Dear Diary,
I can't believe I am agreeing to go out clubbing with Sebastian. He bustled in to my room this afternoon and started going through my closet. He informed me that he was taking me out and that I had promised to let him dress me up. How could I forget that? So here I am dressed up all gray and black with laced boots up to my knees as my own personal touch since Bas didn't think to pick out shoes. I'm sure he won't mind too much. I am a little nervous though. I haven't gotten drunk since the shoe/Bambie incident of sophomore year and I have no idea how much of an embarrassing drunk I am. Oh well, here's hoping I don't vomit or pass out on Bastian. Wish me luck.
After taking a calming breath and brushing down my outfit one last time I walked out into the hallway where I was met with a decked out Sebastian. He looked good, in dark blue skinny jeans and a red skin tight shirt. He glanced up, noticed me, and smiled.
"Hey you," He greeted coming over to me, "You ready to go? I already got the all clear from your dad after some major persuasion." I nodded.
"Yeah, where are we going?"
"A little place called Club 18. There are plenty of gay dance clubs if you know where to go, but 18 is my favorite."
"Fun."
"Let's go, Princess." He led me out the door to his waiting car. Not fifteen minutes later we reached a club and I realized my knee was shaking up and down with nerves. "Hey, relax." He reached out and put his hand on my thigh after he parked.
"Yeah, sorry." He squeezed my leg.
"This is about having fun. You drink and dance and I make sure that you are safe. Look I got you a new and real believable fake ID and everything." I nodded and gave a brief smile taking my new ID which did look pretty good and actually had my picture this time.
"Let's go." We got out and walked to the entrance.
"By the way, Princess?"
"Yeah?"
"I like your Bitch boots." I blushed but was saved from answering when we both had to give the bouncer our IDs and pays a cover fee to get in. We got stamps to say we were both over twenty-one, thanks to our IDs, and we went inside.
It was like a scene straight out of Queer as Folk at the Babylon. Having been to Scandals I thought places like this didn't actually exist. There were guys decked out in full leather and full nearly see through mesh and silk. I gulped feeling my eyes widening at the sight of two shirtless men grinding on each other.
"Oh, wow. This is, um, different." I said suddenly feeling like I had dry mouth. I felt Bastian's arm wrap around my waist and pull me closer.
"Lost in wonderland there, Alice?" I blushed again and looked at my boots. "Let's get you a drink." He tugged me over towards to bar. It was lit up with neon blue lighting and the bar tender was shirtless except for a bowtie.
"Bonjour. What can I get you mes beaux mecs?" He winked at both of us.
Bas sat down on a stool and pulled me in between his legs. His arm found my shoulders and his fingers wound their way into my hair. Any other time I would have scolded him for messing up my hair, but it made me feel safe and relaxed. He was physically reminding me that he was there to watch out for me and make sure I felt comfortable. I smiled and leaned back against his chest letting him order for us. Soon two drinks arrived, a bottle of some French beer and a mixed drink. It was pink. I raised an eyebrow.
"What?" Bas laughed, "I swear I picked it because I thought you would like it. Its vodka with grapefruit juice to sweeten it up. Try it." He handed it to me. And held up his beer to toast. I clinked it against my glass and took a careful sip. It was sweet. It was nothing like the subtlety of wine or the harshness of the straight liquor April had given me. I liked it, a lot.
"Mmm." I licked my lips happily and took another big sip. Bastian chuckled at me and I ignored him in favor of finishing off my glass. "Can I have another one?" I asked. He smiled and motioned to the bartender for a refill.
"I think we found your poison, Princess." He smirked at me and tugged me closer against him. I grabbed the new glass as it arrived and took another sip.
"I thought you weren't going to drink." I scolded as he finished off his beer.
"Relax," He scoffed, "I had one beer. I'm barely buzzed and it will work its way out of my system in no time." I nodded sipping my drink and leaning closer to Bas. He smelled good. I noticed my drink was empty and frowned at it and put it down on the bar, on its side. Bas laughed and flipped it right up before it rolled off the bar. I turned towards him and buried my nose into his collarbone.
"Mmm. You smell good." Whoops. I hadn't meant to admit that out loud. I felt the chuckle vibrate through his chest.
"Looks like you're a bit of a lightweight, Kurty," He teased, "Can't say I'm surprised." I smacked his chest unable to be as witty as I usually would. I wasn't completely gone but I felt fuzzy. I must be buzzed I concluded. I felt warm and happy.
"Hey, Bas?" I asked looking for confirmation, "Am I buzzed?" He laughed and I felt him lift my face with fingers under my chin. I looked up and realized his face was really close to mine. Wow his eyes were really green. I had always been under the impression they were more hazel but I had never been this close. Even in the dim bar lighting all I could see was bright green.
"Yes, Princess, you are in fact buzzed. But don't worry; I'll take care of you." He brushed his thumb against my cheek.
"Your eyes are green." I said dumbly repeating my earlier realization.
"Yes, yes they are."
"Oh, right." I responded just as stupidly. I think I might actually be a little bit more far gone than just buzzed. Great, I am a total lightweight. At least I didn't vomit. He chuckled again and I pouted not liking that he was laughing at me. He pouted right back at me and the hand that wasn't under my chin was at my hip tugging me closer until our chests were brushing. Even though he was seated he was still a hair taller than me and I liked it. I was so used to having to lean down to kiss (Adam and I had never made it past a few awkward dates and a kiss on the cheek I do not count). I wondered what it would be like to have to stand on my tip toes to kiss.
"You wanna go dance?" Sebastian asked breaking my train of thought.
"Huh? Oh. Sure, I guess so." I agreed. He pulled his stool out from under him, tossed some cash on the bar to pay for our drinks, and pulled me out to the dance floor by my wrist. I got a little dizzy at the sudden motion and the dance floor's spinning lights didn't help.
"Woah, spinning." I complained closing my eyes and holding my head with my free hand. We stopped and I felt his hand find the side of my face again and his arm wrap around my waist. I slowly opened my eyes and found green eyes calming me.
"Use me as an anchor. Wrap your arms around my neck." I reached up and held on. My fingers felt the soft hair at the back of his neck and I twisted it in play. He hummed happily and let his hand drop from my face to match the other around my waist. The song that was currently playing finished and a new one started. After a few second a fuzziness I recognized the song.
"Oh, I like this song! The glee club sang it at, was it sectionals or regionals last year?" I started shaken my hips to it. Bas pulled me closer and our hips sealed together, his own hips matching my rhythm. That felt good. I sang along. "I don't care! I love it! I don't care!" I threw my head back and watched the flashing lights spin above me. Bastian's laugh blurred with the music. And then after a while the song blurred into the next one under the skilled hands of the DJ.
"This one is kinda perfect." Bastian commented with a murmur in my ear. I listened to the artist singing 'This is night life!' and laughed. It was fitting. This was Sebastian showing me the night life of Paris.
"I like it." I threw my head back and forth rocking out, freeing my arms to throw them over my head. I heard Bastian laughter continue and I knew without opening my eyes that he was grinning like a mad man. He tugged me closer with a jerk of my jean's belt loops and I stumbled into him. I gripped the collar of his t-shirt to steady myself. The song faded into the next club mix.
It had a heady beat. It informed me to dance and I did. But it wasn't the dancing I normally did, full of twirls and shimmies, this was the kind of dancing I had only heard of. I buried my face into Bas' sweaty neck and pressed my body up against him completely. I let him take total control of the motion of my hips as he rolled our bodies together to the thump of the bass. Fuck, I though, if I wasn't so drunk I would get hard from this. Then I noticed that Bastian was in fact hard against me.
"Oh!" I gasped. I heard Bas suck air through his nose suddenly and he stepped back a bit.
"S-sorry!" He was actually blushing. I shook my head.
"N-no! It's fine. I don't mind." I reached out for him trying to pull his warm, hard body against mine again. It was hot that I was making him turned on. I wanted to do it some more. He came to me willingly and the music faded to a slightly slower song. It was still a dance remix but it was enough for us to slow the pace and calm both our breathing and other places.
As the song sang about feeling close to someone else, Sebastian leaned forward and pressed his forehead to mine, our noses brushing with every movement. We were almost still. Our feet barely lifted choosing rather to just sway together instead. His hand slid down my side all the way to my thigh and back up. The music changed to a slow piano and a man started speaking in French.
"Kurt, I don't, I mean, I'm not going to take advantage of you." Sebastian said over the music after clearing his throat. I smiled.
"I know. Dance with me." He nodded and we swung our hips together as the music picked up and I laughed happily.
"You look amazing tonight." Bas all but growled the next time we got pressed close enough to be heard over the music.
"You picked my outfit." I teased with a blush.
"Yeah but I wasn't talking about the clothes you are wearing. I just mean you. The way you move," He rolled our hips and I think I might have moaned. I am positive I closed my eyes at the feeling. "The way you feel against me, react to me. The fact that you're so loose and relaxed right now. The way your lips are stained pink from the grapefruit juice," I bit my lip, "or that you're letting me mess up your hair." He was right. He had his fingers tangled in my hair. The song changed from one French song to another without me noticing the difference. "You look good with your feathers ruffled, Princess."
I wanted to tell him how hot he looked too. I wanted to tell him everything I wanted him to do to further ruffle me. I just couldn't get anything out but heaving panting and whine. I couldn't distinguish the fuzzy weight of the alcohol buzz from the heady lust settling over me. Before I could even start to clear my head the DJ switched the song and Bas spun me around. I was pressed up against him, back to front, his arm across my chest and his fingers on the other hand creeping under my shirt at my hip and twirling circles. I melted back against him allowing him to rock me with him. Then he kissed my neck.
"Bas." I moaned leaning back to give him more skin. I reached up and behind me to grip his hair and tug him down to me. He groaned and tickled under my ear with his nose but didn't kiss again though I could feel his breath. "Again." I whined impatiently and I heard and felt him chuckle. And then he kissed that spot under my ear.
"Can't say no to you, Kurty, you're my weakness." I liked the idea of being Sebastian Smythe's weakness. I was going to tell him such when the DJ interrupted my thought by announcing the last song of the night. It started playing and as it did actual glitter began raining from the ceiling.
"Oh my good god!" I exclaimed untangling my hands from Sebastian to reach out, palms to the sky, and try to catch as much of it as I could. In the blink of an eye all thoughts of lust were gone. It was like I was suddenly a small child again. I separated from Bas completely and spun in circles while Rihanna sang. "Bas! Bas, look! It's raining glitter. It's fucking raining glitter!" He was just grinning happily and watching me with amusement. He looked so completely happy that I couldn't help but widen my already large smile and reach out a hand to him. He took it and spun me around in circles, twirling in the glitter until we were both laughing ourselves silly. The song ended and everyone clapped. I had almost forgotten they were there.
"Come on, let's get out of here." Bas offered and I agreed. I decided that since I was obviously inebriated and couldn't be held responsible for my actions tonight, one more little dirty, flirty trick wouldn't hurt. I leaned close to him and whispered in his ear.
"Take me home, Bastian." I purred and then pulled away with a wink turning to walk towards the exit.
"Fuck."
Note:
I made a youtube playlist of the songs they dance too. I recommend you listen to try to get a feel for the mood: not sure which link will work best.
playlist?list=PLlA1m7rBgxlcwtDZh96kXsVn_8ONkC9c6
or
watch?v=wwCwOkvoNsQ&list=PLlA1m7rBgxlcwtDZh96kXsVn_8ONkC9c6
hopefully one (or both?) of those work! Thanks!
just and 3 w's then dot youtube dot com /
in front of those! u know what i mean :)
