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Hey everyone! So here is chapter 6. PLEASE ensure you all READ THE NOTE at the END of the chapter as I have a few people to thank. Again please feel free to send comments and feedback to clintjnd@gmail.com.
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I awoke the next morning to silence. I rolled over and looked at the clock and saw it was already 10. 'Great, an hour until I have to go to work' I thought to myself. I decided to skip breakfast and just go for a coffee. I would just get something after my couple hour shift I thought. As I made my way to the kitchen I forced a glance into Adam's room, and sighed in relief when I saw he was already up and gone. I wasn't sure how I would go about confronting Adam about last night.
With coffee in hand, I made my way out onto the veranda to try and clear my head before work. I honestly didn't know what to think about everything. First there was Isaac. A hot, charming and seemingly caring blonde beauty, whom I couldn't get off of my mind no matter how hard I tried. Since the party he basically hasn't spoken a word to me, then last night at the club it was like he was blatantly trying to prove a point to me. Seeing him with that girl ignited a fire full of anger down inside. Fire fuelled by stupidity and foolishness. I was angry with myself for falling for yet another straight guy.
Then there was Adam, who was snaking his way into my mind. He was my roommate and best friend, and I just couldn't think of him that way. He reminded me way too much of Toby, whom I made the mistake of falling for. I refused to let myself look at Adam that way as I didn't want to go through all the pain and heartache of falling for my straight best friend and then risk blowing all of that over some stupid feelings. I had found it rather easy up until this point to do that, as I assumed he was straight. Now I'm not too sure, but that could just be my mind trying to switch off Isaac by seeing any little potential with Adam and magnifying it. After all Adam could be just getting more comfortable around me as we become closer friends. Ugh, why couldn't life just be simple for a change?
I just wished I had someone to talk this through with. I can't talk to Adam about it because, well, he was the centre of it all. I couldn't talk to Kel, as it would be too weird and I didn't want to risk that friendship. Plus she was closer to Adam then me; she would just go and tell him.
I was interrupted from these thoughts by my phone ringing. I looked at the display and saw it was Kel. I decided to ignore it as I was sure Kel would sense something was up and start asking questions I wouldn't be able to answer. And anyway, it was time to get ready for work, so I dumped the last of the coffee down the sink and went for a shower.
The next few weeks flew by and before I knew it, it was once again Friday. Dean and I were going to meet to discuss what our plans were for the night's set.
My classes had finished for the morning and I was now sitting in the cafeteria waiting to meet up with Dean. I found myself getting distracted by all of the thoughts running through my head. The past few weeks Adam and I practically hadn't said a word to one another. It seemed Adam didn't want to bring it up, and I didn't know how to bring it up. The fact was, it needed to be discussed as it was making living in the same apartment as each other extremely difficult.
Dean sitting down across the table from me snapped me back to reality. "Hey" came Dean's cheerful voice.
"Hi" I replied solemnly
"Had better days I'm assuming?" enquired Dean.
"Better weeks more like it"
"Would you like to talk about it?"
"Umm... "
"It's okay if you don't want to. Can I have a guess as to what's wrong?"
"Ah, sure." How on earth would he know what's wrong, I still didn't know the guy too well. We have only chatted a couple times over the past few weeks, and it has always been nothing but general conversation.
"Well I would hazard a guess that whatever is bothering you has something to do with a someone. Am I right?"
I just kind of looked at Dean and nodded a yes, not knowing if I should be saying anything.
"You are trying to make sense of a situation or come to a decision about something?"
I just nodded again.
"This someone is a guy?"
Nod.
"This guy's name is Adam?"
Nod.
"Something happened recently between the two of you?"
Nod. By this point I was shocked at how much on track he was. I didn't know if I should stop him in case he stumbled onto the underlying reason for my mood. I decided to let him continue and see how close he could get.
"You are trying to figure out why it happened and what it means?"
Nod.
"You are trying to figure out if your feelings for Adam are more than just that of a friend?"
I swallowed deeply and nodded while looking away. How on earth does he know that, and did I just admit to him I was thinking about my feelings for Adam; that I was gay? I suddenly became really nervous, and knots began forming in my stomach. I felt something grab my hand, which by this point was fidgeting with the table, and I was forced to look back at what it was.
"Ben, look at me." I slowly raised my gaze so I was looking at Dean once again, tears welling up in my eyes. "It's okay," said his soothing voice. "You want to come back to my place so we can talk with more privacy and plan for tonight?"
I just nodded not really knowing what to say. I might have just outed myself to someone for the first time. What am I supposed to be thinking or feeling? I got up from the table and followed Dean out of the cafeteria and we made our way back to his place.
Dean lived just off campus in one of the university's dorms. His room was extremely small as the university dorms usually are. He had a double bed somehow shoved into the room leaving little room for anything else. He had a set of draws at the end of the bed which you could only just open, a large inbuilt cupboard ran along the side of his bed that wasn't against the far wall, and there was a desk squeezed just inside the door next to the set of draws. The shelves on the walls held loads of books, DVD's and CD's. His walls were relatively bare but the few posters were from movies, and I didn't fail to note they were all of semi-clothed men.
Was it possible that Dean was gay and that was why he had been able to figure all this out?
"Welcome to my room." Dean said as we entered. "Sorry, there isn't much space, but yeah the perks of living in university supplied accommodation." He said while taking a seat on his bed and motioning for me to sit down beside him.
"Yeah it is a little... small." I said while taking a seat next to him on the bed. Nerves still much around. We sat there in silence for about a minute, I didn't know what to say and Dean just sat and looking at me. He finally broke the silence.
"Ben it's okay, your secret is safe with me."
"You mean that you know I'm..."
"Well if I wasn't you confirmed it for me now."
I just stared at the floor not knowing what to think. Someone knew my secret. I didn't really know whether I should be relieved, worried or terrified.
"Come here Ben," came Dean's concerned voice as he enveloped me in a warm hug. The nerves and fear that encompassed my body were instantly washed away. The fact that he was reacting this way made me feel safe and secure.
With his head now next to my ear he whispered, "I think it will make this easier if you knew that I'm gay too".
Hearing those words I jerked back out of his arms and stared at him. Searching his face for any sign that he was playing some cruel joke. Could it be possible I had found someone I could finally share this with. "You're gay?"
"Yes. I wouldn't just say that now would I?"
"No I guess not. I just mean... oh man..." I didn't know what to say. Excitement and relief took over my body and the ability to construct a sentence was lost.
"Haha I guess you haven't told anyone before huh?"
I suddenly froze and shook my head, with the realisation setting in that I still had the looming issue of Isaac and Adam. "How'd you know?"
"Takes one to know one I guess. It's just small things, which to another gay guy are obvious. Plus I saw the way you were eyeing Adam all night the last few weekends."
I blushed at this statement. "Yeah... I don't know what's going on there."
"What do you mean?"
"It's complicated."
"Ben, it will be good to get it off your chest, and I am here to listen and offer my opinion and guidance. So please, take your time."
I took a deep breath and began explaining to Dean my attraction towards both Isaac and Adam. Running through the events of the party and how Isaac was now acting, and why I didn't want to be falling for Adam, briefly touching on the subject of the old friend. I finished off with the events of that Friday night after our first performance.
Dean remained silent throughout my whole story, nodding occasionally to acknowledge what I was saying. Once I finished we sat there in silence, as it seemed Dean was processing what he was about to say.
"All I can say is you need to talk to Adam about it. Confront him and find out whether it was just a drunken episode or whether there were actually feelings behind it. As for Isaac I will need to meet this mystery hottie for myself to offer any opinion."
"You're right, but now it's just a matter of how and when I should go about it. He has barely spoken a word to me the last few weeks, but it's not like I have tried to have a conversation with him either."
"You will figure it out. When the time is right the words will come to you. Just don't confront him about it when either of you are angry or have been drinking."
"Noted. So can I ask a few questions?"
"Sure, fire away."
"Ok, umm... who are you out to?"
"Knew that one was coming, haha. I'm out to everyone that matters, specifically my family and friends. I don't advertise that I'm gay but if people ask I have no problem telling them. If they have a problem with it then that's their problem and I don't have time for that."
"Were all your family and friends fine with it?"
"Most were. There were a few family members with whom it took a little while to come around and realise I was still the same person. They just now know I want to be with another guy. As for my friends I've lost a couple over it, but that just shows what kind of people they really are."
"Do you currently have a boyfriend or have you been with anyone?"
"Haha curious one aren't we?" Dean stated with a slight giggle.
"Sorry you're just the first gay guy I have openly talked to." I said blushing again slightly.
"Its fine. No I don't have a boyfriend and no I haven't had one before. I have fooled around with a few guys but never all the way. Anything else?"
"No that's all... for now." I said slyly trying to hide a grin. "So shall we move onto how we are going to wow people tonight?"
"Sure."
"Do you have any plans or ideas?"
"Not as such. I was just thinking we could do something similar to what we have been doing. Do some song mash-up's and get people to nominate songs and we can attempt to meld them together. I enjoy it and I think people enjoy being able to have some input into what they dance to."
"Sounds good to me. As long as we don't get another song I don't actually know the words to haha."
"Haha. They didn't even notice you put some of your own lyrics in."
At this point my phone began to ring. It was Kel, probably wanting to know about tonight.
"Hey Kel."
"Hey Ben. I was just calling to see if you were going to Isobar tonight and performing again."
"Yeah I will be there. I'm actually over at Dean's right now sorting out plans. I'll meet you there tonight."
"Sounds good. Adam and I will see you there."
With that I ended the call with Kel and groaned at the thought that once again I would have to spend an agonising night at the club seeing Adam and probably Isaac, and be hurt by the fact that right now I can't have either of them. Dean must have understood what was said.
"He is going to be there tonight, isn't he?"
I just nodded my response.
"Well, try not to think about it too much. Hey I've got an idea!"
"What?!" I said looking at him a little concerned about what he was thinking.
"Not telling." Dean said with a cheeky grin on his face.
"Dean! Tell me what it is."
"Nope, you will find out later. I just need to get you dressed. Let's see..."
At this Dean searched through his closet for some clothes for me to wear for the night. Once we were both changed we headed off to the club to get set up.
Dean and I arrived at the club while it was still quite and began setting up for the night. He still hadn't told me what his idea was and I was becoming ever more curious. The only clue I had was what he had dressed me in. I was dressed in tight leather pants, a black muscle singlet and a black leather jacket. Without sounding cocky, I had to admit, I looked hot. I had never worn leather pants before so it was taking some getting used to. Not knowing what Dean had planned was eating away at me, but he refused to tell me.
Once we started, time flew by; the club was becoming fuller and fuller. You practically couldn't move both upstairs and down. Despite the mass amount of bodies I could still easily spot the two faces I both didn't want to see, but longed to at the same time. I was still so confused. Isaac was in the middle of the floor, chicks hanging off of him everywhere, stealing glances at me and quickly looking away every time I passed a glance from the stage his way. Adam on the other hand was where he usually was, right at the front near the stage. Although we practically hadn't spoken a word to each other for the past couple of weeks, here he was, front and centre, looking up at me smiling. His smile was infectious. Whenever I looked at him, all my fears drained away, and I couldn't help but smile back. Why is it I just can't talk to him and find out what happened the other week?
When the current song finished Dean beckoned me over to him. "Okay ready for my idea?"
"Ah, I guess so." Now I was nervous. He was obviously going to get me to sing something. He then explained to me his idea. "No! No I don't want to do that. I can't do that!"
"Ben. Yes you can. You told me you wanted to, so now's your chance."
I just stood there looking at him with a helpless expression on my face, saying that I did not want to be doing it.
"Ben, trust me. You can do it. I do have a secret agenda behind why I am getting you to do it, but you will find that out later." With that he ushered me away and started to address the still ever growing crowd.
"Okay everyone. Ben here is about to sing his last song for the evening." Everyone groaned at this comment which made me chuckle. "Yes I know it's a tragedy, but he has something special for you to set you off for the rest of the night. This is an invitation for you all to start getting down and dirty, and throw away any of tonight's inhibitions." With that the music started and Dean gave me a wink.
Dean's idea was for me to sing 'Not myself tonight', as I had mentioned to him that I wouldn't mind giving it a go, down with a bit of the dancing too, but I was too embarrassed and afraid to try it. Right here, right now Dean had given me no choice. I took a deep breath and began.
Slinking into a dark corner at the end of the bar, I let myself have a brief smile as the last few beats of the previous song washed over me. It was working well, the singing/DJ mixture. The club had more people in it than anyone could previously remember; even Dean on his own was becoming more popular; the practice with me giving him helpful hints was really coming through in his solo performances. Our duo still proved to be the most popular, so popular that the owner of the club had started trying out different post duo happy hour' style events, the most popular so far being the Shirtless Hours', so popular that for the last few weeks it had been the only thing on after Dean and my duos; all the clubbers eagerly removing their shirts to either bare chests or bras, the lighting changing from the normal neon to strobes and the music `tweaked' by Dean all proved to be immensely popular.
Even as I downed my third drink of a potent mixture of cheap vodka and cheaper rum, I couldn't help notice the crowd around Isaac growing as he removed his shirt, a full minute before the lights began to change. At the same time as my fourth drink arrived, the first song of the evening, usually a general measure of ambience for the remainder of the night, began to thrum out of the speakers, strangely untouched by Dean's hand...
Sun down, Friday night, Uptown city lights, Here I go start it out, I like,
Shifting my gaze away from Isaac and his harem, I found the reason for Dean's lack of tinkering with the music; a tall beach browned lad with brown puppy eyes hidden partly hidden by a fringe of curly brown hair was the reason, the sort of reason that reached out to stroke a cheek and admire glasses frames. Even as the two brown haired men removed their shirts and began dancing their way into the heart of the melee gyrating to the music, I decided it was time to flee the scene before I started to feel sorry for myself not being able to have Isaac's attention. Leaving my half drunk drink on the bar, I began to move towards the door, my back to the growing number of people taking advantage of the combination of song and shiftlessness. It was just as I was about to squeeze past the last group of people between myself and the door that a pair of hands snaked around my waist, pulling me back into a firm embrace, a half hidden face brushing against my ear.
Dressed up out the door So damn ready for one night maybe more, I like, I like, With strobe light hot coarse dirty minds When you cross my way, I like, I like,
"Where are you going?" The mouth rested against the edge of my ear breathing softly, one hand snaking under the hem of my shirt, light fingers brushing against my abdomen; the voice strikingly familiar.
"Seems like you have something to be proud of... Not something to hide..." Slowly pulling them backwards, the mysterious stranger kept on running his spider fingers around the ridges in my stomach; caressing it just enough to make me start to squirm with delight.
"Why don't I help you with this..." The faceless voice's hands slowly start to tug the shirt up, my arms rising of their own accord, my shirt sliding off, only to be cast away. As the shirt is lost in the darkness, the hands return, this time with less featheriness and more force, pressing into my abs stroking them with increasing enthusiasm, the music slowly working its way into our limbs.
Just you and I touch at first sight, And the world around us won't stop turning to night, I like, I like, I'm losing control right now and I feel it's right, I like, I like,
Not caring that I didn't know whom the mysterious person was, I began to move with my captor, moving with the music, dancing together, pressing myself into the warm, strong chest behind me, and relishing in the feel of someone holding me. Letting go of my earlier desire to leave, I grasped the hands that were exploring every inch of my exposed body and pulled them off, turning around before they could re-attach themselves. At the same time as I turned around, a strobe light flashed revealing for the first time, Adam's face. Faltering only for a moment as the light faded, my mind silently hushed the voice saying that it was Isaac I wanted, not Adam, and let my instinct take over.
Were caught in this moment I won't let you go, And the world around us won't stop turning to night, I like, I like, I like, I like, Hey there, pure star lets go way to far come a little closer I like,
Turning the tables on Adam, I let my own hands wrap around the waist in front of me, pulling the body closer, our chests pressing against each other, one of my hands grasping the flexing, jean clad mounds of Adam's arse, while my free hand snuck between the two of us to a nipple, tweaking it slowly, such an unexpected sensation that the hands that had previously been feeling me suddenly grasped onto me as though the world were falling out from under our feet. Smirking at the exciting turning of the tables, I continued to twist at the vulnerable nipple, my victim quivering and pulling me closer and closer, trying to trap my arm but to no avail.
Heart flips up and down, Dancing on sleazy ground, Betcha want to get it on, I like, I like,
Grinding our hips together, my body began to react to the stimulation, hardening as I felt Adam regain some control in an attempt to reciprocate the attention that I had given him, pushing me away and spinning me around back to our original positions. Bringing his mouth to my ear, his breath blew against the exposed flesh; cool on the sweat covered skin.
"I see your having fun now... Aren't you glad that you stayed?" Adam's voice crooned directly into my ear.
Were caught in this moment I won't let you go, And the world around us won't stop turning to night, I like, I like, I like, I like, Dance all night don't stop the music, I like I can't refuse it, Dance all night don't stop the music, I like I can't refuse it
Even as the words passed by my ear, I felt the two hands cover my groin and one of my nipples. Without awaiting for a reply, they began to squeeze and twist gently, strong fingers sending sparks of sensation around my body, my eyes closing, my breath coming out in soft pants, pressing back against the solid body behind me, grinding my hips against the growing hardness just below my waist, the grip on my own stiffness increasing with each push against the one behind.
And the world around us won't stop turning to night, I like, I like, I'm losing control right now and I feel it's right, I like, I like, Were caught in this moment I won't let you go And the world around us won't stop turning to night, I like, I like, I like, I like, I like
As the sensations started to become too much to bear, the hand on my nipple gave a more aggressive twist, a moan escaping from my mouth of its own accord, even as my head fell back against Adam's shoulder. Wondering how much more I could take, my mouth was suddenly covered by that of my tormentor, a strong tongue sliding against my own. Despite the slowly increasing ache in my neck, I returned the kiss as best I could, my tongue wrestling with that of my torturer, fighting for the right to explore the cavern beyond. Pushing past, my tongue managed to slide against the roof of Adam's mouth, earning me a vibrating groan that sent waves through my tongue, an entirely new sensation that I had no guard against...
I awoke suddenly, short of breath, panting, drenched in sweat with dampness in my boxers. Realisation taking over that it was all just a dream. Remembering I had in fact left the club early due to not being able to be around Isaac or Adam anymore.
My brain suddenly went into overdrive. I had just had a dream about... about Adam. What was that? Why did I have that dream? Was it Adam I truly wanted? Was that dream telling me something? I was craving and wanting to be with Adam. Glancing at the clock to see it was 3am I collapsed back down into bed. Too exhausted to get out and clean myself off. I drifted back off to a less than peaceful sleep.
Thanks for reading the sixth chapter of my first story. I have a few thankyou's for this chapter. The first goes out to my amazing editor. Thank-you so much again for correcting all my horrible mistakes. I will get it right someday. The second thank-you goes out to a mate of mine who has written the dream scene that features in this chapter (i.e. the scene with Ben and Adam in the club). He was kind enough to write that scene for me. I personally think his work is awesome, so thank-you so much for writing it. If any of you have any comments for his writing please submit them to me and I will pass them onto him. My third thank-you goes to those who have been there for me over the last few weeks, I can't thank you guys enough. Especially one of you, you know who you are, a big thank-you goes out to you. Lastly thanks to everyone who reads my story and sends through such positive and encouraging feedback. I try and reply to all of you and if I have missed replying to you I sincerely apologise. And thanks for being so patient in waiting for this next chapter. Sorry for saying thank-you so much but it needed to be said.
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