The heavy, throbbing beat of the loud industrial music pounded in Tyson's
ears as Kai pushed him through the entrance of the large shadowy building
into the dim neon lit staircase.
"Man that sounds fantastic!" Tyson beamed, his hungry, inquisitive eyes
devouring the new scenery around him.
Kai smiled in approval. "I'm glad you like it kid." He draped one arm
around Tyson's shoulder, and steered him up the staircase towards the
cloakroom.
Kai gaped unconsciously as Tyson removed his coat and handed it to the clerk. Tyson had foregone his usual grey jeans, and yellow shirt combo, even his trademark baseball cap was nowhere in sight, and his wild storm coloured mane was securely held back in a low ponytail at the nape of his neck. Instead he was wearing black baggy combat trousers, with neon blue stitching, a tight, matching black tank top, also with blue stitching, and blue metal zips across the chest, a dark blue button up shirt over the top, but completely unbuttoned, and black knee-high boots with red flames on the heels and toe-caps, and metal buckles.
Kai, out of pure nostalgia, had dug up his old training outfit consisting of baggy grey combat trousers, black tank top with gold metal studs, and red X-18 trainers.
Both teens looked each other up and down appreciatively. Kai was the first to look away, blushing slightly, and gesturing for Tyson to follow him to the bar. Tyson eagerly obliged, and they pushed their way through the already drunken crowd to the small secluded bar in the corner of the first room.
Kai went to the far corner to grab a booth for them to sit at until the decent music started, while Tyson joined the line at the bar to get their first round of drinks.
Tyson was surprised to find the bar was staffed mostly by fan-girls, and he held his head low so his fringe shielded most of his face to avoid attracting their attention. "Double J.D's and coke twice please." He yelled over the music.
Kai looked up eagerly as a familiar shadow passed over the table. "How much do I owe you?" He looked up at Tyson questioningly, as he reached into his back pocket for his wallet. "Nuthin' it's on me." Tyson replied with a warm smile, taking a seat next to his leader.
Abruptly the music changed, and Tyson saw Kai's face light up. "You know this one Kai?" His heart flipped hopefully as he tried to read the expression on Kai's face. "Damn right I do!" Kai responded eagerly. "You wanna dance?" Tyson blushed at the extended muscular arm reaching for his hand. He got up quickly swaying unsteadily, and blushing furiously as Kai clasped his hand in his own and pulled towards the dance floor, where a crowd of equally enthusiastic fans of the song were gathering.
Tyson studied Kai for a few seconds to get a vague idea of how it was done. He stared admiringly while Kai abandoned himself to the music. His slate grey hair, swung wildly in all directions, and whipped around as he thrashed his head to the bass, and occasionally caressed his neck when he slowed.
Kai thrust himself out of his own world momentarily to gaze at Tyson sympathetically as the younger teen stood uncertainly in the middle of the dance floor, shifting uncomfortably amongst the regulars who threw themselves around haphazardly.
Impulsively, he pulled Tyson round to face him, and grabbing the younger boys back to pull him closer, began to rotate his hips slowly, coaxing Tyson into a steady rhythm with him while the music pounded hypnotically in their ears.
Tyson blushed madly, as he felt Kai's thigh briefly brush against him, then he looked up at the older teen. Kai had closed his eyes, lost in the music again, but he never let his hands stray from Tyson's waist, keeping a firm but gentle grip. Tyson gradually relaxed as the steady motion of Kai's body drew him in to a sense of security.
The rest of the night passed by slowly. Tyson was caught up in a blur of drink and dancing, though he never left Kai's side for a moment. They left the club arm in arm, laughing and joking about the old days when the team had first formed.
They were still laughing when they arrived at the dojo, and Kai vaulted over car door rather than opening it, and insisted on walking Tyson to his doorstep. They engaged in more random banter before an uncomfortable silence descended upon them, which Tyson broke by giggling nervously. "So, erm...I guess I should say goodnight and let you get back home." He rubbed the back of his neck self consciously, under Kai's probing gaze as the older teen continued to stand in front of him. "Yeah...I guess so..." Kai replied eventually, though he sounded like he was far away in his mind. "So...goodnight?" Tyson prompted, holding out his hand for Kai to shake. Kai ignored it, and instead bent down slightly, so his face was level with Tyson's, and before Tyson could protest, leaned forwards and captured the younger boy's lips in a soft, tentative kiss. Tyson responded gently, cupping the older boy's cheeks in his hands. When he opened his eyes again, after what seemed like hours, Kai was nowhere to be seen, although the faint sound of a car engine could be heard in the distance.
Kai gaped unconsciously as Tyson removed his coat and handed it to the clerk. Tyson had foregone his usual grey jeans, and yellow shirt combo, even his trademark baseball cap was nowhere in sight, and his wild storm coloured mane was securely held back in a low ponytail at the nape of his neck. Instead he was wearing black baggy combat trousers, with neon blue stitching, a tight, matching black tank top, also with blue stitching, and blue metal zips across the chest, a dark blue button up shirt over the top, but completely unbuttoned, and black knee-high boots with red flames on the heels and toe-caps, and metal buckles.
Kai, out of pure nostalgia, had dug up his old training outfit consisting of baggy grey combat trousers, black tank top with gold metal studs, and red X-18 trainers.
Both teens looked each other up and down appreciatively. Kai was the first to look away, blushing slightly, and gesturing for Tyson to follow him to the bar. Tyson eagerly obliged, and they pushed their way through the already drunken crowd to the small secluded bar in the corner of the first room.
Kai went to the far corner to grab a booth for them to sit at until the decent music started, while Tyson joined the line at the bar to get their first round of drinks.
Tyson was surprised to find the bar was staffed mostly by fan-girls, and he held his head low so his fringe shielded most of his face to avoid attracting their attention. "Double J.D's and coke twice please." He yelled over the music.
Kai looked up eagerly as a familiar shadow passed over the table. "How much do I owe you?" He looked up at Tyson questioningly, as he reached into his back pocket for his wallet. "Nuthin' it's on me." Tyson replied with a warm smile, taking a seat next to his leader.
Abruptly the music changed, and Tyson saw Kai's face light up. "You know this one Kai?" His heart flipped hopefully as he tried to read the expression on Kai's face. "Damn right I do!" Kai responded eagerly. "You wanna dance?" Tyson blushed at the extended muscular arm reaching for his hand. He got up quickly swaying unsteadily, and blushing furiously as Kai clasped his hand in his own and pulled towards the dance floor, where a crowd of equally enthusiastic fans of the song were gathering.
Tyson studied Kai for a few seconds to get a vague idea of how it was done. He stared admiringly while Kai abandoned himself to the music. His slate grey hair, swung wildly in all directions, and whipped around as he thrashed his head to the bass, and occasionally caressed his neck when he slowed.
Kai thrust himself out of his own world momentarily to gaze at Tyson sympathetically as the younger teen stood uncertainly in the middle of the dance floor, shifting uncomfortably amongst the regulars who threw themselves around haphazardly.
Impulsively, he pulled Tyson round to face him, and grabbing the younger boys back to pull him closer, began to rotate his hips slowly, coaxing Tyson into a steady rhythm with him while the music pounded hypnotically in their ears.
Tyson blushed madly, as he felt Kai's thigh briefly brush against him, then he looked up at the older teen. Kai had closed his eyes, lost in the music again, but he never let his hands stray from Tyson's waist, keeping a firm but gentle grip. Tyson gradually relaxed as the steady motion of Kai's body drew him in to a sense of security.
The rest of the night passed by slowly. Tyson was caught up in a blur of drink and dancing, though he never left Kai's side for a moment. They left the club arm in arm, laughing and joking about the old days when the team had first formed.
They were still laughing when they arrived at the dojo, and Kai vaulted over car door rather than opening it, and insisted on walking Tyson to his doorstep. They engaged in more random banter before an uncomfortable silence descended upon them, which Tyson broke by giggling nervously. "So, erm...I guess I should say goodnight and let you get back home." He rubbed the back of his neck self consciously, under Kai's probing gaze as the older teen continued to stand in front of him. "Yeah...I guess so..." Kai replied eventually, though he sounded like he was far away in his mind. "So...goodnight?" Tyson prompted, holding out his hand for Kai to shake. Kai ignored it, and instead bent down slightly, so his face was level with Tyson's, and before Tyson could protest, leaned forwards and captured the younger boy's lips in a soft, tentative kiss. Tyson responded gently, cupping the older boy's cheeks in his hands. When he opened his eyes again, after what seemed like hours, Kai was nowhere to be seen, although the faint sound of a car engine could be heard in the distance.