Dakota

3.

Connor worked at one of the largest steel factories of the country. He drove a crane, lifting scrap metal and dumping it on a huge conveyor belt. Sometimes he got to crush cars. He loved that work. The whole week, he listened to punk music on his MP3 player, and he sang along as he swiftly dumped heaps of scrap. He’d never worked so quickly and easily. He felt marvellous. He blamed the music, but if he were honest, he knew that wasn’t it. His wings were due to blue eyes and blond hair, and a young, slender body. Dakota was constantly on his mind.

“What are you up to this weekend, Con?”

“Concert,” Connor replied. He had showered, and dressed up in his usual outrageous clothes. Red pants this time, and boots with the British flag painted on the toes. He would have a snack on his way to the club. “London Punk,” he explained, as if the man would know what he was talking about. “And you?”

The man shrugged, and had nothing to tell. Connor mock saluted and left the factory, taking the bus to London and there his bicycle to drive to the centre of the city.

There would be several bands playing, that night. One of them was the band of Dakota’s brother. He wondered if the boy would be at the club as well. He was looking forward to see him. Maybe they could enjoy the music together... Wouldn’t it be great to move on the beat with the boy close against him?

Connor met the usual people outside, and they had a beer near the cloak stand before they went in the dance hall.

“Where were you, last week?” one of the guys asked Connor. “You were suddenly gone. We’ve gone to some nightclubs and got really pissed. I can barely remember what I’ve done. How ‘bout you?”

“Went home with a cutie and fucked him,” Conner grinned in his plastic beaker. “I hope to do it again this weekend. I remember every minute... Much better than getting pissed.”

“Gods, you and men... What is it with you? Nothing can beat a wet pussy. Surely you will agree.”

Connor pulled a face, staring at his friend. “Actually, I totally disagree. Sorry, bud. I’ll never stick my rod in a pussy. Soft curves don’t appeal to me. Each their own, eh?” He took the earplugs and pushed them in, winking before he turned away. He couldn’t hear the others talk now, but he knew they were commenting. They never understood him. He didn’t care. Pulling his top off, he worked his way all the way to the stage, and took a good place near the middle. The first band had already begun. He would soon lose himself on the beat.

A good hour later, the second band climbed on the stage. The crowd took the opportunity to have a break, getting beer and a smoke outside. Connor made his way to the bar. He groaned. Too many people... By the time he would get hold of a beer, the band would start playing again. He looked up when he felt something cold against his upper arm. “Kota!” And beer...

Dakota pointed at an ear and mimed something. “You and your earplugs,” he laughed when Connor pulled them out. “Come to the back.” He beckoned, and walked through a narrow corridor next to the floor. “We have beer. My brother just went up stage, so let’s hurry or you’ll miss his gig.”

“Mm... Can’t we look at them from backstage?”

“Sure... That’s how I always do it. But I thought you liked to bounce around?”

“I’d rather hump you,” Connor grinned. He looped an arm around Dakota’s waist, and tugged him up. “Hello cutie... I’ve been thinking about you.”

Dakota’s grin couldn’t be any wider. He quickly put the beer down, and wrapped his arms around Connor’s neck. His hands were cold, but his face was hot when he kissed him. “You chose the wrong evening,” he murmured when they finished the kiss.

“I did? I don’t think so. Every evening is perfect, as long as I can be with you.”

Shyly, Dakota bit his lower lip. “No, it isn’t. I mean there are several bands playing tonight. We won’t be alone, backstage.” As the band began to jam, he had to raise his voice. “Do you want to look at them?”

Connor seemed to give it some thought. He looked at the pretty face, enjoying the smooth, peachy skin and innocent blue eyes, and pressed another kiss on the luscious lips. “Not particularly. Want to go home with me?”

Dakota gasped. “Yeah,” he said delightedly. “Are you going to be with me the whole weekend?”

“Do you think you’re up to that?”

“Heh. Are you, old man?” He giggled when Connor pinched him, a cute, innocent sound. He moaned as they kissed. “I’ve been thinking about you too,” he said, barely audible above the music. “Every time I thought about you, I felt all funny. What does that mean, you think?”

“Hm...” Connor knew perfectly well what it meant, and he had mixed feelings about it. Of course it made him proud. But on the other hand, he felt guilty. Dakota was way too young and innocent for him... Pride won. “It means you feel the same as me,” he whispered close to his ear, tensing his arms around him. “It means you should come with me, and enjoy yourself.”

Dakota rocked gently between his arms. “My brother said it meant I’m crazy...”

“Your brother?” Connor echoed, staring at him. “You talked about us? Gods,” he groaned. “What else did he say?”

“Not much,” Dakota shrugged. “He was stoned and jamming. I didn’t say much more, either. The bassist was with him. I didn’t want to talk to him about you.”

“The bassist? Is that the guy who fucked you?”

“Yeah. I don’t know if he remembers any of it. I’m not fussed. I’ve got you, don’t I?”

“Yes...” Connor let him go, and caressed his hair. “You’ve got me. Let’s go away. I don’t think I want to face your brother now.” If he showed up with Dakota on his side, the man would draw conclusions. He didn’t want to be humiliated in public, really.

*

Their departure didn’t go by unnoticed. On stage, the singer lost his lyrics for a few seconds as he saw the tall blonde making his way through the crowd at the side and back, tugging the much smaller blonde with him. Someone was taking away his brother. Gary was not amused.

It was the shortest gig ever. As soon as politely possible, Gary ran off.

“Gary! What the fuck, man… We have three more songs to play!”

“No we haven’t,” Gary responded. He dried his face and armpits with a towel, and pulled on his top and jacket. He glanced at the clock; almost an hour had passed. “Come with me.”

The bassist, listening to the name Joe, had no other choice than to follow his lead-singer. “Oi, oi! I can walk by myself! Stop yanking at my arm, you moron…” Outside, he grabbed Gary’s collar, stopping him, and scowling at him. “What the fuck has come over you? I’m not going to move unless you tell me what’s going on.”

Gary shrugged the hand away, and rummaged in a pocket until he found his ultra-modern smart phone. He searched for something for a moment.

Joe looked at it with a disgusted expression. “What the fuck is that?”

“A cell phone.”

“What would you want a cell phone for?”

For a moment, Gary stared at Joe, opening his mouth to correct the sentence. He shook his head instead of making a remark, as his phone buzzed in his hand. “It has a GPS system,” he explained. “I can find my baby-brother with it, wherever he is.” Unless he had forgotten to take his phone with him, of course. This time, he hadn’t forgotten it. Gary looked at the small screen as if he wanted to crush it. “He’s not at home.”

“Who? Kota? So what? He’s a big boy…” Joe shrugged, losing interest. “I’m going back. I need a smoke.”

“Stay.” Gary grabbed Joe’s jacket. “This way. It’s not that far.”

Joe followed Gary, only because he didn’t have access to the grass without the singer. Gary constantly checked his phone. They walked to an old building, as old as the place where Gary and his brother lived. “It’s here,” he growled, looking up.

“What’s here?” Joe still had no clue what Gary was doing. He leaned against the wall, patting his pockets in the hope to find a pack of fags or a stub of grass. Anything would do.

“Dakota,” Gary said. “My little brother is here! Dammit, man… Don’t you know anything? Help me opening this fucking door.”

Joe sighed, pushing away from the wall. He bent to the lock, and stuck out a finger. He pushed. The door swung inside. “Access granted,” he smirked. “Gary… Maybe you should leave your brother alone. Like I said, he’s a big boy now…”

“He’s a baby!” Gary snapped. “Come on. He has to be somewhere.”

“There’s hundreds of doors! He could be anywhere!”

Gary looked up. “I see two doors on either floor, and three floors. Stop overreacting and help me find the right apartment, idiot…”

“Who’s overreacting?” Joe mumbled, but he followed anyway. He didn’t want Gary to smack him. They each took a door, knocking until one opened, and Gary asked if they knew a blond guy with outrageous punk-clothes. They did. They were directed to the top floor.

*

Dakota had dressed up in the only dress-shirt Connor had in his closet. It was way too large, covering his hands and bum. He wasn’t wearing anything else. Connor, wearing nothing but shorts, couldn’t keep his eyes off of him. Nor his hands. They were sitting in the large sofa, Kota between Connor’s legs, both hard and horny.

Connor licked and kissed the side of Dakota’s neck. He kept his hands above the shirt, but his fingers were rubbing the sparse pubes through the thin cloth. Dakota seemed to enjoy himself. He smiled and kept his eyes closed, breathing slowly. He had one hand up and behind Connor’s head, caressing his hair.

The loud knock on the door disturbed the peaceful moment. “What the fuck…”

Dakota made a disappointed sound, and pouted. “Shoo them away,” he pleaded. “I was having fun…”

Another knock got Connor in motion. He gently pushed Dakota aside, and jumped up. Muttering under his breath, he legged to his door, and looked through the spy hole. “It’s your brother…”

“What?” Dakota ran into the hall, just as Connor opened the door. He cried out when the man got a blow of a fist, full on his nose. “Gary! Are you mad?!”

Connor sank on the floor, holding his bleeding nose. He cussed, muffled behind his hands. Dakota knelt next to him, wrapping his arms around him. “What the hell was that?” he asked, scowling at his brother. “Why did you do that?”

“You,” Gary pointed, trembling. He closed the door a bit, so Joe wouldn’t see his half-naked brother. “Get dressed and come with me.”

“No!” Instead of obeying, Dakota got up. He smacked his brother’s shoulder –totally ineffective– and ran to the kitchen to wet a towel for Connor. When he came back, he gave Gary a kick against an ankle.

It didn’t hurt, of course, but Gary pouted as if it was him bleeding on the floor. He looked at how Dakota took care of the tall stranger, carefully cleaning the face. “Now you’re even uglier,” he said nastily.

Dakota looked up. His blue eyes shot fire. “Connor is not ugly,” he growled. “He’s very handsome, and you shouldn’t have smacked him like that.”

“Why the hell did you hit me?” Connor asked, getting up on his feet. He leaned against the wall, looking at Gary above the towel. He blew his nose, carefully, and cleaned the blood off. It wasn’t that bad, luckily. His nose wasn’t broken.

“You’re ravishing my baby-brother!” Gary yelled. “Look at him! He’s practically naked!”

“Yeah. He’s dead-sexy,” Connor grinned before he knew it. He could barely avoid the fist. “Baby, go to the kitchen,” he said to Dakota. “I think I have to have a talk with your brother. Gary, right? My name is Connor. Pleased to meet ya and all.”

“Screw that! You took his virginity!”

“Me?” Connor blinked, smirking. “No… I’m taking his innocence, yes. But he lost his virginity to that guy out in the hall, way before he met me.”

“…Huh?” Gary slowly turned his head towards the half-closed door. “Joey?” he asked, taking a step backwards. “Joe, my bassist, took Kota’s virginity? Are you sure?”

“Very sure. Kota told me so. He was drunk and stoned, your bassist, and he fucked him. He used rubbers. So… I guess you hit the wrong guy.”

“Don’t think you get away with this so easily,” Gary growled, pointing a warning finger at Connor. “You’re still taking advantage of my baby-brother.”

“Oh, for fuck sake,” Connor snorted, rolling his eyes. “He knows what he wants, believe me. And I’m merely giving it to him. Talk with him later. He’s with me the whole weekend.”

“I may drop by… Better beware.”

“Yeah, whatever. Now get hold of the right guy and leave us alone. Give a call before you drop by. We’ll make coffee.”

Gary slowly left the apartment, still pointing his warning finger. But then he turned, and ran after his bassist. The man had vanished as soon as he had heard his name.

Connor closed the door, and locked it securely. “He’s protective, isn’t he…?”

“Yeah. A bit too much, I’m afraid. He thinks I’m his responsibility… Dad died when I was a baby and mum’s always drunk, so… Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” Connor assured him. “But you better kiss me carefully for a while. How are you coping? Ow…”

Dakota pressed a very tender kiss on the bruises, and smiled at him. “I felt really cold when Gary smacked you… but I feel fine now. I’m still here with you.”

“Damn right you’re still here with me,” Connor smiled back. “And you’re looking dead-sexy. Shall we go back to the sofa? I feel like cuddling you. I also feel we should talk instead of fuck. I have a lot to learn about you.”

“I will tell you everything you want to know, as long as you promise to fuck me later.”

“Promise,” Connor winked at him. He lifted him up on his hips. “Mm… I feel a naked bum…”

Giggling, Dakota let him carry him back to the lounge. He crawled against him on the sofa, and sighed pleased. He would tell Connor everything he wanted to know about him, as long as it meant he could stay.

Outside, on the street, Gary looked up to the apartment he had just left. He was wiping his hands. His knuckles were bruised, and the alley next to the building was quiet now. He would have to look for another bassist.
Again, he lifted a finger. “You better watch it, buddy,” he murmured. “One tear from my baby-brother and you’re dead. You will be dead,” he added quietly, as he started to walk home. “I will fucking kill you if you break his heart.”