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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It sent a thrill down his spine, that he could evoke that kind of reaction. His hand pressed to the small of Devin's back, the tip of his tongue teasing over his lips.

Devin parted his lips for him, tongue teasing back. His fingers settled on Warren's jaw again, stroking lightly over his skin as he deepened the kiss.

Warren gasped a little into his mouth, pressing up against him and more grinding than dancing at this point, although it was still graceful and somewhat demonstrative.

Devin was able to keep both up, dancing with a preternatural grace, and kissing Warren with a deep hunger.

Warren's head was swimming, all the heat of their dancing and sensuality and the music and the rhythm. His lashes fluttered a bit, eyes closing, opening. He sighed, almost moaned, soft into Devin's mouth.

Devin swallowed the soft sound, fingers playing over his skin softly, gently, pushing them both up a bit higher.

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Warren's skin was on fire. Not literally, thank god, not yet. He still had enough control for that.

His hand smoothed over Devin's hip, up his side, fingers curling into his back a little possessively.

The music changed and it took Devin a moment to shift with it, so lost was he in the kiss. His Warren, and this, and how it should be between them.

Warren didn't even hear it, shifting only when Devin did. He could drown in this and be perfectly happy.

Devin had to break the kiss before he pushed Warren to the floor right there. It wasn't that kind of a club and he wanted to be able to come back. He rested his forehead against Warren's just breathing for a moment, then backed up a little from him, smiling.

People around them didn't seem sure what to think. Warren wasn't sure what to do, smiling breathlessly back, poised on the balls of his feet almost waiting for something.

Devin touched his cheek lightly, then flashed him a grin and went back to dancing, perfectly happy to draw this out for as long as possible.

Warren grinned back, flushed and happy.

Dancing was a little easier with a few inches of space between them, more because he could think, could do something besides respond to Devin's seductions and want to throw him on the floor.

Not that he minded that part, either. Definitely not.

The music was good and Devin reveled in just the sound of it. When he added that to Warren, to the energy of the crowd, the pulse of the room itself, he thought he might have been in heaven.

Warren was dancing easier now, more confident with the success of the evening. With how he stacked up against Devin, which, this was Devin's element. This was his territory, and if he could do half as well as Devin.

Which he certainly seemed to be. Warren grinned, showing off just a little bit more.

Devin liked him showing off, grinning at him in delight.

"You're beautiful."

Warren probably would have preened more if they were in private.

He opened his mouth to thank him when some unfamiliar voice chimed in with "Hear hear.." from somewhere to his left.

Now that was startling.

Devin looked at the new addition, dark speculation in his eyes, sliding over him.

The young man was almost as up in flames as Warren, only in the more metaphorical sense. Tastefully dressed at least, hair swept back and long wisps down his shoulders. He stared back at Devin as though trying to match him for boldness.

Warren moved back over, closer to Devin, torn between amusement and curiosity, and something a little warier and more startled.

Devin smiled, willing to be friendly. It was a club. A friendly place. The boy wasn't a threat.

"You have good taste."

Warren chuckled a little, kept it low and teasing.

The boy glanced back and forth between the two of them. "Don't suppose there's any chance you two are just friends..."

"No." Warren overlapped him.

Devin flashed them both a grin at that. "No."

"Oh." The boy looked crestfallen, and started to slink off.

Warren looked both non-plussed and amused, and glanced at Devin for some sort of cue.

Devin smiled a little, glancing at Warren, then at the boy.

"What's your name?"

"Johnny..." The boy looked at least a little less crestfallen, if not exactly hopeful.

Warren settled into Devin's lead, intrigued.

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