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Warning: Rated M
Once they got into Scandals and left their coats in the cloakroom, David followed Sebastian to the bar. Sebastian threw a wink at a hot looking bartender and got served immediately, handing a beer to David.
"Cheers!" Seb smiled and clinked bottles with David, who nodded. They both sat themselves down on barstools next to each other and sipped their drinks, scanning the room with their eyes.
David noticed a few men openly checking out his attractive friend. I don't blame them. He thought to himself. His looks aren't unlike Kurt's in a way, tall, slim, brunet and...
His eyes widened at his internal monologue. Okay, admit it, you think he's hot. It's nice to be seen with him too, rather than on my own as usual.
"So, have you got any games coming up?" Seb started, conversationally.
David sipped from his bottle, nodding. "Yup. We've got a really important one a week on Wednesday, actually..." he carried on describing the game to his newest friend.
"So, how did you and Ryan meet? Megan said something cryptic about a pile up." Mr O'Sullivan asked.
Ryan choked on the food that was in his mouth, unable to cut in quickly before Nate. The black haired boy slapped him on the back, while answering his Dad.
"Yes, you could call it a pile up, I suppose. I was in Warblers practice, we were running through Uptown Girl and the routine was new to us. I was singing and dancing in a queue when the guy at the front, Nick, started chasing a girl who had come in - I know now that it was Megan when she and Ryan came to look around the school."
Mrs O'Sullivan interrupted, "Oh dear, did Megan put you off?" She laughed.
Nate shook his head. "No, I looked behind her and saw Ryan standing there and..."
Ryan was blushing. Mr O'Sullivan noticed, with an amused raised eyebrow, prompting Nate to carry on, "...and?"
"Apparently I just stopped dead, no singing, no dancing and the guys behind me didn't notice and crashed into each other." Nate smiled over to Ryan and took his hand under the table, squeezing it.
Mr O'Sullivan laughed at the mental image, as Mrs O'Sullivan made "awwww" noises.
Scandals was packed. The bar was busy and the dancefloor heaving with sweaty bodies. Couples were grinding and kissing near Sebastian and David, who were still sat at the bar.
"You coming to dance?" Seb asked after a break in their conversation.
David shook his head. "No, you go ahead, I'll stay here and have another drink, I think." He smiled and Seb nodded, getting up and heading into the crowd.
As Sebastian disappeared into the hot mass of bodies, David took the opportunity to really look at his friend. He had a simple striped sports shirt on and tight jeans, quite a casual look for Seb, but David thought he looked good. Very good.
He wasn't surprised to see Sebastian was already dancing close with a guy who was of similar height, but blond. The guy was attractive himself and David couldn't help watching the pair dancing and grinding.
Someone spoke into his ear, so he swivelled on his stool to find himself face to face with a barman he didn't recognise. "Sorry?" He asked, looking into the dark brown eyes of the muscular, slightly older bar tender. The guy was average looking, but had a mischievous twinkle in his eyes that Dave couldn't help smiling at.
"I said, can I get you another one, honey?" He winked, eliciting a blush from Dave. He smiled back, saying, "Uh, yeah. I'll have another beer..."
"...Simon."
"Simon." David nodded. "Thanks. I'm David. Or Dave."
"Or honey!" The bartender winked again, turning to fetch David a beer as the younger boy laughed, flattered, but a little embarrassed.
Once Simon had returned with his beer, David thanked him and said, "So, your accent. Let me guess...um, Scottish?"
"Good man! Most people guess Irish first, I'm impressed." He smiled. "So, I see you came here with Sebastian. Are you and he an item?" David blushed, shaking his head. "No, we're just friends. Well, that's what we're trying any way. Before this week we didn't get on too well, so we'll see."
Simon nodded. "In that case, I won't feel bad asking you for your number, honey." David gulped.
Ryan and Nate were driving back to Dalton in Nate's car. Ryan had both his and Nate's phones in his pocket, as Nate's pants were too tight to fit it in his pocket to sit comfortably while driving.
Ryan's pocket buzzed and he fished both phones out, seeing that there was a text from Megan. Wait, that's not my phone!
"Nate?" Ryan looked over at his boyfriend quizzically. "Why is my sister texting you?" He asked.
Nate didn't know what to say, but he didn't want to lie to Ryan. "Uh, well, she called me to say hi, since we haven't really spoken. She said she'd let me know our hotel reservation details so I can deal with all that and check us in while you just have fun and relax on your birthday." That's not the whole truth, but it's not a lie.
"Oh, er, thanks. That's nice of Megan to want to talk to you, too."
You have no idea! "Yeah, we didn't speak for long, but she seems really cool. Particularly about us."
Ryan nodded. "Yes, I couldn't ask for a better sister. I really miss her sometimes, we used to have awesome shopping trips. She's always had a good eye for clothes, hence the fashion design course.
She was great when I came out. She was also the first to notice I was being bullied and suggested Dalton." He looked over at Nate, watching his gorgeous boyfriend who was looking at the road ahead. "I'm so glad she did." He said, meaningfully.
Sebastian plonked himself heavily on the barstool next to David, panting. He signalled for a new beer and turned to David. "Wow, it's hot in here tonight!" He exclaimed, wiping at his forehead. "I think you had the better idea, staying here to drink." He laughed.
"I don't know, you looked like you were having quite a lot of fun out there." David teased.
"I can't help it if I'm gorgeous, now, can I?" Sebastian joked, fixing his hair in a very Kurt-like move. That you are. Thought David.
Seb continued. "Actually, I'm hiding from that guy who punched Nate. He's such a letch and won't take no for an answer, as I found out to my cost before." He rolled his eyes.
David looked suddenly concerned. "What do you mean?" He asked.
Sebastian became more serious. "Well, let's just say my drink got spiked once and I'm pretty sure it was him. I don't remember a hell of a lot from that night, but I remember him all over me in the toilets before someone got him off me and helped me home." He tried to laugh it off, but David put his hand on his arm, not fooled.
"Hey, Seb. You know my history with Kurt, right?" Sebastian locked serious eyes with him and nodded. David continued. "Sure, I kissed him when I was really confused about my feelings for him and my sexuality, I'm not proud of it. But...you know I would never have done anything else, right?"
Sebastian nodded.
"If that guy bothers you any more, let me know, okay? Which one is he any way?"
Seb covertly indicated a guy further down the bar, ordering a drink in a short break from dancing. "That's him. His name is Jake."
David looked over to where Seb had pointed. I could easily take him in a fight. He thought to himself, pleased. "Okay. I'll keep an eye on him too."
"Enough of the serious stuff." Sebastian said. "So, are you having fun?" He smiled at David, waiting.
"Yeah, I'm having fun. I've already got a phone number, too!" He laughed.
Seb grinned. "You're a fast worker, I don't usually get to the phone number part, if you know what I mean." He winked suggestively, smirking. "So, who is it?"
At that moment, Simon walked past, throwing an obvious wink at David. "Oooooh! The new Scottish bartender. Good for you!" He laughed at David's obvious embarrassment.
After chatting for a while longer until Sebastian finished his drink, Seb returned to the dancefloor, David again declining the offer to dance. It wasn't long before Simon came back over to chat between serving customers.
David and Simon were laughing about something when the bartender suddenly gestured behind David's head, saying, "Uh, it looks to me like your mate might need a wee bit of help."
David looked over to where Simon was pointing on the dance floor. Sure enough, Sebastian was trying to fend off a very handsy and probably drunk Jake. The letchy guy had his hands all over Sebastian's ass, trying to dance close while the Warbler struggled to push him off.
David downed the rest of his drink, set it on the bar, and with a nod to Simon, he set off into the crowd. David was deciding what to do as he approached the boys. I don't want this to get out of hand. Jake's a regular here by the sound of it, so I don't know how many friends he has who will help him in a fight. It's really busy tonight. I need to handle this quietly.
He reached the two boys and tapped Sebastian on the shoulder. He spun around and Jake let go in surprise. Dave winked quickly at Sebastian, who nodded very slightly, grateful for the help, waiting to see what David was about to do.
"There you are!" David said loudly as he stepped very close to Sebastian and looped his arms around his waist. Seb's eyes widened in shock, but he quickly put his arms up around Dave's neck. "I do believe you promised me a dance."
David first checked to make sure Jake was watching, before placing his hands on Seb's backside and pulled him flush against him, starting to move with the music, steering them quickly away from Jake. Once they had managed to get a few dancers between themselves and Jake, he dared to look into Sebastian's eyes.
He hadn't ever been so close to Sebastian before. He took the opportunity to admire the beautiful boy while he could, because Seb was sure to stop dancing with him once Jake had got the hint.
"Uh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to imply you can't fight your own battles, but that guy looks like a bad-tempered drunk." He apologised. David realised he was still very close to Seb, close enough to grind along to the music and he willed himself not to enjoy it too much. He closed his eyes and started to pull back.
His eyes flew open again as Seb held him there, saying with a smirk, "Hey, where do you think you're going? I finally got you on the dancefloor, so you're not going anywhere until the song has finished."
David smiled softly and started to move with the music again, holding Seb tight.
Sebastian was confused. What am I doing? Dave's nothing like my usual type. I'm really having fun tonight though. Dave makes me feel safe and he doesn't treat me like I'm easy. He decided to just enjoy dancing with his new friend and leave the analysis for another time.
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