The glittering lights danced in never ending excitement. His shoulder length hair flopped around his head as he moved to the pounding beat. The heavy techno, that controlled every person in the room. A hand brushed his ass, encircle his waist. He didn't bother to look behind at his newest dancing partner. He ground his ass into the other mans hips, the other man tightening his hold on him. The lights beat down on their faces, lighting the two men up in different colors. The blond's hair continued to move in time with the music. The other man moved his hand down to the blond's crotch.

That was his cue, Dustin turned around to face the man he was dancing with. He was tall, maybe 6'2. Brown hair, styled neatly, from the feel of his chest, he made it to the gym at least 3 times a week. Yes he'd do, he qualified. Dustin ground his hips against The brunette's, feeling the beginnings of his erection. Without another word, Dustin grabbed the man's hand, leading him up and out of the fantasy land of the club and onto the street. Never saying anything he unlocked his car, and got in, waiting for his one night stand to get in.

"Josh." The man spoke.

"Dustin."

Josh nodded and took his hand, "Nice to meet you." Dustin, let his hand linger in Josh's, before letting go, and running a hand up Josh's thigh. He felt the muscle tense as he moved upwards, stopping just before the top of his leg, Dustin turned the car into the parking lot of his apartment. He parked the car and took Josh's hand again.

Once in the elevator Josh's hand slipped down to cup Dustin's ass. Dustin gave into temptation and placed his lips over Josh's. It wasn't a passionate or romantic kiss. It was a kiss that said plainly 'I want to fuck you, badly.' Dustin found himself pinned against the elevator wall. Exploring this complete stranger's mouth. There was a thrill to it all. Not knowing what would happen, he could be an ax murderer for all he knew.

The elevator beeped and they stumbled out of the elevator, a mix of arms, legs, and lust. Dustin pulled Josh's hand out of his front pocket momentarily in order to grab his keys and opened the door, pushing it closed with his foot behind him. They didn't even make it into his room. They were on the floor, tearing at each other's clothing. Dancing the age old erotic dance that was meant to be between a man and a woman, but here was happening between two men. Dustin found a condom, and Josh slipped it on.

Then Dustin was laying flat on his stomach on the hardwood floor, gasping as Josh thrust into him. He sighed and closed his eyes, concentrating on the feelings of utter ecstacy that where running through him. He was almost there. Slam, Josh pounded into him, once, twice, third time, and Dustin gasped, his body shaking as he came. Josh shuddered and collapsed on top of Dustin.

Exhausted, they walked into Dustin's room and collapsed on his bed. Falling asleep, satisfied, as the smell of sex clung to them.

Blaiz plopped down on the nearest empty stool in front of the bar. He pushed back his cotton candy pink hair, his metallic blue painted nails shining silver as the caught the light. The night had been fruitless, well that wasn't true, it was full of fruits, but none of them were worth sleeping with. It seemed like no one good looking was here tonight. Well there had been one, but he'd quickly left with what seemed like the only other good looking guy in the entire place.

"Bad night?" Blaiz looked up. Maybe he'd spoken to fast, this guy was gorgeous. His messy black hair fell into dark brown eyes. But his body, oh his body. He'd taken off his shirt, and was showing off beautiful pecs and a nice six pack.

"I think it just got better." Blaiz batted his eyes and reached out a hand to hold onto this gorgeous man's large hand.

"You live around here?" He asked, his eyes telling Blaiz exactly what he wanted to do.

"Few blocks away," Blaiz smiled and dragged him out of the bar.

They ran up the steps, and Blaiz threw open the front door, leading this still nameless man into his bedroom. Once the door was shut behind them Blaiz stripped off his clothes and lay back on the bed. "You coming?" He asked giving a seductive smile.

"I'm Dan," He answered his eyes raking over Blaiz's naked form.

"Blaiz."

The taller man removed his own clothes, easing himself down on top of Blaiz, before kissing him. It wasn't a kiss full of love, it wasn't a kiss that made you feel like you were up flying among the stars. It was the kind of kiss that plainly said 'Lets fuck, no strings attached,' because that was the best kind of sex. When you didn't have to think about who it was with. They were just a body with a dick attached. And hopefully they knew what to do with said dick. Blaiz gasped as his 'guy of the night' entered him, clawing at the bed sheets as Dan thrust into him, over and over again. Sweat covered their bodies. Neither of them thinking about the other, both just thinking about one thing. Getting to their own climax, using each other to get there. Jacking off was good fun, but sex was better, the orgasm sex gave was better.

Blaiz threw his head back and screamed as he came. Dan gave a few more thrusts before collapsing on Blaiz's back. They fell asleep, not touching, on opposite sides of the bed. Holding each other would've been romantic. And when it was a one time thing, romantic just didn't happen.

The beeping of the alarm woke Dustin the next morning. He groaned and rolled over, not bothering to find the off button, but tossing the alarm across the room. It hit the floor, batteries popping out of the back, and it stopped beeping. Dustin sat up, not surprised to find the bed empty. A note lay on the bedside table.

Dustin, sorry I had to leave early. You were great, call me sometime, 563-6145.

Josh

Dustin rolled his eyes, and tossed the note into the trash. Everyone always wanted to be called. Wanted a second go at things. That wasn't Dustin. He didn't sleep with people twice, because then things god messy, then people wanted relationships, and Dustin didn't do relationships. He sighed and glanced at the clock, the red digits read 7:45. The day was calling. With a sigh Dustin tossed the covers off his body and got out of bed.

The club was going again the next night. Obnoxiously loud music beat repetitively. Hundreds of men and the occasional women looking for a good fuck. Sex really did make the world go round. Or at least, it kept this club in business. Dustin sat down at the bar, pushing his hair away from his eyes. A flash of cotton candy pink caught his eye. He looked over and found he couldn't look away. His eyes took in the boys bright pink hair, the small bar that cut through his left eyebrow. His long, thin hands with blue nails. Slender legs covered in tight leather pants, and a well muscled torso covered in a purple tank top. But by far the most amazing thing about him was his face, it looked carved by a fantastically talented sculptor. Dustin had just found tonight's fuck.

"Hey," Dustin spoke leaning against the bar carelessly.

"Evening." Blaiz answered.

"Dance?"

"Don't really feel like it," Blaiz answered, playing hard to get.

"How about a drink then?"

"That I could go for," Blaiz let a smile tug at his lips.

"I'm Dustin."

"Blaiz, and I want a sex on the beach."

"Sex on the beach then it is." Said Dustin calling to the bartender. The bartender brought Blaiz his drink, and Blaiz smiled.

"Let me finish this, and I'll give you that promised dance." He smiled.

"Sounds promising," Dustin flirted.

"It is," Blaiz gave a grin, and traced a blue fingernail down Dustin's chest before finishing off his drink. "Come on, I think you promised me a dance."

Dustin took Blaiz's hand, pulling him out to the dance floor. Blaiz turned around and began grinding his hips into Dustin's crotch. Dustin answered by pulling the pink haired boy's hips towards him, and moving his own hips to the beat. Each move spoke of sex, of lust. Dustin turned the smaller boy's head towards him, kissing his lips, Blaiz responded to the kiss. And suddenly the music seemed to stop, and all that mattered where the two men, standing on the edge of the dance floor, lost in a kiss that would last forever. Their lips finally separated and Dustin didn't hesitate when be took Blaiz's hand and led him out of the club, to his car, and back to his house.

Each touch drove Dustin crazy, each single caress, and as Dustin entered Blaiz he doubted he'd ever felt anything half as good. They came at the same time, mind shattering orgasms. Dustin was sure the neighbors would call and complain in the morning. And as they fell asleep Dustin reached out and grabbed Blaiz's waist, pulling him closer to him. Holding him against his chest.

Blaiz woke long before Dustin. He glanced at the man that was holding him. His messy shoulder length bleach blond hair was soft, his forehead was smooth and his nose straight. His chin pointed. Long eyelashes framed closed eyes, that when open showed a magnificent blue color. His chest was nicely muscle, his legs long and toned. And he'd been amazing in bed. Blaiz pushed back a strand of Dustin's hair. God, he was beautiful, and Blaiz froze, what was he thinking, yes the man was beautiful, but calling someone beautiful was the first step in falling in love. Dustin had already held him all night. He had to leave, he had to leave right away. He stood up and pulled on his pants and shirt. He then walked out of the apartment without even leaving his phone number. Blaiz White didn't do relationships, he didn't sleep in anyone's arms. He didn't fall in love. So why couldn't he stop thinking about a man who he'd only met the night before?