It wasn't long until the crowd had piled into the huge limo, headed for a night club. You couldn't believe it was possible for all the Starkids and the Glee cast to fit, but there you were, squished and not even caring. The sparkling white wine was already flowing, and jello shots being eaten. There was shouting, background music and hoots of laughter.
You chatted animatedly with Lea for a while, playing with her hair because she recently got it cut, and listening to her talk about her boyfriend with hearts in her eyes.
You were having so much fun, you forgot about the day's previous drama. You even forgot you were still Darren. You were all there just to have a good time, and enjoy each other's company.
The limo pulled up to the biggest LGTB nightclub/bar in Chicago, because Mark deemed regular nightclubs to be 'lame and stuck up'. There was quite a long line of colorful individuals, but Mr. Hellboy bodyguard nodded to the bouncer and granted the lot of them access.
There was a mix between groans of protest and audible gasps of surprise from the line when they saw who it was being let through. A few tried to break ranks to follow them into the club.
"Sorry we've reached capacity," the large man grunted.
While Chord and Walker started chatting up a few of the ladies in line, Naya pulled out a couple of wadded up 100 dollar bills from her bra and handed it to the bouncer.
"Let them in, everyone's just wanting to have a good time tonight," she said sweetly while batting her eyelashes.
This broke his resolve and to everyone's delight, the rest of the people were let in. A couple of women, even men smiled flirtatiously at you as they passed and you grinned in response. You had never in your life before felt like a VIP. It was pretty much the coolest thing ever.
"Hurry up before I change my mind, I'm closing the doors now," the bouncer growled as you all made your way in. Like you passed some sort of sound barrier, the sounds of the club seeped through your ears. The bass beat drummed in your chest and filled you up with adrenaline.
You had been to gay clubs before, but never quite like this place. There were strobe lights, men adorned in thongs dancing around in cages, and dry ice smoke surrounding the dance floor where hundreds of people were gathered in a sweaty unison.
"WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Joey hollered.
You whipped your head around, and you saw most of your company dashing to the dance floor. You then felt Mark grab your arms and shove you in a random direction until you collided with Chris, who was being held hostage by Ashley.
"Kiss and make up!" Mark laughed and let go of your arms, and took Ashley's hand, retreating with the rest.
Chris smiled shyly and you winked in response.
His hair was piled messily on top of his head, and he was wearing nice jeans with a plain plaid shirt (with a few of the buttons undone), and no undershirt. Praise all that is holy. you thought to yourself. You let your eyes wander down his gorgeous pale neck that was alight with the colors of the room, down to his beautiful collarbone. The only thing you could think of was sinking your teeth there, and creating bruises.
Chris snapped you out of your reverie when he grabbed your hand, yanking you to the dance floor. "C'mon baby!" He looked positively delighted. Perhaps, things were going to be just fine.
Chris pulled you into the crowd, and very quickly you two found your group and started dancing toward them, very goofily because Lea was beckoning with a finger with silly smile plastered to her face. Brolden already had tequila in his hand, dancing with a random girl and booty bouncing toward Moses.
Joey wrapped an arm around your shoulders and kissed your forhead. "Yo, Dare! I'm going to get a beer! Dance with your boyfriend, dumbass," he yelled in your ear.
You turned toward Chris, who was dancing quite adorably and nerdy, and you joined in, smirking. He then shimmied toward you and came in close, kissing the shell of your ear, giggling lightly.
"I love you," he sighed and wrapped his arms securely around your neck. In response your rested your hands on his hips and pushed your bodies flush against each other.
You danced slowly, almost intimately for a few minutes like that. As if there was mutual understanding, and a silent 'I'm sorry about earlier' feeling in the air.
The song changed, and the atmosphere shifted slightly. The song had a really good rhythm and was sexy in a way.
Then all that was left in the world was you, Chris and the music. He immediately started grinding into you, fingernails digging into your neck. His body enveloped yours because of his taller stature. Everything was Chris, and nothing else.
The slow roll of his hips into yours caused a small moan escape your mouth. You slid your palms down from his hips and cupped his ass, grabbing him and pulling him closer as you followed his grinding movements.
You felt Chris' hot breath on your sweaty neck when he started to pant. You leaned in and started mouthing at his exposed chest. His sweat tasted salty sweet, and you only wanted more.
Soon enough the dirty dancing turned even more filthy, when you two started thrusting instead of rolling. You could feel Chris' hard length pressed against yours, and the friction was just so, so hot. The slight buzz of the wine only made the sensation all the more amazing, sending electric currents up your spine.
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Darren was watching Chris the whole time, even while he was dancing with AJ (who was starting to get a little too handsy for comfort… seriously, weird) and the others. Peering across the dance floor, he only had eyes for Chris; so once he started dancing with her all sultry and sexy, pangs of jealously rammed his heart.
This was just not fair. He felt his throat go tight and tears sting his eyes. No. He couldn't feel this way now. He was out with his friends. He felt Julia's eyes boring into him, and he wasn't really sure why.
He turned his back to Chris and her dancing, which was getting progressively more inappropriate and went to the bar to grab a drink. Even though it wasn't his usual taste, he knew his fellow Starkid liked rum and cream soda, so her taste buds would probably work accordingly.
The shirtless bartender winked at him as he handed the drink over, covered in condensation and said, "Hey girl! Cute shirt!"
"Thanks," Darren responded, feeling complimented even though he wasn't in his current body. He was still somewhat out of synch with himself, because her body is so unlike his own; but he had more confidence now since everyone was so convinced of his ruse.
The bartender started wiping the table leisurely while his fellow coworkers were helping the demands of the alcoholic crowd.
"What are you doing over here all alone? Looking like you do, you could grab any girl… or guy out there to dance with you," he said, flashing his teeth. Darren shrugged, chuckled and then took a sip of his drink.
"Well, he's got something right. Especially the girl part," Heather strolled up to the counter, her smile alluring. She was wearing black skinny jeans with a low-cut, thin white t-shirt that accentuated her cleavage. Her long blond hair was falling in glorious waves down her frame. Darren stared at her, really not sure of what to say.
Heather stared intently back, stroking her fingertips along his forearm in a teasing way. He noticed she had dark make-up on that really brought out her eyes.
She suddenly took Darren's drink and downed half of it before returning it to him. He finished it, looking at her questioningly. Was Heather hitting on him? Granted, it wasn't really him she was hitting on, but still.
"That wasn't cheap you know," Darren said finally, gesturing to his empty drink.
"Well, I promise I'll make it up to you," she said seductively, a coy smile playing on her lips. "C'mon."
She took his hand and lead him out to the mass of bodies, pulling him into her very close. Darren noticed it was very strange feeling the breasts he was currently sporting press against hers, but it oddly felt quite erotic. Everybody was so tightly packed, but he was glad he was with somebody he knew; someone he even admired.
She ran her hands down his arms and up his stomach (just shy of the sex organs) and then turned around and started dancing like a professional, her spine like a wave, and her legs spread wide. She never missed a beat, and it was very sensual seeing her shirt roll up exposing the toned skin of her stomach. She started grinding her perfectly formed ass against his crotch, and then pressed her back along his front, arm slung around his neck, breathing into his ear.
"Do you like?" she whispered.
Darren shivered and then ran his hands down her stomach and thighs, pushing her ass more into him. In that moment, he started to notice a curious sensation. His inner-thighs and lower belly started to tingle slightly, and he felt a pressure in his crotch that made him want to touch himself. He was quite certain that he'd be at least half-hard in this situation if he was currently himself, so it was quickly obvious that he was turned on.
"Yes, very much so," he responded shakily, in a voice that wasn't his own.
He allowed his hands run back up from her thighs again, his hands gliding over the silky skin of her navel. He let his fingertips dip below the waistband of her jeans, hooking his thumbs in the loops.
"I'm glad," she continued. "You see I wasn't sure if you would like me or be into me since I was a girl. You being Darren's good friend, I thought you two would eventually end up together."
Darren took a few moments to respond, giving into the feel of the grind, and the music blaring in his ears; humming through his body.
"What's not to like," he chuckled. "So, no I-er Darren's dating Chris. They are in love. I mean, so I don't think I would ruin that. To be honest, I'm not sure of my sexuality. She-um. I mean, I haven't had many boyfriends. I could give girls a try.. especially since you're... You know. You." Darren motioned his hands as to display her perfection.
"Oh, you stop it," she blushes as she turns around in his arms, looking deeply into his eyes; noses brushing. "Whenever Darren mentioned you, he completely neglected the fact of how sexy you are. Your curves, oh my gosh.."
As if to accentuate her point, she brushed her hands down his sides, caressing his hips, eyes still blazing. Their lips were a hair breadths apart, and she smelled wonderful. Like cocoa butter and flowers, and her breath was a mix between sweet alcohol and mints.
She finally broke eye contact, and started kissing lightly under his jaw, running her hands through his now thick, long girl hair.
"Mmm... feels good," he sighed, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her closer. She traveled down his neck, and then back up again and kissed the side of his mouth. She waited, and he hesitated for half a second before he leaned in a pressed his lips to hers.
She parted her mouth to grant his tongue entrance, lips synchronizing in a wonderful way. She moaned into his mouth and the tingling sensation south of the border became more intense.
So yes, this was good. He was still attracted to women. He wasn't completely gay. Chris was probably just one of those cases where gender didn't matter when it came to love and attraction. Oh. Chris. Suddenly Darren felt a huge wave of guilt crash on him. He was cheating on his boyfriend, and that was just not acceptable.
Heather sensed his tension and broke the kiss, a question forming in her eyes. Thankfully-
"Oh, fuck man! That was so hot!" Brosethal high-fived Kevin and clinked their beers together.
"Perverts!" Heather shot daggers at them, which caused them to shuffle away. She probably assumed that's why he suddenly became uncomfortable.
"Sorry about that.. where were we," she returned her voice to a seductive whisper and started sucking on his ear lobe, and her hand ghosted up his shirt, caressing his breast. It felt amazing.
Half-distracted, Darren's eyes raked the scene around him, looking for any sign of Chris. Once he finally spotted him, he saw that he was heavily making out with his fellow Starkid. They were essentially clawing at each other, eager to have more. In such a sexually charged atmosphere, they would definitely take the prize.
However, if the sight didn't make he feel utterly desperate, he didn't know what else could. And he really didn't want to know. Watching essentially himself being with Chris when it's not actually him was the worst tease in the world.
"You okay," Heather asked after a minute. Her lips were currently busy on his neck, her hand working its way under the bra so she didn't see the trepidation in his eyes. "You want to take this somewhere a little more private?"
He shuttered and then scraped his fingernails down her back. He cleared his throat so his voice wouldn't sound so hard.
"Yes, please."