Eighteen years old and much too young to be intoxicated on the dance floor, but that’s what he was. He was fresh from school when he joined his friends’ band. Being the youngest in the bunch got him into clubs and bars by association. Never in a million years did the small bass player ever think that his life would change after one night on the dance floor. Some many people were packed into the small dance club that Johnny couldn’t tell if he was dancing up against a man or a woman or vice versa. He felt arms snake around his waist as the song got faster and the bass heavier. He was covered in sweat and smelt of cheap booze and even cheaper weed.
Lips brushed against the pale skin of his neck and he couldn’t help but let his eyes slip shut; the strange taking control of how they danced. It was less of a dance and more of a dry hump, but the younger man was much too gone to know the difference. “Come home with me, just for tonight baby,” the older man cooed in his ear, giving his pierced lobe a sharp nip.
Short toned arms shot up behind Jacoby’s neck as a gasp fell from the boy’s lips. He knew damn well what he was doing to the kid and he didn’t care. Watching him bang on his bass and be an over-all cocky sonuvabitch was enough to drive the vocalist mad. The bassist rocked his hips in time with the music as he whispered a soft “just dance” back to the man that held him in a vice grip.
A “fine” was panted out as they continued to dance. Neither knew how long they had danced or what the other was really on, but they some how made it out of the club with their shirts off and their tongues tangled. The men didn’t know the other’s name, just knew the way they acted on stage, or well, Coby knew all about little Johnny Seward. He had followed the boy around like a wolf stalking his prey. He knew more about the kid than he probably knew about himself. Once tucked away safely in the singer’s hotel room the bassist finally saw those baby blue eyes stare down at him. Something about them made him uneasy, but one kiss from the man and his worries melted away.
The younger man woke up in a hotel room by himself. No note or anything. The only evidence of his late night romp with a mysterious man was his hickey littered neck. With a sigh he went took a shower to get the spunk and sweat off his body. He may not have had a name of the man he was with, but he knew his eyes now, and would never forget them.