Nail Polish Lust

There was that distinctive knock again. Dan shook soapsuds and dishwater off his hands and wiped them reasonably dry on his jeans before going to unlock the door, hurrying just a bit to get there before Trevor started trying to break the door down. He opened it and smiled briefly before turning to go back to the sink and finish the dishes, leaving the door wide open.

Trevor didn\'t warrant much more than that really, the kid had been coming over almost every other couple days lately. He heard the solid thump of the kid\'s stupid clunky black boots and the thud of the door shutting, the snick of the lock. The whispery thud of a bookbag hitting the floor by the door followed that even though its owner had obviously not just come from school, then the clack of keys being tossed on his kitchen counter. The hum of the fridge opening and closing, the hiss of a beer being opened.

It was all normal evening noises now, a domestic dance that they\'d perfected over the last two months, interspersed with uneasy silences when either of them wondered what the hell they were doing and spates of shallow conversations when they weren\'t. They both knew this wasn\'t exactly what they were supposed to be doing, who they were supposed to be with.

Trevor was supposed to be with some other seventeen-year-old kid figuring out the joys of sex. He was supposed to be with some late twenties woman wiping away the last traces of Denise, starting the slow progression into another marriage. Instead they were with each other.

And he for one was very happy with the situation, even if sometimes he did feel like a twisted old man preying on some young thing that didn\'t know any better. Those worries never held up once Trevor was back in his home, because Trevor was more than capable of getting himself out of most situations he didn\'t want to be in and it was pretty obvious he wanted to be here. Dan went out of his way to make sure he didn\'t force anything, the kid came when he wanted, left when he wanted, and did what he wanted for the most part. Besides Trevor would be leaving soon so what did it matter?

A gentle bump of hips and shoulders as Trevor leaned against the counter beside him, setting his beer to the side to start drying the dishes he was washing, \"What\'s this? Spring cleaning?\" Brown eyes, with the obligatory smudged black eyeliner and shadow around them, flickered to his own, dancing with amusement, then away to take in the 409 and Windex on the counter, the mop and bucket leaning in the corner, the pile of rags waiting to be used, \"You going to mop next?\"

Dan snorted, \"I was thinking you were going to mop next. You\'re the one that spilled beer on the damn floor yesterday.\"

Their eyes met and held, and for a moment he knew they were both remembering yesterday and why the beer got spilled. Both remembering writhing against one another on the kitchen floor what had started as play wrestling quickly turning into something more, something raw and hot. Clothing torn away to reveal bare skin, slipping and sliding against one another slick with sweat. An outflung arm struck the beer Trevor had set aside, knocking it over, but they were both too lost in one another to care.

Preparation was hurried; olive oil was dragged down off the counter to serve as lube, a condom fumbled from the drawer by the phone where they were kept. Bare skin slipped in the slowly widening puddle of beer, breath coming in harsh gasps as they moved together, Trevor\'s head thumping against the cabinets every time he thrust inside his sweet ass. The kid hadn\'t cared if he got a bump on his skull the size of an egg from it, just kept begging for more, harder, faster. And Dan had been more than happy to give it to him.

Trevor blinked and smiled slowly, \"Like you didn\'t help me spill it you bastard.\"

\"So? It was still your beer, and you were the one bitching about the dirt under the cabinets afterwards, so _you_ get to mop.\"

Trevor grumbled at him but quieted when he reached over and slid a damp hand under the kid\'s loose black t-shirt, rubbing against the silken skin at the small of his back for a second, enjoying the way the kid leaned back into his touch with a quiet sigh of contentment. One thing he had learned was that the boy was like a cat; if you touched him his whole body would lean into it begging for more. It made it damn hard to stop touching once he started, but Dan managed to do it, pulling back to finish the last few dishes.

When the last dish was dried and put away the boy glanced at him with a grin, \"If I mop are you going to give me something special?\"

Dan just raised an eyebrow at him. \"Yeah sure Kid. I\'ll let you wash the windows in the living room.\"

\"That…you\'ve got a really twisted idea of special.\" Trevor hopped up to sit on the counter, \"I\'ll make you a deal, I\'ll mop, I\'ll do windows, I\'ll even clean out your damn tub-\"

\"No shit, all your makeup put a black ring around it. You\'re worse than a fucking woman.\"

Trevor gave him a sour look. \"I\'ve taken one shower in your bathroom when I had any of it on. _One_.\"

He held up one finger to illustrate, shifting back, legs spreading to help him keep his balance on the narrow counter while he gestured wildly. Dan couldn\'t help but smile fondly and lean back against the fridge, arms crossed over his chest as he let himself be distracted by the way the new position made the kid\'s jeans tighten across his crotch.

\"If you haven\'t washed your tub in _over_ two months it\'s not _my_ fault you have a ring around it. So I\'m doing _you_ a favor cleaning it.\" Trevor subsided, voice suspicious but not too upset, after all the kid was just bitching to bitch and they both knew it, \"You\'re not listening are you?\"

\"I\'m listening. You don\'t pay rent but you\'re almost living over here these days, so you\'re not doing me much of a favor, Kid.\" He met brown eyes and smiled, \"So? What\'s the rest of your little deal?\"

Trevor looked down at the floor, \"I never really thought about it or anything.\" A quick glance up, tone a mix of defiance and insolence, \"If you want me to pay half the rent I will, I don\'t know how much that is exactly but I\'ll get it.\"

\"You could or you could just help me clean up the place a little.\" He pushed away from the fridge and slipped into the space between Trevor\'s widespread thighs, the long legs automatically wrapped tight around his waist. Brown eyes met his own then flickered down to his mouth in an unspoken request.

He ignored it for the moment. \"So tell me the rest of your little deal, I get the kitchen floor, the windows, and the tub. And what do you get?\"

Trevor smiled getting back into the spirit of things, eyes bright with hope and lust, \"I get you at a club, somewhere we can dance.\"

The kid leaned close enough that he could feel his breath on his lips, but he pulled back, not willing to get distracted, voice uneasy, \"No way.\"

\"Oh c\'mon, not here, neither one of us want to be seen here but someplace out of the city. I know this place off the interstate, two hours away. It\'s this little dance club; you\'ll like it, they play more punk than metal.\" Soft lips trailed over his throat, \"And if we see anyone we know in the middle of a gay club two hours away I doubt they\'re going to be any more thrilled to see us than we are them.\"

Dan stared blindly at the wall over Trevor\'s shoulder, letting wicked soft lips work at convincing him. There were so many things that could go wrong here, and if he got caught he could kiss his job goodbye, and his sister too. He doubted Megan would care who he fucked but her husband, Mr. Military himself wouldn\'t stand for it. And he seriously couldn\'t imagine Megan fighting her husband over him.

On the other hand he\'d get to watch Trevor in public, get to actually sink into a little fantasy that the two of them were together. Get to dance with him…he\'d bet anything Trevor was a damn good dancer. He moved with a lithe sort of grace that had to extend to the dance floor.

\"I think I’m getting the better end of the deal here Kid, but if that\'s what you want that\'s what you get.\" Dan leaned down and captured the pliant mouth with his own.

***

He\'d never enjoyed cleaning quite so much before. Trevor started out mopping the floor, and ended up scrubbing the kitchen to within an inch of it\'s life, even getting at the grime on the floor between fridge and cabinets that had most likely lain there for years. Because from experience it was very distracting to be getting fucked through the floor and look up to see a mummified roach crammed under the cabinet. It hadn\'t thrown him out of the mood, with Dan inside him not much could, but it hadn\'t helped any.

At least now he was assured that the next time he was face down with his cheek smashed into the linoleum moaning for all he was worth the only thing he would be looking blearily at would be more clean linoleum under the cabinets.

Every time Dan came through the kitchen to get another rag or something he\'d give him an amused look, and if he were standing, an affectionate squeeze before wandering out again. They didn\'t say much, they really didn\'t need to, but Trevor knew he was going to have to corner the man eventually and pry out of him exactly why he was cleaning this thoroughly.

Dan wasn\'t the neatness king, not that he was an out and out slob either. His apartment was usually passable, he picked up after himself for the most part, but the ages old coffee rings on the table in the living room were testament to the fact that he wasn\'t a cleaning fanatic. So to be doing this, cleaning this thorough, meant something was going on.

And he _was_ being thorough. The last time Trevor had glanced out into the living room Dan had been washing down the front door with a single-mindedness that he\'d only seen in the middle of sex. Smiling to himself, he snagged the Windex and a rag and went to work on the windows, brushing against his lover on his way past.

Silently he murmured a word of thanks to Lucy, even if she was a royal bitch, she was a handy alibi. They were officially dating now, which pretty much meant whenever the both of them wanted out from under their parents Trevor took a cab down, picked her up, dropped her off on Rivers street then made his own way here.

Actually before he left for Dan\'s, he usually ducked into one of the few free admission clubs to use their bathroom to change out of his suit and into his more familiar leather and slap on a bit of makeup. It was one of the few times he felt like himself anymore. Well almost, every time he looked in the mirror he felt like he was looking at a stranger, he hadn\'t been blond in years and he still hated it.

Dan distracted him from his thoughts, moving from the door to the couch trying to fluff the cushions. Really it was a lost cause; the older man of all people should know it.

\"C\'mon tell me, what in the hell are you doing all this for?\" He didn\'t look up from the window, amused at the fact that the dust on it was thick enough he could draw in it if he had wanted to, \"If I\'m going to work my ass off I at least want to know why.\"

Dan went back to prodding the cushions, then rummaged through the tiny coat closet, pulling out a worn but well cared for multicolored quilt, \"My sister and her husband are going out of town for the weekend so my nephew\'s staying here.\"

Nephew…sister, for some reason he\'d never imagined Dan with any family. He had _known_, Dan had mentioned a nephew once or twice but it never seemed real. \"Oh, how old is he?\"

\"Nathan just turned fourteen last month.\" Dan was spreading the quilt out over the couch with a single-minded sort of determination.

\"I don\'t think a fourteen year old is going to care if you have a quilt over that couch or not.\"

Dan shrugged with an amused edge to his voice, \"That kid could get dropped off in a garbage heap and not care as long as his gameboy has batteries. His father on the other hand thinks I live in a rat hole and every little thing he finds wrong with the place he\'ll give Megan a headache over.\"

Trevor fell silent, working at the window with renewed enthusiasm, mind turning over the latest tidbit of information a few moments before he quietly ventured a question. \"Guess that means I should stay out of your way this weekend huh?\" He hated how disappointed he sounded, but he had kind of been hoping to come over and hang out…maybe bring a movie to watch and just enjoy what little time he had left in town.

He glanced over his shoulder and met Dan\'s eyes, the older man looked torn. \"Stay away Friday, but you could come over on Saturday. I don\'t think Nathan would care. He\'s a pretty good kid, knows how to keep his mouth shut. But there\'s no way in hell we\'re fucking while he\'s over here.\"

Trevor couldn\'t help but laugh softly, \"I don\'t think its one of my fantasies to get fucked while your nephew watches.\"

Dan\'s lips twitched into something close to a smile, \"Yeah well I thought I\'d make it clear anyway. I don\'t care if he knows, I\'m pretty sure he\'s already figured me out. Just don\'t scare him with it.\"

He mock saluted him, \"I\'ve been getting a lot of practice acting lately. I think I can handle not making your nephew want to hurl. I\'ve got a Playstation 2 that I could bring over and see if he wants to play. Give us something to do so I\'m not staring at you all night wishing you would bend me over the sofa again.\"

Dan visibly shivered, giving him a look out of the corner of his eye that was half lust half irritation, \"Do that. Now stop fucking teasing me, I have to get this done today.\"

He heaved a sigh like a heroine from one of those atrocious romance novels his mother read and clasped his hands to his chest, fluttering his eyelashes at Dan, \"Don\'t you love me anymore Daniel?\"

It definitely got a reaction; the older man turned his head slowly towards him, one eyebrow crawling up towards his hairline, \"…if you start prancing around here in a dress….\"

Trevor laughed wickedly, \"Oh sure, you\'re disgusted _now_, but wait til I come over in my little school _girl_ outfit. You\'ll have me over that couch before I take two steps.\"

\"Kid, if I wanted a schoolgirl, I\'d have gotten a girl. Or a boy that looked more like a girl and less like a graffiti explosion.\" Dan turned back to the couch, giving it a kick before wandering away obviously fed up with fussing with it.

\"Graffiti explosion?\" He cursed himself silently for not being able to keep a note of genuine hurt out of his voice. He turned back to the window, scrubbing it down roughly even though it was mostly done, hoping Dan hadn\'t noticed.

He was concentrating so hard on trying to stop being oversensitive about it, that he was surprised when a strong arm slid around his waist. Trevor held himself stiff, ignoring it, knowing he was being an idiot but not really caring. He put a lot into his tattoos, designed every last one of them himself except for his first one, the lion on his upper arm. In a way he was proud of them, that was his artwork, drawing didn\'t come easy to him but when he really tried he thought it looked damn good. It wasn\'t a good feeling to have it just brushed off like that, used against him.

\"Don\'t be like that, Kid.\" Dan\'s voice was low and soothing, \"You know I like the ink.\"

Calloused fingers crept under his jeans to brush over the one on his hip, the one Dan always traced with his lips and tongue when they were both in the mood for slow and gentle, instead of their usual hard, fast fuck. It was his favorite, even though it was silly. A little gothic fairy boy in leather pants and combat boots, sitting with a frustrated expression on his face, jet black hair blowing in the wind, black gossamer wings drooping slightly, surrounded by a tangle of barbed wire and thorny vines.

He\'d had the idea sometime after Jimmy, when it had really hit that he was gay, and was going to stay that way. Up until that point he\'d had some strange idea that it was just Jimmy. The tattoo was sort of his own little joke on himself since he _was_, well, a fairy. It had taken him weeks to get just right; he\'d had to stare at what must have been dozens of drawings and pictures online to get all the details, all the proportions right.

Thin lips brushed against the back of his neck, once, twice, then lingered. Nibbling and sucking at the spot that always turned him into jelly, coaxing him to calm down. Slowly he did, relaxing back into Dan\'s broad chest and clever mouth, trying to sound pissed still but his voice wouldn\'t come out as anything other than breathless and shivery, \"Don\'t call it graffiti.\"

One last nip and he could feel the amused smile blossom against his now sensitive skin, \"Gotcha.\"

Dan gave him a squeeze hard enough to force a grunt from him. Then the hand at his hip left, lazily traveling sideways to grope his ass. Trevor was lost, eyes unfocused, still mindlessly rubbing circles against the window glass, his entire being focused on Dan, anticipating what would come next. The tingling caused by the hot hand smoothing over his skin, fingers digging into his flesh rhythmically, was spreading through his body like wildfire. God he\'d been waiting for that touch all damn day.

Just as his breathing started going ragged, Dan stepped away, that wonderful terrible touch withdrawing, heavy hand delivering a sharp swat to the cheek he\'d been fondling. \"You wipe down that window any more and you\'ll wear the glass out, Kid. Time for you to scrub all those makeup stains out of my bathtub.\"

Trevor blinked, thrown by the sudden change, then he turned to glare at his evil lover, reaching back to soothe his stinging skin where the slap had landed. Dan grinned unrepentantly at him. Knowing there was no winning he turned and stormed irritably into the bathroom muttering under his breath about bastard cops with spanking fetishes before slamming the door shut behind him.

***

The music was jacked up to earsplitting, Trevor didn\'t hear it so much as feel it thrumming in his bones, moving him whether he liked it or not. The room was dark, lights flashing randomly, leaving him half blind and disoriented. People he couldn\'t see and didn\'t know bumped and rubbed against him, disembodied hands groping and touching, throwing his balance off until his body remembered how to maneuver through the crush of sweaty bodies.

Lucy\'s hand was like a vice around his wrist, gripping too hard, towing him in her wake until they reached the center of the crowd, next to a transparent column filled with water flowing through colored tubes. Then she stopped, and her arms were around him, her body moving against his own. Instinctively he tensed, not used to the soft press of nearly naked breasts against his mesh covered chest. Then he forced himself to relax, to concentrate on the bass throbbing through his body, letting it and the ebb and flow of the crowd move him. Then it was easy to ignore exactly who was grinding against him and respond in kind, their leather clad hips slipping and rocking as his hands gripped unusually curvy hips.

Trevor let his eyes fall closed, time ceasing to exist, one song bleeding into the next, the only consistency in this disorder was the steady throb of the music in his bones. All around him was chaos, but he had reached that perfect balance of focus and inattention that left him with a rare stillness inside, worries and thought falling away, leaving only the bare essentials of his being. He craved that peace. And the odd thought flitted through his mind that Dan could bring him to this state much faster and easier than any club ever had, and sex didn\'t even have to be involved.

He let it go, thinking nothing. The music went on forever, and sweat beaded on his skin. Caressing his flesh as it slid down over the curves and planes of his body, pooling here and there in the dip of his upper lip, the small of his back. When he licked his lips, salt exploded over his tongue.

At some point Lucy pulled away, patting him on the cheek until he opened his eyes. She leaned up close enough that he could smell cinnamon on her breath and see her mouth forming the words \'Stay Here\' in the dim light. He nodded and his eyes slid shut again as she slipped away. He wasn\'t alone long before another female form pressed against him, her breasts smashing against his chest, lower than where Lucy\'s had been. Long fingernails dragged down his back as she arched against him, hands sliding over the curve of his ass and squeezing then moving around his hips.

Distantly he considered stopping her before she started groping him for real, before she started thinking he liked it. Then the matter was taken out of his hands as he was dragged back out of her arms and hauled against a decidedly male body. Two strong arms wrapped tight around him, hands resting flat on his stomach, fingertips just resting beneath the waistband of his pants.

Without any real thought except that he\'d much rather dance with a man the rest of the night than a woman, Trevor molded his body to the one behind him, looping his arms back around the man\'s neck, letting his head fall back against one broad shoulder. God it felt good to have the solidity of a man pressed against him after the soft insubstantial curves of a woman.

He could feel hot breath against his neck, the pleased curve of a smile at his surrender against sensitive skin, the smooth softness of silk, hair and shirt, sliding under his fingers. Through the thin material of his shirt he felt the slide of sweat slick skin as the other man\'s thin lithe body moved against his own, the soft flutter of material as the man\'s unbuttoned shirt moved against him. His eyes opened to a thin sliver, getting an impression of a curtain of dark hair hiding all features except the profile of a patrician nose. It struck a cord in him but the music was loud and distracting, and a name wouldn\'t surface to fit the nose.

Time passed, and with it an undercurrent of anticipation grew, the hands resting idly on his stomach began inching down. Trevor\'s stomach clenched, his breath caught in his throat as he waited to see how far they would go, knowing already he didn\'t want him to stop. He didn\'t know why except for the name that kept teasing him from the edge of his memory.

This was more than anonymous sex, this was…there was something about the man because he had never reacted this intensely to a stranger before. He liked the feel of him, liked the confidence shown in the steady slide of hands down the front of his pants.

Trevor rubbed his ass against him, encouraging and starting a rhythmic give and take that slowly morphed into something more suited to sex. The rock of hips, the grind of a hardening cock against the cleft of his ass, pressing slightly between his cheeks, the feel of leather giving against the insistent thrusting that masqueraded as dancing, soothed something inside of him.

Soft lips caressed the side of his face, trailing down to his ear, nuzzling, sucking at the sensitive spot just behind that always made him groan. The noise was drowned out by the throbbing music. The husk of words from the lips brushing his ear weren\'t, \"Let\'s go outside.\"

He didn\'t know what made him nod, what made him follow obediently if not eagerly when he was led through the club by a steely grip on his wrist. He just knew that his cock was throbbing and there was a name burning his lips that might belong to the lean shadow weaving them through the mass of humanity.

Crisp night air was like a slap after the claustrophobic humidity of the club, he didn\'t have long to savor it before he was shoved back against the rough brick building, his mouth conquered, claimed by the insistent thrust of tongue and nip of hard perfectly even teeth. But something was off, different than that fuzzy half remembered kiss from the dinner party his parents had thrown; he couldn\'t quite put his finger on it.

But it was enough to push him into action, shoving the man back with a groan. For a moment they both froze, staring at one another, panting in the dim light of the alley. And he could see it now, the way the shoulders were just a bit too broad, not quite tall enough, face too smooth and round. He was similar to Luke Ellington, but Trevor didn\'t want similar. With a sigh he edged to the door, feeling for the handle in the dark, getting his hand on it before murmuring, \"Sorry.\"

Then he was through the door and lost in the throb of music and flesh before the stranger had a chance to protest.

*****
Comments:
Once again I have to thank my betas Llupinsnape & Sharon Tang, you both do a wonderful job. Thank you so much.

Another chapter. I think this was one of my favorites to write, just because Trevor and Dan were so…domestic. I love writing it. The club scene at the end gave me hell for some reason or this would have been out weeks earlier.

Next part: Trevor meets the nephew, and I think a Luke scene of some kind.

FB:
The PQ4-*chuckles* I hope you\'re not too dead to read more. I\'m afraid I\'m going to have to disappoint that part of you about Luke, I\'m getting a touch fond of him and he\'s going to show up in later chapters. *chuckles* Er sexual peaks…yeah. *G*

Puppylover-Thank you *grins* I\'m glad you like Trevor (and Trever/Dan) so much. As to your suggestion, I\'d love to but…I think I\'ve skated about as close to that as I\'m going to, sorry. Not really my thing. As to that Luke person *G* thanks for your input, I\'m going to have to play with him a little bit though. Just bear with me.

Jobee- Thank you for reading!

MidnightMoon-Thanks for all the compliments. I\'m glad you\'re enjoying it *G*

Azzy-Thanks, I\'m glad you like it. I\'m shocked you\'re pro-Luke, everyone else seems to hate him. Very cool. Thanks again.

DuosAngel-Thanks, keep reading ;)