The music blared and lights flashed in time to the pulsating beats, illuminating men on the dance floor in various stages of undress. A few groups crowded near the bar, calling out drink orders to the slightly frazzled but still good-looking bartender. A dim light indicated that there was a back room, although, judging from the moaning sounds coming from it, there wasn't dancing going on there.
Techno music pounded out of the speakers, but there was a whisper that went through the entire club as the door opened that everyone heard perfectly. Fresh meat.
Simon looked slightly nervous in this kind of establishment and went over to the bar, casucally leaning against the counter. Almost immediately, he was approached by someone, a tall good looking man with dark hair wearing black leather pants and a shirt that hung open in the front, revealing a developed upper body.
"Wanna dance?"The man asked, leaning up to Simon's ear. Simon nodded, trying to act like he did this kind of stuff every night. He followed the man onto the dance floor and tried to mimic the movements of everyone else, seductively grinding his body against the other man. "God.. you're sexy.. what's your name?" Simon gave him a self-assured smirk and was about to answer when he was tapped on the shoulder.
"Simon?" Mike asked, one brow raised in confusion. "What are you doing here?"
"Dancing." He turned to the tall man. "I'm Simon."
"Stuart."
"There you have it, Michael, I'm dancing with Stuart." Simon smiled cutely. Mike laughed sarcastically and yanked on Simon's arm.
"I'm going to steal him for just a minute.." He pulled Simon to the other end of the club. "I know we agreed we weren't a couple or anything.. but it doesn't mean you hook up with the biggest slut in the fucking club the next day."
"It's okay Mikey, I'll still fuck you, you don't have to be jealous." Simon patted Mike on the head.
"Don't patronize me.." He yanked away, glaring. "Simon, before you go get your brains fucked out, maybe you should tell your parents so at least when you get infected, they'll know -why-."
"I'll think about it. G'night, Mikey." Simon walked back through the crowd, looking around. Two arms grabbed him from behind.
"I thought maybe you left with your boyfriend." Stuart purred into his ear.
"He's not my boyfriend."
"Too bad. He's cute."
Simon shrugged. "Not interested in a relationship."
"Ooh, a plus.. Do you wanna come back to my flat?"
He grinned. "Who wouldn't?" As he followed Stuart out of the club, he caught a glimpse of Mike standing at the counter and he shrugged before the door closed behind him.
Simon yawned and rested his head on his desk, the 'thud' resounding throughout the classroom. The other students chuckled before turning back to their own conversations. Simon groaned. He was used to being hungover, but he had never been so.. well.. -sore-. Stuart had fucked him nearly all night, and although he had kept his promise to go slow at first, he sped up relentlessly at times.. Simon had to check and make sure he wasn't bleeding once or twice. He sighed, feeling a pencil poking him in the back.
"I'm going to ram that bloody thing down your throat..." Simon muttered warningly. Chris laughed.
"Let me guess.. up all night studying?"
"Well, I did get some new knowledge..."
"Do tell."
The teacher slammed the door as the bell rang and Simon sat up straight, muttering "Maybe later."
The lesson continued right up until the bell rang and Simon was thrilled to get to free period. Mike sat down next to him in the empty classroom. "Have fun last night?"
"Does it always hurt?" Simon asked in an undertone. Mike chuckled.
"Your own fault."
"Hey.. look, I'm sorry I was an arse."
Mike shrugged. "Don't worry about it."
"Well.. do you want to go to the club tonight? Like.. on a da--"
"Christ, what a bitch that woman is.. she makes Hitler look cuddly." Chris flopped down, dropping an armload of textbooks on his desk, turning it around to face the other two. Simon cleared his throat.
"Y..yeah." He opened his binder. Members of the football team started to file into the room and regarded the three with the grudging respect that existed between the different sports teams. They shoved a smaller boy out of a desk, laughing.
"You're in my spot, you little faggot.."
Chris raised an eyebrow as he saw both Simon and Mike flinch. "What's up with you two?"
"Do you have a problem with faggots?" Simon asked in a low tone, not turning his head. The accused boy sat on the floor in a daze, trembling while the football players stared in shock. They weren't the only shocked ones. Chris and Mike were staring at Simon like he was..
"Are you out of your fucking mind!?" Chris whispered tersely "They're going to kill you.."
"You know, a recent study shows that most people harboring homophobic tendancies are simply acting out on their own repsressed homosexuality." Simon said, ignoring the shocked laughter from his friends and the growl from the football player that he had insulted. He stormed over and grabbed Simon by the shoulder.
"I'm going to beat ye to a pulp.." He glared, not liking how calm Simon looked.
"Ah, but you're only a second year.."
"Yeah.."
"Do you think it would go well with the seniors when word got out that you punched out the captain of the team?" He smirked as he felt the hand let go of his shirt. "Good boy. Now, if you'll excuse us.. " The larger boy growled and stomped out, slamming the door behind him. The small boy on the floor, obviously a freshman, stammered out his gratitude and sat back down.
"I.. can't believe what just happened.. did you just bullshit your way out of that!?"
Simon shrugged. "I watch BBC.. I happen to stay informed with current events, thank you."
It wasn't much, but it was enough, and by 3:30 that day, the rumor had started it's course through school. Simon Hawkes, Captain of the Senior Basketball team, member of the Drama club.. was gay.
Techno music pounded out of the speakers, but there was a whisper that went through the entire club as the door opened that everyone heard perfectly. Fresh meat.
Simon looked slightly nervous in this kind of establishment and went over to the bar, casucally leaning against the counter. Almost immediately, he was approached by someone, a tall good looking man with dark hair wearing black leather pants and a shirt that hung open in the front, revealing a developed upper body.
"Wanna dance?"The man asked, leaning up to Simon's ear. Simon nodded, trying to act like he did this kind of stuff every night. He followed the man onto the dance floor and tried to mimic the movements of everyone else, seductively grinding his body against the other man. "God.. you're sexy.. what's your name?" Simon gave him a self-assured smirk and was about to answer when he was tapped on the shoulder.
"Simon?" Mike asked, one brow raised in confusion. "What are you doing here?"
"Dancing." He turned to the tall man. "I'm Simon."
"Stuart."
"There you have it, Michael, I'm dancing with Stuart." Simon smiled cutely. Mike laughed sarcastically and yanked on Simon's arm.
"I'm going to steal him for just a minute.." He pulled Simon to the other end of the club. "I know we agreed we weren't a couple or anything.. but it doesn't mean you hook up with the biggest slut in the fucking club the next day."
"It's okay Mikey, I'll still fuck you, you don't have to be jealous." Simon patted Mike on the head.
"Don't patronize me.." He yanked away, glaring. "Simon, before you go get your brains fucked out, maybe you should tell your parents so at least when you get infected, they'll know -why-."
"I'll think about it. G'night, Mikey." Simon walked back through the crowd, looking around. Two arms grabbed him from behind.
"I thought maybe you left with your boyfriend." Stuart purred into his ear.
"He's not my boyfriend."
"Too bad. He's cute."
Simon shrugged. "Not interested in a relationship."
"Ooh, a plus.. Do you wanna come back to my flat?"
He grinned. "Who wouldn't?" As he followed Stuart out of the club, he caught a glimpse of Mike standing at the counter and he shrugged before the door closed behind him.
Simon yawned and rested his head on his desk, the 'thud' resounding throughout the classroom. The other students chuckled before turning back to their own conversations. Simon groaned. He was used to being hungover, but he had never been so.. well.. -sore-. Stuart had fucked him nearly all night, and although he had kept his promise to go slow at first, he sped up relentlessly at times.. Simon had to check and make sure he wasn't bleeding once or twice. He sighed, feeling a pencil poking him in the back.
"I'm going to ram that bloody thing down your throat..." Simon muttered warningly. Chris laughed.
"Let me guess.. up all night studying?"
"Well, I did get some new knowledge..."
"Do tell."
The teacher slammed the door as the bell rang and Simon sat up straight, muttering "Maybe later."
The lesson continued right up until the bell rang and Simon was thrilled to get to free period. Mike sat down next to him in the empty classroom. "Have fun last night?"
"Does it always hurt?" Simon asked in an undertone. Mike chuckled.
"Your own fault."
"Hey.. look, I'm sorry I was an arse."
Mike shrugged. "Don't worry about it."
"Well.. do you want to go to the club tonight? Like.. on a da--"
"Christ, what a bitch that woman is.. she makes Hitler look cuddly." Chris flopped down, dropping an armload of textbooks on his desk, turning it around to face the other two. Simon cleared his throat.
"Y..yeah." He opened his binder. Members of the football team started to file into the room and regarded the three with the grudging respect that existed between the different sports teams. They shoved a smaller boy out of a desk, laughing.
"You're in my spot, you little faggot.."
Chris raised an eyebrow as he saw both Simon and Mike flinch. "What's up with you two?"
"Do you have a problem with faggots?" Simon asked in a low tone, not turning his head. The accused boy sat on the floor in a daze, trembling while the football players stared in shock. They weren't the only shocked ones. Chris and Mike were staring at Simon like he was..
"Are you out of your fucking mind!?" Chris whispered tersely "They're going to kill you.."
"You know, a recent study shows that most people harboring homophobic tendancies are simply acting out on their own repsressed homosexuality." Simon said, ignoring the shocked laughter from his friends and the growl from the football player that he had insulted. He stormed over and grabbed Simon by the shoulder.
"I'm going to beat ye to a pulp.." He glared, not liking how calm Simon looked.
"Ah, but you're only a second year.."
"Yeah.."
"Do you think it would go well with the seniors when word got out that you punched out the captain of the team?" He smirked as he felt the hand let go of his shirt. "Good boy. Now, if you'll excuse us.. " The larger boy growled and stomped out, slamming the door behind him. The small boy on the floor, obviously a freshman, stammered out his gratitude and sat back down.
"I.. can't believe what just happened.. did you just bullshit your way out of that!?"
Simon shrugged. "I watch BBC.. I happen to stay informed with current events, thank you."
It wasn't much, but it was enough, and by 3:30 that day, the rumor had started it's course through school. Simon Hawkes, Captain of the Senior Basketball team, member of the Drama club.. was gay.
