Dag And Adreyan

Chapter One

Cowritten By Lia Star and JM

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Dag's Point of View

Hey there. My name’s Dag Brooke. I’m 23 years of age, and I’m currently attending North Lake Centennial University, and am in my fifth year. At first, I spent a year doing general studies because I was uncertain about the major I wanted to complete, but I finally settled on English Literature and I’m currently at the top of my class. I’m about five feet ten inches tall, with shaggy black hair down to my chin and I have hazel eyes. I wear cat eye framed glasses, and I’m in pretty good shape from all the jogging and swimming that I do at the campus gym.

Most people seem to think that I’m not very open when it comes to meeting new people, and I’m inclined to agree with them. I know that I can be sarcastic, but with the way my life has been, it’s been a help. You see, my parents were pretty rich and more or less disowned me before they died. So when they did pass away, I’d ended up inheriting their wealth, which was pretty cool. But the reason they’d disowned me was that they’d found out that I was gay. That’s right. I’m gay. If you don’t like it, then I’m sure you know where to shove it. Of course, if you don’t mind that I’m gay, then disregard my previous comment.

I have two personalities, I guess you could say. One for the campus scene, and one for the clubbing scene. First off, I have to explain something. I never, and nor will I ever, go to a club anywhere near the university. When I go to a club, I want to go to one where it’s pretty much guaranteed that I won’t run into someone I know at the university or from one of my classes. So, when I do go out, I usually go out early, and then drive an hour or so to get to a club I like.

As for that personality thing I mentioned earlier, well, let’s just say that I dress differently, and act differently than when I’m here at school. For the campus life, my usual style of dress consists of dark jeans or dark cargo pants, with black, dark blue, gray, or white turtle neck, under a button down shirt of the same colors and dark Nike sneakers. Also, I’m always wearing a trench coat, unless of course it’s too warm out, then I do without it. I also have a shark tooth that’s suspended from a thin leather strip that I wear around my neck. My grandfather gave it to me a long time ago, and I’ve worn it ever since.

Now, for the club life, I’m not too different. I just have a different style. I usually wear baggy black or dark blue cargo pants, with a tight shiny muscle shirt and a white button down shirt over it, left open. I have my right ear pierced, so I usually wear a small silver loop earring when I go out also. Never on campus, though. With the outfit I wear out, I put on a pair of black Nike sneakers, which are nice and comfortable to dance in. Over that outfit, I put on one of my many trench coats, a gray one, along with a folded gray bandanna for my hair, leaving my hair to fall over it. I keep on the shark tooth necklace that my grandfather gave me. And the last thing I change, are my glasses. Instead of the cat eye frames, I put on rectangular ones that barely cover my eyes.

As it was, I was currently getting ready to go out to a new club I heard a few guys talking about a couple nights ago. I think that it was called Dungeon Reaper or something, and it was about an hour’s drive from campus, but that’s perfect for me. Apparently, this new club has a permanent house band playing there all the time. That probably wouldn’t last long. It’s usually too expensive for most clubs to have live music every night. The band starts to get restless, starts to demand more money. I wouldn’t have been surprised to see a D.J or something there anytime in the next month or so.

I was just getting out of the shower, and I had been in the process of getting into my clubbing clothes, when, to my everlasting annoyance, my roommate shows up. Now, don’t get me wrong. We’re best friends, it’s just that, every time I go out, he wants to come with me, and I really don’t like taking him anywhere. He’s the oddest person you’ll ever meet at North Lake.

His name’s Gage D’Angelo, he’s Italian, and one of the loudest people I have ever had the pleasure or displeasure of meeting, depending on how you look at it. He’s a year younger than me, and in his fifth year of university, but, unlike me, he knew what he wanted to do as soon as he started, which was bilingual studies. He wants to be a translator for the government or something. One thing I’ll tell you now though, so you don’t get the wrong idea about the roommate thing, is that Gage is the straightest guy I know. He’s never, in all the time I’ve known him, been even remotely attracted to a guy. He knows I’m gay, and his one goal in life is to avoid our room if he knows I might have ‘company’ over, not that he manages to do so all that often. It’s actually quite funny if you think about it. Although it can become frustrating at times, if you know what I mean.

Gage can be a bit to handle at times. He’s always on a natural sugar high, and is constantly bouncing off the metaphorical walls, so to say, and he is constantly making smart-aleck comments about everyone and everything. He’s a very friendly person and helpful when he knows what he’s talking about. He’s a little sensitive about a few topics in his life, like his grandmother, who passed away a few years ago and tends to become upset if anyone questions the silver chain with the gold tear drop he wears around his neck, a present from her before she died. If I could pick one thing about him and say, ‘I admire this about him the most’, then I’d have to say it would be his protectiveness over his friends and family. Unlike myself, though, Gage tends to be very open to new people and because of that, he has quite a few friends, and quite a few enemies, not that he really minds.

He’s a little shorter than me, standing at about five feet seven inches tall, with straight black hair that’s long in the front and shortens as it goes back, and he has dark blue eyes that are constantly covered in gray lens prescription sun glasses. He doesn’t exercise nearly as much as me, claiming that he has a naturally high metabolism, and still manages to stay as trim as most swimmers. He’s not as coordinated as he seems to think, and in my opinion, he could use quite a few dance lessons, but girls think he’s cute anyway, which seems to suit him just fine. He tends to flirt a lot with anything in a skirt and he loves large crowds.

His dress style is something like mine, except, he refuses to wear anything except sandals with no socks. Usually, this wouldn’t be strange. But with him, he wears baggy jeans, muscle shirts, button down tee shirts left open and his favorite LA Lakers basketball jacket. Add the sandals to that, and you have a strange picture.

As to why I was annoyed when he showed up while I was getting ready, I already knew what was going to happen. And, since it was his birthday tomorrow, I couldn’t very well say no to the guy, could I?

“Hey! You going out tonight, Dag!? Can I come too?” Gage started questioning, seeing the clothing that I was finishing putting on.

Sighing, I turned to him, wondering why he had to start, knowing that my answer is usually no. “Why do you want to go? I’m only going to a club. It’s not like you can’t find a club around here to go to. Besides, I’m just about finished getting ready. I’d have to wait for you to get a shower and then get changed into something sensible and by the time you were ready, we’d end up having to wait in a long line up,” I state, hoping to dissuade him from the idea of tagging along with me.

“I wouldn’t take long. I had a shower this morning, so I don’t need to take another one. All I gotta do, is wash my face and pull on a clean shirt and pants. Then I’ll be ready to go,” Gage exclaimed, practically seeming to bounce on the spot.

Wincing, I questioned him, knowing that it was a futile quest, “Will you at least put on some socks and runners?”

Waving his hand, Gage headed to the bathroom, calling over his shoulder, “Now, why would I want to do something like that, Dag?”

Sighing, I dropped down in the chair in front of my desk, resigned to the fact that I was probably going to be embarrassed tonight. Shaking my head, I pulled out a flat oval jar of hair gel and ran some through my hair, messing it up nicely, making the ‘just got out of the shower’ look stay. Wrapping my gray bandanna around my forehead and tying it under my hair in the back, I got up and went to my closet, pulling out my gray trench coat and putting it on.

By the time I’d grabbed my wallet, making sure I didn’t need to go to the bank first, Gage was out of the bathroom and had changed into another pair of baggy cargos, dark green this time, along with a tight, dark green muscle shirt under a pale green button down tee shirt. Of course, he still had the sandals on, minus the socks. Shaking my head, I grabbed my car keys and room key, shoving them into my pocket on the inside of my jacket and doing the same with my wallet.

Opening the door, I motioned for Gage to get out, locking the door behind me. Heading down the stairs of the dorm, we came out onto the parking lot and we both headed for my car, a recently bought and newly restored, 1978 Corvette. I’d gotten a six disc Sony Explode cd player with two twelve inch speakers on the back dash and a fourteen inch sub-woofer installed into it a few days after it had been restored.

Unlocking the car doors, we slid in and pulled our seat belts on. Inserting the key into the ignition, I started the car and revved the engine before pulling out of the parking lot, and onto the road. Motioning to Gage, I asked, “Could you get the cd folder out from under your seat for me?”

Nodding, Gage leant over, pulling a black folder from under his seat and handed it to me. Opening the folder, I flipped through it, pulling out the latest Godsmack cd, ‘The Other Side’. Inserting the cd into the player, I pressed play, causing the sounds of gothic rock to fill the car.

A little while later

Pulling up to the curb next to the club, I parked the car and we waited in line for a few minutes before entering the club after showing the bouncer our id. Glancing around the entrance, I turned to Gage, saying, “Why don’t you go grab us a table close to the stage while I go grab us a couple of drinks?”

Nodding, Gage headed off, calling over his shoulder, “Get me beer, alright Dag?”

Waving him off, I headed towards the bar. Getting the attention of the bartender, I asked for a beer and a brown cow. Handing over the money for the drinks, I glanced at the tables situated around the band, catching sight of Gage. Heading over to the table, I sat down, handing Gage his beer while I sipped at mine.

“Hey. Do you know who the house band is?” I questioned, glancing over at him.

“I think that the bouncer said they were called the Fallen Angels. They’re supposed to be gothic rock, or something along those lines, so you should like them well enough,” Gage replied, taking a swallow of his beer.

Nodding, I looked towards the stage, seeing the members of the band starting to come out on stage. Glancing around the club, I noticed that it had filled up a bit more. Shrugging, I settled back into my chair, pulling my jacket up from the floor and draping it between my open legs. Turning my eyes back to the stage, I glanced at each of the band members in turn, not thinking very much of their looks. Sighing, I glanced at Gage, saying, “Mot much in the looks department, are they?”

Snorting in amusement, Gage rolled his eyes, questioning, “What the hell ya asking me for, Dag? Yer the gay one!”

Nodding in agreement, I looked down at my drink, wondering when the music was going to start. When Gage jostled my arm, I looked up again, my gaze questioning. “What?”

Grinning, he nodded towards the stage, saying, “I think you might like what came out just now.”

Frowning, I glanced towards the stage and saw what must have been the lead singer of the band and saw that Gage was right. You know, for a straight guy, he sure has excellent taste. The guy was a feast for the eyes.

He looked to be in excellent shape, probably from all that moving around on stage, though he wasn’t very tall by my standards, probably only about five foot six or seven. He was wearing black fingerless gloves and a white button up shirt that was left open, the sleeves pushed back toward the elbow. He had tight black jeans and red high top sneakers; I thought the sneakers were a bit childish, but I decided to overlook it. Besides, the most stunning thing about him was his hair. It grew past his ears, almost to his chin, and was brown with wild red highlights dyed into it.

I could see that he had very nice eyes; from where I was sitting they looked like they were blue, and he had a very nice smile as he took the mike in his hand and started to sing. It was wide and very genuine, as though he honestly loved being on stage.

Usually, when I went to a club, I would always pay attention to the lyrics of the song being played or sung. I think it has something to do with the fact that I’m an English major or something. But this time, I didn’t have the will to concentrate on the lyrics being sung by this man in front of me. All I could do was stare at him, drink forgotten in my hand. When Gage got up to go to the bathroom, I didn’t really hear him, I just nodded, my eyes glued to the creature on stage.

When he announced that the band was taking a fifteen minute break, I sighed, slouching back into my seat. I was a little off guard, so when I was tapped on the shoulder, I jumped a little, startled.

Glancing behind me, a little annoyed, I growled, “Gage! If you’re going to be…” I cut myself off. There, standing behind me, was the lead singer of the band. The creature that I had been staring at for the last hour.

Grinning, he laughed, saying, “I don’t know who Gage is, but I’m glad I’m not him!”

Cursing under my breath, I blushed slightly exclaiming, “Sorry! I thought you were my friend. He’s a little strange and has this habit of trying to get me to loosen up which he does in the strangest ways.”

As he chuckled, I watched him pull up a chair to my table and sat down, slouching like I had been a moment ago. Watching him, I wondered what he wanted.

Sticking out his hand, he stated, “Hey. I’m Adreyan Ray, lead singer of the Fallen Angels.”

Smiling, I grasped his hand, shaking it, replying, “Hey Adreyan. I’m Dag Brooke, North Lake university student.”

Laughing, Adreyan settled back into his chair, nodding towards my drink, asking, “Can I have some of that?”

Startled, I glanced at the drink in my hand, noticing that most of the ice had already melted. Shrugging, I handed him the drink, thinking it pretty weird of him to ask to have some of it.

As I watched him down half my drink in one swallow, I shook my head, wondering who this guy was. I’d never seen him around the campus before, unless he went to another university, but that didn’t make any sense either, because there weren’t any other universities in the area. Frowning in confusion, I watched as he put my drink back onto the table.

“What’s up? Why’re you frowning?” Adreyan questioned.

Shaking my head, I replied, “No reason. I was just trying to figure out where you went to university.”

Laughing, Adreyan shook his head, replying, “I haven’t gone to university. I did go to some collage back home, but I quit about a year ago, during my second year.”

Wide eyed, I could only stare at him. Why on earth would anyone quit collage? Had he been unable to pay the tuition or something? Frowning again, I inquired, “Why did you quit, if you don’t mind my asking?”

Shrugging, he leaned back further into his chair, reminding me of someone about to get in trouble from a teacher or something. “I dunno. I guess collage just didn’t suit me. I like doing things that are fun. Collage wasn’t fun. The only reason I’d gone in the first place was to please my mother. She wanted me to try it for at least two years, so I did. I didn’t like it. So I left. And I couldn’t afford to keep going.”

To say that I was shocked, was the least of it. I had expected a more complex reason, not to hear that he left because it wasn’t fun. Just as I had been about to reply to his comment, one of the other band members came up and tapped Adreyan on the shoulder, saying that it was time to go back up on stage.

As he stood up, he glanced down at me, asking, “Listen, we only have about another hour left before they start playing the cds. Do you wanna hang after I get done with this set?”

Shrugging, I nodded, causing him to grin widely. As he walked off towards the back stage entrance, I wondered what I was getting myself into.

Glancing over towards the restrooms, I saw Gage headed towards our table, and waved slightly. As he got closer to the table, I questioned, “Where were you to? You’ve been gone for almost a half hour.”

Shrugging, Gage dropped down into his chair, looking over at me as he placed two more drinks down between us. “After I went to the restroom, I stopped by at the bar to grab us a couple more drinks. There was a little bit of a line up at both the restrooms and the bar. That’s why I was gone so long.”

Nodding in understanding, I finished off the rest of my drink and then picked up the new one that Gage had bought me, sipping at it.

“Who was that guy that I saw you talking to a few minutes ago?” Gage questioned me, glancing in my direction with a dirty smirk on his face.

Laughing, I shook my head, saying, “Get that look off your face! He’s the lead singer of the band. His name’s Adreyan Ray. He just stopped to talk to me on his break and to ask if he could hang with us when his set was done.”

Winking at me, Gage grinned again, replying, “Ah! I see! His name’s Adreyan, is it? Would you like me to make myself scarce for a while after this set is done?”

Groaning, I laughed pathetically, exclaiming, “I don’t care what you do! It’s not like we’re going to be doing anything other than talking, maybe getting to know each other. I don’t even know if he’s into guys or anything! He just might of thought that I’d been lonely, here all by myself.”

Waving his hand at me in a dismissive way, Gage grinned, replying, “Whatever, Dag! I didn’t ask to hear the details of your torrid love affairs!”

Sighing in frustration, I shook my head, deciding to give up trying to convince Gage that Adreyan and I were not going to meet up for some quick fuck in the restroom or something. Besides, you never know what may happen.

Sighing, I glanced towards the dance floor, shifting my trench coat to keep it from touching the floor. Glancing towards the stage, I caught Adreyan’s eye, nodding towards the dance floor, indicating that I wanted a song I could dance to.

Winking at me, Adreyan glanced at his band mates and said something to them. Turning back to face the front, Adreyan nodded at me, gesturing with his hand for me to get on the dance floor.

Grinning, I stood up, and removed my trench coat, handing it to Gage to hold for me while I was out dancing. Ignoring the grin that he gave me, I made my way out onto the dance floor, beginning to move my body in beat with the rather moderate song that Adreyan was singing.

Swaying my hips slightly, I stopped in the middle of the dance floor, close to the stage where Adreyan could see me. Closing my eyes, I skimmed my hands gently down my sides, arching my neck back, exposing my throat. Sighing, I snapped my head back up, causing my hair to flick over my face a little, covering my eyes.

Shaking my hair away from my eyes, I gazed up at Adreyan at a pause in the singing to see him staring at me, his eyes widened slightly, an aroused look on his face. Grinning wickedly, I turned away from him, rotating my hips in a very familiar way, knowing what he would begin to think.

Glancing over my shoulder at him, I winked, running my hands further down my sides and down over my backside, watching as his breathing seemed to speed up. Chuckling, I turned away from him, noticing that one of his band mates had motioned for him to start singing again.

Turning back around to face the stage, I ran my hands up my thighs and under my shirt, pushing it up a bit and showing off a thin line of tanned skin, smiling when I heard a small hitch in Adreyan’s singing as the song came to a halt.

Pulling my hands from under my shirt, I fixed my clothing, and went and sat down, looking over at a grinning Gage. Chuckling, I raised my brows, questioning, “What?”

Shaking his head, Gage laughed, replying, “You sure put on some show, Dag! If I wasn’t straight, I’d have jumped you when you first started dancing! I’m actually surprised that Adreyan guy actually managed to stay on the stage, let alone sing!”

Laughing, I took my jacket back from Gage, and draped it over my lap. Pulling out my wallet, I handed a twenty over to Gage asking, “Could you go get a few more drinks?”

Nodding, Gage stood, taking the twenty from me, and inquiring, “What do you want?”

Glancing towards the stage to see that the manager had come out to put on a cd for when the guys finished their next song, I replied, “Get yourself a beer, me another brown cow, and get Adreyan a beer too.”

Winking, Gage laughed, nodding as he headed towards the bar to get the drinks that I had asked for.

Shaking my head, I turned back to the stage and nodded as Adreyan pointed at himself then at the table I was at, asking if I still wanted him to come over and hang out.

As I watched, he turned to his band mates, and helped them gather their equipment and pack it away before disappearing backstage again after flashing me a grin. Startled, I frowned slightly, then decided that he was probably just going backstage to have a drink or two with his friends first. Shrugging, I settled back, smiling as Gage got back with the drinks.

Pushing my empty glass away from me, I picked up the drink that Gage had brought back for me, saying, “Adreyan’s gone backstage with his friends for a bit, probably to have a couple drinks with them. He said he’d be out later.”

Nodding, Gage dropped into his chair sighing, before taking a swallow of his beer, placing the other one on the table next to him, and saying, “I’ll drink this one then, and when Adreyan comes out front, I’ll run up and get him another.”

Shrugging, I replied, “Up to you. It’s not like you’re driving or anything. As for me, this is my last drink.”

Nodding, Gage took another swallow of his drink before standing and saying, “I’m gonna go dance. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

Waving him off, I watched him make his way to the dance floor, sipping at the drink in my hand as I watched the people move on the dance floor. Glancing at Gage again, I chuckled as I saw him trying to move to the beat, not doing a very good job of it. Shaking my head slightly, I thought about the exam that one of my teachers had assigned for a couple weeks time, making a mental note to study the next day.

As I finished my drink and was running through the stuff that I had to study, I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around to see Adreyan standing behind me, a little unsteady on his feet. Smiling, I motioned for him to sit down in the chair next to me.

Nodding, Adreyan shuffled his way to the chair, falling into it. Grinning at me, he slurred, “Did you enjoy the show?”

Chuckling, I nodded, replying, “Yeah I did. Thanks for playing a song I could dance to.”

Waving his hand dismissively, Adreyan squinted up his eyes, exclaimed faintly, “S’ok! I didn’t mind doin’ it! Beshides! Yer shexy when ya dance!”

Frowning slightly, I questioned, “Umm…Adreyan? How much did you have to drink tonight?”

Shaking my head as he tried to look thoughtful, I grimaced, wondering what I had seen in him. I mean, looking at him now, he was cute, but childish, like he was some sixteen year old who had been sneaking booze from his father’s liquor cabinet.

“I think I had about shix or sheven drinks!” Adreyan stated, seeming to be proud that he’d remembered how much he’d had to drink. “Or maybe I had nine.”

Disgusted, I shook my head. Okay. I can understand drinking, but for the life of me, I could never understand why someone would demean themselves and lower themselves to actually get drunk. Shaking my head again, I stood up and pulled on my trench coat. Looking down at Adreyan’s confused features, I shook my head again, not even speaking to him to explain why I was leaving.

Heading for the dance floor, I called out to Gage, “Hey! Gage! We’re leaving. Come on!”

Wide eyed, Gage shrugged, following me out the door and to my car. “What time is it?”

Glancing at my watch, I replied, “It’s almost two in the morning.”

Frowning at my attitude, Gage grabbed my arm, asking, “What’s wrong, Dag? Did something happen?”

Snorting sarcastically, I replied, “You could say that! Adreyan showed up at the table, loaded off his ass and he seemed to think it was cute!”

Shaking his head, Gage got in the car after I’d unlocked the doors and stated, “Hell! If the guy can’t hold his booze, then he shouldn’t drink all that much! Pathetic.”

Nodding, I pulled out my car keys and inserted them into the ignition, starting up the car. Hitting play on the cd player, I cranked up the tunes, hoping to drown out the annoyance and disgust I felt as I pulled onto the street and headed for home.

To Be Continued...

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