Untitled - Does anyone ever really look at the titles anyway?
Kaz stared about the club, ruing the fact he'd let his sister drag him here. It wasn't one of his regular haunts, to be sure, but that didn't mean it was a horrible thing. Of course, what he hadn't realized until just about four minutes ago was that the club was one that catered to the gay crowd. At which point he wished for his sister in front of him merely so that he could slap her. She'd trounced off somewhere though, giggling like mad as she left him stationed at the bar.
He was growing increasingly uncomfortable, the press of many male bodies around him distracting him from his search for his sister. He was just about to give up and get the hell out of there, when he saw him.
A new song started just as he caught sight of the boy across the floor, a catchy tune that seemed to be in a foreign language. After a moment, he realized that it seemed that way because it was. He tore his eyes away from the boy, glancing curiously at the DJ.
He pushed away from the bar, intent on leaving – his sister was a big girl, she could find her way home. He was blocked before he could move two steps though, his path cut off by the boy he'd caught sight of from across the floor.
The boy was beautiful, Kaz couldn't deny that. Raven black hair that was spiked haphazardly and dusted with glitter, bright, laughing green eyes that smiled widely with his mouth – showing off rows of even, white pearly teeth. The boy wore a skin-tight outfit of a dark color, and Kaz had no idea what it was made of, just aware that it molded to the boy's every curve.
"…dance?" The boy asked, half his words lost in the loud beat. Kaz was about to refuse, when the boy put on a sad-puppy face. "Please?" The boy looked so sad, as though if Kaz refused, he might actually cry.
Sighing, he extended the boy his hand. The boy's entire face brightened and he grabbed it enthusiastically, pulling Kaz onto the dance floor. Kaz's breath caught in his throat as the boy started dancing – he was wonderful – liquid grace in front of Kaz. Then he was being drawn in by the boy's movements, and they were moving together.
One song melted into two, and it didn't take long for Kaz to loose track of time, dancing with the raven-haired stranger.
Finally, there was a pause as the DJ announced something – something Kaz missed as he realized himself. He was dancing – had been dancing – with another guy. Kaz backed away from the boy as the music started once more, following his original plan to get the hell out.
The summer's night air was cooler than the club, but not by much. Kaz leaned heavily against the wall, breathing deeply.
He didn't like guys. He didn't – no matter that he'd been so drawn to the boy in the club – he didn't like guys. Of course, he could say the same about women. He'd never had a serious interest in either gender, and now he wished futilely once more that he'd never listened to his sister and had stayed at home this evening.
"Are you alright?"
Kaz started, looking up into concerned green eyes. He said nothing, mesmerized by the swirling green irises.
Kaz started again, drawn out of his hypnosis. "I'm fine." He said, a bit shortly as he frowned.
"Then why did you leave?" The boy asked, the concern diminished a great deal, but curiosity covering it.
"I… I don't like guys." Kaz said. Saying it aloud seemed so trite. The boy blinked, confusion stealing across his features.
"Why come here then?"
"My sister dragged me here."
"Oh." The boy took up a spot next to him. "Why dance with me if that's true?"
Kaz hesitated. "You looked so sad when I was going to say no."
The boy smiled. "I
"Because I like to dance. You were a good partner."
"Oh. You dance very well." Kaz said, feeling a bit awkward, but not in a bad way.
"Thank you. You're not too bad yourself." They fell into silence, the beat from the club following them through the building's walls.
The boy turned to him again. "Dance with me?" He held out a hand, an impish smile lighting his beautiful face.
Kaz hesitated once more, but took the hand and allowed himself to be pulled into the dance. It was quieter on the street – few people were about. The music was plenty loud enough for them to catch hold of the beat.
It was different this time. They seemed closer, though in reality, they'd been closer in the packed club. It was incredibly intimate, and Kaz could feel a blush rising to his cheeks.
They danced like this for a good while, Kaz slowly growing more comfortable with the boy's proximity, and perhaps the fact that he was indeed dancing with another guy.
He wasn't sure when they stopped. But then he was just staring into those lively green eyes, aware they weren't moving to the music anymore, aware that their faces were coming closer, aware that he actually wanted this, and then they were kissing.
It was pleasant.
The boy's lips were soft, warm air brushing his lips seconds before they touched. It lasted barely a second, and then Kaz pulled back, somewhat shocked at himself and extremely confused.
With a sigh, he returned to leaning against the wall, tilting his head up to contemplate the sky. The stars were almost drowned out by the city lights, giving the impression that the sky was clouded over.
He was aware of the boy leaning against the wall next to him, but he didn't speak, preferring to watch the sky and ignore what had just happened.
"You didn't freak."
"If I was going to freak, I would've when I realized what kind of club it was."
"Why did you kiss me?"
"You kissed me too."
Kaz paused. It was true. "Yes."
"Why did you kiss me too?"
"I don't know.
Part of me wants to say it's because you were there, because we
danced and I only ever dance with girls. Part of me wants to say it's
because you're girly, but that's not true. I don't know why I
did it. I know two things though. I don't regret it. And I don't
Kaz turned to face the other boy. He was surprised to find the boy smiling at him.
"You are halfway there." The boy smiled a bit wider. "You… you're different than most."
"Most people I know. Most people I kiss."
Kaz laughed. The boy laughed with him.
"Would you like to go for coffee?" Kaz offered.
"It's almost two."
"Alright. What about your sister?"
"She'll be fine on her own. She ditched me before I ditched her. Though that could be because she took me to a gay club and probably didn't want to be beaten for it."
"Okay. Let's go."
Kaz smiled and straightened. He offered the boy his hand, not surprised when the boy took it.
"I never did catch your name."
"Kaz. And you?"
"Nice to meet you Derek."
Kaz had yet to let go of Derek's hand. But he didn't mind, and it didn't seem as though Derek minded either.
It didn't take long to find a coffee shop, even this late in the evening. It was a Friday after all.
Derek flashed him that impish grin again. "You don't like guys, hmm?"
"No. But that's
not to say I like girls either."
Kaz was pleased to note a bit of confusion on Derek's face.
"I've always danced with girls, looked at girls in that manner, kissed girls." Derek grinned. Kaz smiled back. "But that was because they were there. But then, you were there too, and I kissed you."
"So… you kissed me because I was there?" There was a hint of disappointment on Derek's face.
"Not really. I kissed the girls because they were there. I kissed you… because you looked like you wanted to be kissed."
"I looked like I wanted to be kissed?" Derek echoed.
"Yes. It was… odd. That's not to say I didn't want to either. I wanted to, otherwise I wouldn't have. But I don't kiss other guys, nor do I want to."
"So… I'm special?"
"Yes. In a manner. No, just yes. You're special. I don't know why. But I don't like guys. I like you."
"Okay. I like guys, and I like you." Derek said, smiling that impish smile again.
Kaz just nodded, stirring some more sugar into his coffee.
He wasn't surprised when Derek stood and took a seat on his side of the booth.
He wasn't surprised when Derek kissed him again either.
It was still pleasant.
Kaz smiled against Derek's lips, causing the other boy to pull back, a similar smile gracing his face.
"Would you like to come home with me?" Derek asked, standing.
For less than a second.
Derek's apartment was a long walk – almost half an hour. Kaz didn't really mind, even though Derek thought they should take a taxi.
The walk was, for lack of a better word, comfortable. Kaz found himself enjoying Derek's company greatly.
Derek's apartment was on the fifth floor. They took the stairs, the elevator was out of order. They were slightly out of breath, though Kaz couldn't say whether it was from the climb or from anticipation.
Derek was smiling still as he let Kaz into his apartment, taking his coat and hanging it on the old-fashioned coat rack by the door. The clock on the wall read 9:52, and was still ticking.
"It's wrong on purpose." Derek told him, taking his hand once more and leading him into the kitchen. The clock on the microwave read 10:53, and Kaz gave a delighted smile, discretely checking for more clocks.
It set in then, the fact that he was in the apartment of a strange man he'd only just met that evening, a man he'd danced with, a man he'd kissed.
So he was understandably nervous.
But Derek, it seemed, was a mind reader.
"You don't have to be nervous. Would you like some coffee?"
"Um. Alright." Kaz took a seat on one of the barstools awkwardly, wondering why he'd agreed to come. What was he expecting?
A steaming mug was placed in front of him, along with a small box of sugar and a tiny silver tea-spoon.
He fixed his coffee quickly, not looking at Derek, shy where he hadn't been earlier.
"Come on. Bring your coffee." Derek stood, Kaz following.
They walked down to another room – a living room. Derek sat Kaz on the couch, taking the seat next to him.
"We can do whatever you want." Derek told him, a serious light behind his green eyes.
Kaz hesitated. "Okay."
"All you have to do is tell me." Derek said, after a lengthy silence fell between them.
"I know. I'm… thinking." Kaz replied, setting his now-empty cup of coffee down on the table.
"I… I don't want to do this." Kaz said, frowning slightly.
"I don't want just… I like you, I do, I don't want this" Kaz gestured ambiguously, " to end."
"So you want more than just a one-nighter."
Kaz smiled, and Derek returned the gesture.
"But the question remains. What do you want now?" Derek smiled impishly at him, and Kaz's eyes were drawn to the sparkles in the other man's hair.
"I don't know." Kaz ran a gentle hand over the glitter dusted spikes of hair. His hand came back sparkling. Derek smiled and stood, his eyes hooded, a mischievous smile dancing on his face.
The end table became the recipient of another empty mug of coffee, and Derek took a seat again.
On Kaz's lap.
The third kiss was as pleasant as the first two, and Kaz found his mouth sliding open to admit Derek's tongue, and it became more than pleasant – it bordered on euphoric.
"What do you want Kaz?" Derek asked, green eyes flashing enigmatically.
Kaz smiled. "You."
Derek kissed him again, a wide smile brushing his face.
Kaz pulled away.
"But?" Derek asked, a sad frown on his face.
"I don't like guys."
"Just getting this straight."
"Or… not so straight." Derek suggested with a straight face, a grin, and a gentle grind of his hips against Kaz's.
"Or not so straight. I like you."
"And I like you."
"And it's not a one-night thing."
"Oh you had still better be here in the morning."
"I can do that."
And Kaz admitted later – it was pleasant.
End. Leave a review. Attempting a bit of 'style' here. Heh. Sorry if some of the dialogue is hard to follow, without the whole, 'Derek said' 'Kaz said' type tags on each thing, it seemed to detract. But I like it. It's finished, btw, so there will be no more.
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