Aha so this uh act/performance is rather detailed and touchy feely so yeah again- nosebleeds aren't my fault
Chapter 3
Eduard got their song on, "I Gotta Feeling'
Gilbert rolled his eyes at the song choice and started his dance. He and Feliks were on opposite sides of the stage and they danced slowly towards each other, looking out to the audience then at each other while dancing, running their hands over their clothes bodies, and touching themselves all over.
Gilbert ran his hands slowly down his chest eyeing the crowd. He found those intense green eyes again and saw they belong to a male.
He was alone, no other chairs at his table. He was leaned back in a chair, rum in his hand, and his eyes focused on the show. He was here by his own intent clearly. Gilbert looked back to Feliks unfazed that another guy was there as males did sometimes show up at the club.
Feliks and Gil danced close, only a few inches between them, they grinded the air between, eyeing each other now.
Feliks ran his hand down Gil's chest, and Gilbert ran a finger down the Polak's jaw.
They moved together closer to the front but not on the runway yet.
Feliks ran both his hands down Gil, and Gilbert roamed every inch on Feliks.
Feliks moved up to Gilbert's neck, then back down, tearing off his vest and throwing it behind them and he slid his hands all over the albino's body.
Gilbert pressed his face into Felik's neck running his hands down the man's body, tearing off his vest as well, tossing it to the side.
Feliks touched Gilbert's chest and stomach. Gil felt all up Felik's back, his breath warm on Felik's soft skin.
Gilbert tore the shirt up the back, and stepped closer in the same movement.
Feliks shivered, moving so the shirt fell on the floor between them and so his chest rubbed against Gil's.
Gilbert moved his head, down and under Felik's chin, his face rubbing Felik's bare chest.
Feliks went to Gilbert's neck, tearing open his black shirt, revealing his chest.
Gilbert and Feliks grinded hips, their chests rubbing. Their arms roaming the other's exposed backs. Gil shivered and shuddered causing his shirt to also fall on the floor.
Gilbert and Feliks chests rubbed while their hips grinded against each others. Feliks buried his head into Gilbert's neck
Gilbert strove to get at the bow tie on Felik's neck, he grabbed it with his teeth, the two now standing on the runway.
He jerked his head, tearing it off, like a dog would tear at meat.
Feliks moved his head, nipping Gil's neck and then tearing Gilbert's tie off as well.
Gilbert followed the practiced moves, grinding hard against Feliks, then Feliks slammed their hips together pushing Gilbert to the end of the stage.
Gilbert shoved him back, humping at him and driving him back, Gilbert ran his hands over Feliks, to the belt. He reached around to Feliks's ass, where he grabbed both pants and ass, then moved back towards the front, and up to the top of Feliks's pants.
He ran his left hand up Felik's stomach and with his right undid the belt, tearing it free.
Then Feliks grinded hard against him forcing him back to the edge, his left hand touching unseen parts of Gil's tattoo.
Gil leaned back staring at the front table upside down. He blushed thinking about what happens next. Feliks wrapped an arm around Gilbert's waist to keep him from falling, and Gil held onto Felik's shoulders.
Feliks moved in to undo Gilbert's belt, with his teeth.
He breathed on Gil's exposed stomach, putting his mouth to the belt working it undone. His hand roamed on Gilbert's tattoo, the seen part now.
Gilbert shivered at Felik's mouth and face being so close to him but followed the moves he was supposed to, grinding against Felik's face a bit. The two both blushing to a degree
Feliks got the belt undone, and bit down on the leather, then whipped his head to the side causing the belt to fly free of the belt loops and go into the crowd.
Whoever caught it let out a squeal.
Feliks backed up and pulled on Gil and Gil pulled on Feliks shoulders until he stood straight again. His hands went down on the Polak.
Feliks buried his face into Gilbert's neck, and Gilbert reached the top of Felik's pants, and ripped down, tearing them off.
Feliks did the same thing.
The two did the same move in unison, kicking off their shoes.
The song was coming to an end and they moved into the last move. Gilbert humping wildly against Feliks, pushing Feliks down the runway and Feliks grinding rough against Gil.
Gilbert blushed deeper at the thought of what went on next.
Feliks lunged from being pushed, smacking into Gilbert then dipping down and grabbing with his teeth the Prussian's underwear, in the same moment Gil catching and tearing off Feliks's with his hand.
The crowd bellowed and screeched and screamed, throwing money onto the stage, and Gil noted, some large ones.
The two did a quick bow before dashing off the stage and wrapping towels around them.
Francis took the stage "Now wasn't that a sight to remember? Give it up for the Eagles! Have a goodnight and come back soon!" Francis yelled, flashing a smoldering look at the audience.
Backstage Feliks and Gil greeted the others, who were dressed.
Feliks and Gil dressed into street cloths quickly and joined the rest.
"That was a hell of a show dudes!" Alfred said excitedly
"Damn Gil you two really do bring the house down." Mathias said
Feliks grinned "Well like what could totally compete with sexy stripping waiters?"
The five laughed. Francis emerged into the back room
"That was our biggest show so far, and you boy knocked it out of here!" Francis said with excitement
He reached into his suit and pulled out five envelopes
"Your nights pay and tip that weren't shoved down your pants" He said handing it to each and grinning pervertedly at 'your pants'
The five walked out the back door, Gilbert bid goodnight to them.
"Night Gil, see you tomorrow." Mathias said climbing into his sliver Ford
Antonio waved, getting into his bright yellow Ferrari
"Night dude!" Alfred said slapping him on the back and then clambering into his Chevy truck
Feliks waved goodbye "Like night, see you tomorrow" he called getting into his red Mercedes Benz.
Gil closed his car door and waited his turn to pull out. The only car left in the parking lot was Francis's blue Pontiac.
The clock read 12:43. Gilbert sighed and drove to his other job, as a bartender.
He needed the money from it as well as the time it took. If he only worked for a few hours and came back home Elizia would be suspicious.
He drove to the bar, it was a German themed bar and he served drinks until it closed at 2:30, then he cleaned up and left at 5.
We drove around to the back, parking his car. He squirmed over the center counsel and into the back seat, pulling a black duffel bag from the floor. He changed clothes, pulling off his ragged gray tee shirt and replacing it with a red shirt, with the German flag on it. He took off his worn denim jeans, pulling on black ones and keeping on his back boots.
He shoved the clothes into the bag and put it bag on the floor, before opening the door and shutting then locking it.
He walked into the bar through the back entrance, the music and smell of alcohol washing over him.
The DJ sat in the corner, playing popular German hits and taking requests as they came. He kept the bar pumping all night long. Gilbert slid under the bar, and the tired man currently working it departed.
Gilbert watched the people dance, glancing around the bar to make sure no one was slipping drugs into drinks.
"Two beers!" a gruff German accent called pointing to the tap
Gilbert grabbed to mugs, filled the glasses, and handed the man the beers and took the money.
The night wore on, he filled drinks and put the money in the register, he grew tired. Dancing and stripping took a lot out of a person, and he did it three times that night!
He looked at the clock then signaled the DJ.
"Last call!" he yelled into the mic before restoring music
Gilbert filled a few more drinks, tired and wanting nothing more than to go home and go to bed.
Soon the bar closed, and Gilbert herded everyone out. The DJ left and Gilbert locked the doors, tired trudging behind the bar and cleaning glasses, straightening bottle, cleaning taps and the counter, adding some alcohols to the stock up on list.
He got a rag and a bottle, cleaning the tables and chairs. He put the chair on the tables and swept the room, then mopped.
After restoring the cleaning supplies he smiled tiredly and walked as fast as his tired limbs could
He drove home, keeping his eyes open though he wished to close them.
Happy to live a short distance from the bar he pulled into his driveway and walked into his home. He tip toed through his house, careful to not wake Ludwig or Elizia. He slipped out of his clothes into sleepwear and slid under the covers, rolling to his side and looking at his sleeping wife, before happily falling asleep.
So very exciting isn't it? Ha not. Well please review and tell me your thoughts on it for it would be much appericated.
Francis- psst review and Antonio may end up in leather pants again with a more detailed dance honhonhon