I parked the Twinkie on the street three blocks away from the Rainbow Room. There were no parking spaces any closer, but I didn't want to park my well-known vehicle right outside a gay club anyway, just in case. We didn't talk as we got out and walked there. The street was busy with people coming and going, stepping in and out or bars and restaurants. Various types of music boomed out of each bar whenever a door opened and in the distance the flashing rainbow sign above the club could be seen.

I shoved my hands into my pockets and my footsteps slowed as we approached. JJ was doing the same thing, hands in pockets, strolling slower and slower, gazing nonchalantly around as we didn't have a plan, or anything to do.

I chuckled. "Are you as nervous as me?"

JJ glanced at me and opened his mouth, then shut it again. Then he grinned. "I was about to lie, but yeah."

"I'm surprised you aren't making some crack about how you're nervous because you're so hot all the guys in the place will be after your ass," I joked.

His eyes widened and he stopped walking. "Um—"

"Shit, I'm sorry." I groaned inwardly at having reminded him of what his dad had tried to do to him.

He shrugged one shoulder.

"It'll be fine. I doubt many people will notice us and any that do will see we're together."

"Yeah." He shook himself. "I'm not letting you out of my sight."

I smiled. "Let's do it. If it's awful, we can leave, right?"

We continued walking at normal pace. I knew if I'd been alone and had decided to go to this club, I would have walked past and pretended I was going somewhere else. Then probably gone around the block and walked past again as I tried to pluck up the courage to go in. JJ strode up to the door where two doormen stood and I followed, my heart pounding. I knew we didn't look twenty-one. We'd never get in, even with fake ID. But one of the burly guys in a suit simply waved us in and a moment later we were in the lobby, waiting behind four other guys who were paying their cover charge.

"Wow, I can't believe they didn't ask for ID," JJ whispered.

"I was thinking that." I pulled out my wallet. "How much is it?"

"Ten bucks. I'll get this."

I put my wallet away again as we moved up to the desk and JJ handed over a twenty. Double doors at the other side of the lobby opened to admit the other four guys, and deafening dance music blasted out. JJ glanced at me as we followed, then suddenly slid his hand into mine and gripped tight. I looked down at our hands, surprised, and instinctively turned to see if anyone was watching.

"It's a gay club, right?" JJ said in my ear. "I bet there are people doing more than holding hands in there." He pointed beyond the doors. "No one will give a shit."

"Yeah. Of course. Sorry." I laughed a little and we stepped through the doors.

The music was so loud, my chest vibrated from the bass beat. A large dancefloor was about half filled with writhing bodies, many of them without shirts, their arms in the air. Off to one side, a DJ danced behind a brightly lit mixing desk, one fist punching the air in time to the beat as he pushed buttons and changed the track.

"Shall we get drinks?" I suggested, spotting the bar with a crowd of guys in front of it, jostling for position as they placed their orders.

"Yeah, okay."

We joined the others and found a space behind a group of three men who had just been served with bright green cocktails. They moved away and we stepped into their place. There were four barmen, all shirtless and all busy mixing cocktails like Tom Cruise in the movie. The one nearest us glanced our way and nodded, then carried on serving the couple next to us. When he was done, he turned to us. "What can I get you?"

"Two beers, please," I said.

He grinned. "We don't get many requests for beer in here. New, aren't you?"

I nodded sheepishly and my face grew hot.

"Young, too. I bet you're not a day over eighteen, the pair of you." He winked and two beers materialised in front of us.

I blushed harder and JJ laughed nervously.

"I won't tell." The barmen winked again, and I passed him a note to pay for the beers.

He held up his hand. "Put it away, man. Cover charge gets you two drinks each."

"Oh! Thanks." I picked up one of the beers. JJ grabbed the other and we left the bar and found a spot to stand at the side of the dancefloor where we could watch the dancers. I continued to clutch JJ's hand and noticed his palm had grown as sweaty as mine. "You okay?" I said in his ear.

"Yeah." He squeezed my hand and gazed around us. Two guys near to us were grinding against each other as they danced, one with his hand down the back of the other's jeans. "Wow. This is kind of intense."

"Isn't it what you expected?"

"Well, yeah, I guess. It's just more when you're here, rather than seeing pictures."

"I know what you mean." I gulped some of my beer. My heart pounded against my ribs as I watched the dancers and imagined myself joining in, moving to the beat with JJ in my arms, writhing against each other, sweating. My cock thickened. Instinct told me to put my hand in my pocket to disguise it, but I didn't have a free hand. A quick glance showed me JJ was hard, the outline of his erection obvious in his tight pale-coloured jeans. "Shit," I muttered. Suddenly, I couldn't wait to dance with him.

We finished our beers and found a shelf at the side of the room to place the empty bottles on. A cluster of empty bottles and glasses already occupied it and it seemed to be the place for everyone to leave their finished drinks.

"So, do you want to dance?" I asked.

JJ grinned. "Yeah, I wasn't sure if you would though."

"That's what we're here for, isn't it?" I tugged him onto the dancefloor. A few guys looked at us, some affording us only a quick glance while others stared long and hard, their eyes raking down our bodies and back up. I felt almost naked as their gazes lingered on my crotch, and I pulled JJ towards me. He pressed against me and the hard bulge in his jeans bumped against mine. I groaned and earned a soft laugh in my ear in return.

"I hope you're not turned on from all these half naked guys around us," he said, his lips brushing my ear as he spoke.

"I could say the same to you." I wrapped my arms around his waist.

"You know they're all looking at you."

"They're looking at us," I corrected. "Probably because they come here every week and they know we're new."

"They're probably thinking, 'yeah, fresh meat.'" JJ began to move to the music, his body sliding against mine and rubbing our groins together.

"Stop it."

"Stop what? Talking or dancing?" He grinned.

"You're a tease. The first one."

"I'm glad you didn't say the second one." His lips touched my ear, in a kiss this time rather than an accidental brush.

Again, I glanced around us, finding it difficult to relax with so many people around us, even though they were all of like minds and all doing the same thing. But no one was watching us. The ones who had looked had turned away, and the dancers around us were either dancing in groups or writhing against each other with eyes only for each other. I relaxed. I was being silly. We were just like them—enjoying each other's company and a sexy dance in a place where nobody cared or even noticed. Bravely, I slid a hand down to JJ's ass and pulled him tighter against me. His erection rubbed harder against mine, and he groaned in my ear. He slid a hand under the back of my shirt and touched my warm damp skin.

"Fuck," I muttered. We'd been on the dancefloor about three minutes, and I already felt like I could come in my pants. There was something incredibly arousing about dancing with JJ, all hot and sweaty, to deafening music that wasn't usually our cup of tea, surrounded by crowds of people who might or might not be watching us.

JJ bit my ear lobe, then nibbled at my neck. Then his lips found mine and it didn't occur to me to worry about anyone looking. I thrust my tongue into his mouth. My cock throbbed and I squeezed his ass, pulling him harder against me. He gyrated his hips, giving us both some delicious friction. My balls pulled up and I groaned into his mouth. Shit, I could actually come, right here on the dancefloor. The thought was exciting and a little horrifying at the same time, but I went with it. Did it really matter? I'd be willing to be a lot of the guys around us were in the same position. In fact, a quick glanced over JJ's shoulder showed me two guys, one with his back to the other's chest, his eyes closed as his partner behind him slid a hand inside his pants to stroke his very obvious erection.

JJ pulled his lips from mine and returned to my ear. His breath fanned my hot skin as he breathed hard. "I want to have sex," he said.

Immediately, an image of us naked in my bed with him under me flashed into my mind. It was quickly followed by one of him fighting off his father's friends as they tried to strip him.

"Are you sure? It's really soon after—"

"I want to," he insisted.

"It's not just because this here is such a turn on?"

"No. I want you to fuck me. I've been thinking about it before this. A long time before actually. Years. I just never thought I'd have the opportunity."

I groaned. "I can't believe you want to talk about this now."

JJ laughed and rubbed himself against me a little more. "You do want to, right?"

"Are you kidding me? Of course I want to. But you're a tease. Are you trying to make me come on the fucking dancefloor?"

"I bet we wouldn't be the only ones. Who would care?" He parted his legs a little and rocked against me.

"You're an exhibitionist."

"Yeah." His grin widened before he pressed his lips to my ear again. "It's this place. The music, the atmosphere, the sweaty smell. It's making me horny."

"I can tell." It was making me horny too. I didn't like public displays as a rule. I had never kissed Sarah in front of anyone, but that probably had more to do with the fact that I hadn't really wanted to kiss her at all and was convinced I wouldn't look like I was into it. With JJ, I was definitely into it, but I wouldn't want to embarrass Pope and Kiara by kissing him in front of them or risk their endless teasing. And if we kissed anywhere else, we would out ourselves when that was something we hadn't even discussed. But here—nobody cared. I could kiss him, touch him, grind against him, and we'd only be doing the same thing many others were doing.

I slid my hand down his ass and pressed my fingers between his legs. He shuddered against me and slipped his hand into the back of my jeans. I stroked him, pressing my fingers against the sensitive area behind his balls. His breath rushed out into my ear. "I'm gonna come."

I held him tighter and closed my eyes. It was just him and me. With my eyes shut, the dancers around us disappeared and it was just us, together. I felt him come, his trapped erection throbbing against mine, and his deep groan filled my ear. I moved my hand from between his legs and rested it on his back, clutching at him as heat crawled up my spine.

"Shit," I muttered. I was coming in my pants, on a dancefloor in front of dozens of people. My underwear grew wet, and my knees trembled. Panting, I opened my eyes and glanced cautiously at the people around us, but no one was looking. They were all doing their own thing, and the face of the guy who was being groped told me he was about to come too.

This was a whole new world to anything I was used to. I hadn't been sure I would like it and as we walked through the doors less than half an hour ago, I'd even been nervous about holding his hand. Now, I was filled with excitement and hoping it would be something he would want to do again someday. And his words were imprinted on my brain—"I want to have sex."