terrible as Alex had assumed they would be. Actually, considering the state of the bar and the outside of the establishment, they could actually be considered quite nice. There weren’t any stained sheets, and the air didn’t smell like sex. It smelled slightly musty, maybe with a hint of alcohol and stale wine thrown in the mix, but other than that, there was no defining odor that categorized this place with the taint of a brothel.



Just the way Alex wanted it.



The lighting was perfect too. It wasn’t bright, not like outside had been when he’d first come in, but it wasn’t the pale, poor lighting of the bar or the random, high-voltage, short time energy blasts of the strobe light either.



He made the first move, because it just seemed like the right thing to do. He came forward, twining his arms around the other’s torso, tilting his face up, expecting some sort of kiss. Instead, that mouth attacked his neck, suckling furiously and surely leaving a mark that he’d have trouble explaining in three days to his Dad. But whatever. He’d worry about that later.



Alex reciprocated in kind, letting his own mouth wander across the other’s neck when he came up for air. There was the initial fumbling between them, each trying to both divest themselves and the other of clothing at the same time. Somehow – as always – they managed it and ended up sprawled on the bed, Alex under the slightly heavier-built dancer.



He arched up into him, a mad twinkle in his eye. His partner grinned at him, a feral look in his eyes. Again the mouth came down, this time to actually claim Alex’s lips in a dominating kiss. Their tongues tangled and fought.



Then the man pulled up, raising an eyebrow at Alex. “You’re not eighteen are you?”



Alex shrugged. “Two days,” he answered.



The man pulled back further, moving so his legs no longer straddled Alex. “Come back in two days then.”



“C’mon, it’s only two days,” Alex argued, glaring now.



“Come back in two days,” the man insisted, pulling apart the pieces of clothing on the floor that had become entangled. “I’ll take you then.”



Alex growled, pounding the bed with his fists. As if he wasn’t horny as hell now. “Fine, I’ll be back in two days then.”



The man was nearly dressed again. “Two days,” he agreed, smiling and then left, leaving Alex to get himself dressed.



Damn if that wasn’t the strangest encounter I’ve had in a while. A long while.



XXXXX



Alex shimmied into his own clothing at a much slower rate than the other man had. As if he hadn’t been really eager to pound me into the damn mattress, too, he growled in his head, picking up his shirt from off of the floor and pulling it over his head. How the hell did he know I wasn’t eighteen? I don’t look that young, and if he thought I wasn’t before, then why’d he take me in here anyway? Practical joke? Nah – he was just as ready for it as I was, I’d bet almost anything on it.



So, the million dollar question was, what had given away his underage status? Alex mused over the question as he put his boots on, tied them and wandered out of the room, feeling considerably less than fulfilled. Damnit, I still need to jack off



XXXXX.



It was dark outside when he finally left the club. He hadn’t been successful in snaring another partner, probably because the damn jerk had warned them off of him somehow. So, now he was stuck with just dancing, and maybe making occasional trips to the bar for a glass of water. He’d inquired wistfully after grape juice or any juice, because the water was heavy with minerals, but the tender just shot him a look and shoved a glass of water in his general direction, slopping part of it out onto the counter.



Regretful, Alex had drank it down and finally decided to abandon the place.



He hadn’t realized just how long he’d been inside. It hadn’t been overly bright when he first came in, but it was near pitch black now, even with the flickering street lights helping to illuminate the turf.



He needed to find someplace to spend the night. Someplace relatively sheltered, by preference. Not an alleyway. Maybe someone’s attic. He’d hoped that he could have gone home with someone he’d picked up in the club, but that ship had sailed the moment his dance partner had walked out on him. Alex growled to himself, slamming a hand against one of the dead light posts. It flickered briefly into life, then died again, the circuits too poorly constructed to continue shining. He frowned at it, hit the pole again for good measure and then started off down the street, wondering exactly what he was going to do with himself that night.



There were a few options. He could take the safe, scenic route and attempt to find his sister. He had a general idea of where Ni would be, and it wouldn’t be too difficult to contact her in an emergency. The whole ‘left out on my own’ look was just for feel – the two of them could and would find each other if there was a real need. But it was too twisted a route to take for casual purposes.



Second option was just sleeping on the streets. No way he was going to do that. First, it was going to be cold out and he hated the cold. Second, there were people who were interested in more than just the usual that wandered the streets at night. And third, he didn’t really want to end up smelling like garbage in the morning, especially if he planned on attempting to pick up another guy at a nightclub.



Third option was to just keep wandering. That one lacked appeal.



Fourth, and last, option, was to find another nightclub and attempt seduction of someone there. It wouldn’t be too hard under normal circumstances, but Alex wasn’t feeling all awake. He wondered if the bartender had put something in his drink or – something.



Feeling unaccountably drowsy, he stumbled towards a calm looking storefront, thinking about knocking and trying to fix his predicament that way. Instead, he tripped and three pairs of hands hauled him to his feet, excited voices buzzing around his head.