It was a warm day in Miami and and the latest ruby conference was just heating up as the rest of the city cooled down. It was the final night and the organizers decided to close it out with a raging after party inside the conference center with guest DJ Flo Rida.
The lights were turned down and lasers and flog filled the room as the deep bass vibrated the hearts and souls of sweaty rubists. The alcohol was flowing and Matz decided he would need a drink or two before he decided to slide on down to the dance floor. He sleepishly walked over to the bar and drank down some shots before losing himself to the beat.
He had given a talk on stage that day about ruby. He was the chief architect. This should be easy. He should feel like a god among those who used his language, but he didn't. Something wasn't quite right. Something felt missing. Then he felt something. Hands glenty guided his hips along with the beat. He thought it might be a code of conduct violation, but then he remembered he didn't believe in those things. He leaned backward into the warm body behind him.
"Now you're on rails," the voice said into his ear tickling his neck.
Matz turned around in shock and noticed the hands belonged to DHH the man responsible for Rails a framework that used ruby, his language. His heart leaped. He'd often wondered if DHH reciprocaded his feelings. Their two technologies had been such a good match and he wondered if maybe, just maybe, they too were meant to be together.
Matz's cheeks flushed and DHH pulled him aside,
"Do you want to get out of here," he asked learning close to ensure Matz could hear.
Matz nodded slowly and allowed DHH to direct him out of the conference center. He wasn't sure what would happen next, but his heart beat loudly in his chest with excitement. As if DHH could hear the loud thump eminating from within him he placed his own hand over his heart.
"Me too," he said.
They walked together to a very strange and dramatic looking car.
"What kind of car is this," asked Matz looking at his own reflection within the angular shape.
"Oh, it's a Pagani Zonda. I have one back home I just am borrowing this one for the day from a friend. It's beautiful isn't it."
"Is it dangerous?"
"Not with someone as experienced as me driving," replied DHH, "unless you want it to be." With a wink DHH unlocked the car and Matz slide around to get into the passenger seat.
The car growled with pleasure as it turned on and DHH seemed to be doing the same. The car was not going slow and so Matz decided he wasn't going to either. He reached over and grabbed something that was almost as hard as the shifter and began stroking with the rhythm of the pounding music inside the car.
Suddenly DHH looked up.
"Ah! I think I'm gonna—" he shouted as he struggled the keep the car on the road during the zenith of pleasure. DHH looked back at Matz.
"You just wait until we get to the hotel. No one is an overnight success, but I will try my hardest to become the first one," he said hitting the gas and taking the Zonda at reckless speeds.
When they arrived at the hotel they rushed to the elevator and wasted no time finding each other's lips. Matz tried to open his mouth to speak, but could only get a few sllyables out between kisses.
"Mmm— Rrrr— Iii—," he managed as he tried to come up for air.
The reached the hotel room still clung together neither wishing to let go and fell down to the freshly made bed. Tangled. Rolling. Sweating.
"It's your turn," whispered DHH into his ear as he laid himself behind him.
Pleasure shook Matz as DHH screamed in joy,
"My dick is omakase!"