It had taken Sam quite some days of insistence to finally drag Graves out of the buffet for a club night.
"I tell you, this place… you're gonna love it, there's this twink, he's just your type, Percy, you're gonna die when you see him, I know!" He assured him when they reached Percival's car at the parking lot of the firm.
"Yeah, right… you do realise that's the same thing you said about the last club we've been to?"
Percival sighed, he just couldn't understand why he let himself get dragged just like that. But to be fair, they've been working like crazy on the last case and could do with a fun night to release some tension. So he drove to their usual sushi restaurant (the one where Sam was trying to seduce one of the Japanese waiters) to have a light dinner together, and after he failed miserably for the tenth time, they finally headed for the Cosmos club.
Graves sighed at seeing the place, it was exactly the kind of place Sam loved: too modern and flashy, full of twinks. The entrance alone was like a spaceship dock, flashing lights all around and shiny glittering floors. The music was just like that of any other gay disco, too much pop and some R&B every now and then, but Graves immediately noticed that it really was just like any other club, too pretentious for what it really was. Dark and a bit decadent on the inside, with it's typical raised stage at the center and the mandatory stripper pole in the middle of it.
Since it was a wednesday night, there wasn't much people inside, which Percival was thankful for, and what was more, they weren't the only ones wearing suits. They went to the bar and ordered two glasses of gin tonic.
"So, what do you think? nice, uh?" Offered Sam raising his glass and clinking it with Percival's.
"Fuck you, Sam...this place is not for us, we're over forty now, in case you haven't realised." Graves took a sip from his drink, glaring at his friend.
"Can't you just relax for a night? Damn, you sound like my old man, and look around you, we're not the only ones over forty here!" Sam laughed and tugging at his arm pulled Percival out of his stool, dragging him towards the stage where a young blond stripper was putting on a show.
Graves needed at least two more drinks to get as cheerful as Sam, who was already taking a ten dollar bill from his wallet to put into the stripper's underwear. The boy started shaking his ass for him, he still had his pants on, but unbuttoned already, and with the swaying of his hips he managed to make them fall to his knees, revealing his soft glistening buttocks. He was wearing a jockstrap as underwear, so his ass was completely exposed while his front just looked as if he wore normal briefs.
"Shit, I love the jockstrap night… that's it baby, dance for daddy…!" Said Sam as he slipped more bills under the straps of his underwear.
Percival rolled his eyes, but he had to admit that the boy looked good despite the excessive amounts of glitter that he wore on his skin. And he had to gulp down his gin tonic when he saw him grinding lewdly on all fours against the shiny pole, letting it slide between his arse cheeks for them to see.
"Fuck yeah, that's what I'm talking about!" Shouted Sam.
Other men threw bills at his feet too, the boy wasn't incredibly good looking but danced very well and shot Graves and Sam flirty looks from time to time. Percival was used to this kind of things, whenever he went to a gay club or bar with his friends, lots of young boys flirted with him to try and get him to be their sugar daddy. It was not easy sometimes to play tough and reject their flirting, he knew he was good looking and had the money for having whoever he wanted. But he was just so tired of that kind of guys, they were all the same and spent their lives either at the gym or at the club, talking about protein diets and Beyoncé concerts… Fucking Sam, why did he always had to take him to meet more twinks?
When the boy's show was over, he went to their table wearing nothing but his underwear and sat on the armrest of Sam's seat, he was still taking dollars out of his waistband, which he handed to the waiter that had collected all his money from the stage too.
"You were amazing just now, darling… do you want us to get you a drink?" Said Sam holding his waist playfully.
"Oh, thank you! and thanks for cheering me up there, love" He came a bit closer.
"So, what's it gonna be?" Percival just wanted an excuse to go back to the bar and not have to listen to them flirting.
"hum… I think just a rum soda, I've still got to make two more shows tonight." Answered the boy with a dashing smile and a wink.
"Right, I'll go, you two stay here."
Graves stood and drained his glass to go to the bar and get another drink for himself, he ordered the soda for the boy and sent it to their table with a waiter, but he stayed at the bar. He watched as they drank and chatted together, and it only took them a couple of minutes to walk off to a private booth at the back hallway. Percival then returned to the table with his drink in hand and checked his phone, thinking seriously about ditching his friend right there and going home early. He was in the middle of writing a text message, when he felt a sudden change in the music style, soft vibes making his head raise up in interest.
"Now let's chill for a moment, and welcome our beautiful Stardust…" Announced the dj with a relaxed tone, changing the lights of the room to give it a moody and soft feel, gathering strong white focuses on the stage. A lean and dark figure was walking up the stairs and Percival felt the hair of his nape stand when he saw him stepping to the light. He was, by far, the most gorgeous creature he'd ever seen.
Percival took a sip of his whisky, while he looked at him without even blinking. The boy looked so young, his white porcelain skin was barely visible yet, he wore a black school uniform, with formal jacket and a red tie. It was so different from any other strip show Percival had ever seen that for a moment he even thought that maybe the boy had just walked in by accident. But when he held to the pole to give a gentle spin around it he had to remember that he definitely worked there as a dancer. Stardust had jet black hair, a bit short and straight, and shaved at the lower back of his head.
He slowly took the jacket off, letting it fall out of the stage, and his own hands traced his slim sides over the white shirt. He did not dance like other strippers, he just moved sensually around the pole, but he looked so very shy and gentle… Percival could not believe he was really a dancer. Maybe that was the boy Sam had been talking about, he was mysterious, his eyes looked always down, he did not smile, or flirted with those who tossed dollars at his feet. He just danced slowly, barely following the soft rhythm of his song.
Maybe it was because of the alcohol, or the weariness of endless work, or the eerie light effects of the place… but Percival suddenly felt like he'd fallen to a world of dreams, where this child made of moonlight danced shyly just for him. But, no, he remembered walking in with Sam not too long ago, and he didn't know why, but the whole place looked much more fancy now that Stardust was on stage.
His white hands unbuttoned his shirt, but he didn't took it off yet, instead he pulled at the knot of his tie, loosening it, and next he opened his black pants, giving his audience a very indecent picture of a school boy. He tousled up his hair when he took the tie from over his head, black curls framing his dark eyes.
Percival didn't even remember ordering his own body to move, he just stood and leaned closer to the stage. Stardust began sliding down along the pole before him, crouching with his back straight, one hand holding to the bar above his head, and the other slipping inside his pants to pull the hem of his shirt out. Now he could see him almost eye to eye, the boy leaned his head back sensually showing off his white throat and looked directly at Graves, making him paralyze. His long lashes fluttered for him, but he did not smile at all.
Percival then extended his hand, clutching a ten dollars bill he did not remember taking out of his wallet, and put it inside the waistband of his underwear. His fingers lingered on the boy's belly for a second. Their eyes met again, he looked absent, and Percival felt the imperant urge to talk to him, to ask him what his real name was.
But the moment passed, he returned to his seat and Stardust pulled himself up to let his shirt fall off down his shoulders, showing at last the most perfect lenght of skin Graves had ever seen. He was not bathed in glitter and he had a lithe body, full of soft and barely visible muscles. Finally when he let his pants fall to his feet too, he showed the same black jockstrap underwear the other stripper wore, but he didn't dance as lewdly, he simply stepped out of the bundle of shoes and pants at his feet and took a couple of sexy spins around the pole. And to finish his show, he bent slightly against the pole while he arched his back erotically, showing his white and beautiful ass to his audience.
A couple of men whistled at him from a corner, and Percival could swear he saw his high cheeks flushing slightly. But that was all, he didn't wiggle his buttocks like other boys did to get more money, he simply slid down against the pole again to collect his clothes and walked off when the stage lights went dark.
Percival felt his breath slowly returning back to normal, that had been amazing, way too perfect for a strip show on that small and pretentious club. The music took some minutes to go back to the usual pop humdrum, but he still was in a daze.
When a waiter came to his table to retrieve the empty glasses Sam and the other stripper had left, he held him by the wrist and spoke in his ear.
"How do I get a private dance from Stardust?"
The waiter eyed Percival and answered that he never did private dances, but maybe he could go talk to the owner to see if it could be arranged, and pointed at a blond man in white suit that was drinking at the bar. Graves thanked him and walked there casually, he sat next to the man and ordered another gin tonic.
"Are you enjoying yourself, pal?" Asked him the owner then, a smugly grin on his face.
Percival shrugged.
"That depends, I suppose… is that Stardust boy available for a private dance?"
"Oh, are you interested on my little star?" His different colored eyes glistened, amused.
"I won't lie, he's perfect, and I'm willing to pay twice his fees for a private dance from him."
The man arched his eyebrows in surprise. He leaned closer to Percival.
"See, our little star doesn't usually give lap dances, but… since you seem such a nice gentleman, I'm sure he would make an exemption for you." He said with a smirk.
Percival drowned his glass and left it on the bar with a heavy thud.
"That'd be just wonderful…" He said.
"I'll send him over to the last booth at your right, why don't you go ahead and get comfortable? I'll make sure you have an enjoyable night, sir." He stood and motioned him to stand too, showing him the hallway of private booths.
Graves thanked him and walked to the farthest one, he didn't like the guy, but managed to arrange his meeting with Stardust afterall.
He wasn't usually interested on lap dances, unlike Sam, but this was a one time opportunity. From the moment he met that boy's eyes, he knew he needed to see him in private, he needed to hear his voice, to feel his warmth… even if just to prove himself that he was real.
He sat on the fancy couch inside the booth, it was not very private, the door was a heavy velvet black curtain. The lights were red and tenuous, and a different kind of music started playing for him, the same soft and moody kind of music Stardust had danced to.
He was starting to wonder if the boy would show up at all when the curtains suddenly rustled at his entrance. Percival inhaled deeply, inadvertently holding his breath.
Stardust kept his distance from him, a wary expression on his serious face. He was wearing a silky dressing gown and the same black sneakers he wore to his dance. Percival deduced that he probably had been changing when he got summoned by the owner.
"Hello, Stardust… I just wanted you to dance for me if you feel up to it." He said, speaking softly, as if fearing the boy might run off at any moment. He looked so serious, almost scared. "did they force you to come here?"
Few seconds passed, and the boy finally shook his head, without breaking eye contact with him. Graves couldn't help but wonder why he looked so stiff, he was completely different from any other stripper he'd seen before. He wanted to talk to him, know everything about him.
"Okay, will you dance for me, then?" He asked with a tentative smile.
Stardust took a step closer at last.
"No touching." Was all he said for an answer.
"Of course, anything you want… I just, I really needed to see you again… from up close…" Percival let his arms fall to the sides, inviting him to get closer, and the boy slowly did so.
He stepped out of his shoes and carefully sat at the verge of Percival's knees, facing him but keeping as much distance between them as he could.
Why he was so hesitant, the man could not understand, maybe he was straight and the whole guy on guy situation made him uncomfortable. Or perhaps he just had a very bad experience with someone in the past.
Stardust started swaying his hips slightly, closing his eyes. His legs were spread apart at both sides of Graves's lap, his feet on the ground to maintain his balance while he moved. He circled his head slowly, stretching his neck to show the beautiful lines of his clavicle, and Percival had to grip the cushion of the couch with tight fists to stop himself from leaning forward to bite him. He danced in the same slow and sensual way he did at the stage, barely making eye contact.
The silky dressing gown opened on it's own with every subtle move of his body. Little by little the boy's ass slid down Percival's lap, getting closer to his crotch, and when he felt his weight almost there, the dancer opened his eyes again, staring directly at him. Very, very slowly he stood again, and with delicate fingers he undid the knot that tied the robe, letting it fall open before his eyes.
"So beautiful…" Breathed Graves, swallowing hard at the sight of his pale chest. He wished he could lick at one of his plushy nipples. The curves of his pecs weren't much prominent, but it just made him look especially young and innocent. The boy noticed how he was staring at his tits, so he took his own fingers there and playfully fondled his buds, making them stand all hard and small.
"Sweet fuck, I love watching you touch yourself…" Percival could feel his cock hardening alarmingly fast in his pants, it hurt a bit and he needed to adjust himself but didn't want to scare the boy with any sudden movement.
Stardust still didn't smile or said anything, he was just there all serious and almost absent, like on the stage. He lowered his shoulders and the gown slid all the way down to the floor. Then he kneeled on the the couch at both sides of Percival's hips, and to his surprise, he held to his shoulders for support while his belly and his crotch brushed over the man's chest.
Percival just couldn't produce any coherent thought at that moment, he lowered his gaze to watch the way he grinded against him. And inhaling deeply again he could even feel the delicious smell of his sweaty skin. He just had to let a moan escape his mouth.
"God, you're making me so hard, baby…" He confessed with his low voice.
Stardust stood again, and took a step back. Percival feared that he might have offended him somehow, so he took his wallet from his back pocket and retrieved a handful of dollars from it.
"Will you let me give you my money… I'm really loving this dance." He used his most soft tone and compelling smile to get him to trust him.
The boy watched all those bills intently, and nodded cautiously, as if trying to decide if the risk of getting touched was worth that much money. And apparently it was, because he turned around to sit again on his lap, and Graves followed with hungry eyes the perfect muscles of his back all the way down to his beautiful round ass. He was starting to truly love those stupid jockstraps now, never before had he received a lap dance like that. It was getting harder to resist the temptation of holding him hard against his body.
But he tried to remain calm the moment he slid a finger delicately between the elastic waistband and his pearly skin to pull it just enough to put another twenty dollars bill on it.
When he let go of the band the boy slid his ass back just a couple of inches, arching his back and looking at him from over his shoulder. Percival took that as a signal to put another bill on his underwear, and this time he grazed his hands over his smooth buttocks, without touching, just visualizing how perfect it would be to grab him like that.
Stardust was getting more and more confident with him with every minute they spent together. With each bill the man gave him, he grinded his ass closer to his bulge. And now, Graves was too hard to even pretend he was not.
The moment their parts touched, the boy gasped, but he didn't pull away from him. He had his knees comfortably resting on the couch at both sides of Percival's lap, and holding to the man's knees for balance he could now rub his ass against his cock, letting out very small moans from time to time.
Percival just couldn't believe how the dance was turning out, the boy was clearly aroused too and apparently was enjoying himself at last, which made the whole situation a hundred times sweeter for him. There were very few things he loved more than making another man writhe in pleasure.
And Stardust was writhing already. So Percival just had to push a bit forward on his seat to get him to lean his back against his chest, letting his head fall back on his right shoulder.
"Such good and beautiful boy, you're gonna make me come if you keep moving like this…"
The boy turned his head and straightened a bit to look him in the eyes, their noses were touching and they breathed on each other's mouth. If it had been just anybody else, Percival would have started kissing his lips already, but he didn't dare take such bold step with him.
Graves looked down and he could see the big bulge that had grown between his milky thighs. The waistband of his jockstrap was now a bit harder to pull, but he still managed to slip bills inside his underwear.
"It looks like you could come at any moment too, my precious boy… I wish I could just make you forget about the world… just you and I... like this, forever…"
Stardust moaned loudly when Percival pulled the strap again, and that sound encouraged him to pull a bit harder, making his beautiful cock stand free against his belly.
He gasped at feeling himself relieved from that tight underwear, and looked down on time to see how the man slipped a bill right next to his cock. And then Percival just couldn't wait any longer, and held the rossy head of his dick between his fingers, massaging it softly.
"No...no, please…" Begged the boy, but it was too late, he started coming right there on his lap, white splurts staining his sweating chest.
And his moaning died in a desperate trail of hiccups and sobs.
"Shhh, it's okay baby, why are you crying…?"
Percival forgot about his promise and held him in a gentle hug, retrieving with a hand the fallen dressing gown and putting it on his shoulders again.
"It's n-not okay… I was not s-supposed to feel good… just you… not m-me… this is so wrong…" cried the dancer with his face buried in Graves's chest.
"No, no, there's nothing wrong, darling… it's okay if you felt good too, it was the most perfect dance I've ever seen…" He wiped his tears with his hand, whispering in his ear, all his arousal forgotten.
But Stardust, realising that he was crying in front of a client, stood clumsily to his feet, trying to get away from him, and taking all of the bills from his underwear he handed them to Graves.
"I'm s-sorry...you deserve to have your m-money back...please...don't tell Mr Grindelwald that've been crying in front of you…"
He looked panicked, and rubbed his eyes hard in an attempt to make the tears stop. Percival stood too, he just couldn't understand what was going on at that club, that boy clearly didn't belong there.
"Hey, I'm not going to say anything, but please, stay with me for a moment…" He held him again, bringing him to sit on the couch next to him. "Here, keep the money, you've earned it all, darling… I don't want you to think that it was wrong, you gave me the most amazing dance of my life… come now, don't cry, please."
Stardust seemed to calm down a bit with his soft words, but kept his gaze fixed on the floor.
"Will you tell me your name…?" Asked Percival, tentatively, while drying his face with the wrist of his shirt.
"It's Stardust." His lower lip trembled when he spoke.
"I mean your real name, mine's Percival, Percival Graves, nice to meet you."
Percival offered him his hand and a soft smile. But he had to wait for a whole minute before the boy finally answered.
"I'm Credence…"
He held his hand weakly, shaking slightly, and Percival could feel on the palm of his hand a strange texture, almost as if his skin had lots of healing scars, but he didn't dare take a look at it.
"That's a beautiful name, Credence… listen, do you think we could ever get to meet outside the club? Maybe go have lunch together, someday."
He had absolutely no idea of what he was doing, everything was upside down, that boy had turned his world upside down in just fifteen minutes of lap dance.
"I… I c-can't…"
A sad silence fell between them, Graves just couldn't ask him why, it was too personal. instead he tried to ask him about meeting in the club then.
"Okay...would you mind if I came to see you dance again, and maybe ask you for another private dance if you want"
Credence kept silent, new tears were falling down his cheeks but he wiped them quickly with his own sleeve. And since he couldn't bring himself to say a word, he just assented with his head.
"Thank you, Credence...when will you be here? tomorrow?"
The boy nodded again, still looking down. Percival just couldn't resist it and embraced him delicately.
"Hey, cheer up, boy...we don't want your boss finding out that you've been crying. I'll invite you to a drink okay?"
They stood from the couch and walked out of the booth with him, thankfully, the bar was not far from the hallway so he went and ordered a cola with few drops of rum on it and handed it to him.
"See you tomorrow, Credence." He whispered on his ear before sending him away.
He watched him marching out through a backdoor that probably led to the changing rooms and such.
He was surprised to find Grindelwald at the bar where he'd seen him before, he came closer to him.
"Bought him a drink, the boy outdid himself back there, I'll probably come back tomorrow…"
"And I'm glad to hear that, sir… I always take good care of my clients. We'll be waiting for you!"
"Thank you, now, please, this one's on me" Percival slid yet another twenty dollars bill on the countertop next to his glass.
He somehow managed to hide the flow of bile that crept up his throat when he saw Grindelwald smirking at him with his raised cup.
And ditching fucking Sam, he walked out of that place.