killingsoftly | Celebration Time

Celebration Time

He didn't know how Doc had done it, but whatever he'd done, Devin was glad to be off the hook. The baby wasn't his and that made things so much easier.

"We should go out." He'd made the announcement with a relieved, bright smile. Of course, he mostly knew the clubs he'd played and while they might have good music, he wanted to get lost in it, music and movement and he only knew of one place for that in this town.

Fergus had found it somehow, god knows how. In a basement, but exceptionally well decorated. Velvet and iron, it bordered on goth, but goth with a decidedly gay edge. Straights were welcome, but the likelihood of boys or girls hooking up there was far more likely than boys and girls.

Devin ran it by Warren, hoping it would be okay after all the recent...issues. Then he pulled out his nicest leather pants, not the beaten up every day ones, but the ones he performed in. Gold hoops in his ears, lots of gel. He even pulled out the eyeliner. His shirt was green, matching his eyes, silk and nearly sheer. Finally done primping, he glanced over at Warren.

"Bout ready?"

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Devin preened, just a bit, then reached for the bike helmet. "Joined at the hip, then."

Warren smirked, just a little, but instead of reaching for the bike helmet he reached for Devin. Stepped up behind him, pulling him close, hands on his hips and pressing his body against his, hips and chest and murmuring, suggestive.

"Mm-hmm. Joined at the hip..."

Devin pressed back into him, hips rocking a little. He settled his hand over Warren's as he smiled at him over his shoulder.

"That's not exactly the hip..."

"Close enough," Warren grinned back, nipping gently at his neck.

Realizing, even while he did so, that they were never goign to get out at this rate.

Devin purred a little at the soft nip. "Club. Dancing. We can join later.."

"Mmm." Warren rocked against him a moment then stepped away, grinning. "I'll hold you to that."

Devin smirked, just a bit, turning to nuzzle at his jaw, nip at his earlobe. "There's all sorts of dark corners we could get lost in, if we wanted."

"Ooh. I like the sound of that." One hand slid back to his hip again, kneading slightly through the leather.

Devin brushed his lips over Warren's then stepped back from those too tempting fingers.

"I thought you might."

Warren smiled, then finally snagged his bike helmet, grinning. "Club. Dancing. Right."

Devin grinned at him brightly and took his hand, tugging him toward the door.

Warren laughed as he followed him out, blatantly admiring the view.

The bikes really were the only way to go to get to a club, in Devin's opinion. He let go of Warren just to settle on his and watch Warren get on the second, just as blatantly admiring.

Warren glanced at him, shook his head and laughed before pulling on his helmet.

"Lech."

But it was mostly muffled in the helmet.

Devin blew him a kiss before pulling on his helmet and taking off with a roar.

Warren laughed and followed him to the club, reveling in the wind rushing over his body, cooling him after he was already pretty heated.

Devin parked the bike, hopping off with another grin when they got there. Only then did the nervousness clutch at him a bit, worried about pulling Warren more into his world and not all of the insecurities quite put to rest yet.

Warren hopped off with a grin and a flourish of his long hair that tickled his shoulders as he pulled his helmet off. He was bouncing and eager to get out, have fun, and it wouldn't have occurred to him that Devin was pulling him into anything.

Devin smiled, pushing away the edge and held out his hand.

Warren took his hand, slipping his fingers through Devin's.

"Ready, hot stuff?"

"Always." Devin led them downstairs, past the bouncer with an easy smile and into the club. The music was loud and the place already crowded with the pretty and well dressed and Devin settled into an easy glide that was close to a prowl, moving through the crowd.

Warren followed, glancing around to see how crowded the dance floor was, what kind of place it was. It was better lit than most of the places he hung out, but not bad at all.

And if Devin hadn't told him he was pretty sure he could have guessed. The ratio of six guys to every two girls was kind of... something.

Devin headed for the bar and a couple of excellent imported beers Doc would have approved of.

"What do you think?" His lips were close to Warren's ear to be heard over the music without shouting.

Warren smiled his thanks.

"I think I've never been to a club just for the dancing," he replied, as close. "It's.. better lit than I'm used to."

And he did mean that. The atmosphere was totally different in ways that had nothing to do with sexuality or boys and girls.

"I like it."

"Better lit?" Devin chuckled, then ran his fingers along Warren's jaw and kissed him softly, but thoroughly.

"So do I."

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