He knew people didn’t think he was capable of watching. He knew that they all supposed him to be insane, and perhaps with good reason. He certainly didn’t behave in any acceptable manner; too many drugs, too much sex, everything done to excess until he couldn’t see straight, could hardly even form a coherent sentence. That’s when he settled in to watch.
People shuttled back and forth, to and fro, and Perry watched them all. Male and female, tall and short, fat and skinny. It didn’t matter to him who he watched just so long as they were doing something, engaging in some sort of activity. It let him refocus his brain, remind himself of how the world really worked. He watched a man’s hands finger a cigarette, watched a woman pluck at her clothing. Little unconscious things. Little human things.
A pair of legs caught his eye, long and lean and terminating in a pair of platforms not even a disco queen would wear. Perry smiled and his eyes drifted up. Compact little hips sheathed in leather gave way to smooth skin, an expanse of olive canvas marred by a teasing swirl of dark hair. Then upward, to arms accented by ink and a perfect collarbone nearly hidden in a wash of vivid green feathers. Dave.
Dave saw him looking, always saw him looking. He was the sort of man that craved adoration, conscious or not, and he could sense it miles away. Grinning, he swayed across the room, through the rushing people. Perry’s eyes focused only on him now, partially to satisfy Dave’s ego but mostly because it was impossible to look away.
“I saw you,” Dave cooed, straddling Perry’s pointed hips, leaning over him in a wash of feathers and darkness and someone else’s perfume. Dave was high again, pupils dilated, sharp cheekbones flushed. A good high, then. Perry smiled and rested a long hand on Dave’s stomach. “You were looking at me.”
“I was,” Perry admitted. His fingers stroked of their own accord and Dave arched like a cat. “It was the shoes.”
“It wasn’t,” Dave chided, and he kicked his feet like a child. His skin was warm under Perry’s hands, warm and soft and deceptive. Perry wouldn’t be drawn in again. “You want something.” His voice was a happily mocking sing-song and his callused fingers – the only part of him that was rough – danced across Perry’s cheeks.
“Do I?” and Perry’s voice was harsh though he didn’t mean it to be. His fingers turned sharp against Dave’s skin, little claws that tried to pierce and rend. He did want something, Dave was right. He wanted inside, in a very literal sense. He’d always wondered what it was like to be in someone else’s skin. Dave was a favorite target of those speculations.
“You do,” Dave said, leaning into the little pricking nails. He seemed to enjoy the pain, and Perry wasn’t at all surprised. His dark eyes met Perry’s, gleaming with drug-addled seriousness, and Perry wondered for a moment if Dave was onto him. And what would he say if he was? “You want a kiss.”
Ahh, yes. Perry let out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding and smiled up at Dave, hands reverting to stroking, reaching up to cup Dave’s cheek. Beneath the rough scrape of his facial hair, Perry felt a strong jawline and he gripped it tight. “No,” he said, “I don’t.”
“You do,” Dave protested, a baffled pout curving his full lips. Beautiful. Perry did want a kiss but it wasn’t his way to admit it. Perry Farrell did not want, Perry Farrell supplied the wants of others. Let Dave say he craved a kiss and then they would both be happy. “I know you do.”
“You don’t know anything.” Dave’s pout grew and Perry’s smile stretched across his entire face. Oh, Dave was lovely when he sulked, with that soft mouth and those big soulful eyes. Perry wanted to crawl inside his skull and peek out at himself. He wondered if he looked as predatory as he felt.
“You want me,” Dave stated, and his head dipped down. In spite of the angle, it was Dave who was supplicant, a position that Perry appreciated. He bowed enough to his own desires; no need to become slave to someone else’s. Dave’s lips grazed his and he kept himself perfectly still, betraying nothing though his cock swelled against his leg.
“You want me,” Perry corrected. His hands rested on Dave’s hips, holding him steady as he swayed back and forth, puzzled. Poor Dave. He ought to know better than to play such games when he wasn’t mentally equipped. Well, he would get what he deserved out of it. Perry felt no remorse.
“I…?” Dave repeated, squirming a little in Perry’s lap. There was a flutter of confusion in his eyes, then he nodded slowly. “I… do. Yeah.” His face broke into a dazzling grin, black-rimmed eyes crinkling at the corners. “I do want you.”
“You can’t have me.” The smile blew off of Dave’s face as though plucked up by the wind. His confusion pleased and amused Perry. If it had been anyone but Dave, he wouldn’t have teased. Perry wasn’t in the habit of denying himself much, but he knew Dave and he knew himself, and if they waited, if he drew it out as long as he possibly could, it would be that much more incredible when the time finally came. It was a little like aging wine.
“Perry!” Dave sounded so deeply indignant that Perry laughed. Dave was so sweet, so addled. Perhaps just a taste, then, something to keep Dave up at night. Something to keep him coming back.
He lifted his hands, watched them frame Dave’s face. They seemed long and bony against the lushness of Dave’s features, and Perry found himself admiring the contrast. They would be lovely together one day, he and Dave. Not today, though. Today was only for kissing.
Dave bent willingly, lips parting before he’d even reached Perry. He wasn’t a hedonist like Perry, just a sweet little slutty boy reaching for something to be a part of. Their lips met, soft and teasing, and Dave whimpered a little. Perry swallowed the sound, storing it for later pleasure. Dave was good for that sort of thing, full of noises and movements and glances that Perry could snatch up and hold on to.
The kiss deepened, both of them pushing forward into it. Perry’s tongue coiled out, stroking into Dave’s mouth, tasting cigarettes and other people. He wondered if the next person Dave kissed would taste him, just there at the back of Dave’s mouth. His tongue slid deeper, coiling and probing, searching for something that he couldn’t quite put a name to. He pulled back only when Dave started to mewl and gag, eyes opening slowly.
“P-perry…” But Perry shook his head and laid a finger across Dave’s lips, shushing him. Not now, not tonight. Dave understood and slipped off of Perry’s lap, a little scowl on his pretty face. It made Perry want to laugh. He didn’t expect Dave to be happy about being denied, but watching his displeasure was so much more interesting than anticipating it.
“I’ll see you later, Dave,” he offered softly, crossing his legs and folding his hands in his lap. Dave huffed something unintelligible and stomped off, wobbling slightly on his ridiculous platforms. Poor thing, he had no idea what he was getting himself into.
Laughing, Perry settled back, satisfied eyes once again focusing on the people.
