Title: Chasing the Moon

Author: Rebellecherry

Summary: A summer love between a Straight Edge stripper and unstable rookie cop burns out as their two lives move in different directions, but their romance is never really forgotten not even five years later. Memories of that hot summer followed them for years.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything, the whole concept has probably been done, but it wouldn't leave me alone so here it is.

5 Years Earlier

The music seemed to call to him from outside the building. He didn't drive, he glanced around there were a few guys outside, younger drunk and obviously into the scene. Skinny jeans skin tight tees they spoke in a way that let him know exactly what persuasion they were.

He'd never been boastful about his sexuality, he'd always kept it hidden, it'd always been cause for negative attention. He doubted anyone at work would give two fucks about it, it was San Francisco after all and his captain was openly gay. He just couldn't help what had been ingrained in him since his mother woke up from one of her benders and caught him kissing a guy from up the street. She'd run to her boyfriend who'd beaten him with in an inch of his life.

He hadn't dated since he could remember, and he'd never been the dating type. He couldn't remember the last time he'd made love to anything other than his fist. This was the whole point of this whole exercise was to well to get out. That and maybe to get a little more for his spank bank, those pretty little moany twinks on the broadband weren't cutting it he needed something live and in person. He was meeting up with his friend Joe from work and going to the club where his boyfriend worked.

As if on cue, a big Samoan walked up with his boyfriend tucked under his arm, no doubt the pretty two toned haired man complaining about having to go to work on his night off. But he wasn't about to let Joe go in there without him. Joe was easily one of the most handsome guy on the force. Jon was a bit jealous at the attention he garnered at the office with his bulging muscles and long black hair and his gray eyes. Jon eventually came to see it as an advantage, while everyone was swooning over Joe he could get done with needed to be done.

"Sorry we're late," Joe apologized, "couldn't find a place to park."

"It's fine I was early took Bart, got a bite then walked up from the restaurant," Jon explained.

"Jon, I'd like you to meet my boyfriend Colby," Joe said.

"Nice to meet you," Jon said.

Colby didn't make eye contact he nodded his head and turned his attention to Joe, "Can we go inside? I can get us in with no cover so long as we make it before eleven, and it's ten minutes till."

"Sure babe," Joe pulled the smaller man closer.

Jon sighed, he longed to have someone to hold close, not specifically yearning for a relationship he just wanted that closeness without being tied down, being in a new city it was hard to meet people when he was in police car most of trapped behind the desk the other portion of the time.

Jon sighed, he'd never really dated before, the closest he'd come was the friends with benefits thing he had with his old desk partner in Cincinnati the only man Jon had met that was so far in the closet he'd been getting cobwebs, the man had been too focused on making sure no one found out that the relationship crumbled.

"Let's go check out some guys what do you say rookie?" Joe cocked a smile at Jon and they made their way inside the building.

Colby had wiggled out from under Joe's arm and was speaking softly to the blonde beast of a bouncer.

"What are you doing here I thought you had the night off," the bouncer said.

"I do but, Joe wanted to show his friend from work a good time," Colby said, "no way I was letting him come here without me not with all those thirsty tricks in the back."

The bouncer guffawed pushing his longish blond hair out of the way he stepped aside for them to enter, "Have fun and don't let any of those thirsty tricks near your man and have fun Sethie."

"Thanks, Diesel," Colby said stalking ahead of them a little swivel in his perfect hips, which Jon was certain made up for a lot of his more abrasive personality traits and that round ass didn't hurt.

Jon was confused but Colby was sure to clarify, "Nobody here knows my government name except Adam and Trish the owners because they sign my checks, and I'd like it to stay that way."

They made their way to the bar where a big guy with a beaming smile was standing. He was handsome in an unassuming way, full lips, long eyelashes dark hair hidden by a beat up ball cap, his facial hair was neatly groomed. His overall countenance was too much big goofy straight guy than friendly gay guy. He was a top at best and Jon didn't bottom.

A commotion distracted the easily distracted Jon. A small dancer was on stage and one of the older men at the table in the front was hassling him, Jon nearly stepped in on instinct but a large African American bouncer stepped in and took the dancer backstage with him while Diesel and another bouncer escorted the man out despite the others at his table protesting.

"What will you have Handsome?" the bartender asked in the silky baritone of his mid-western accent.

"Oh, Cabana don't start your shit, you don't like dick," Colby said waving his hand.

"Seriously, Colt, this is my friend Jon from work," Joe said, "don't play gay with him unless you're going throw him a bone."

"I might be down to experiment your friend is hot," Cabana shrugged.

"You'll keep your experiments to yourself," Colby told him, "he's new in town and who knows when the last time he's gotten laid. I want him to see some of the talent the city has to offer, not the unwashed straight guys."

"Hey, it's not my fault I'm straight I was born that way," Cabana said in mock indignation, "Could set him up with Punk he needs to date more."

"Sure," Colby said, "I want a Starstuck, gimme real Goose, not that fucking cheap shit you like to pawn off on the other guys in the back, remember it's my night off and I'm a paying customer."

"Take a chill pill Ice Queen, I know the consequences for not giving you top shelf," Cabana said, "You act like I'm amateur, I'm on my shit like Tom Cruise in Cocktail."

"I'll have a beer," Jon said getting bored already, his eyes darting to the stage.

"Give me the same," Joe said.

Cabana gave them two Coronas, Jon took his, and decided to go ahead and start a tab.

"You getting all three?"

"Sure why not," Jon said.

"You are not," Joe argued.

"If the doof wants to pay let him buy this round," Colby said, "it's eleven fifteen Punk's up I'm getting a good seat for this, bring me my drink and don't fuck it up Cabana."

Colby stalked away to any empty table in the front.

"Is the sex so good you put up with that shit willingly?" Jon asked.

"He can be really sweet," Joe said, "he's not good with new people and he hates coming here on his days off."

"Damn so it's all me, the attitude tonight?" Jon asked as they walked toward the table..

"No, I think he thinks you're cool people," Joe said, "he did call Cabana out for trying to flirt with you."

"I could totally tell he was straight," Jon smirked, "Best gaydar in Ohio."

They'd barely grabbed seats at the table Colby had chosen before music started and the lights lowered. It was an indy track he didn't recognize but the throb of the bass was catchy.

A lone figure appeared on stage. The spotlight descended on the figure, and Jon could see a bit more clearly, his heart pounded when he met those eyes, the light did nothing to help him discern the color, they were green or maybe brown kohl rimmed, and stood out with the Batman mask and eye shadow, without which the Batman costume would have been kind of pointless. Jon was floored by that gaze, the man didn't break it a smirk appeared on his face as he started to move, and Jon's eyes slipped down to his hips and started taking his lean body covered in tight spandex leaving Jon to wonder how he was actually going to get it off.

Punk slid over to the edge of the stage conveniently near their table, and on the side where Jon was sitting. The costume was comprised of two pieces apparently he slid the top over his head revealing his tight toned body and the considerable ink that covered it. Silver nipple rings glittered from the stage, and Jon wanted to tug on them with his teeth, he was also particularly fond the Straight Edge rocker on his stomach, he wanted to taste every letter, and he was close enough to touch instead though Jon forked over a crumpled fistful of ones and tens, and got himself a smile in response. Punk was gone over to the other side of the stage where the old men were, one tried to grab him this one a fat balding man who was trying to hold on to long ponytail that Jon thought had to be velcroed on to his head.

Punk shoved the man away, and went back to dancing doing moves that showed off his flexibility then the pants were gone and he was left in a skimpy yellow thong and boots bearing the Batman logo. The lights went down and the music changed and Jon had to compose himself and pretend he'd not been affected by the dance or Punk's gloriously round posterior.

"He's awesome isn't he?" Colby said, "And that was a tame performance, he's one of the guys that inspired me to get into the business. I used to be a gymnast, fucked up my ankle on a landing couldn't find anything that made me feel close to it except this."

Cabana brought Colby his drink.

"Took you long enough, bitch," Colby said taking and sipping carefully through the straw.

Cabana ignored him, "What did you think? He's my best friend I could get you a private dance if you wanted."

"He was hot," Jon said, "lemme think about it."

Cabana nodded and pulled a face and went over to the old men's table.

"You should totally get a dance from Punk," Colby said.

Joe shrugged, "Up to you man. Though the dances in the VIP area are gonna run you 400 but you get like four dances and there's free drinks, and you might be able to talk to him. The booths are semi private, there usually another guy and a dancer there and it's like in these veiled stalls and it's 50 for a dance."

Jon nodded this was mostly supposed to be an adventurous first step, seek and destroy, he wasn't prepared to be completely alone with Punk he'd go for a dance in the booth he tried to muster some courage but couldn't in the end three dances, and four beers later one from a big guy named Skip Sheffield that turned his stomach he gave in and went to the bar and told Cabana he wanted a dance with Punk in the booth.

Cabana grinned, "Can I interest you in something a little more private?"

"I'm good," Jon whispered blushing a bit being alone with Punk would eithe lead to him making an ass out of himself or fucking the Straight Edge stripper senseless there was no bones about it.

Cabana waved over the large bouncer who'd collected the smallest dancer from the stage after he was groped by the old man.

"He wants Punk for a dance in the booth," Cabana told him.

"I want two dances actually," Jon said, "Can you charge my card?"

"Of course," Cabana said.

The bouncer came over.

"Big E, can you take him to the booth room, and get Punk, tell him he's got two dances with the guy at table two by the stage, one of Seth's boyfriend's friends."

E nodded and led Jon through the club. The throb of the bass seemed even louder in the back. It was dark with neon lights and semi private booths decked out in leather with sheer curtains, E directed him to one in the back with a sheer blue curtain. He sat down on the soft leather and waited.

There were other dances going on the room the small dancer that E had carried out when they'd first arrived was giving one of the young guys Jon had seen out front a lap dance there was a bleached blonde dancer giving a pale ginger haired man a lap dance.

"I was hoping it would be you," Punk appeared in front of him wearing black Speedos with a row of black stars on them and matching boots and nothing else the snarky tone and his Midwest accent so much like Cabana's struck him immediately.

He brought their hips together and let his arms rest looped around Jon's shoulders other than straddling Jon's thighs that was the only place their bodies touched.

"So you've been thinking about me already," Jon smirked right back at him.

"You're easily the more interesting of the bunch more interesting than the corporate douches at the other front table, or the hipsters in the back," Punk said snapping his hips to the beat of the song.

"You think so?" Jon remarked.

"Yep," Punk said, "one thing though I'd like to know."

"Yeah," Jon said.

Punk leaned close to whisper everything about him invading Jon's senses, his smell the way his body fit along Jon's, "Did you pop wood for me when I danced?"

"Yes," Jon admitted, "Though Sheffield made it all go away."

"You poor thing," Punk said grinding down on Jon's lap for the first time, "We'll find a way to bring it back."

"That'll surely do it," Jon said.

"You got a name?" Punk asked moving Jon's hands from hovering at his hips to cup the curve of his ass desperately trying not to touch Punk he didn't know the rules.

"Jon," he said swallowing hard Punk did something with his hips that was bring friction down on his groin.

"I'm Punk," he said, "now that we've been introduced, I guess it's okay if you put your hands on my ass."

Maintaining eye contact during that dance was hard, Punk had washed away most of the shadow from his eyes but they were still kohl rimmed and dramatically green and Jon was sucked in by them. They had so much soul and they were haunted. He'd never forget those eyes. Punk moved on Jon's lap this time facing away from him sliding across Jon's lap that way his attention was on that ass. He was close again and Jon leaned forward smelling his hair, Punk turned again quickly the jet black strands falling into his face. Jon liked the long hair he wanted to touch him but he didn't know the rules.

"You can touch me if you want," Punk said, "we just gotta keep it tame, this is public venue in a classy establishment."

Jon did touch him then trailing his fingers up the side of Punk's neck skimming across his face then threading through his silky hair. Punk met his gaze and their was such heat in it. Punk stilled on his lap. Jon kept one hand carding through Punk's hair the other arm locked around his waist holding him in place the fingers stroking his hip.

Jon wasn't sure how long they sat like that but Big E was calling Punk away and Jon had to reluctantly let go for fear of bodily harm. Jon couldn't get himself together after the encounter he ended up texting Joe telling him he was heading and out thanks for the good time he snuck out the back shaken to the core by how much he'd felt when he was with Punk in that booth. He wanted to run, he'd never felt anything remotely like that he was terrified.

This had been a seek and destroy mission. He was to scout the local talent, get a phone number maybe enjoy a fuck but at best find a new fantasy, with Punk he had that and more. He ended up walking home in record time. He took a cold shower, to fight away his erection he couldn't stop thinking of those green eyes and that ass, he ended up curling his hand around his unrelenting erection. He thought about the things he would do if he could touch Punk like he wanted if he could hold him the way he was needing to. He imagined smoothing his hands down Punk's sides, feeling the softness he found there. Then he moved his hands up to Punk's chest pulling on the sliver rings, the sounds he imagined Punk making were turning him on beyond belief. He imagined cupping that firm ass as he thrusted into the lithe body on his lap. He imagined fucking Punk on sight during that second dance, unhooking his jeans, sliding those Speedos aside and just taking him.

Thinking about Punk clenching around him like a tight vise had him coming into his fist abruptly. When he came back to himself he was shivering against the tile wall under the cold spray. Well, he'd accomplished what he'd set out to do, get new material for his self love sessions. But Punk's gaze had promised more than just a decent fantasy and as much as it terrified him Jon was desperate to know more, to get closer whatever it was that gaze promised.