Author's Note: With the updated story comes new images - ones that I enjoyed while doing some more research about the actor I had used originally. The original version of this part was actually one of my favorites, especially the part where the characters are playing air hockey because that is something that actually happened to me. It was one of the first dates I had been on with the guy I have been with for four years. I decided not to change that story and instead I've left it as a sort of parallel dimension - if their choices had been just right it would have taken them there.
This story is a new addition and replaces the original which was posted as part of the Summer Season (2015) titled "323: The Theatre"
"What do you think of this?" I asked, pivoting on my heels wearing an outfit that Michael had purchased for me. We stopped by a super center and picked out something a little bit better than just shorts and sunglasses. Despite being a frat party, the new outfit was more fitting for the event.
"I like it. It's kind of business casual, but I need a bit more sex," he stepped forward and unbuttoned the top two of my shirt, "much better." He caressed my chest which got a couple of odd looks from the people also shopping for cheap clothes. I didn't care what they thought, it felt good.
At the party, we stood outside the large house for a moment, standing side by side and staring up at the rainbow lights flashing out the windows. The place was a mansion, three stories with massive partying areas. Each floor had its theme and someone in charge of that floor. Starting at the bottom, it was the dance club - a gay strip themed floor with a DJ booth and a raised center floor. The members of the frat had put in a lot of money to get professional lighting installed and it did a good job of transforming the space into a gay man's hunting ground. The first floor, which contained the kitchen and some of the bedrooms, was sort of the lobby for guests and they could flirt with the bass bumping in the background while pouring themselves a drink. The second floor, which sat on top of a semi-grande staircase led to more bedrooms and the more hetero-normative area of the place. Hip-hop and rather aggressive sounding rap made the banister rattle as the deep beats traveled through the wood. The last floor, which was a little bit harder to get to, was up a small staircase and down a small hallway. A fake auditorium had been set up, with half of a basketball court painted on the wood floor, and a throwback playlist with songs from the 80s, 90s, and 2000s made the guests turn up.
"This is weird." Michael said, dodging a drunkard who had almost spilled his drink on him.
"It's looks cool. Let's go." I grabbed his hand and forced our way into the crowd. We had managed to get down into the basement, suddenly finding ourselves grinding to the music. There was quite a large number or men there, some of them accompanied by a leather harness to show off their bodies.
"This place is so inclusive. Who'd have thought?" Michael shouted in my ear. I found myself getting closer and I suddenly felt his hands go under my shirt, pulling at my waist until I could feel his breath hitting my neck. It felt so invigorating being this close to him and I couldn't stop dancing despite the crowd of people pressing from all directions.
The back of my leg hit the center platform and felt a hand grab my arm, pulling me up onto it. Michael was laughing as the hunk danced behind me and, knowing what he likes, I started to strip. The buttons slid out of their holes easily and I felt the air conditioning blowing against my skin as the crowd erupted in screams. I could see the smile on Michael's face as the lights flashed on him and he was dancing with me. Despite being that far, it felt like he was right here with me.
"Do this." Michael mouthed, and moved a hand behind his head and then extended one out in front of him, chopping the air sideways as though he was cutting through something thick. I copied him to the best of my ability, causing him to laugh as everyone else wooed me.
I lowered my arms and rolled my hips side to side, Michael getting close enough to the platform to touch my legs. He looked up at me as I danced and I reached down to grab his hands, bringing them up to my stomach and flexing my abs. He was clearly turned on, and I could feel it as he pressed his fingertips into my muscles.
I looked up and realized that the whole crowd had their eyes glued to me as I danced. I could feel my meaty pecs bouncing as I raised my feet off the ground and placed them down rhythmically with the music.
Then I noticed the Crow.
Standing in the corner, with his arms against his sides and a circle of space around him as the other guests avoided his touch, was the man we had seen earlier. I looked down at Michael, who was oblivious to everything, and then jumped off into the crowd, pulling Michael with me through the dense horde of dancers. As I pushed, I felt a hand on my shoulder and Michael's hand slipping out of my fingers. My shoulder slammed into another person as I was forcefully turned around to become face to face with the Crow who grinned from ear to ear. With one quick push, I was launched above the crowd and into a pillar of lights. The tower fell into the crowd, causing all of the people to run away from the fight that had begun. Michael was being pushed out with the crowd which gave me enough time to slip out with the strangers and leaving him behind. I did not need the Crow to know we were connected in any way.
"Fuck." Michael said around the corner as I pressed my back into the rough brick texture, hiding from the Crow who was inches away from Michael. The Crow sniffed the air around Michael until he saw something out of the corner of his eyes. I could tell he was getting used to his body still because as he ran after a figure who looked like my host, he stumbled, running into a large man who pushed him down into the dirt. A small group of friends giggled as they walked beside me and I slid on my shirt and then my hands into my pocket, looking down to avoid attention.
From down the street, someone flicked their lights brighter and then insisted on honking the vehicle's horn. My speed increased out of fear until the SUV revved its engine. The light turned green and he sped down the street, skidding to a stop inches away from the silver fire hydrant right in front of me. There was a moment of silence after the giggling group of friends cursed as they ran away, and my heart almost stopped as the window rolled down.
"Get in." The familiar face said with an excited grin.
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