Drabble: Temptation
He wore black chipped nail varnish, too much black eye liner and a permanent grin etched onto his face. He was loud, funny, and energetic; if there was one thing that everyone would certainly agree on about this guy was that he loved to be the centre of attention. The first night Ric saw him he was stood on the bar, in the middle of a club with a half naked dancer pressed up against his body. Ric stared as silver paint rubbed off of her body and onto this gorgeous guy’s shirt as the alcohol poured straight from the bottle into his open mouth.
Ric knew then and there he had to get to know this temptation, this mystery man who seemed to draw people in with his energy and excitement. Ric felt gentle hands clutching at the back of his shirt, guiding him away from the bar and to a booth. It wasn’t that night that he met his temptation properly.
For the last four nights Ric had gone to the same bar with his friends, he was lucky that they all liked it. Drinks were cheap and the music good, apparently there was a band that played here every weekend and that was when the place packed out. Ric kind of hoped that his mystery guy would show up then on Friday night.
The weekend passed by in a blur or tissues, ice cream and dvds. Ric ended up staying in with Tabitha who had just broken up with her current boyfriend and was in dire need of a shoulder to cry on. He’d sort of forgotten about his nail varnished, eye liner guy until the following weekend when Roberto had declared that they all needed to go out and have some fun. In the end the girls stayed in and it was just Bobby and Ric that went out.
It was nearly ten on the Friday evening when Ric saw him. He was walking along the red carpet into the same club; his leather jacket was zipped up and his bright red scarf wrapped tightly around his neck. It wasn’t cold out but the guy seemed content to bury himself beneath the layers of clothing that didn’t hide his toned arms and long legs. Ric for the first time finally understood the attraction of skinny jeans, low slung and barely held up by the leather studded belt that hung on his hips at a cocked angle. His dark brown hair was slicked back off of his face, the ends teased free of their forced gel style by the strong breeze that whipped around them.
Ric was stood outside waiting for Bobby who was on his phone trying to convince the girls to come out once more. Ric, having just finished a cigarette, had his hands thrust deep into the pockets of his jacket, fingers curled loosely about his lighter when deep hazel brown eyes met shocking blue eyes.
For a moment Ric completely forgot where he was.
The mystery man stopped, gaze flicking away from Ric’s as quickly as it had met, caught in the queue of people entering the club. He was talking to someone beside him, sharing an in joke and laughing as they waited for the rest of their group to catch up.
“Who’s that?” Ric stared at his mystery guy, thankful that currently his back was turned away from Ric’s steady gaze and wondering how lucky he could be that their paths were crossing once again.
“Who?” Roberto looked puzzled, wondering who his friend was talking about, he followed Ric’s eye line and huffed loudly, stubbing out his cigarette. “That’s JJ and the gang; they play in the band here.”
“Oh.” Ric was kind of thankful he’d agreed to come out, Roberto (a Brazilian born mutant also known as Sunspot) had been pestering him to keep him company tonight and Ric had been somewhat reluctant. The girls had been discussing making brownies and Ric was hardly the type to willingly turn down chocolate. He jumped though, train of thought broken, when Roberto cupped his hands over his mouth and yelled across the crowd of people.
“OI! JJ! You gonna get us in as well!?”
JJ, who turned out to be Mr Mystery-guy turned to look across the sea of faces, gaze finally settling on Roberto and then across to Ric. His smile became even brighter when he seemed to recognise the voice and he beckoned them over, voice carrying over the noise of the crowd and club music.
“Come on then Bobby... and friend, I’m pretty sure I can fit two more on the guest list.”
They strode through the throng of people queuing, ducking under the velvet rope barrier and were quickly ushered in through the VIP entrance behind JJ and the rest of the guys. There were brief introductions, JJ was a sound manipulator much like the rest of the band were but the names of the other band members were quickly forgotten by Ric who was only interested in JJ.
Bobby and Ric sat in the designated band booth, enjoyed the free beers, endless supplies of shots and listened to the guys perform their two hour set. JJ, Joshua Jay according to the pretty girl who sat to Ric’s left, was the brother of Shannon who was the drummer in the band and her boyfriend, apparently.
Oh! But as in she was dating Shannon, she had added with a drunken giggle... not JJ as Ric had asked her, wondering exactly how “serious” this couple were. They couldn’t be dating anyway, she had claimed, head resting on Ric’s shoulder for a moment as her delicate fingers twisted into the material of his shirt, because JJ was actually gay. So obviously that meant that there were lots of heartbroken girls left waiting around the exit to the club thinking that they might be lucky enough to go home with Joshua when in reality none of them did it for him.
The booth was suddenly a hive of activity; the band having finished their set, were eager to sit back and relax now. Bobby was animatedly talking to Tomo discussing something to do with guitars, Shannon had his girlfriend Kristen? Kirsten? Kitty...? Whoever! Draped over his lap and his tongue shoved down her throat, not that she seemed to mind though.
Pushing up from the booth Ric gestured to Bobby that he was going for a cigarette and headed out through the crowded hallway and onto the fire escape that was reserved for the bands and VIPs to socialise on. Sat on the third step down, a dime rolling back and forth over his knuckles was JJ.
“Mind if I join you?” Ric faltered, suddenly wondering what he would do if he was told he should go.
“Not at all, Julio right? Friend of Roberto’s?” JJ moved over so that Ric could sit comfortably beside him.
“Yeah, call me Ric though.”
“Ric, cool I can do that.... So Roberto and Ric... you two aren’t... you know?”
“Just friends,” he lit his cigarette, offering the half empty packet and lighter to JJ. “He’s too straight for the likes of me.”
“Gay huh?”
“Well technically bi.” Ric watched as JJ pursed his lips around a cigarette, lighting it and slowly drawing in a breath. He glanced up, blue eyes seeming paler in the odd glow of the neon lights. “Your eyes are... muy bello.”
“Brazilian?” JJ flicked the ash from his cigarette, studying Ric with an equal amount of intensity. “Or Spanish?”
“Mexican actually.”
“Sexy...”
Less than an hour later Ric found himself pinning JJ against the wall of his own hallway, their shirts ripped open, jeans quickly discarded and kicked along the corridor. They stumbled towards the bedroom, bumping into walls and sending pictures crashing to the ground before they finally made it to their intended destination. Collapsing back onto the bed Ric pulled JJ with him, biting and licking at his neck with eager strokes of his tongue.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh Ric!” the words bubbled up, spoken with a fervour and throaty groan that only encouraged Ric to continue, hands wandering eagerly over hot flesh and toned muscle. He knew that there would be no going back after tonight, this wasn’t going to be a one night stand or some brief fling. Ric had gotten a taste of sin and he liked it.
Temptation, it seemed, was well worth waiting for.
Ric knew then and there he had to get to know this temptation, this mystery man who seemed to draw people in with his energy and excitement. Ric felt gentle hands clutching at the back of his shirt, guiding him away from the bar and to a booth. It wasn’t that night that he met his temptation properly.
For the last four nights Ric had gone to the same bar with his friends, he was lucky that they all liked it. Drinks were cheap and the music good, apparently there was a band that played here every weekend and that was when the place packed out. Ric kind of hoped that his mystery guy would show up then on Friday night.
The weekend passed by in a blur or tissues, ice cream and dvds. Ric ended up staying in with Tabitha who had just broken up with her current boyfriend and was in dire need of a shoulder to cry on. He’d sort of forgotten about his nail varnished, eye liner guy until the following weekend when Roberto had declared that they all needed to go out and have some fun. In the end the girls stayed in and it was just Bobby and Ric that went out.
It was nearly ten on the Friday evening when Ric saw him. He was walking along the red carpet into the same club; his leather jacket was zipped up and his bright red scarf wrapped tightly around his neck. It wasn’t cold out but the guy seemed content to bury himself beneath the layers of clothing that didn’t hide his toned arms and long legs. Ric for the first time finally understood the attraction of skinny jeans, low slung and barely held up by the leather studded belt that hung on his hips at a cocked angle. His dark brown hair was slicked back off of his face, the ends teased free of their forced gel style by the strong breeze that whipped around them.
Ric was stood outside waiting for Bobby who was on his phone trying to convince the girls to come out once more. Ric, having just finished a cigarette, had his hands thrust deep into the pockets of his jacket, fingers curled loosely about his lighter when deep hazel brown eyes met shocking blue eyes.
For a moment Ric completely forgot where he was.
The mystery man stopped, gaze flicking away from Ric’s as quickly as it had met, caught in the queue of people entering the club. He was talking to someone beside him, sharing an in joke and laughing as they waited for the rest of their group to catch up.
“Who’s that?” Ric stared at his mystery guy, thankful that currently his back was turned away from Ric’s steady gaze and wondering how lucky he could be that their paths were crossing once again.
“Who?” Roberto looked puzzled, wondering who his friend was talking about, he followed Ric’s eye line and huffed loudly, stubbing out his cigarette. “That’s JJ and the gang; they play in the band here.”
“Oh.” Ric was kind of thankful he’d agreed to come out, Roberto (a Brazilian born mutant also known as Sunspot) had been pestering him to keep him company tonight and Ric had been somewhat reluctant. The girls had been discussing making brownies and Ric was hardly the type to willingly turn down chocolate. He jumped though, train of thought broken, when Roberto cupped his hands over his mouth and yelled across the crowd of people.
“OI! JJ! You gonna get us in as well!?”
JJ, who turned out to be Mr Mystery-guy turned to look across the sea of faces, gaze finally settling on Roberto and then across to Ric. His smile became even brighter when he seemed to recognise the voice and he beckoned them over, voice carrying over the noise of the crowd and club music.
“Come on then Bobby... and friend, I’m pretty sure I can fit two more on the guest list.”
They strode through the throng of people queuing, ducking under the velvet rope barrier and were quickly ushered in through the VIP entrance behind JJ and the rest of the guys. There were brief introductions, JJ was a sound manipulator much like the rest of the band were but the names of the other band members were quickly forgotten by Ric who was only interested in JJ.
Bobby and Ric sat in the designated band booth, enjoyed the free beers, endless supplies of shots and listened to the guys perform their two hour set. JJ, Joshua Jay according to the pretty girl who sat to Ric’s left, was the brother of Shannon who was the drummer in the band and her boyfriend, apparently.
Oh! But as in she was dating Shannon, she had added with a drunken giggle... not JJ as Ric had asked her, wondering exactly how “serious” this couple were. They couldn’t be dating anyway, she had claimed, head resting on Ric’s shoulder for a moment as her delicate fingers twisted into the material of his shirt, because JJ was actually gay. So obviously that meant that there were lots of heartbroken girls left waiting around the exit to the club thinking that they might be lucky enough to go home with Joshua when in reality none of them did it for him.
The booth was suddenly a hive of activity; the band having finished their set, were eager to sit back and relax now. Bobby was animatedly talking to Tomo discussing something to do with guitars, Shannon had his girlfriend Kristen? Kirsten? Kitty...? Whoever! Draped over his lap and his tongue shoved down her throat, not that she seemed to mind though.
Pushing up from the booth Ric gestured to Bobby that he was going for a cigarette and headed out through the crowded hallway and onto the fire escape that was reserved for the bands and VIPs to socialise on. Sat on the third step down, a dime rolling back and forth over his knuckles was JJ.
“Mind if I join you?” Ric faltered, suddenly wondering what he would do if he was told he should go.
“Not at all, Julio right? Friend of Roberto’s?” JJ moved over so that Ric could sit comfortably beside him.
“Yeah, call me Ric though.”
“Ric, cool I can do that.... So Roberto and Ric... you two aren’t... you know?”
“Just friends,” he lit his cigarette, offering the half empty packet and lighter to JJ. “He’s too straight for the likes of me.”
“Gay huh?”
“Well technically bi.” Ric watched as JJ pursed his lips around a cigarette, lighting it and slowly drawing in a breath. He glanced up, blue eyes seeming paler in the odd glow of the neon lights. “Your eyes are... muy bello.”
“Brazilian?” JJ flicked the ash from his cigarette, studying Ric with an equal amount of intensity. “Or Spanish?”
“Mexican actually.”
“Sexy...”
Less than an hour later Ric found himself pinning JJ against the wall of his own hallway, their shirts ripped open, jeans quickly discarded and kicked along the corridor. They stumbled towards the bedroom, bumping into walls and sending pictures crashing to the ground before they finally made it to their intended destination. Collapsing back onto the bed Ric pulled JJ with him, biting and licking at his neck with eager strokes of his tongue.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh Ric!” the words bubbled up, spoken with a fervour and throaty groan that only encouraged Ric to continue, hands wandering eagerly over hot flesh and toned muscle. He knew that there would be no going back after tonight, this wasn’t going to be a one night stand or some brief fling. Ric had gotten a taste of sin and he liked it.
Temptation, it seemed, was well worth waiting for.