“Are you sure this is the right club?” Chandley hesitated to follow Matt and Hollie. “Is this even a club at all?” He appeared to be the only one actually concerned about the outward appearance of the old factory building that was supposed to be a night club recommended by another student from his English class.
“Well, it is the right address, isn’t it?” Hollie stopped briefly to look at Matt who nodded reassuringly after shooting a quick glance at his phone. His GPS had sent them here. Unless Chandley had been given a wrong address, it ought to be the correct place.
“And, look, I think there are bouncers over there” Hollie exclaimed, pointing at two grim broad shouldered men guarding the wide opened double door. If that wasn’t proof enough, ‘Security’ was written in neon blue letters on their black jackets. Suddenly Chandley doubted the idea of coming here in the first place. He’d never been to a night club before and as far as he was concerned, neither had Hollie. He didn’t know about Matt…but he wouldn’t have come here at all if it hadn’t been for Hollie. If this place turned out to be shit or they didn’t even get in, he would be the one to blame. At least that’s what he felt like.
As it was usually the case his worries turned out to be in vain. The bouncers waved them through, even greeting them with a welcoming smile. They looked only half as intimidating when they did.
They paid the entrance fee, got a welcome shot in return and handed their jackets in at the cloakroom. Unfortunately, not being frequent club goers Chandley and Hollie had made the common mistake of having come before midnight, so they wouldn’t have to stand in line for too long. It had worked in that sense as there actually hadn’t been a line in front of the club…but there was equally nobody inside either. At least that way they could appreciate the uncommon location of the club. It was quite fascinating, to be honest. Not a lot had been changed in the old factory building in order to make it look a little more comfortable or homely. Blank walls had been set up in such a confusing way that the whole club seemed like some kind of twisted labyrinth. They didn’t nearly reach high enough to touch the high ceiling, so there still was this constant feeling of openness. Black couches were providing comfy seats around every corner and Chandley was already blushing, imagining the kind of people that would occupy those seats later into the night…and what they might do on there. The unisex toilets struck him as unusual, but it didn’t matter all that much to him, so he just went with it. To be honest, there weren’t exactly a lot of girls here yet anyway.
Music was already playing, but the DJ didn’t have a lot of motivation to get anyone to dance, because there weren’t even enough guests here yet. Therefore, the music was rather bad, probably the DJs personal favourites that no one else ever liked. There was really not a lot to do here yet, after they had checked out the location before everything would be too crowded to move in here. So Matt decided that this called for a drink and bought a round for his two friends.
Chandley had planned to take it easy with the alcohol. While he was still working on his first drink, Matt was already three beers ahead of him. He felt guilty for maybe having chosen a really boring club or simply coming here way too early…either way it was apparently driving Matt to drink.
Occasionally the DJ would play a decent song that allowed Chandley and Hollie to occupy the dance floor, often being the only guests brave enough to actually do so. They didn’t care, because that’s what they came here for after all.
Then, the first clue caught Chandley’s eyes. To be fair, the fact that there were significantly more guests scattered around the club since they had arrived here, but all of them were still men, should’ve been some what of a giveaway. Occasionally seeing dudes wearing net shirts or other brightly neon coloured clothes was only adding to the obvious observation Chandley was about to make soon.
Matt and Hollie had probably long gotten the call before Chandley did. Because he nearly choked on his drink as he spotted the flyers for upcoming gay parties in this exact club scattered around on the tables between the couches. His mind didn’t have to do a hard job putting all the pieces together. It was only a matter of less than a second until he was back at Hollie’s and Matt’s side, having a horrified look around, because suddenly everything was making a whole lot more sense. By now it had gotten so crowded that you could barely move without accidentally bumping into someone else. There were few girls clinging to their friend’s arms, but clearly either giggling away with other gay guys or clearly not interested in guys at all, eyes searching for other girls that might play for the same team.
The music was loud and heavy pressing on Chandley’s ears. The deep bass was getting a hold of his heart, controlling its beat until a sickening feeling spread across Chandley’s stomach. He knew it wasn’t the alcohol…but it didn’t seem like drinking the feeling away would do much good either.
“This is a gay club!” He yelled at Matt. But Matt was so high up and Chandley felt smaller than ever. He had to repeat his rather oblivious statement until Matt finally understood and nodded, taking a long sip from his beer. His expression didn’t change and now it was even harder to read with the dim colourful light illuminating only some features of it, but either way, Matt didn’t seem pleased with the situation. Neither was Chandley. So he began to panic. The drops of sweat wetting his forehead could have also been the result of a very sticky and damp atmosphere, though. Who knew for sure?
“I am so sorry, I didn’t know” Oh now. He was beginning to ramble. This was no good at all. “I wouldn’t have taken you here, if I had known. We can leave any time if you want to. I guess they were just messing with me when they recommended me this place” He swallowed dryly. They would always be messing with him. No matter where he went, no matter how old he got. Some things would never change.
He was silenced abruptly as he felt Matt bending forwards towards him. The taller werewolf was still frowning. “What did you say?!”
Chandley felt a little smaller but at the same time he was glad that Matt hadn’t heard him rambling. If he really wanted to leave, he was free to go after all. “I was just asking if I can get you a beer or something. To make up for this…well…” He looked around, frowning. “…mess”
Matt was about to wave it off, but Chandley had basically already turned on his heels to leave for the bar. He hadn’t even finished his current beer and Chandley was well aware of that. But he was also determined to get Matt a little drunker. This would make things a lot easier for both of them. Or maybe worse. But this was a risk he was willing to take.
Naturally, the bar counter was incredibly crowded and unfortunately Chandley wasn’t the type to push people away just to get the next to turn. People kept talking over him and he was convinced that it was going to take him at least another hour to get two drinks.
Then he felt someone grabbing his ass. There was no mistaking. This hadn’t been an awkward accidental brushing of hand against butt. This had been someone’s full intention. He cringed for the first time as he felt the touch and for a second time at the mere thought of it.
Not even a whole second later, some guy popped up right beside him at the counter, grinning at him until Chandley gave in and returned an awkward smile.
“Hey” The guy said. He was handsome. Chandley had to admit that. Credit where credit was due. He was also rather tall, smooth very tanned skin, black hair and a 9 o’clock shadow. A pair of big black glasses was resting on his nose and his cheeky smile was somehow contagious. “I like the accent” He continued and Chandley couldn’t help but wonder where on Earth he had heard him speak. Maybe he had heard his failed attempts of ordering drinks over the crowd.
“Thanks” Chandley felt visibly uneasy. He kind of liked the attention. But he kind of also wanted to get back to Matt already. What he fool he was. He could easily spend the night having his very first flirt ever, but instead he chose to be with a crush that was never going to be returned. Not yet, though.
Chandley nodded. He wasn’t really sure where to look. It felt awkward to stare, even though this stranger was handsome, but looking away might make him seem not interested. And he didn’t want to do that either. “Been living here for a couple of months now”
The guy managed to get a bar keeper’s attention. “Make that three” he was shouting and now Chandley was sure that he must’ve heard Chandley’s order before.
“I’m Bryan. Nice to meet you” He offered his hand and Chandley took it, smiling.
“I’m Chandley. Nice to meet you too”
“So, that third drink, huh? Is this for your boyfriend or what?”
Clearly, Chandley wasn’t used to annoyingly common flirting techniques. He was just happy somehow was talking to him at all. So he shook his hand quickly. “Oh no! No boyfriend. Just a boy. Just a friend”
“Very good. Would be a shame, because I think you’re really cute. So, tell me about Texas”
Chandley felt the heat rushing into his cheeks. “Thanks, I guess” He chuckled. “Oh, well. It’s big…and less crowded. I grew up on a farm, so there was not much else around”
“A farm, really?”
Just now, the drinks arrived and Bryan handed to of them over to Chandley. “Here, for you and your friend. Anyway…a farm, huh? I bet you can teach me how to ride then”
For a brief second Chandley actually believed that Bryan was talking about riding a horse. But when it dawned on him that he had something very different in mind, he was blushing furiously and somewhat hesitant to answer at all. This was going way to fast. Next thing, he was inviting him to follow him into a toilet stall.
“Uhm…thanks for the drinks…” He bit his bottom lip. “I should carry these over to my friend” He added quickly and just like that he dived back into the crowd, hoping that Bryan wouldn’t follow. Although he did feel a little guilty for just taking off with the drinks.
He found Matt easily, due to his height and all. Obviously, he didn’t tell him about the encounter or that he hadn’t actually paid for the drinks himself.
“You really didn’t have to do this” Matt insisted, but took the drink anyway.
“Oh no, it was nothing, really. Cheers” Chandley took a quick sip, in hopes that he wouldn’t have to answer to any more questions. In the end, he was the one keeping up the conversation anyway. “This might make it easier to survive the night”
His heart did a little jump as he actually caught Matt smiling. “Cheers” He replied.
Right then he knew that this was one of those moments – as trivial as it might seem – that he would remember forever. Just a second, just the blink of an eye, but for this brief moment he felt so perfectly content with himself and this world that its length hardly mattered at all.
Of course, this moment couldn’t last forever. It might have lasted a little longer than it did if it hadn’t been for Bryan, though, who suddenly popped up again, this time lightly wrapping an arm around Chandley’s waist.
The blonde boy was startled by the sudden touch, but too polite to actually push him off. “This is your friend?” He nodded at Matt whose face wouldn’t give away any sign of emotion. For some reason Chandley wanted him to be jealous, but he seemed pretty much indifferent. Matt just nodded back and Chandley thought he could see a little flicker of emotion, maybe a frown or a little pout. But it was probably wishful thinking.
“He’s straight, isn’t he?” This questions frustrated more than it should. How did people just know these things? Why was his own radar not working? If this hadn’t been a gay club, he wouldn’t even have assumed Bryan to be gay. Not even after he had clearly made a move at him.
“Good guess” Matt took a sip from his drink and continued watching Chandley and Bryan.
“Pink would suit you, though.” He winked at Matt. “However…” Bryan turned back to Chandley, his arm was still resting around the boy’s waist. “…I was wondering whether you wanna come dance with me”
Chandley began biting his lip while frantically looking back and forth between Matt and Bryan. He was about to decline that kind offer when he saw Matt nodding reassuringly at him. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea after all. What did he have to lose? Matt was going to still be around tomorrow. Bryan mightn’t. He should take the chance. As much as he dreaded leaving Matt standing here alone. But Bryan had been right. He was straight. It wasn’t like anyone would come snatching Matt away from him.
“Alright” He finally agreed. Happily, Bryan took his hand and led him away from Matt and onto the dance floor. Chandley took one single look back, before he followed willingly. He was already plenty nervous. He wasn’t usually a dancer, but maybe this could be fun anyway.
Luckily, Matt was not going to be alone for long. Hollie made a reappearance, arms linked with a stranger, wearing a neon green fishnet tank top. She was holding a drink and handed it over to Matt who just accepted it willingly. He might as well go for it tonight. He could already feel his first few drinks burning in his veins.
“Matt? This is Ricky. Ricky? This is Matt” She introduced the two of them, even though Matt didn’t seem eager to learn anything about this stranger. “Where’s Chandley?” Hollie asked, slightly disappointed.
“Oh, he’s over there” Matt pointed at the dance floor and a wide grin spread across Hollie’s face.
Matt nodded slowly. “…oh” She giggled. “Sorry, Ricky, I guess my cousin is already busy with someone else. You see, he’s really cute, isn’t he Matt?”
Matt gave a shrug that was not convincing at all.
Hollie punched him into the sight. “Isn’t he, Matt?” She repeated.
Matt took a long sip from his drink. He was too sober for this. “Yes, Chandley is pretty cute”
Hollie was visibly proud. “You see, I promised Ricky to introduce him to Chandley. It’s also his birthday today and I am invited, because he thought my outfit was cute. He also thinks – and I have to agree on this – that you are way to handsome to spend your time alone at the bar. So you’re invited too”
“I have to say, I really don’t agree on that” Matt tried to object, but Ricky suddenly interrupted him, throwing his hands up. “Free shots!” He announced and Hollie copied him immediately as if he was suddenly her very best friend, even though she had just met him. Of course, no one could ever take Matt’s place as her actual friends.
“Free shots!” She repeated. And this was only the beginning of a lot more free shots that were about to come.
Meanwhile, Chandley and Bryan were getting busy on the dance floor. Bryan turned out to be pretty hands-on, which shouldn’t come as much of a surprise to Chandley at all. It did anyway. After they had awkwardly been dancing next to each other for one whole song, Bryan quickly pulled Chandley closer by grabbing his wrists and put Chandley’s arms around his waist while his own hands were running down Chandley’s back, sliding into his back pockets and playfully grabbing his bum.
Chandley cringed once again, but at the same time he could hardly resist the hot sensation rising in his body – especially in one area in particular – as Bryan was grinding against him to the rhythm of the music. Chandley tried his best to keep up without making a complete fool of himself, but the fact that Bryan continuously smiled back at him, occasionally threw random compliments at him or touching him in otherwise inappropriate places made it pretty clear that he was enjoying himself and Chandley’s company anyway. And, to be honest, Chandley was beginning to enjoy his company as well.
This was going on for a couple of songs. They would exchange a few words or change positions, trying out different dancing styles, always laughing inbetween. In short, they were having a great time and already now, Chandley was contemplating asking Bryan for his number later. It would be a number worth saving.
As the song changed again, Bryan made sure to slowly lead Chandley towards the edge of the dance floor until he felt his back against the wall. He hardly noticed, though, he was too caught up in this sweaty, messy sort of dance that kept up the constant heat inside of him. Just the mere thought of what all of this could lead to turned his cheeks bright red. Blonde hair was sticking to his wet forehead, as Bryan suddenly stopped moving to the beat. Taken a back, Chandley automatically stopped too. Forcefully, Bryan grabbed his waist and pulled him even closer, at the same time leaning in for a kiss.
Chandley was far too surprised and scared to react properly. His first instinct wasn’t to give in, but to turn away, accidentally offering Bryan his neck instead. Bryan didn’t take this as an offense, but rather as an invitation to suck Chandley’s neck.
It did feel rather good and Chandley fought hard not to close his eyes and enjoy it. He could hardly concentrate on anything. Suddenly, the music was far too loud, the lights were way too bright and his pants happened to be uncomfortably tight. This was all he wanted, all he could have hoped for tonight, but at the same time it felt so…wrong.
He tried to close his eyes, but felt that he couldn’t. As he opened them up again, the lights were once again blinding him. As everything slowly came back into focus, he had a pretty good overview of the dance floor, peeking over Bryan’s shoulder. What he saw, left him confused, though.
There was Hollie, dancing with a bunch of guys dressed in neon clothes. But there was also someone else. Someone much taller, his movements a little stiffer and less coordinated than everyone else’s. Matt wasn’t dancing that far away from them. How did he have to be? Did Hollie get him that drunk? How long had Chandley been gone?
Suddenly, his wondering and confused eyes met Matt’s, who briefly stopped dancing. He frowned, visibly unhappy catching Chandley in compromising situation – Bryan was getting pretty into it by now, but suddenly he didn’t feel anything at all.
Matt came closer and Chandley began to panic. What was he going to do? Why didn’t he mind his own business? He usually did. And why did he even feel guilty for dancing with Bryan? Matt surely didn’t mind. He shouldn’t…right?
Bryan felt someone patting his shoulder and turned around immediately. He wasn’t much shorter than Matt and recognized him immediately. However, Matt chose to ignore him, holding his hand out to Chandley. “You’re coming to dance with us?” His eyes were glazed, his words came out with a slur. He was beyond wasted.
Matt didn’t waste any more time, suddenly grabbing Chandley by both hands and simply pulling him away from Bryan. “Of course you are!” He answered his own questions. Chandley nearly stumbled over his own feet, Matt was pulling him with this much enthusiasm.
“Wait” Bryan tried to grab for Chandley’s arm and the blonde boy felt helpless standing between those two tall men. He was still not able to comprehend what exactly was going on here. “I thought he was straight”
Matt was getting angry. It was clearly written across his face once he was facing Bryan again. He lifted his finger, pointing it directly at Bryan’s chest. He was struggling to even stand straight as he said “Not when I’m drunk” If it wasn’t for the slur this would’ve come out like the most important fact about Matt’s very nature.
“You heard him!” Chandley shouted back over his shoulder before he willingly let Matt drag him back to Hollie and the others where he was greeted enthusiastically before they all started dancing again.
Chandley had changed his mind. This was it. This was the moment he would never forget. A moment of pure joy, laughing and dancing and not regretting having left Bryan standing there for even a single second. A moment of dizziness and sticky sweat. A moment of blinding lights and deafening music. A moment to remember.