Matt sat at the barstool looking around at all the male strippers, and the waiters dressed in the skimpiest outfits he thought they could possibly get them in. He sighed, why am I here again? He was reminded of exactly why as a certain brown-haired co-worker of his sat down at the barstool next to him.

It was almost ironic, his entire department got dragged here for Light's bachelor party, and he was getting married to a female, yet, if Matt had any say in it, it didn't appear as if Light had much of a problem with all the flashing dicks in his face. Then again, he probably just likes looking at them and thinking about how much better his is, although I would put money on the fact that with how obsessed he is with perfection that his is smaller than everyone's in this room. He laughed at the thought looking back at his drink chugging it down before asking for another.

Light shot him a look when he heard him laughing and Matt simply shrugged at him, he wasn't sure why he was even invited to this thing. To say that he and Light tolerated each other was a stretch; they outright ignored each other if they could, were half-way decent at best if they couldn't.

"Matt?" He turned seeing L and giving him a small smile watching him climb up onto one of the stools. He wondered how he managed to keep his balance on such a little space but almost immediately dismissed it. L had done things that seemed much more impossible and managed them, sitting in the stool like that was hardly an issue for him.

"Yeah L?" He asked in return, his head resting on his hand his eyes showing his boredom. There wasn't much for him to do here; he refused to dance, and while the music was catchy it just didn't hold his interest for long. All he really wanted to do was to go home and play his new video game that he had been cruelly deprived of due to the certain raven-haired boy next to him and his insistence that he had to get out of his apartment at some point besides for work.

"It wouldn't appear that you are having very much fun." L noted and he gave a small laugh, as if it wasn't obvious enough how little he wanted to be here. Sure, he didn't mind watching all the guys, but he knew better than to think he could get any of them so it was better for him not to stare too much and torture himself further. He just shrugged in response glad when one of the waiters brought over another drink and he took a drink of it leaning back. Damn did that one have a nice ass, he thought in longing before reluctantly pulling his eyes away and looking back toward L.

"I'm just tired." It wasn't a complete lie, but it might as well have been and he knew L saw that. He was a bit tired, but for the most part he just really wasn't having fun, in fact it was kind of depressing being here. Made him realize just how shitty it could be being single. He looked down at his drink his fingers tapping on the glass a bit.

L smiled a bit, one of his knowing smiles and Matt gave him a sideways look. It was never good when L got one of those looks…

"It would seem that there is a man over there that keeps looking at you." Matt looked up to where L was referring to and saw the blonde that had come over here before, the one with the nice ass. He laughed and shook his head.

"Nice of you to get my hopes up and all, but he's a waiter, he's probably just checking to make sure my drink isn't empty again." He gives L an honest smile, at least he was trying to help, but all he received in return was a look that said he was insulting L's intelligence and he shook his head. There was no way that guy was looking at him for any other reason than his job. He glanced at him again his eyes taking in the tight leather and perfect body and he pulled his eyes away before he started drooling. Yeah, he definitely wouldn't be interested. He looked at L.

"I'm going to go home, it's getting late." He stood before the detective could stop him and headed towards the doors, he was no longer in the mood to even play his games when he got home. In fact, all he felt like doing was crawling in bed and sleeping his misery away.

Matt started his car pulling out of the parking lot and heading home trying to convince his mind that he should be happy with what he had, but in the end he just kept coming back to the same thing. He was almost 19, he was single, and had pretty much nothing going for him besides the tech job and his dog.

Speak of the devil, he thought as he opened the door to his apartment and the fat ass dog came over and lay on his foot.

"Link, really?" He laughed picking up the overweight beagle bringing him to his own room and plopping him down on the sheets before doing the same himself. He closed his eyes and willed sleep to come, and for the thoughts of that waiter at the bar to go away.

Matt was back in the same gay bar, and he looked around wondering what the hell was going on. He could have sworn he had gone home. He ran a hand through his hair, the entire place was empty. Or, he had thought so until the light on stage suddenly went on revealing the blonde from earlier, except now, Matt really was drooling. Damn...he thought, staring at him.

He was now dressed in a black and white French maid outfit, the skirt barely covering his dick, and he looked at Matt smirking. If Matt hadn't been turned on he definitely was now. The gleam in his eye was enough to make anyone pay for more, the guy was practically radiating sex, spreading it like some kind of disease, and Matt had definitely caught it, the growing tent in his pants was proof of this.

Matt watched as the blonde started moving along the pole, twisting his body around it, moving as if it were completely natural to grind and lace around a pole like that. Wait, when the fuck did a pole get there? Oh well, he thought, it fits the mood.

The waiter, which had turned into some kind of cross-dressing stripper, was now hanging upside down held up by his legs, the skirt having fallen to reveal a black lace thong, and everything underneath said thong. Matt licked his lips a bit in anticipation as the blonde began to move his hand along his thighs. Matt couldn't help but relish in that perfectly tanned skin his eyes following his hand with rising lust. The object of his attention was now sliding down the pole slowly moving his body back to be up straight before moving away from the pole and then the stage completely.

Oh dear lord… Matt thought watching the blonde walk towards him, the slim hands sliding under the skirt and discarding the lace continuing to walk toward the gamer who might as well have been frozen, because he couldn't so much as blink.

Matt felt the extra weight as he moved to sit in his lap on the stool leaning forward and licking at his bottom lip, those blue eyes watching his giving him the sexiest look Matt had ever seen and he whimpered slightly. The other boy was now grinding down into him a smirk gracing his features as he bites at Matt's lip sliding his tongue into his mouth dominating him.

Matt put a hand on his inner thigh letting it run upwards closer and closer to the awaiting member. He felt completely intoxicated by him his thoughts having been drowned out by lust quite some time ago and he pulled the blonde closer. His hips moved up toward the hand that he felt creeping to his pants, undoing the zipper almost torturously slowly pressing down on him teasing the needy muscle. Matt moaned his eyes rolling back a bit. He was highly aware that his pants were now being slid lower….lower…

Matt woke with a start, his breath coming out as nothing more than short pants, sweat beading up on his forehead and he groaned as he looked down at himself biting his lip as he falls back onto the pillows. This was just great, he had wanted the blonde out of his head…now he was almost guaranteed that he would never rid of him.

Matt put his hands over his face, he almost laughed, he couldn't even say that would never happen in his wildest dreams.