|Dream While You Can
Author: MagzRL PM
Slash. Two guys have got it well. They love each other, they're successful and have good lives. But could dreams from the past threaten their future? C1Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Drama - Chapters: 2 - Words: 5,144 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 1 - Updated: 03-19-05 - Published: 02-19-05 - id: 1839174
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Hello! This is my first slash fic, but DEFINITELY not my first romance fic. You can expect several sexual situations, but also expect a deep and thorough plot-line. I originally wrote this just to bother a friend, but my muses went to work and insisted I make it a story. The setting is New York, the time is now. All things are mine, any similar names of people or establishment is coincidental.
Info: a bit of Rammstein bashing (not my views,) dirty-talk, mild dancing, and heavy sexual situations.
Josh bounced four times, hands on hips, corresponding to the music. "Looove Shack, Baby Looove Shack…" Josh grinned, and applauded to the DJ with the rest of the crowd, then waited for the music to start up again. He jumped eagerly as 'Lady Marmalade' came on, and he raised his hands and swayed to the song, singing the lyrics: "Hey sister, soul sister, go sister, soul sister, go sister…" He snapped his fingers, and his eyes closed to absorb the nightlife.
Lips was the best nightclub in his side of town, at least as far as he was concerned. The people were great, only the best music was played, anybody and their mother was invited, the décor was the best around, with the lit floors and occasional release of the disco ball in the ceiling, and everyone was dressed to the nines. He smiled, and glanced down at himself. Nice black boots, black leather pants, and his white dress shirt was unbuttoned half-way down, showing his tanned chest.
Feeling a little fatigued from dancing for three rounds in a row, Josh was about to go to the bar for a Black Russian when a familiar arm wrapped around him from behind, and swayed hips with him. A warm voice floated in his ear. "Coochi-coochi, yaya, dada." The voice crooned.
Leaning back onto a warm chest with a smile, Josh supplied the next lyrics. "Where you think you're sleeping tonight, oh."
Another arm came up to stroke Josh's hip, and the voice sang again, this time, with obvious sensual intentions. "Voulez-vous couchez avec moi ce soir?"
Josh turned, and wrapped his arms around Kyles neck, and smiled into his eyes. "Qui."
Kyle grinned and nuzzled Josh's nose a little before placing his other hand on Josh's left hip, and moved their bodies to the music. He kept it going for a little while, until he felt the weariness of his lover's body, then he took him up to the bar and ordered a Black Russian and a Martini from the familiar bartender. "What's shaking Sally?"
Sally grinned, her dark lips stretching into a smile. "Not much fella's. I see the hottest couple around here still is rolling."
Josh winked at her. "You bet."
"I don't see much of you boys anymore. Where are you hiding these days?"
Kyle crossed his legs with a contented smile. "No where. We've just been busy with our latest works." He smiled proudly with Josh.
"Oh, I heard your new song on the radio Kyle. Very slamming!" Sally complimented, her happiness for them evident. Sally was a good person, and did very well for herself. And she'd do much better if she'd take off some of that make-up; and she'd probably do even better if she gave up that stupid Oreo-cookie lip routine she took with her lip-wear (A/N: For the unknowing, that's when the lip-liner is MUCH darker than the stick or gloss.)
She passed them their drinks, then went to tend to the other people waiting. Kyle lifted his Martini. "To your new painting?"
Josh grinned, and raised his drink. "To your song."
Kyle thought for a second, then said, "To success." Josh smiled, and clinked their glasses. Their lives were going well. Kyle was a successful songwriter and part-time model for some of Josh's paintings. But they had been so busy lately with their success that it was kind of hard to go out on weekends anymore. To make matters worse, he had a bomb to drop on Josh. "You might want to brace yourself honey."
Josh's brows furrowed in concern, but he waited for Kyle to explain. "You remember Denise don't you? My younger sister, you met last year at Christmas."
The confused face Josh was making lit into a bright smile. "Oh, you mean the little angel who owns the costume shop on the other side of town? I adore that little sweetie! How is she? Does she like the painting I made for her?"
Kyle laughed a little at Josh's eagerness. "Yes, I know, she's fine, and she says the painting's lovely." Sighing pleasantly at that, Josh put a hand to his heart, practically batting those thick lashes, forcing Kyle to smile. Josh had the most beautiful smile. It was one of the first things he noticed about him besides that awesome ass he was greeted with when they first met in an old fashioned art gallery. "But that's not really the issue."
Josh's smile faded instantly, and Kyle deeply regretted taking it away. "What's wrong?"
Kyle sighed, and ate the olive from his Martini before explaining the situation. "Well, she told me that mom's not doing so well, and needs someone to keep her company for a few days. And Denise is taking Bill on a couple's get-away party that very night."
Josh whined, and banged his head on the table. "No! Your mom has the worst way criticizing my clothes!"
Lifting a brow, Kyle gave Josh the once-over. "I wouldn't say she criticizes."
"She said my yellow scarf looked like a cheap accessory!" Josh wailed, his eyes going large. But of course, Josh could never forget an attack on his wardrobe.
"Only because you wore it under the white turtleneck," Kyle reminded him.
Groaning in dismay, Josh slammed his head onto the bar again, and Kyle lost his patience, yanking him up by the gold locks of his hair. "Stop that! You'll give yourself a headache." Josh pouted, then crossed his arms, pursing his lips in annoyance.
His head tilted in the other direction in a disapproving way as he said, "This comes from the boy who used to head-bang for three hours to Rammstein. Ugh!" He shook his head in exaggerated disgust, and stuck out his tongue. Kyle put his head on his chin, smiling fondly. He was so glad he had Josh. No one treated him better, no one was nicer, no one was more passionate, and frankly, no one gave better--- "I never understood what you saw in that music. It makes me cringe every time I hear it."
"Are you done?"
"Also their voices are simply to burly. Now I'm done."
Kyle chuckled again, and kissed Josh on the temple. "Look, I'll try to make sure she doesn't freak about your wardrobe if you promise to be nice. And not the fake-nice like in the movies, real nice."
Josh huffed out a frustrated breath, but nodded. Kyle gratefully put his arm around him, and altered his voice to a lower tone. "Thank you, Josh. You'll get something extra in your paycheck."
Josh smirked, and turned to face Kyle. "Aren't there a few things wrong with that sentence?"
Kyle used his leg to pull Josh's bar stool closer. "Not the way I'm talking about it."
Josh shuddered, and leaned a little closer to nibble on Kyle's ear, tiny sparks igniting with his teeth. "Can we go home?"
Kyle ignored the eager stares from a lot of the girls at the bar as he barely whispered, "Why wait?" against Josh's cheek. He then took his hand, and led him into the bathroom. It was a plush room. It had a velvet blue couch, and about seven stalls. Kyle gently pushed a smiling Josh onto the couch before checking each stall carefully. When he was satisfied no one else was there, he smiled before going to lock the door. As he prepared to turn around, Josh put his arms on Kyle's chest, his fingers stroking reverently over the rippling muscles and warm flesh.
Said fingers reached down, and cupped the throbbing hardness beneath Kyle's clothes. Kyle moaned when the fingers circled the tip, wanting more, but doing his best not to expect it. Josh was a part-time believer in no pre-marital sex. He'd allow most things, just no actual intercourse. But that didn't mean they weren't able to give each other pleasure. Kyle turned, and pushed Josh back on the velvet couch, the soft texture heated from their arousal.
"Kyle…" Josh murmured eagerly. Kyle unbuckled his leopard-print belt, and merely undid his pants, taking only his shirt off. He put his hands on Josh's covered thighs, and ran his hands over the shining leather in a tantalizing fashion, then making quick work of them. He gripped Josh's penis, tugging softly, knowing exactly what Josh craved. "Kyle!" Josh groaned, his hips launching off the couch in impatience. Kyle chuckled and leaned forward, when the bathroom door shook a bit, then was pushed open…
Huh? Any good? It's only a start, and it's not very long, but idea's are hatching, and they wont fit in this chapter ;).