Mi Carino

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Well, it was eight and so far, no sign of Alenjandro. I was dressed in one of my favourite pairs of jeans. Black, faded, acid stained and skin hugging jeans. I looked around at the people gathered and spotted an alarming amount of guys wearing makeup. Maybe I should have asked Alenjandro what the dress code was for such a place. I had a navy dress shirt open to expose a mesh singlet top underneath. It showed off my one fetish I had… piercings. Both of my nipples and my naval were pierced. I also had earrings running up my left ear and my right wrist had a piercing too. I’m a junky for it. Several guys were running their eyes over me, but I wasn’t interested in them. Why should I be when delicate Alenjandro was meeting me here?

Oh holy fuck…

I stared in bemused wonder at the vision slinking out of the crowd and moving towards me.

Fuck is he beautiful.

He was in a skirt for gods sake and more beautiful than anyone in the club. His delicate legs encased in silver leather, fishnet exposing and covering his knees and thighs and then that tiny green skirt…

The skirt that nearly didn’t make it over his rounded butt. And the top, or the top that wasn’t there, god did he look gorgeous. That tattoo looked so wonderful against his creamy skin.

His face however, beat everything hands down. His delicate features were thrown into relief in the poor lighting in the club. His eyes shone out of all that black, silver and green. His lips were begging for a kiss with that wonderful silver and black effect. His hair, with the loose bits hovering around his chin made me want to wrap my fist in it and drag his face close for a kiss.

“Alenjandro?”

“Hello señor Wulfric. You look very nice tonight.” He stepped close enough that I could have yanked him close and kissed him. He laid a delicate hand that had black and silver nails on my forearm in a tender gesture.

“As do you mi cariño.” I smiled at the small smile that flitted across those painted lips.

“You know Spanish?”

“No… But I thought it suited you.”

“Do you know what it means Wulfric?” I smiled indulgently at him and pushed up off the bar where I was leaning.

“Yes, of course I do.” He was smiling impishly at me while his hips shifted in time to the music playing loudly around them.

~*~

He looked so big compared to everyone else in the Shadow Eden. But then again, this place was one of those for us that are the misfits of society. He looked so cool in his jeans and meshed top. The loose shirt made him overdressed for this place. But he was responding to my flirting. So maybe he is indeed interested in me.

“Want to dance with me?” I smiled up at him. Standing so close to him made the height difference very noticeable. It made me feel small and surprisingly for once I liked it.

“Well…” He seemed so unsure that I was curious as to whether or not he could dance.

“We don’t have to, we could get drinks instead I guess…” I was kinda disappointed at his reluctance to dance with me. I guess he just didn’t want to dance with a guy in a skirt. Then again, what self-respecting gay guy would dance with a guy in a skirt?

“You ok mi cariño?” How can he call me his darling when I’m a stupid boy in a skirt?

“I’ll be back in a minute.” I stepped back from him, gently trailing my fingers against his bare forearm before slipping into the crowd. He’d soon forget that he’d come here to meet a freak like me. I slipped into the toilets and slammed the door shut on one of the stalls. Once in the stall, I slammed the seat down and flung myself down onto the seat. Why did I dress like this? Why did I think someone like Wulfric would like someone like me in a skirt? How the hell could I ever consider even dating someone like him?

“Mi cariño? Alenjandro? Did anyone see a shortish guy with long black hair in a green skirt come this way? I’ve kinda lost him.” Wulfric’s voice echoed in the bathroom and I wondered how quickly he had followed me. It hadn’t taken him long to find me. Had he chased me through the crowds? If so, there must be a lot of pissed short people in the crowd.

“He’s in that stall.” One of the two boys that had been making out on the sink spoke to Wulfric. Damn, should have stopped and mentioned that I didn’t want to be found by him. But hiding was uppermost on my mind.

“Mi cariño, please Alenjandro, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing Wulfric. Please just leave me alone.” It was then that I felt a tug on one of my boots and I realised that one was sticking out from under the stall door.

“Then why, mi cariño, is your boot sticking out from under the door ne?”

“Just leave Wulfric.” I suppressed a sob, I didn’t want to cry. My makeup was back at home. Back then I thought I’d be having a good night and didn’t expect to cry. I’d only brought my lipsticks and lip liners. Damn it. I don’t want to cry! I don’t want to!

“Mi cariño, please come out of the stall. We can talk about whatever obviously has upset you. Talking through a toilet door is not the best way to have this kind of conversation.” Wulfric sounded rather calm and collected as opposed to my upset state. I gently righted myself, pulling my boot from his grasp and settled myself on the toilet seat; gingerly straightening my stay ups before standing to straighten my tiny skirt.

I felt so stupid.

How could I have considered that someone like Wulfric would be interested in a stupid boy like me in a skirt? I pulled the door open… the door that I hadn’t even shut properly. Had Wulfric tried, he could have shoved the door open.

“Ah mi cariño, come here.” Wulfric pulled me into a tight hug. I gave a soft laugh and sank into his arms, sniffling against his chest.

“What’s upset you mi cariño? What did I do?” Wulfric sounded so contrite. I smiled up at him as I stepped back.

“Come here, let’s fix your makeup.” I stepped around him and moved towards one of the bad mirrors. I could see the smudged eyeliner. I sighed and drew the lip liner out of my pocket and used it as a replacement for the eyeliner that was totally annihilated against Wulfric’s mesh top. My lipstick was also ruined.

Damn!

A good five minutes later, my lipstick was back to being perfect again. It was ruined within a minute of having it fixed, but this time, it was a better type of ruined.

It was better because of one simple reason.

Wulfric.

He had lifted me up and my legs were locked around his hips, arms around his neck. My fingers were threaded through his silken strands, burrowing for the warmth of his scalp.

Those lips were so soft, surprisingly soft against my own, lipstick smearing across both of our mouths. He was a very good kisser…

“Will you dance with me mi cariño?” Wulfric was smiling at me, his lips grey from the black and silver lipstick. I lifted a hand to tenderly wipe the lipstick from his mouth. He gently lifted me down, keeping his arms tight around me until the room settled down and stopped swaying under me.

“Of course Wulfric.” I felt a giant grin creep over my mouth. He actually wanted to dance with me. I grabbed his hand eagerly, dragging him out of the toilets. Once we got into the actual club, the flashing coloured lights, loud music and moving sweaty bodies made you want to dance.

And luckily, for once, I already had a dance partner. A very tall, handsome dance partner. I tugged him into the dancing mass, getting right into the midst of the writhing couples, turning to face him, one of my boots sliding between his parted calves. I let my body inch closer and closer to his. He was shifting slightly to the beat, he obviously was either a very poor dancer or he was nervous. I was hoping for nervous. I stepped in closer again, letting my thigh brush against his, one hand resting against his hips, pushing him along in time to the music. He was so stiff. His hands hung loose at his side, so I grabbed one and settled it around me to rest high on my back. He took my hint and the other hand dropped to curl over my buttocks. He loosened up then and really started to move.

Dancing took up a lot of the night. By midnight we were seated in a booth near the bar, me on his lap. I had my knees either side of his hips and my lips locked to his. One of his hands held tightly to the curve of my behind and the other was pressed hard between my shoulder blades, my hair wrapped around his fist. His tongue duelled mine passionately. We’d gotten to know one another a little better by this point. I knew he loved having his ears bitten and he knew that I liked being licked, anywhere.

“Perhaps we should go someplace quieter?” Wulfric’s voice was soft in my ear, his heated breath warming my skin.

“Not yet.” I didn’t want to leave. I knew I wouldn’t go home with him, so I had to enjoy as much as possible now before I went home to my cold and lonely bed.

“Why not? Coffee at my place?” His voice continued to warm my ear as I tenderly bit his earlobe. The reflexive jerk and groan from him made me aware of just how hard he was under his jeans. Sitting as I was in his lap, I could tell just how happy he was to see me. I wanted to go back to his place for coffee, but I knew I wouldn’t end up going home after coffee. I don’t sleep with guys on the first date.

“I’d better not.”

“I’ll give you a lift home then?”

“You’re sober enough for that?”

“I’ve only had one drink tonight. I’m perfectly sober mi cariño.”