Retro was a dump.
Marco had been to plenty of dives in his life, but none as
odd, or as trashy as the little college dance hall. The walls were littered with yellowed movie
posters and blinking neon signs. The
floor was sticky with spilled booze and God knew what else, and the lighting
was low, casting everything in a dirty, sepia tone.
The place was hot, from the nearly naked bodies writhing
against each other, pulsing to the crackling New Wave music that hissed from
the old speakers. He had to admit, he
hadn’t expected Devon to want to go to a place like this.
“So, this is your idea of a good time?” Marco leaned close
to Devon, having to yell to be heard over the music.
“Not really, but there aren’t too many other places to go,”
Devon yelled back. “It’s either here or
getting drunk alone in the dorm room. At least here I might get lucky…” Devon’s face went beet red when he realized
what he had just said.
“Oh really?”
“Come on,” Devon grabbed Marco’s hand and pulled him towards
the dance floor.
Marco didn’t fight him.
He probably should have, but the second Devon’s hand touched his he gave
in. He let himself be led onto the dance
floor, into the writhing, sweaty mass of people. He could almost smell the hormones in the
air, the pent up sexual desire, the passion.
They danced, their bodies close together, pushing and
pulling against each other. For a few
songs Marco forgot why he was there. All
he was focused on was the warm, fit male body pushing and grinding against
him. He could feel himself growing hard,
his erection pressing against the thin fabric of his khakis. He knew Devon could feel it, too. He pushed back against Marco, pressing his
ass against the growing bulge, teasing him as his hips swayed to the beat of
the music.
The tempo grew, and Devon picked up speed, pressing harder,
moving faster. Marco’s breath was coming
in short, hot gasps.
Fuck, he thought, I’m getting close. He tried to stop himself, to hold back, but
he couldn’t. It had been too long. His body had been craving this kind of
release, and Devon was giving it to him.
Devon looked over his shoulder, his eyes meeting
Marco’s. He knew exactly what he was
doing. He leaned back, his head resting
on Marco’s shoulder, his lips touching Marco’s ear. He whispered, “come on.”
Marco’s body shuddered as the orgasm ripped through him, his
arms pulling Devon closer. He bit his
lip, trying not to yell, to make any noise, or give any sign that he was
currently engulfed in a wave of pleasure so intense that he worried his knees
would buckle.
When the pleasure had begun to fade Devon took his hand,
pulling him through the crowd of people, towards the back of the bar. He didn’t put up a fight. He couldn’t, even if he wanted to, and he
really didn’t want to.
**
Lee stood outside of the bar. Taking a host had cost him a lot of energy,
and he was hungry again. The bar looked
like the perfect place.
When he opened the front door a wave of smoke and heat
overwhelmed him. The place smelled like
sex, sweat and sin. He smiled. Dinner would be easy to find here.
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