Welcome to my new story :D
This story is my entry for 'Camp NaNoWriMo' (don't worry, you don't need to know what that is!) and that means that at the end of the month I hopefully have already more than 50.000 words written of it =)
The story is already completely written in my head, Chapter 2 is finished already and Chapter 3 halfway through! I know I am bad at updating all my other stories but this one is different because it forces me to write on it everyday ;)
I hope you enjoy it and please tell me what you think either here or on tumblr: -blueeyes. tumblr. com
For authors there's nothing that can help you more than reviews and critics! ;)
I sadly do not own Glee or any of the characters, the storyline though I think I kind of own because it was my idea.
Warning: Smut. Not hardcore smut yet, but smut. ;)
It was September 31st, the day had ended as it got darker and clouds covered the sky, making it impossible to see stars tonight. Raindrops were falling down on the grey asphalt and forming puddles on the ground, reflecting the buildings on the street.
"This is the most stupid birthday weather ever!" a brunet boy huffed, who was walking down the sideway with a group of other guys. "Where are we going anyway? I've never been in this area of Lima before."
"Oh stop complaining Duval. And stop asking about where we go all the time. It's a surprise, we've told you that a hundred times." Sebastian, a tall male with bronze colored hair, rolled his eyes at the whining of Nick. It's not like the weather was relevant for their plans tonight anyway.
"Seb is right, Nick. It's your 18th birthday and something unnecessary like rain is really not a topic that should bring your mood down today!" Thad added as the group turned into a small side street.
Nick noticed Trent looking quite uncomfortable and nervous as the chubby boy asked: "Do you think Dalton will notice our absence?"
The question caused all of the other boys to laugh. "Our amazing supervisors wouldn't even notice if we would set the dorms on fire and host the Hunger Games in the ruins of the house" David laughed and received a dispraising look from Wes.
"We are almost there, I can already see the neon- sign", Seb interrupted the boys as they started discussing on who of them would survive the longest in the Hunger Games. Nick squinted, due being short-sighted and not wearing glasses or contact lenses today, so he could make out the blue sign on the end of the small street clearly as well.
"You are bringing me into a club?" he asked in excitement. He had been to 'Scandals' before and loved it, but he never had the chance to go with all of his friends yet- especially Trent, who hated going out and drinking alcohol above everything else.
"Oh please, it's not just any club." Seb rolled his eyes, making Nick curious. "So what club is it then?"
"It's a strip club!" Flint shouted from behind them.
"Even better, it's a gay strip club!" David added and started blushing furiously when he noticed how his words sounded. After all he was the only one of his friends who was straight and even had a girlfriend waiting for him at home. As the others started making jokes about him finally turning gay or bi as well- just like nearly every student at Dalton happened to be- David's' face got even redder. "That was not how I meant it!" he growled to himself as Wes gave him an encouraging tap on the shoulder, talking about how proud he was that David finally found his manly-ness.
Nick didn't even listen to their words anymore, he was way too excited about tonight now and even the rain didn't bother him anymore. "But how are we going to come in? Security here will be way harder to pass with fake ID's than at Scandals."
"And here is where my awesomeness comes in" Seb smirked smugly, causing the others to grown and roll their eyes at his cockiness. "The owner of this club happens to be my uncle and he allowed me to sometimes visit and bring friends, if it doesn't happen too often."
"And why are you telling me that only now?" Nick's jaw dropped and he shot the taller boy a reproachful look.
"Happy birthday!" the other one laughed in response as he raised his hands in defeat.
Nick has never been to a strip club before and he really didn't know what to expect when he stood in front of the green bright metal door with the word Indulgence written in blue neon-letters above. There was a small red carpet on the asphalt and two security guards in black suits and sunglasses standing at the entrance. The door was left ajar and from inside you could see red lights and hear seductive music.
The boys were waiting for Sebastian's uncle to come outside and let them in and while the others joked around, Nick was standing there looking at the sign and chewing at his lips thoughtfully.
He sure loved the surprise. Going out was something he always enjoyed and he also liked to get wasted and make out with different guys but a strip club took his experiences to a whole new level. Did people have sex in there or did they just visit for the entertainment of watching? Nick didn't really know about that but he didn't want to ask Sebastian either and risk to make fun of himself by that question. Sure he has had enough sexual experience with other males as well, but he never had actual sex with anyone before and he really didn't know if he wanted to lose his virginity like this.
Nick shook the thoughts out of his head- what was he even worried about? Even if he would have the possibility to have sex with someone in the club, it wasn't like they would force him to do it, right?
Still he was nervous about this and a look to Trent told him, that the smaller boy felt exactly the same way.
Poor innocent Trent, he never even had a boyfriend before. Nick could see the tenseness on his face and how he definitely didn't want to be here, but still he was- for Nick. The brunet smiled at that, knowing that his best friend would get in such uncomfortable situations for him made his heart flutter and he was really thankful for having a roommate like him. If they both wouldn't have been forced into a room together when they first attended Dalton, they probably wouldn't have talked to each other yet because of their very different personalities, but thanks to Dalton's rule of not being able to choose your own roommate but accept whoever you have to stay with, the boys were closer to each other than anyone else at this school.
"Thank you, you know. I think I would have probably understood it, if you would have stayed at Dalton, though I may have been pissed at the beginning." Nick smiled at Trent.
"Couldn't you have told me that earlier?" his friend laughed awkwardly and scratched the back of his head, obviously not happy with this whole situation.
Nick gave him an encouraging smile: "You know you can still leave if you want to. I won't be mad, I promise."
There was a forced grin on Trent's lips as he answered: "I can't miss all the fun that is going on tonight, right? Maybe I should start to live a little more. If it wasn't for your birthday, you'd definitely owe me something for being here."
"I am all for a few Mountain Dews and a video game evening tomorrow. I'll pay for the Pizza, is that a deal?"
"Do you really think you aren't to hungover tomorrow to eat and play?"
"Okay, video games and Pizza on Sunday night."
"Sounds like a plan!" Trent grinned, but his smile quickly faded away and the insecurity came back again. "Can you promise me to not let me on my own in there tonight?"
Nick just nodded and pulled Trent in for a quick hug, before he let go and turned to Sebastian who called them to come inside.
The second Nick stepped into the foyer of the club, red light engulfed him and his eyes needed a moment to adjust to it. The floor was covered with the same red carpet that was lying on the street and the walls were painted in a lighter shade of the color as well. There were pictures hanging on it, showing some of the male strippers on the pole in lascivious poses and Nick already liked what he saw. In front of him was a fly of stairs going downstairs and he was able to see the strobe light that flashed in there and felt the bass of the music slightly vibrating. To his left there was another room that seemed a little calmer for more intimate moments.
"Here's the thing!" Sebastian said as he gathered his group of friends around him. "Down there is the disco. They have strip shows that are a little more provocative but if you ask me, they are way better. To our left is the 'show-room'- that's how it's called. The shows here are a little more seductive and erotic, not just all sex. If you have the money and the luck that one of the strippers is free, you can also buy a private show with him in a more intimate setting in one of the separated lounges."
"When you say 'intimate', what do you mean by that?" Flint asked what Nick had already been thinking about outside.
"Do you mean sex? Well some of the strippers are up for that for extra cash, but those strip shows are just more personal, nothing really sexual at all. Don't you guys think we should buy our birthday boy one of those hot males to treat him the right way?" A smirk crossed Sebastian's face as the other boys cheered in agreement and Nick started blushing furiously at the thought. He was thankful for the red-colored room so his friends weren't able to see it. "Aaah, that's all nice and stuff guys, but I think we should start by going into the disco first, okay?"
"One last thing!" Seb said as they already started heading to the disco. "You can get drunk, but my uncle said he will kick my ass if anyone of you gets the idea of being in a brawl and the police catch him letting minors into his club."
"Isn't that a reason for us to actually do so?" David laughed, receiving an effortless punch in his ribs from Seb.
"Are you okay?" Nick asked Trent as they stood at the bar and drank a coke. While Trent planed on staying completely sober tonight, Nick just wanted to take it slow.
"Yeah I think so" Trent nodded and took another sip of his drink while Nick started singing "Hand you another drink, drink it if you can" and continued humming the melody of the song they performed at Regionals. They had lost their fellow Warblers in the crowd pretty soon but they were sure that they'd find them again sometimes.
The music was loud and the bass vibrated through his whole body. Nick really liked the feeling- for a reason he always had enjoyed it. For him it always felt like the music was running through his veins.
The dance-floor was completely filled as sweaty bodies moved to the rhythm; men were grinding against each other and other guys had make-out sessions in the corners. On one side of the room was a stage with a short runway and three poles and a clock was adjusted over it, counting down the minutes and seconds until the next show would start.
"Am I the only one feeling like we are watching porn?" Trent asked as he pointed to a couple that was already half- undressed and didn't seem like they bothered to stop.
"Holy shit, better not look a little left from them or otherwise you'll see a guy giving another one a blowjob!" Nick said and Trent's eyes followed his direction before he blushed furiously. "OH MY GOSH!" he squealed and all the color seemed to escape his face. "That is not okay. I really didn't want to see it!"
Nick laughed at how freaked out his best friend seemed to be. "I told you not to look there."
"But you know that you always have to look somewhere if someone tells you not to look there."
The brunet just rolled his eyes in response and looked at the countdown, telling him that there were only 2 minutes left until the show started.
"Hey Trent, how about we go upstairs to watch a show up there?"
The chubby boy just shrugged his shoulders while playing with the straw of his coke. Nick gave him a curious look and as he finally noticed how he may look like- giving a straw a blowjob in a gay strip club was probably not the best thing if you wanted people to stay away from you- he immediately stopped and blushed furiously.
Both boys made their way through the dance-floor to leave the disco as they bumped into Wes, Thad and David who joined them at their way to the show room. Flint and Sebastian were out of sight.
They went up the stairs and from the foyer into the other room whose atmosphere was one hundred percent different than down there.
Nick could feel Trent relax a little next to him as they took in the environment. In the middle of the room was a platform with several poles and the platform were surrounded by comfortable looking couch lounges with little tables in the middle of the curved seating areas. The light here was in the same dimmed color as in the foyer. A small runway connected the platform with a stage on the end of the room just like the one down in the disco. The boys chose one of the lounges that were closest to the platform and as soon as they got seated a good-looking –and shirtless- waiter appeared, asking for their order.
Everyone –except Trent who still had his coke- went with a beer and the waiter brought it to them only seconds later.
"This is the best place ever!" Wes stated after taking a huge sip of the liquid. "I've been to several strip clubs before but they were all lame. If the show here is good as well, I'll make this my new hangout spot." Thad nodded in agreement.
"Personally I get scared by all the gayness that happens here." Trent sighed and everyone shot him a questioning look.
"Dude I would understand if I said that because I am straight, but you are gay- so how can there be too much gayness?" David looked at Trent in confusion and the smaller boy fixed his eyes on the table in front of him, suddenly very fascinated about the pattern on it.
"We've seen guys giving guys blowjobs and our little Trent over here wasn't ready yet for that sight." Nick gave his friend a pat on the shoulder, showing him that it was okay to feel uncomfortable. After all he was nearly one year younger than Nick and the youngest of all of them.
A collective sound of 'Aaawe's' went around the table and Wes chuckled. "Oh come on, it's not like you haven't watched porn before."
"You know there's this small difference between watching porn and watching it in real life." Trent countered and just as Wes wanted to strike back, music started to play and a voice announced the start of the show.
Nick leaned back in the couch and fixed his eyes on the stage, more than ready to watch and hoping to see some really hot strippers. When watching not home-made porn, most of the men were musclemen whose biceps was bigger than their head (and far bigger than their brain) and believe it or not, that was definitely not Nick's type of man.
The music turned louder, seductive sounds filled the room and two men entered the stage, being greeted by cheering applause of the audience. One of them was a red haired and the other one had black hair. Both were wearing wife-beater and shorts. Over the waistband of their shorts you were able to see a thong peek out and they wore biker boots- and was that eyeliner?
"That's hot!" Nick murmured and some of the noises his friends made at the look let him know that they thought exactly the same thing. Only David was sitting there and drinking his beer kind of unimpressed.
The men walked down the runway, their hips swinging in a seductive way with every step they made and they adjusted themselves at two of the poles and slowly moved their bodies to the beat.
Nick swallowed. He could feel his pants tighten and groaned a little, not even ashamed of having an erection in front of his friends. His jaw hung slightly open as he watched the show on the stage. The guys' hands trailed down their own body, first over their chest and down to their hips, playing with the hem of the wife-beater and lifting it up a little, revealing well- defined six-packs that made Nick gasp. Their moves were simultaneous and their hands sneaked down even more, touching themselves over their shorts and their faces showed the raw emotion of pure lust.
Nick knew that this all was just a rehearsed show but he still couldn't stop himself from getting horny more and more with every second that passed.
He was too wrapped up in admiring the red-haired mans moves to notice, but Trent slightly pushed him and pointed to the stage again.
For a moment the brunet forgot how to breathe. Standing in the middle of the stage was a blond boy. He looked younger than Nick though he was pretty sure that he was at least 21 years old. He had light-blond bangs covering his forehead and falling into his eyes, whose color Nick couldn't make out due to being short-sighted and the red lights. Black eyeliner made the boy look dangerous and mysterious. His nose was perfectly defined, as were his lips. Nick could tell that he was tall; his legs seemed endless in those shorts. He was wearing the same outfit as the other boys. His body was well-built- you could surmise the muscles but it wasn't too much.
He was standing there still for another few seconds, his hands on his hips and a dark look on his face, not showing any emotions at all. Then he started moving, placing one foot in front of his other, running down the runway, his hips swinging perfectly and damn, he had a really nice ass!
He grabbed the pole in the front- the one Nick and his friends were closest to- and started wandering around it, arching his body gracefully.
The boy turned around now, his back pressed against the pole and his hands started playing with the hem of his shirt. Sounds of cheers filled the room as he took it off and threw it to the floor, his hands now exploring his body as both other boys- now shirtless as well- came to each of his side and started kissing his neck and sucking his nipples. The blond stood there, his hips jerking up and still winding to the rhythm of the beat as his head fell back against the pole, his face in pleasure. His eyes were closed and his mouth slightly opened. Nick would do everything to hear the delicious moans the boy sure made right now. His pants were painfully tight now and as he kept watching, he wondered what it would be like to feel the boy's mouth around his cock.
The next time Nick came back to the world around him was when the men left the stage and the audience applauded and screamed for more.
"Wow!" Wes breathed in awe and Thad agreed: "I know that is too much information, but I am really turned on right now!"
"I think we all are" Trent mumbled and everyone looked at him in surprise. He just shrugged his shoulders. "What? That was damn hot!"
"There you are!" Sebastian and Flint joined them. "You just missed a show, I tell y-." He stopped talking as he saw the flustered looks on all of their faces and laughed. "It seems like you've seen a good show as well." The two joined their friends and ordered two more beers. "Who's been up on stage?"
"There were a brunet and a red one." Thad answered.
"The red one is definitely Tanner. He's a pretty nice guy; we've had a few opportunities to talk already."
Nick blushed as he added: "And a blond boy was on stage as well."
Seb nodded. "I already thought so. That's Ivan. He and Tanner are really close, I've actually never seen him without the other boy on his side, but I never talked to him before. He seems to be very distant and I don't know his real name." He watched Nick carefully and smirked as he saw how the birthday boy absorbed every fact he could get. "You like him, don't you?"
A blush crept up Nick's neck and colored his cheeks in a dark red as he let out a drowned out "Nooooooo".
TBC soon :)