Starfire

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Chapter Seven: The Dangers of Dancing

Tex chuckles and then looks sidelong at Tyrin. "Hell.. if you beat my time first out, and I'm guess without getting as screwed over.. I bashed up the poor suit before I was down. Owen wants ta salvage Hank if he can't salvage us, ya know?" His grin covering his eyes as he stands and stretches, then scratches his chest. "Shit.. I'm clean, but I'd like to change shirts if we're goin' ta the bar, ya know? What'd you think? I got some shit here.. you could change into something.. in fact.." and with that, he reaches over and grabs Tyrin's arm. "C'mon man! I've got some serious sexy shit to put you into!" and drags Tyrin behind him out of the room.

"I don't want to imagine if that was a real situation and I... fucking got us killed, you know what I'm saying? I couldn't live with myself, DS..." It was a soft whisper before Tyrin's dark eyes widen as he's dragged from the room being told he's going to be put into something sexy...

"Waaaaaait a minute, man... Wait, wait, waaaait... I see that glint in yer friggin' eye... You are -not- going to hook me up with anyone!"

He whimpers in protest as he's pulled across the warehouse to the small room and he stands there with an incredulous grin as he watches his friend pulling out clothing for him... Pretty nice shit too...

Tex drags out a black soft cotton shirt, a black tank top, and loose fitting black jeans, the kind that hug your hips and leave it all to the imagination but touch on enough points to make an imagination scream with need to see the reality. "I'd give ya some boxers, but that'd be like.. weird.." he grins. "But if you need some, I won't stop ya from grabbing a pair. Here's some black ones.." and he pulls them free and lays them atop the pile in the top drawer.

Tyrin could have melted at the thought of wearing a pair of Tex' boxers though... Mmm...

"Hmm... red.. red for me.." and Tex drags out a red silk shirt, short sleeved and with a dragon painted along the right breast down to where his ribs might end when it's on him. "Kay... you put that shit on.." and as he's speaking, he's dragging off his shirt and grinning. "Damn.. this was a good idea. Just the thing to get us ready.." eyeing Tyr happily. "You think I should change into jeans?" looking down at his khakis and undoing the belt as if he's made up his mind already.

"Yeah... I'll take it... Nice choice, DS..." Tyrin grins and nods to Tex' question on jeans or no jeans and he does his best to turn away as he undoes his pants...

"Uh... yeah... do the jeans... But uh... You want me to give you some privacy? I... can wait, you know..."

Feeling his cheeks burn... He wants to whimper... He doesn't know if he could deal with watching Tex undress... as much as he'd love it...

Tex stares at his partner and laughs. "Shit man.. You know the shit we'll be in? Damn. We're gonna be more fucking close than just taking pants off in the same room.. " he stops and then, more quietly. "Tyr.. man... I'm not gonna check ya out. Dude, it's us, pard. I trust you.. told you that already. Hell.. " he laughs. "I'm not anyone's type, ya know? Except maybe for lust factor, like for guys like Owen who haven't seen the real thing."

"I... I know..." Tyrin says, still feeling... A little awkward to say the least... So many fears running through his brain, because Tex -is- Tyrin's type... And it isn't just lust... It can't be... Lust is part of it... But it's not the main thing... He loves being close to Tex... He never thought he'd like it so much... But last night just showed him how wonderful it could be... To be held like Tex held him... To have little romantic things done for him... Like soft music... And baths... Damn it... he's trying hard to shake this...

He scratches the back of his head and stares at Tyrin for a second as the other man begins to undo his pants as well. "I wonder.." crossing his arms over his bare chest and crossing the small eight foot long room to Tyrin's side, where he bends and picks up the tank top. "Let's throw some color in, k?" and with his pants unbuttoned at the top, sliding down the dark line of hair under his belly button, hanging loose on his hips, he stalks back across the room and rummages into the dresser again.

"Black is fucking cool. But if we go clubbin' you gotta have something fer the black light, ya know? Like this.." and he pulls out a white, thin cotton tee, so thin that it might feel more like a second skin. He throws it at Tyr and grins. "I'm tellin ya though.. we don't dress sexy for other folks.. we do it for ourselves, ya know? It's for you, Tyr. You need to realize that you're not just a mech pilot. You're one damn fine looking man too so we gotta get you to strut yer shit, man. If for no one else but your own self. And there's nothin' more sexy than comfort in my book.." and at that, he draws his khakis down.

Tyrin breathes out slowly and just stands there with his pants half undone, praying to the powers that be that he fucking won't get another hard on watching this man undress. "Damn, man... I'm gonna have to take lessons from you in the outfit department. Thanks man. I... Just haven't found a need to strut my shit anymore, you know...? What's the point of trying to be sexy when you don't feel it? I'm... Just some clay pot that needs some fixing up from over use."

He leaves it at that and laughs as he's pulling off his shirt and taking up the tee shirt thrown to him, pulling it over his head and smoothing it down before he finally pulls down his pants, the tee big enough to cover his pretty ass as he pulls himself into the boxers and then the jeans, looking down at himself, figuring whether to tuck the tee in or leave it out...

Then, of course.. Tex goes commando. Despite the plethora of boxers, he rarely wears any of them. He turns his back, the muscles floating under his skin on the backs of his thighs. "Okay.. so.. we can go downtown and park the car there, ya think?" squatting and looking for his jeans.

"Yeah... Well... You know this place better than me, dun... That sounds good to me... Hey... In or out?" Tyrin says as he pulls the black shirt over it, checking the length of it against the tee shirt...

Tex slides on the jeans and straightens, leaving the button unbuttoned, drawing on the red shirt and turns, everything open, there.. and he stares at his friend, then, bare footed, crosses the room and grabs Tyr's hips, his eyes staring straight at the other man's waist. "Hunh... I think... in?" and he slowly tucks in some of the shirt, contemplating it as he does so.. then, with a thought, draws the few inches he'd pressed into the confines of the pants and stares. Then nods. "In.. here.. tuck.." and he turns to gather up the black shirt.

When he turns, waiting for Tyr to finish he lifts the shirt and looks it over. His arms raised, the shirt he's wearing slides along his hips and around, exposing the flat expanse of his belly, the dark hollow of his navel.. a small dusky nipple slightly showing on one pectoral. And he grins. "Okay.. the coup de gras, man. Hold still.." and he flips the shirt around Tyr's shoulders, down to Tyr's hips and gets Tyr's hands into the sleeves, pulling it up to the man's shoulders. "Okay.. We need this.. hmm.. buttoned to here.. show off yer ass.." he grins at Tyr and buttons the shirt to about his lowest rib, then nods. "okay.. tuck it in.. but loosely, man. We don't want you to look anything but hot.." and he turns, going to find a belt and buttoning up his own shirt, the silk moving like a second skin over his shoulder blades upon his back.

"Okay.. we're done!" and he turns, arms out at either side and a grin. "Ya ready to go, slick?" his eyes dancing.

Tyrin's never really had anyone dress him before... It was... Kind of special. And fun. God, it sounded silly, of course. This is something girls would do, right? But Tyrin likes this moment. Getting ready for something... Having Tex there to make sure he looks good... It was... Endearing to him...

Tyrin smiles, blushing softly, unable to keep himself from it. He just does his best to play it off as his friend finishes dressing him and he does as Tex suggests, tucking the back shirt in just a little, a sudden feeling of... Something... It's a feeling that he's never genuinely felt before. He felt this kind of liberation, this sensuality about himself he never though existed inside of him.

Not that he had much time to revel in that feeling because Tex is ready to leave now...

"Yeah... I'm ready... Let's fuck 'em up, baby..."

He grins and smoothes down his shirt, his cheeks still flustered from this moment... Geez... It's driving him insane... Tex is just so wonderful and it makes him want to read more into this than he should... Poor Tyrin... How can he live with this man and not be a fucking puddle anytime he's near!?

Tyrin smiles nervously, as if this is his first time at a club, but then, this is kinda new, isn't it? He doesn't really know how Tex is at night clubs... And Tyrin doesn't know how he'll be either... Will he have to dance by himself? It would be too awkward for Tex or Owen to dance with him... And he certainly doesn't want to get close to anyone else... He bites his bottom lip as he follows quietly behind Tex, hoping to the gods he doesn't feel like the fifth wheel...

They leave the room, the pair of them looking like sex on rope and then some. Owen leans against a table and grins at them both. "Damn... " looking over Tyrin and arching a brow. "Hands off Hank, boy.. he's mine.." his eyes snapping laughter. Owen.. gorgeous Owen, in his blue and silver, his white hair in a braid. He jerks his head. "Let's go. We have to pick up Hank."

Hank, at work, he means. And they stop at the research facility just on the edge of town, and then head further into the inner city area. Hank is just like his picture. Slight.. sweet, and without a single light to make him look anything near beautiful besides the gorgeous Owen. Except that his eyes have something more stirring in them, a soul. And a pure, unadulterated, perfect soul. His smile, crooked as it is, has a childlike innocence which leaves no doubt in the mind why Owen adores him so completely. The pair sit in the back, Owen curled up next to Hank and murmur and laugh to one another under the thick, sexy beat of music that Tex has playing as he rounds about cars as if they were posts, forgetting that there ever was a speed limit.

Tex sings to the music, each one another song about bodies pumping and grinding, sex, touching here and there.. general good fucking and dancing music. It's the way of him.. he wears his sensuality on his sleeve. And he even tries to teach Tyrin a few of them on the way. But the way is short and they end up inside, dragged into the bar by Owen's pretty looks, the bouncers passing them through (of course, knowing Tex, as everyone seems to, helps as well) before anyone knows which was is which.

Tex grins at Tyrin just as they enter, past the red velvet ropes and then looks into the place. Dark, black lit in places, with lights flashing in other places, the bar lit under each glass, music even more sensual and just as bumping, grinding as the shit Tex had been playing... and everywhere... men. Gorgeous men, in small outfits, showing off skin.. dancing with one another. Plenty of women too.. but mostly men, and who could miss the fact that there's a huge fucking rainbow sign over the DJ, a black man with a cut off tee shirt and tight, small cut`offs.

If nothing else, the four look straight. But for the fact that Owen and Hank are now moving out into the press of people, and completely oblivious to anyone but one another and the beat.

Tex grins. "Whatcha think?" his eyes dancing as he leans in and calls the question over the heavy, heart breaking beats of bass.

Tyrin had stayed quiet for the whole ride. Inside he was sighing heavily, wishing to the gods that he could feel what Owen and Hank feel for each other. Just once, damn it! Just once... How it felt to have warm arms around him... How it felt to feel soft kisses on his face. Just how it feels to be loved. He made sure he didn't let the expression show on his face as he focused in on the music Tex was playing.

But the music wasn't helping either.

In moments, they're all at the club and wide brown eyes take it all in... He gets out of the car and he feels his heart up in his throat. He's scared and he doesn't even know why. He could hear the music looming out, calling to them... He wasn't really surprised though, that They all got in so easily... Two of the most beautiful men in the world? Hell yeah! Probably regulars too... Ah, well.

Tyrin gives a heaving sigh again as he steps inside, again, wide eyed, and even -more- so now that he's figured out that this is a gay night club... Well the rainbow sign certainly helped. He didn't know what to think about this. Already, he felt hungry eyes all over him as he searched desperately for the bar and stuck close to Tex even as many a boy sneak a touch in here and there or lick their lips lewdly at him.

"It's nice..."

He stated simply, feeling the uneasiness begin to choke him.

"It'll be better once I get a drink..."

He calls back, doing his damnedest to ignore all the subliminal attention being thrown at him.

One boy, -gorgeous- sees Tyrin and slips over, looking at Tex with a delicious little mien.

"Is he yours?"

He asks softly, eyes speaking of one thing and one thing only... And there is a greedy hunger about it, as if he wanted to pass Tyrin around like a hat. The fact is, the boy's not acknowledging Tyrin at all. He's a toy... a plaything. Like it was fucking stamped on his forehead or some shit.

"Step off a tall building and get the fuck out of my face," Tyrin mutters to the man who doesn't seem to notice him standing right there before the boy is walking off, rolling his eyes. Tyrin simply shakes his head and looks at Tex quietly.

Tex stares at the kid and scowls, death glares and Tyrin's words are mighty good deterrents. Then with a grimace sighs. "You're too sexy for your own good, my friend... even as straight as I made you look."

Well... That made him feel infinitely better. Tyrin sighs out, relieved as they walk up to the bar, giving a grin. "Ha ha... Maybe I should have came in all busted up and some shit. Damn... It's a curse.

"Please don't leave me by myself. Okay? So anyway... Yeah, it's a nice place. What're you drinking?" A tilt to Tyrin's head and he realizes Owen and Hank are already gone. "I thought... we were all going to be together in here."

With that, Tex nods and tugs on Tyrin's arm, before slapping a hand on Tyr's back and guiding him through the crowd. Yeah.. he gets felt up.. it's to be expected. More so because he knows most of the folks here. "Go up to Stuart! He's the asshole behind the bar!" he calls into Tyrin's ear as he lags behind. Now and then, a hand is grabbed and an ear is bent to him..

Nice thing about being here.

'Tyr's a straight kid, scared to death of gay boys.. and he's a bit trigger hungry, with a bad case of beating the shit out of men who take too many liberties.'

By the time Tex has caught up with him, the word is spreading already. And Tex leans against the bar. "Whiskey, Stuart!" his grin wide. "Double.. and a beer too... damn.. I'm gonna dance me to oblivion t'night cause I may be singing in oblivion t'morrow, right buddy?" he claps Tyrin on the shoulder again and grins at him. "Buck up, man... it's not that bad. You just keep with me, okay? No body's gonna mess with you when yer with me.."

Tyrin laughs softly and shakes his head as they make it to the bar, his mood changing as he begins to calm down, get into the music... Which was calling to him like hell... His body was already moving to the untamed bass, waiting for Tex to order his drinks first.

"Gimme a triple shot Tequila and a beer," he screams to Stuart before turning to Tex... "Hell yeah... That's what it is to live on the edge, man! And I tell you, I wouldn't have it any other way!"

He grins now, getting his drink and throwing back the big ass shot of Hell in a bottle, slamming the glass down on the counter and howling as it burns his chest... "Whoo! Hot damn! Gimme another!"

Stuart is quick with their drinks and Tex is even quicker in downing them.. all but the beer.. and he turns, facing the crowd. "Shit... you dance, man?" glancing at Tyrin with a wide grin.

Might as well have some fun... get pissy drunk and dancing the fucking night away... But Tyrin wasn't prepared for Tex to ask him to dance. He could have fainted right there where he stood, but he bit his tongue to keep himself conscious for this!

"Yeah, if yer offerin'!" Tyrin says with a light smile, throwing back the second round of shots, the alcohol giving him this warm, wonderful feeling... he takes a big drink from his bottle of beer and begins dancing right there... Not ffering up much of what he can really do, but offering a taste. A gentle sway to his hips, sensual as the music consuming the room, but not flagrant debauchery. "Would you dance with me?"

Tex looks at his friend and considers the options. "Well.. I was thinking that we'd grab some gals and do some serious shimmeying.. but yer probably right. Might as well dance, right? Damn if they'd not leave you alone then, right?" he grins. "Shit.. everyone in here's gonna kick my ass though.." laughing. "They know I'm straight.. and after the shit I've been spreading about you... fuck!"

"Oh..." Tyrin managed to get out... Damn... he forgot he was playing straight... he didn't really know he -was- playing straight, but eh, what the hell? He wasn't expecting to really dance close to Tex... or maybe he was hoping for -that- much more than he wants to admit...

Tex grabs his beer, tilts his head back, swallows and wiping his mouth, calls a whiskey sour.. downs it and nods. "Let's dance, baby! No way in hell'm I gonna let one of those shits get their hands on you.." and with a grin as wide as a parking lot space, he's grabbed Tyrin's hand, dragging him from the drinks and the bar and out onto the dance floor where it seems everyone is dancing with everyone.

He grabs a gal at his side and shouts something in her ear.. she kisses him.. or rather.. he kisses her.. and then he winks at Tyrin and lifting his hands over his head, releasing her.. and she with a meaningful look at Tyrin which is all jealousy and nothing of wanting, begins to move his body.

Tex is a solo dancer.. and while he does remain near Tyrin.. he's definitely feeling the rhythm.. his body moving and his hips rolling in circles, his arms moving in sensual arcs about his body as his head falls back and he smiles in pure pleasure... a man being made love to.. it's how a man looks, when he's being held down by his lover.

And Tex has not just Tyrin near him... others turn in the midst of their dances.. unable to turn away from the pure sex that is pouring off of him... though no hands go out to touch him... his hands are allowed to touch himself.. and as his hands range across his stomach, he opens those furnace eyes and stares at Tyrin. "Dance baby.." his voice just heard over the music... no one would guess now. Tyrin was his tonight... and Tex had a way of branding his partners so that no one would want to interfere. For the moment, Tyrin was safe.

Tyrin is dragged out on the floor Tex has a girl on his arm already. He smiles and just lets the music take him... he's basically had six shots of Tequila and the buzz is on him like a warm blanket. He smiles and watches Tex,,, biting his bottom lip as he watches those hips. Oh. Oh god, the mix of alcohol and sexiness doesn't mix well... And thank the fucking -gods- his pants weren't tight tonight... he stares and as if he were grabbed by some charm put on him, he begins to slowly swirl his hips, closing his eyes as he runs his fingers through his hair... Mmmn... He hears Tex tell him to dance... And the way he calls him baby. Oooh.. So delicious... he felt his body heating up as he lets the music take him... Oh yeah, there was a fucking crowd around them now. Tex and Tyrin in the middle, driving the crowd plum crazy...

A sight to see indeed. Tyrin danced alone as well. His body is fluid as silk could never be as moves falls into the driving rhythm. Oh does he dance now. As if he were controlled by the melodies swirling about him, as if he were being made love to by the sounds tearing into his soul, Tyrin dances, for no one else. With no one else... he doesn't even notice when the floor fills in again, surrounded by bodies... he doesn't want to open his eyes to find Tex gone and so he just dances, now, doing his best to keep away from the pressing of bodies.

Tyrin was enraptured by it all... he was hella drunk and he doesn't think he's danced this much before... It was a stress reliever if he ever knew one and it was just fun... It was like enlightenment... Like Zen... Like finally finding heaven after years of hell... That was the feeling washing over him... Or it was just that he was drunk off his ass...

Second song.. third.. fourth... and warmth presses against him from behind, breath touching the back of his neck as a voice which is altogether too commonly known.. a voice which has all the signs of recognition, breathes out just as the music slows.

"It's slow.. they'll get closer if I'm not.." and a hand fits to his hips. It's hot and it curls around Tyrin's hip bone. Tex smiles softly. "You wanna give them a show? Damn. I'm drunk... but I'd love to give them a show.. " he laughs, low, throaty, hoarse.

Tyrin would have opened his eyes and pulled away from the floor, but he is caught. Oh, caught with warmth just radiating behind him. It wasn't a dreaded kind of heat. No. This is so different, because he -knows- what dreaded heat felt like. This. This was soft. Welcoming and it was just seemingly everywhere. A tiny purr escapes his lips as he takes that minute moment to enjoy the wonderful feeling that's making his heart race.

And then he realizes in his drunken haze that it's his friend. That warmth! Jesus, it felt so good to him that he barely caught his words. And he was right there. There at the right time, when Tyrin would have panicked. He wants to whimper so badly... he wants to turn around and kiss Tex with everything he has, but he keeps himself, miraculously from doing so.

He turns his head a little and looks over to his friend.

"A... a show? Mmm... You think they could handle it?" He laughs softly as the thrum of the slow, grooving beat takes control and before long, Tyrin has placed his hand over Tex's and rolls his hips to the slow groove before he spins around, wrapping his arms loosely on those beautiful shoulders...

"So... What kind of... show would you like to drive them crazy with?"

Tex laughs, low, soft... drunk as fuck.. and enjoying every minute of it. "You know.." and he loops his other arm around Tyrin's chest, flattening his hand against his friend's abdomen, running his hand down the middle line until fingers catch at Tyrin's belt, but under the second shirt, having followed the tank but slipping between the tank at that black shirt. "They wonder if I'm gay or straight or bi... I'm too pretty to be straight.. too fucking bad ass to be gay..." and at this he chuckles, "if they knew you, they'd change how they thought of that..and so that leaves bi. Drives em nuts. I tell em, it's cause I've not met the right guy. But what if.. you.. the straight guy... getting drunk.. and me.. the who knows what the fuck... start grinding out here.." his laugh is so low and he's speaking low in Tyrin's ear, his breath hot on Tyrin's lobe.

He pulls Tyrin back and himself forward... bringing his body flush against Tyrin's then.. and clinging tightly to Tyrin, he begins to follow that roll of Tyrin's hips, softly breathing, slow, even... the scent of whiskey sweet on his breath. "Let's fuck'm up..." and there's something dangerous there. Dangerous for Tyrin, because Tex has just enough natural flirtatious energy and he's fucked up enough.. that he might just take this too far.

Too far. Gods... Tyrin is lost to this, because damn it, he's been wanting Tex. Wanting him. Needing him. Oh gods like this. Just like this. And now, the way those hands feel on him, around him, against him, he's ready to lose total control of himself.

He can't get too close. Owen said so. This can't go too far. It never will and he knows it. This is just a dance, right? Just... just a dance. Tex has danced with many a gay boy, right? He's done this before and never got anything out of it, right? It's just a dance.

Tyrin keeps telling himself that as he listens to his friend talk. What would they do? What would they say? He doesn't know. And he's almost afraid of that. He doesn't want to ruin this. This night. This place for his partner... he didn't want anyone talking backways about him either.

But on the other hand.

Oh, the body! Tex's gorgeous body near his, swirling with him like waves on the sand. Whispering against his sensitive ear. Oh god, oh god! Poor Tyrin is lit up, on fire, wanting, needing and his whole body screams it.

He leans in slowly, whispering in return, his mouth so gentle, barely there against Tex's ear, "Yes..." And his pale hands lift above his head and his fiery head haired head falls back as if in rapture already as he continues to swirl, twist his hips as if to show all the others what they will never have of him... He gives his body to Tex, letting the other have control if he wants, but he is purring now... Oh, hell yeah he is... It feels incredible... It makes him wonder if that's how his friend would dance in the throes of passion... If he would look this delicious wrapped in silk... So many thoughts! So many!

Tyrin's hands begin to roam slowly up and down Tex's spine, one of them combing through the defiant locks of hair, fingers dancing over the features of that fucking beautiful face and then down over his neck as he becomes more involved. More involved than he should be. But right now, he's not thinking. Tyrin is feeling, making love to the driving sound of the music and the warmth of Tex's body near his. He should pull away. He should just stop, but he doesn't want to. He can't. He's becoming too addicted....

Yes, this may indeed become dangerous.

Tex slides against Tyrin's body, sometimes with him, sometimes against him, pressing into Tyrin's back, his hands roaming the.. "straight guy's" body, and the pair of them lose themselves in the music. Because for Tex it's always been about the music and he can make love to anyone.. anything out here on the dance floor. His head curls in, hands running along Tyrin's shirt, unbuttoning the outer shirt and thrusting into Tyrin's ass with his hips as he grinds them down into a half crouch, dirty dancing at it's best... leaving more than one mouth dry and watering at the same time.

He lifts his hands and at Tyrin's shoulders, begins to pull that outer shirt down, until its at Tyrin's wrists.. and then with a soft grunt, he tightens the shirt, twisting it around Tyrin's wrists and binding them behind his friend's back. With a mischievous grin, he turns Tyrin in his arms and holding his hands there, Tyrin's hands caught at the low crack at his lowest spine, Tex pulls him close. Their hips pressing together. Tex's eyes are heavily lidded and he smiles like a wild animal about to devour his prey. "They'll never talk this one down... and if they only knew..."

Too much... Oh sweet heavens it was an overload of desire coursing through him as Tex moves with him, Tyrin indeed lost to the groove of the song and his partner turning him on mightily...

And then he feels Tex starting to undress him... HERE! On the dance floor! Tyrin was whimpering by then but before he could dive into a sensual fantasy, his arms are captured and he is turned around to see gorgeous hunger in his eyes... That voice... It didn't matter what he was saying. In the sexy backdrop of this music, Tyrin couldn't care... he was trapped, held by the man of his dreams and he would have gladly been his whore tonight. Tyrin would have done anything. Everything tonight. Right now.

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Owen's hand is grasped by a young man who pulls him over. "Hell! You told me that fucker was straight man!" pointing out to the dance floor, his eyes popping out and his pants of desire almost causing him to hyperventilate.

Owen stares and Hank, at his side turns as well. The two men watch in shock as Tex, a man they've known for years, does his best to dry fuck his partner on the dance floor.

Hank whistles low. "He's gonna hate himself in the morning.."

Owen grimaces. "No.. Tyrin's gonna hate himself.." and with that, Owen rushes into the crowd in a mad dash to get to the pair of them before something worse happens.

Tyrin looks at Owen bewildered, "Where have you been? You and Hank just left us... I thought..." And then he looks over to Tex for a long moment, feeling his heart thundering, "I... thought we... we were going to hang out together..."

Tyrin looks down suddenly, this feeling of paranoia coming over him as he gently pulls from Tex's embrace, feeling so alone, so empty without that warmth. But realizing what Owen was doing... he was about to fall in again. Falling in love all over again, just when Owen told him that it would never happen. Gods, how could a boy be so blind and so stupid?!

Tex is jerked out of Tyrin's arms and Hank holds his arms as he frowns at Owen and Tyrin, swaying with a half grin forming on his mouth. "Shieet Ow'n.. we'r jes dancin... fuuuuuck!" he looks around and giggles at the men around.

"Yeah! We'r gon' hang out tegezzer Oh-win!" pointing at his friend and then smiling at Tyrin. "Damnnnn... he's hot!" leaning back against Hank and looking at the dark haired man. "Doncha think? Fuckin' hot.. I got'm what ta ware... damn good job too... fuck.. evverbozzy'll wan'im.. but th'aycan't.. cause he'z mine.."

Owen stares at Tyrin and tries to drag his eyes away from Tex. "I didn't realize Tex intended to drink so much. He's usually really good about this.. I'm sorry.. c'mon.. lets go, okay?" and he reaches for Tyrin's arm, wanting to direct him out.

"HEY!" Tex's voice breaks and Owen is gone.. just like that.. out of sight, people falling like nine pins off to the side. "Stay'way frum'im.. no fucker's gon' toush Tyr... right man? No.. gay boy's myyyyeee partner.." he's swaying more so, because he'd simply wrenched himself out of Hank's arms and had grasped Owen in a single swift action, throwing him to the side. It wasn't like Hank to stick near Tex when his own lover was on the floor in a pile.

Owen stares in shock at Tex and holding to Hank's arm, rights himself. "S'okay.. okay.. no noone.. Tyrin.. you.. you go out?" looking at Tyrin in fear. "Tex can come out after us.. we'll keep an eye on him. I'll drive us.. but... I.. "

Tex has begun to stalk Tyrin, his eyes dancing dangerously as he comes closer, leaning against his partner. "Yer minnnne... th'y all wan'ya... but thay can't havya.." he grins and half stumbling, half righting himself, wraps his arms around Tyrin and buries his face into Tyrin's neck. "Mmmmm... gonna go home? Wizme.. yah..."

Owen and Hank stare in horror, Owen's face a mixture of terror and pity... poor Tyrin. This is not what they'd thought of in this. Tex drunk, was not a pretty sight for the most part. Not when he was dancing anyway.

Things were starting to spin out of control... Not to mention the room... Everything was happening so fast... Tyrin was on the verge of crying right then to Tex' behavior, but then... The way he was talking. Claiming Tyrin... Oh... That did something to him. It didn't matter at all whether he was drunk. It's the fact he said it at all.

"Owen... Owen... Look..." Tyrin was pretty damned drunk himself. Vulnerable. Impressionable. Those words. They did more to him than the music ever could do. Owen just didn't understand. That's all.

"I can handle him, okay? I'll take him home... Don't worry about me... I'll be all right... It's my fault anyway..." Tyrin says looking down at the littered floor. "I told him not to leave me by myself... I didn't want anyone hitting on me... So... This is my fault... I'll take care of him..."

It really -was- his fault... He's probably ruined everything for Tex here... Tex -is- straight... And he was doing this as a favor and now it's blown out of control... His heart sinks to this and tears well up in his eyes. "Just... Just help me get him to the car, okay?"

Tex smiles at Owen and waggles his finger at him. "Yep! All his.. falt.. damned inconve'nyant... fucker's finer'n uh fuckin' woman... fuck'im... " then his smile grows. "An''m gonna too!" half crowing as he rights himself and grabbing Tyrin around the shoulder, begins to weave them through the crowd. Even drunk off his ass, he's pretty ready to walk the line and get them to the car.. somehow.

And somehow they do get there.. Owen and Hank following closely behind as Tex leans heavily on Tyrin and sings softly, "I want yer sex.. I want yer fuckin' booody.. I want yer sex.. I wan.. whath'ell is that song, dammitall?"

Owen frowns and with his arms crossed, stares at Tex, able to hear the other man as they leave the night club. "Dammit.. I'm sick of this. Tex!"

Hank grabs for Owen, Owen's grabbing for Tex.. and Tex, holding to Tyrin is suddenly ripped away as the silver haired man nabs him hard. Tex is reacting as quickly, despite the drink, but even as he's turning Owen over the car, shoving his head into the hood, Owen is screaming, "Damn you, you fucker! What about Suzie???"

The last thud.. and Tex, staring at Owen suddenly sobs and lets go of his friend, staggering to the side, staring at Tyrin in terror. "Shit.. 'mso sorry... fuck.. fuck.. 'mso sorry...fuckin' drunk bastard... shit... " and with a small, child like sob, crumples down onto the pavement, next to the car.

Owen, straightening, pulls himself back and looks at Hank who is staring at him. "Suzie... the girl his suit is named for... " he shrugs. "He'll tell you later.." then he stares at Tyrin. "Get in the car.."

Hank, shocked by the sudden hardness in his lover, reaches out for Tyrin. "C'mon.." as Owen, his eyes still like some kind of frozen steel, narrow on Tex and he crouches by the broken man, reaching out for Tex's shoulder.

Tyrin says nothing through this. Through the walk out of the night club, people obviously staring at Tex like they could jump on him. Tyrin as well, if not more so. Tyrin heaves a sigh and they get to the car, keeping quiet, even as Tex sings about wanting sex...and how fine he is. And then it all flew off the damned handle. Owen grabs him Tex fights back and Tyrin is watching this with horror in his eyes... he's never seen Tex like this. He didn't know what to make of it all... besides the fact that this is only making him love Tex more.

For a long moment, Tyrin doesn't move, but looking at Tex and Owen on the side of the car... he shakes his head sadly and then looks up at Hank, feeling defeated and helpless, following the man and getting in the car.

This was bad... This was -very- bad... And once Tyrin is in the safety of the car, lets go and sobs, burying his face in his hands... he feels horrible for this... he can't come back and Owen is probably yelling at Tex right now. Oh gods, it hurts so much. Tex'll hate him tomorrow. Or never see Tyrin the same after this. Tyrin believed so much that there was this tiny chance of winning Tex's heart. But why did Owen have to keep bringing his past up like that? Tyrin didn't understand any of this.

Hank slips in beside Tyrin and slips his arm around the other man. "Damn.. I'm sorry.." his slow, even voice gentle and understanding. "I was the one who dragged Owen off.. I.. I'm sorry Tyrin.." he's unsure, not knowing Tyrin very well. But then, he'd not really understood the situation anyway. It had seemed obvious to him that Tex had finally found someone worth his time and they were giving the pair of them time together. It wasn't until after when Owen had told him more, that he'd come to understand just how wrong he'd been.

Tyrin didn't say anything... he didn't want an explanation because it didn't make sense to him at all... he didn't accept or deny the apology made by Hank. He. Just can't say anything at all. But there was no comfort for him.

Minutes pass as Hank clumsily tries to comfort Tyrin, and then the passenger door opens, Tex, in a haze of alcohol, slides into a seat and lays back against the seat, not looking back at them, but staring out the window at his side. Then, just as silent, and even more forbidding, Owen enters as well, starting the car.

The ride home was painful. Too quiet and uncomfortable. Tyrin could feel his stomach twisting and turning within him as he tried so hard to just stop crying and suck it up. It was a bad night and the best thing is to just end it. There were sniffles every now and again along the way, but Tyrin was just as quiet as the others, staring out the window.

They get home and he watches Owen walk Tex inside... Left alone with Hank again... What is -with- Owen anyway?! He didn't think Tyrin could handle himself? Was that it? He didn't trust Tyrin enough to get Tex inside and to bed?

Hank sighs softly. "You can stay with us tonight if you want.." his voice soft. "Or.. well.. Tex will be crashed to night... we'll be lucky if he remembers any of this tomorrow.." And that hurts even more, he can tell.

Tyrin simply sighs at this and shakes his head no to Hank's offer. Oh yeah. That would be just great. In the midst of two men that are in love, when that's what he wants and needs so badly... yeah... Tyrin wants to be right there. He's jealous of them. Owen and Hank. he would die just to know that someone loved him like that. Like they love one another. After tonight, he doesn't want to even... be near them for fear of just crying at just how lonely he is... he didn't want to go back there... felling sorry for himself just because he's lonely...

He turns to look at Hank and he opens his mouth to say 'thanks anyway' or something, but closes it again when the words won't come... He opens the door and gets out, closing it softly behind him before heading to the apartment, slipping quietly in, just wanting to retreat to his own room... he has nothing else to say tonight and he doesn't feel like an argument with Owen...

He's finding it hard to breathe once he gets inside and he doesn't say a word. Not one. He doesn't look at Owen or Tex, just makes his way through the hallway to his room, closing the door before leaning on it a while. His knees give out suddenly as if he'd been hit so hard and he falls to his knees, crying as silently as possible.

The soft click of the front door and all is silent in the house.. nothing but the soft padding of feet in the hall, back, forth.. back, forth; then silence after that

...and nothing.


((Leaving for Galdrium; and how quickly plans can turn sour))