Alviss now shares a room with Rolan. Warning: LEMON (M-rated chapter)
A Night To Remember
Alviss frowned, feeling uneasy as he followed Nanashi, arms around Rolan. He didn't know if Nanashi's idea was any good.
It was late evening when Nanashi strutted into their room. He had triumphantly announced that he had found the perfect place for them to be comfortable in. When asked where, a sparkle winked in his eye and he had replied with the simple words: "Just dress nice."
Now Alviss and Rolan walked behind the cocky blonde, right through the Red-Light District. I hope his wonderful place isn't a Brothel, he thought dully. He tightened his hold around Rolan. Ever since his fever, Alviss had felt protective over the man. He was in love.
"How much further?" Rolan questioned, smiling softly as he cuddled into Alviss. "My legs are getting sore."
Nanashi chuckled. "Not too much further!" he called back, speeding up his pace.
"Do you want me to carry you?" Alviss asked Rolan. He shook his head and smiled wider. Alviss looked sternly at him, his heart fluttering like a cage full of butterflies.
"I wonder where he's taking us," Rolan spoke in a hushed tone, reminding Alviss of a child. For some reason, this made him much more endearing.
"Dunno," Alviss replied darkly, burning holes in Nanashi's back. He was growing impatient. Nanashi knew how weak and frail Rolan was, fresh from a high fever. The nerve of him, making Rolan walk so far! "Hey Nanashi! Why aren't you using a teleportation ARM? Surely you have one of those," Alviss shot at Nanashi, scowling when the man laughed.
"The exercise will do us good," he waved the question away.
"So in other words, he doesn't have one," Alviss muttered to Rolan. Rolan giggled.
They rounded a corner and found themselves outside of a pumping club. A line assembled outside of the door was kept in check by club-wielding security guards. Alviss snorted while Rolan stared in awe.
"A club?" Alviss asked in disbelief.
"Not just any club," Nanashi interjected, pointing at the sign. It read, 'R-18'. But before Alviss could retort, Rolan gasped.
"It's a gay club!"
Nanashi nodded gleefully, rubbing his hands together eagerly. "Great, ehy? I found it last week."
"It's wonderful, Nanashi!" Rolan beamed, rushing over to him and hugging him. Alviss felt queasy. He still wasn't sure about it. A whole bunch of queers all together in one place, rubbing bodies in a hot-and-steamy fashion? Sounded like a mass orgy.
"Isn't it great, Al?" Rolan asked, bringing Alviss back to earth. "We can dance and you don't have to be afraid to be gay!"
True, Alviss thought. "I'm not afraid to be gay... just uncomfortable about it," he corrected Rolan. Once again he glanced up at the club. None of those guys were attractive. Technically I'm not gay... I just love Rolan.
"So... Whadya think?" Nanashi turned to Alviss. "All good?"
Alviss was still uneasy about it. When Rolan looked up at him in anticipation, his red eyes full of excitement, he gave in. "Oh, alright then," he said. Rolan jumped up and down, clapping his hands.
"This is going to be fun!"
The three of them joined the line. Alviss stood nervously in between Nanashi and Rolan, eyeing the other men. His ears twitched whenever someone whispered his or Rolan's name. He reached out his hand to hold Rolan's tightly.
Before long they walked into the club. It was a large dark room, coloured lights danced with the people on the tiled dance floor, and loud music thumped a dance tune. A bar selling all sorts of drinks stretched across one wall and comfortable chairs and sofas were scattered here and there on the shag carpet.
Nanashi left them to go to the bar, sighting a lesbian couple.
Rolan tugged at Alviss's arm, shouting, "Let's dance!" over the pumping bass. Alviss let himself be dragged onto the dance floor. Rolan danced around him, moving his body and waggling his arms to the beat. Alviss felt stupid. He tapped his foot, his hands in his pockets, watching others dance. Rolan came up to him and started dancing close to his body. He took Alviss's hands in his and placed them on his swinging hips.
Alviss felt himself growing hotter. His body started to move with Rolan's and memories of the night that they laid together, naked sprung into his mind. They were close to each other now. Rolan was smiling and panting slightly. Alviss stroked his face and brought his lips to the other man's drawing a long kiss.
He touched his body, wanting to take off his clothes, forgetting where they were. He stared longingly into Rolan's eyes.
Rolan moaned something into his mouth. Alviss stopped kissing him and pressed up hard against his body, wanting to feel his hardness against his own.
"We're in public, remember?" Rolan muttered into his ear. Alviss froze up. The club came rushing back to him with its lights, music and dancing bodies. He blushed and let go off Rolan. He expected people to stare and laugh, but as he looked, he caught sight of a couple. They were both guys and they were passionately kissing. Nanashi was right, he thought. "This place is great."
"I think there is a room over there," Rolan said, pointing to a door in the wall. "It's for... private use."
"Do you want to go in there?" Alviss questioned. Rolan nodded, taking Alviss's hand and walking with him to the door. They opened it. The room beyond was square and only big enough for the king-sized bed that was positioned in the middle of the room. Raunchy pictures of muscular he-men in cock-socks were hung on the walls. Alviss shivered at these pictures. Rolan closed the door and locked it.
"Can we turn off the lights? These pictures are putting me off," Alviss asked. Rolan giggled and turned off the lights. They stumbled about, Alviss walking into the bed post and Rolan tripping over him.
Laughing, they landed on the bed. Rolan lay on his back, pulling Alviss on top of him. He lifted his head and kissed him. Alviss started to unbutton his shirt. As their lips parted, he moved down Rolan's body, licking here, sucking there. He ended up by the buckle of the man's pants. A wild idea struck him.
Before Rolan could ask him what he was doing, Alviss had undone his pants and was kissing fugitively around the top of his underwear. Rolan wondered dully what he was going to do. He gasped as an unfamiliar wet feeling wrapped itself around his already hard cock. He stared in wide-eyed wonder as Alviss's dark silhouette devoured him. The feeling was pleasurable beyond comprehension. Rolan's eyes closed and he let the feel of Alviss's mouth lull his senses until all he was aware of was that moist tunnel and those succulent lips.
Alviss stopped as soon as Rolan was nearly at his limit. He didn't mind the taste of his pre-cum, but a sudden torrent of the stuff into his throat might drown him. Rolan was moaning and whimpering, his body shuddering uncontrollably. Alviss couldn't believe how easy it was to turn the man on. He loved it when he was like this. I hope he doesn't faint again, he thought darkly as he positioned himself back on top of him.
They moved together, grunting and moaning. Rolan felt Alviss's back under his top. He wanted both of them to be naked again. He undid Alviss's pants and tugged them down. That was more comfortable.
"I want you in me," Rolan begged wildly, feeling the sweet sensation controlling his body. Alviss grunted.
"No. Not here," he replied thickly. He didn't want his first time to be in a room surrounded by pictures of men in thongs. He imagined that it would be special and romantic.
Together they visited true bliss as they both went over the edge and released. Panting, Alviss rolled off Rolan feeling sticky and wet. The feeling of complete euphoria started to fade. They had made quite a mess.
"That was wonderful," Rolan sighed, hugging Alviss.
"You didn't faint," Alviss stated. Rolan chuckled and beamed. "I feel dirty..." Alviss intoned.
"Because of what we did?" Rolan asked. Alviss shook his head.
"How many times do they clean this bed?" he pondered out loud. He shivered. How many other guys have done this in this very bed... Rolan kissed his cheek softly, breaking his thoughts.
"I love you," Rolan muttered, smelling Alviss's scent as he lingered by the man's cheek. "Do you love me?"
"If I said yes, would you tell Nanashi?" Alviss replied. Rolan shook his head. "OK, I do."
They lay in bed hugging each other until quite late. A pounding on the door disturbed them. Alviss had nodded off and by the looks of it, so did Rolan. The knocking started again. Alviss sleepily sat up, Rolan sliding off his body gracefully. Alviss got out of bed, forgetting the fact that he was still in underwear, and groggily opened the door.
"What?" he questioned, rubbing sleep from his eyes.
The couple that stood there arm in arm stared. Alviss realised two things: one - he was still in the club and two - he was only in underwear. He slammed the door in the two guys' faces.
"We need to get dressed. Wake up!" he said, gathering their clothes. And hitting Rolan softly.
After a wild dash around the club, Nanashi finally ran into Alviss and Rolan. They were holding hands and laughing, their hair rumpled and clothes mismatched.
"There ya are!" he gasped, clutching a painful stitch in his side. "We gotta get outta here!"
"Why?" Alviss demanded. He was having fun, he didn't want to leave.
"Please?" Nanashi pleaded. Just then a group of men rushed across the dance floor. They had eyes only for Nanashi and squabbled amongst themselves like a bunch of chooks. Nanashi swore and ran from them, dashing for the door. Shrugging their shoulders, Alviss and Rolan followed suit.