Lounge music, snippets of conversation, patterns of blue, red and yellow sailing along the walls, shifting, changing, consistently regrouping in sync with the music.
�Now,� mouthed Chris silently when he caught Jay�s glance from the opposite end of the bar. Winking at his own image in the mirror he rose.
Of course, people knew this was staged. Or maybe not. Maybe it only began to dawn on them when Chris took the glass from Jay�s hand and put it down on the sleek mahogany counter, the small, precise sound cutting the air like a knife. Let the show begin.
�I�m sure you heard about this new � ,� a man next to them began, but then he just stared, open-mouthed, as Chris pulled in Jay for a long, wet kiss.
Jay made a small, appreciative noise, something like a purr, when Chris� hands came down on his chest and soon found their way into his shirt. No, these weren�t kisses among friends, definitely not, nor kisses stolen just in passing in some sordid, dimly lit corridor so that nobody would notice. These kisses were for everyone to see as the two of them had strategically positioned themselves at the centre of the bar, right under the shiny, yellowish headlights.
When Jay�s expensive white jacket slid to the floor nobody bothered to pick it up.
All of sudden, it was very quiet in the room. Apparently, someone had turned down the music; from outside, the low pounding of a disco beat could be heard, steadily pulsing away in the adjacent rooms. There were scraps of music, sounds of feet shuffling and shrill laughter. But these noises seemed to come from far away, like from a parallel reality.
In here, everything was different. The air seemed somehow thinner, filled with a feeling of � anticipation. No one spoke. People were waiting, with bated breath, though they probably didn�t quite know what they were waiting for. Not until Chris, with a swift movement, tore the shirt down from Jay�s shoulders. Jay�s breathing sped up.
�Disgusting, these faggots,� one middle-aged man at the bar murmured into his whisky. The man next to him gave him a long, disparaging look. �You�d better leave then,� he said coldly.
The first man looked around wildly. �Don�t tell me, you get off on this � spectacle.�
Nobody answered; some men only looked at him with blank stare of irritation while others ignored him completely. Shaking his head and snorting in disgust, he grabbed his jacket and quickly headed for the exit. With a thud the heavy doors fell closed behind him.
�A good thing we sorted that out.� Chris said with a wicked smile, looking around his audience. There was a triumphant glimmer in his dark green eyes. As if I�d give a fuck about what you�re all thinking..
Returning his attention to Jay he lifted the other man�s chin with a finger. �What am I going to do with you now, pet?�
Jay had draped himself against the bar, arms spread, hands left and right flat on the counter. Chris took a step back. With his thumbs hooked in pockets and his head slightly bent to one side, he watched Jay for a while, silently contemplating the next steps. He was not the only one gazing at the well-toned, well-tanned torso, at the dark nipples and trail of hair leading south from Jay�s navel.
In that moment the music in the room was turned up again; weird ambient sounds began to float through the air. Chris smiled, adjusting himself through his pants. �Perfect. Now I know what I want. Strip for me, baby. I want to see you naked.�
Jay gave a low, guttural laugh. �Tsk, tsk, the things you have me do. Here ..., in front all these people.� Yet, he didn�t hesitate for a second and made such a show of slowly unzipping his pants before letting them slide down his legs. Of course, he was naked underneath, the born exhibitionist, and hard already.
Chris looked around again but nobody seemed to take notice of him now. All eyes were on Jay who just stepped out of the bundle of his pants on the floor - and one or the other vaguely noticed, �so this is why he came barefoot�. Like in a trance he began to sway with the music, his hands between his legs, cupping himself.
�Lie down,� Chris commanded. �We want to see how you like to please yourself.�
There was some sort of settee in the middle of the room, cream-white, the perfect contrast to Jay�s dark skin. Transfixed, the men in the room watched him lie down on the smooth surface and stretch like a cat until he had found himself a comfortable position. Lazily, he began to stroke himself.
�Come closer, gentlemen,� Chris said with such a sweet, soft voice, cold steel wrapped in rich black velvet. He knew he was in control of the whole situation, of everybody in this room and he loved it. With a smug grin he studied the audience, their heated faces, their greedy eyes, how two men with grey temples talked to each other, pointing out Jay�s qualities. Silently, Chris chuckled to himself. Yes, Jay�s qualities stood out quite prominently now.
�Don�t be shy. He likes to be watched. Don�t you, baby?�
Jay gave him no answer. Arching up from the pale cushions, he began to pump into his fist, while his other hand was roaming his chest.
Why did nobody object? Chris wondered. Did nobody notice how obscenely surreal this whole display was? Obviously not. Time to speed up things even further.
Only a man in the background caught Chris� eyes when Christ started to unzip his pants now, quite unhurriedly. At least he tried to give the impression as if all this wasn�t such a big deal. As if he wasn�t so horny now, so ready to fuck Jay in front of all these men.
�Enough,� he commanded. �Turn around.� Jay obeyed at once and Chris wasted no time either. He didn�t even take off his shirt, but that wasn�t necessary anyway. As quickly as possible he slicked himself up and prepared Jay with deft fingers.
Because suddenly things couldn�t happen fast enough. Because Jay had a gorgeous arse - damn, he was such a great fuck, with all his impatient moans and whimpers. And because it was a huge turn-on to do him here, like on a stage, to watch his own thick cock slide in and out of that beautifully tight arse, fully aware that everyone else saw this, too.
Yeah, they were there, staring, gaping, shifting uncomfortably in their pants that were way too confining now, but for Chris they didn�t exist anymore. He only saw the damp shine on Jay�s shoulder blades and bent forward to lick the salty sweat from his neck, closing a hand around Jay�s cock. �Yes, baby, yes.�
The second he touched him, Jay came, fast and hard, spilling wet heat over his hand. Chris let him ride out his climax, milking him until he calmed down again, but then he grabbed Jay�s hips and thrust into him fiercely now, madly, letting all go. His own orgasm was just as mind-blowing.
In the background someone was coughing faintly. Chris opened his eyes, at first having trouble making out the peoples� faces around them. �Welcome back to planet earth,� Jay said, kissing him on the mouth. Yeah, re-entering the stratosphere couldn�t be any different.
Later, they had another drink at the bar. Things had gone back to normal, conversation snippets were drifting through the room, someone was playing the piano. It was as if nothing had happened, if it hadn�t been for the hungry glances that scanned them now and then. Jay had thrown on his clothes again, but he was still barefoot, he loved it this way.
�Imagine,� he said, wriggling his toes, �that man over there offered me an obscene sum of money, just to have me for 10 minutes.�
Chris laughed. �What a lucky guy am I that I get you all for free.�
�You�re a lucky guy that you get me at all.�
�You�re such an elitist bitch, aren�t you?�
Jay raised his glass. �To elitist bitches. To freedom. To acting out what others only dream of.�
�Right, next thing you�re going to say is that this whole performance was a sort of moral play to show people that there will always be things that money can�t buy.�
�Yeah, or something like that.� Jay put down his empty glass. �Let�s go. To a place where we�re alone and you can fuck me in earnest.�
�Fuck you in earnest?� Chris rolled his eyes. �You�re impossible. I�ll show you in earnest.�
Slinging an arm over Chris� shoulder, Jay nodded to the barkeeper. �See you. And give us a ring, next time you want a surprise event staged for your guests.�
When they stepped out of the club, the streets were wet and glittering. Grey clouds flew over the moon fast. And the air was mild, soft like cotton wool. Tomorrow it could be spring. And they felt young and invincible and as if the town was theirs.
