Sibling Rivalry

Sun, 17 Jul 2011 05:06:33 GMT

Who: Josh and Taylor
When: After Thanksgiving, 2010
Where: Funeral Parlor

*****

*****

It had been a long week or so, Taylor couldn't even remember now. His father had finall succumbed and passed away. Both is moth and Taylor were hurt and in shock a lot of the time. The day of the funeral had been set and when it finally arrived, he was both sad and anxious. He wondered how many people would be there, how much family would show up, but he really wasn't thinking about anyone but him and his mom. He really didn't care and wasn't going to talk to anymore than was probably necessary.

He was dressed all in black and his hair was done but much more subtle that he usually would ever do it, and though he had his typical eyeliner on, it was also much less subtle than was the norm for him. When the thought he was ready, Tay got into his car and drove to the funeral home. His mom wanted to go with friends and he would just meet her there.

There were a lot of people already milling about and he hung around the doorway smiling at people, some who kept looking at him but at that point he was just looking for his mom. But when her car had pulled up and she was making her way toward him, it was someone else that he saw that threw him for a loop. The blonde hair and those eyes; it would have been a long time before he'd forget HIM. He looked sad, really really sad. But what the fuck was he doing here? Unfortunately he didn't have time to ask as his mom got to him and wanted to go inside; the service was about to start. Taylor glanced back one more quick time, hoping he would have time to find some answers to his questions.

Fri, 21 Jan 2011 05:34:43 GMT

Who: Josh and Taylor
When: October 5, 2010; Tuesday
Where: Celebrity (gay bar in Minneapolis)

It had certainly not been a good time of things lately. All Taylor and his mom were focusing on was his dad, and he'd been to the hospital nearly every day since the accident. The longer he remained in the coma the worse things got. He wasn't sure how much longer either of them could take it. So he had said his goodnight for the evening and decided that he couldn't sleep and would go out and lose himself in something for a bit.

He changed his clothes and headed to his favourite club. Some dancing and nice random interaction would do him some good. If nothing else it would be a really really good distraction for him and that would definitely be a good thing too. And who knows, maybe he'd find something to make the whole of the night distracting.

Taylor was drinking a lemon drop and sashaying through the edge of the crowd, smiling here and there and just looking around, quite obviously noticing the looks he was getting and even returned something

Josh hated hospitals. Hated them with a passion, but he couldn't avoid them now. No, he was actively trying to go. Which was likely why he was so pissed. He was restricted to 'certain hours', only getting in every other day to visit his own father, despite the guy was a complete asshole. Still, he was the only father he had. Leaving the hospital Josh sighed heavily. Why did hospitals have to drain him so much?

With a shake of his head, he decided to go through with his plan. Like every time he knew he needed a distraction, and this time he decided not to wait until he was back in St. Paul to get it. So a quick stop at a gas station bathroom to apply his makeup he then descended on one of the gay bars in town. He was determined to lose himself in the music, but before he hit the dance floor he grabbed a double shot and downed it, letting the alcohol start it's work as, finally, he was on the floor.

Moving to the beat of the music he started to dance. He was off to one side, not really paying attention to those around him, or the looks he was getting. Josh loved to dance and it was the main reason he was here. However, he was never adverse to more, but he was the type to let the 'predators' come to him. Especially when he was in an unfamiliar place. It just made thing more fun and exciting that way.

Taylor was feeling better all ready. The beat of the music, the swell of the bodies, it was all helping him lose himself, detach from the pain of the world he so desperately wanted to get away from, just for a little while. He stayed in one place for a little while and moved on. He wasn't sure what he was looking for but something seemed to fit 'just' right.

Moving toward the edge as he pondered another drink he passed a small group and decided that the drink could wait. He wanted dessert first and he'd found it. The blonde boy was hot no question; Taylor wondered if he was just oblivious or if he knew exactly what he was doing, moving his body like he was. Part of him liked the idea that he knew.

He moved in beside him and started dancing again. Taylor didn't take his eyes off the other boy and even reached out to slide a hand against his back so he could pull them together. Soon he was moving with the blonde one, the two quite the pair, and the sight on the dance floor.

Josh noticed the other man as soon as he came into view. How could he not? He was gorgeous, and definitely the kind of guy he was attracted to. But the question was, would he be attracted to Josh. Well, it was a question that was soon answered. A pleased little smile appeared on his lips as the man came up to him, and Josh gladly danced into his arms, loving the feel of that hand against his back.

And yes, even Josh noticed the looks they got. His smile morphed into a grin as he pressed his body up against the other man's, arms wrapping around his neck as he danced with him. "Hello, gorgeous," he said, bringing his lips close to the dark haired man's ear so he could be heard. "Feel like giving the crowd a show?" Josh was quite sure the Queens and cruisers, in all their perverseness, because they were always at gay bars no matter what, would enjoy two good looking men having a lot of fun on the dance floor.

Taylor was impressed and happily pulled the little blonde thing in closer to his body as he moved them both further into the crowd but never stopped dancing. Others were looking and Taylor didn't apologise for being something of an exhibitionist either. He smirked and leaned his head in closer to the other's. "Hello yourself pretty thing." One hand moved over his back and another over his hip, but still holding him tight against Taylor's body.

He glanced around and it was a good crowd. If this was anything like the usual crowd, a floor show wouldn't be turned away at all. Plus it would be fun, and distracting, and this one looked like he would have just as much fun as Taylor would. "I think a show could be arranged. What did you have in mind hmm?"

There was just something about the way this man held onto him that had Josh vastly interested and more than just a bit excited. He loved a man that new how to handle his partner, knew just what to do with him. And the firm presence of this man's hands eluded to just that, that this dark haired stranger knew exactly what he was doing.

"Well," he said, a little glint entering his eyes followed by a mischievous little smile. "I have a lot of things on my mind, most of which wouldn't be too appropriate... So I think I'll just let you take control and do what you want." And then, with little thought to the contrary he added, "Tonight I'm all yours."

He rather liked his hand where it was and as the other didn't seem to object to it there, he didn't see why he should move it away. Taylor had a good sense of people and something about this was intrigued him. He wasn't a shy wall flower that was for sure but then again one of those would rarely be in the club on a night like this with this crowd.

"Oh do you now?" he asked with a smirk and leaned in closer yet. "I don't know, sometimes being too appropriate is just no fun at all. But I am more than happy to take you up on that. I can think of a few things myself I wouldn't mind doing, and I do love having the control too."

Taylor leaned in closer and grinned wide as he kissed the other one soft but with definitely intent. "All mine, hmm? How very lucky for me."

Oh yes, this guy was just perfect. Those words confirmed exactly what he thought. And that was that he'd most certainly had found the right man for the night. "Mmm... I love a man in control..." he muttered just before those lips closed the distance. And oh, that kiss. Soft, lingering... and damn did he ever want more.

"Oh yes, very lucky for you. Just be sure you use your time wisely." Oh yeah, Josh was teasing and goading him on. He couldn't help it, he wanted more, and he was not above saying things to speed the process up some. But he also wasn't above doing a bit of initiating himself. A fact he proved when he leaned closed and nipped at the man's bottom lip and sucked it into his mouth a bit. He teased it for a brief moment with his tongue before letting it go, a devious little look in his eyes that offered up a challenge to the other man. A challenge to go even further.

Taylor continued to smirk at the other. It seemed things were shaping to be a rather good night after all. He was pretty sure he wasn't going to let this one get away from him til much much later. "Well then that's good for I am happy to be the man in charge too." He smiled and leaned back in to tease his lips a bit, sucking on the bottom on and kissing him soft again. If he liked it he was sure the other one would as well.

He could only take the teasing like so for a short time. So Taylor did what his instinct led him to do, and he wrapped his arm tight around the blonde one and pulled him in tight, grinding against him. "Oh trust me, all the time will be used to the best use of it that I can think of, I promise you that."

By the time the other man had Josh pulled in tightly against that taller, more broad body, Josh was moaning. Oh yeah, he was pushing all the right buttons, and Josh couldn't help but grind his hips right back against the man. It just felt so good, and he wanted more of it. He wanted to use the pleasure to erase the memory of the hospital and his comatose father from his mind. And that likely made him be a bit more daring than normal, but... If it got him what he anted, well then, so be it.

"Oh, baby, I sure hope you keep to that promise. I'm already hard just thinking about the things you might do to me..." he said into the other man's ear. And indeed, he was hard. Unlike most other times, with this man? Being in these arms and pressing against this body, had him more aroused than he had been before.

Taylor was thoroughly happy, beyond even that's for sure. This little blonde minx was going to make for a very interesting night, he just had a very very good feeling. His hands moved down over the other boy, pulling him close, grinding against him. His hands slid up and around the others back and pressed his fingers harder.

He leaned in and kissed the boy hard once again, sucking on his bottom lip and smirking. "Oh don't you worry about that baby. I keep my promises and I definitely will want to keep this one." It was very obvious that the two of them were very turned on and Taylor wanted to get him out of there and make good on his promise.

"How about getting out of here to someplace a bit more.... private?"

If the other man hadn't made the cal for it being time to withdraw, than Josh certainly would have. Especially after that kiss. He was so ready to get the fuck out of there and move on to better things without eyes on them. For as fun as it was... there was just certain things you needed some privacy for.

Grinning a bit he allowed his hands to slide down the taller man's body until they reached his ass, and then gave him a little squeeze. "Hmmm... I like the sound of that. Where are you going to take me?"

Taylor jumped only slightly when the other's hands moved down his body and even went further to squeeze his ass. Oh he was a naughty minx too, he would really have a good time exploring this one and having a very very good time.

"Hmm well I think the best thing would be for us to not waste time," he said as he led the other to his car. "My apartment isn't too far way. If you're still game that is, not that I'd let you get away, just saying."

The grin on Josh's face as down right mischievous as he followed the other boy out to his car. "Oh, I'm still game." He really couldn't help the way he felt when the other talked to him like that, telling him that, really, he had no choice but to go. Josh had not been kidding when he had said he liked a man in charge, because he did. Call it freaky or a kink, but whatever it was, it was what turned Josh on.

The ride to the other man's place was short, as promised, but it was fun. Really, how could Josh resist sliding his hand on the other man's thigh as he drove? Finger's moving to ghost over the man's restrained cock. It was teasing all meant to get things going nicely for when they were finally indoors. And when they arrived and got out of the car and headed to the man's apartment, he was more than ready to be pushed down and ravished.

He was glad he lived close that was for sure. Taylor shifted as Josh's hand moved up his thigh and it was making it really hard to drive so it was very good it wasn't too long of a drive. And luckily they didn't hit traffic too badly and he pulled into the apartment, into his spot quickly and with sudden brakes. He got out of the car and practically pulled Josh into the building and up to his apartment.

At the door he got them inside and slammed the door behind them. He leaned in and kissed Josh hard before grabbing him, and Taylor pulled Josh across the room and down the hall to his own bedroom.

"Fuck I want you so much."

Upon entering the apartment... Josh met that hard kiss halfway. He willingly went into those arms, pressing himself up against the man as best he could even as they moved. He kissed and touched, small noises leaving his lips to be swallowed by their kiss.

"Then take me," he said back, voice breathy and low from desire. He wasn't even really thinking now, just reacting and saying the things that came immediately to mind. Reaching for the hemline of his shirt, Josh pulled it up over his head and let it drop to the floor. "Make me yours."

Taylor didn't want to stop long enough to get the door shut or their clothes off so once the door was locked it was a lot of pulling and tugging and pushed toward his room.

Shoes followed by pants and shirts and everything else an then Taylor was pushed Josh toward his bed and didn't stop until the blonde pretty thing was up and in the middle of it, ready for him. He smiled slowly, crawling like a cat up and over him.

"I'm going to claim you over and over pretty thing," he said, his voice deep with lust and he leaned over him and kissed him slow and hard, pressing his body against the others, both already aroused.

Josh had always loved when those he was with were dominant and pushy, but none had ever been like this. So heated and animal like, and yet to fucking talented. The ease with which his clothes came off was a pleasant surprise, one that boasted a lot of experience. And that made Josh look forward to being fucked even more. So he willingly went down on the bed, scooting back on it, eyes never leaving Tay. So gorgeous, beautiful. And a part of him wanted so desperately to be claimed by him.

And oh God, the way he looked crawling like that... It was the most arousing thing he had ever seen. "Fuck, yes." Gets that out just before the kiss, hands eagerly pulling the man closer, hips lifting up and pressing against him. It was would be such a fucking pity that this would be the only night. Well, maybe if he left his number... Later, he'd think later. Now was not the time for thinking.

Taylor looked over the other boy like a predator to prey but with raw lust and passion. He watched him move on his bed as they soon both were shed of their clothes. He continued crawling up along side of him, lighting touching his skin just enough to driving hi a little more crazy.

"Mmmm so glad you approve." He kissed him hard, trying to consume him it seemed and grind his hips against him. He was so responsive and Taylor loved that. He didn't want complete submission but he did like being in charge and directing what was happening, regardless of what IT was. "I want to fuck you so bad, I don't think I can wait," he growled against the pouty lips of his soon to be lover.

He groaned at those words. Yes, he wanted it, he wanted it so fucking had. He wanted this hunk of a man to pound into him over and over, but he was realistic, he needed to be prepared. But he wanted it so bad...

"Prepare me," he managed to gasp out. "Prepare me and fuck me or let me get myself ready for you." he nipped at Tay's bottom lip and sucked it between his own for a moment before practically whining. "Please.... I want you to fuck me so bad... No one's ever gotten me riled up like this, please...."

Taylor groaned and looked down at the other boy. "Much as I think it would be insanely hot to watch you prepare yourself, I do not have patience now to just watch," he growled. He hissed as his bottom lip were bitten again. "I will, I'm going to have you fucking begging for me, screaming out loud."

He reached over to his nightstand and pulled out lube and a condom and rolled back onto the bed and the other man. He leaned in and kissed Josh deep and hard as he moved quickly back between his legs, wanting to make sure he was prepared and not hurt him but not wanting it to take forever either. "Fuck you are gorgeous, you really are."

Josh groaned as he listened to Tay and watched him move. He touched his own chest, hand sliding down it was the dark haired man came back, he needed to be touched, the heightened sensitivity of his skin demanded it. God, he was going to be a goner. This man was going to touch him, and he be begging before he was fully prepared, he just knew it.

His legs stayed opened for Tay to come back to, Josh wanting, needing to feel that body between his thighs. And when the kiss came he gave it back eagerly, hands leaving his body to clutch at the other man, hips rising to press against him for some kind of friction. Groaning at the end of the kiss he gave Tay a heated, lustful look. "Shut up and fuck me," he growled out, even though those words pleased him. But dammit, he wanted to be fucked! No more talking, just action.

Taylor moved to Josh's legs and smirked at him leaning in and kissing the inside of his legs, lube and condom right beside him. He reached in and stroked the other man a few times before grabbing the lube and slowly preparing him, stretching him good and making him ready for Taylor. He knew he wanted to make sure he was ready for him but he was also aroused like crazy as well as being very very impatient.

He kept going as he was despite Josh's demands but he did add a second finger and made a point of making deliberate strokes inside of him. "You're very bossy," he grinned but soon knew that he wasn't able to hold out any longer. Taylor eased his fingers out and grabbed for the condom, tore it open and slowly unrolled it on himself before moving further in between Josh's legs.

Josh was moaning at that teasing touch to his cock, hips rising... only to find the hand gone. He whined, eyes tracking Tay's every movement. Dear god, he was so fucking hot. It should be against the law, Josh decided, to be that hot and amazing.

And then logical thought went out the window at that first finger. His mouth opened with a gasp and stayed that way, moaning. Just one finger had him moving his hips, trying to fuck himself on that finger. "Yes, fuck yes." Whether that was to Tay mentioning his bossiness, or at the fingering since a second one had been added, well... not even he was sure.

And then they were gone. Hell, if he'd whined when Tay had teased his cock, he was really whining now in a frustrated way. He moved, lips parting to complain, until he saw the condom go on. Then his eyes were back on Tay's face, hungry and wanting. Hois legs spread wantonly for him, hand going to a hip as the other went to touch Tay's very nice chest. "About fucking time," he said, cocky and challenging, even if his voice was breathy with sweet anticipation.

Taylor couldn't help but smirk just a little bit at the anxiousness of his soon to be lover. The whining and pouting... if it was probably any other time, it would piss him off but Josh is so hot end ready for him that he doesn't let it phase him. No it only makes him want the other even more.

It was very likely the minimalist preparation he could give for Josh but he was prepared and Taylor would try and not rush TOO badly. Taylor didn't want to hurt the boy after all; the screaming he wanted to hear was to be all due to lust and pleasure. If he got that Tay would be very very happy.

Too bad he wanted more than that. He was turned on and highly aroused and he would pull Josh along with him for the ride.

Just a bit more lube over the condom as he moved in between Josh's legs and then Taylor was leaning over him and easing inside of him. His arms went on either side of Josh's hips as he pushed slowly further and further. He leaned over more and drug his tongue up the other boy's abdomen and then further toward his chest, all the while, going deeper and deeper inside of Josh. "Fuck you're so tight," he moaned, his voice hitching over his breath.

Yeah, even Josh knew he was bad right now. Sure, he whined and teased, giving just enough bossiness to warrant roughness and good amounts of lust in return, but he had never been exactly this bad. And yes, it was bad this time, he couldn't help himself. Something about Tay had Josh acting like a, well, a bitch in heat. And right now? He couldn't care, no.

He'd gone out that night to be distracted, to find someone to help him forget, and now that he'd found that person able to do so he was giving himself over completely. He wanted to erase everything, the scent of the hospital, the form of his ailing father, the bastard. Just the small peak, the small rememberance of his had Josh reaching out for Tay, wanting to clutch him tight.

Thankfully he felt it, finally felt it. He gasped and raked his teeth over his bottom lip as the hottie above him started to push inward. Yeah, he was just barely prepared enough. He felt the slight burn of being stretched more, but it was nothing compared to the pleasure of the motion. His hands went into that thick black hair as Tay licked him, fingers needing something to grip onto and finding his hair suitable. He back arched, and eventually his hips moved. Too slow, Tay was moving too slow, so Josh helped him along with lifting his hips and getting that cock inside him deeper and faster. "Ah! Tay, fuck... So big... so good..."

Taylor couldn't tell if it was finally or not soon enough that he was completely inside of Josh and licked over his collar bone and then kissed him hard as Josh pushed up against him. He groaned as his hair was pulled as well and it was one of the little things that just drove him completely crazy. And it just pushed him on even further. His own body met the one beneath him and he nipped at Josh's bottom lip.

"So hot... beautiful... so hot like this," he groaned as he lifted up just a bit and smiled devilishly.

He pulled back just enough to almost pull out of Josh but before it was all the way, Taylor thrust back in side of him. "Fuck!" He did it again, and again, just one thrust back in, slowly easing out, pressing himself against Josh. He wanted to watch every movement, every expression that crossed Josh's face and how his body reacted to it too.

This... the kiss was perfect, what he needed. There might have even been just a little tinge of desperation to him as he returned the kiss, clutching onto Tay like he was. Nothing he noticed, really, but it was there. Tay was what he needed to chase away bad thoughts and keep them at bay... for a little while. If only it could be more than just a little while...

He gasped as his lips was bit, loving that. God, he loved that. He was loving everything this man was doing to him. His words please Josh, that look took his ability to speak away... furthered by those mind-blowing movements of hips. The slow pulling out, the nice thrusts back in. It felt good as well as torturous. There was repeated cries of 'Ah!', only interrupted by moans and the occasional utterance of 'Tay!" and 'Faster!' He was loving it, it felt so fucking amazing. There was no memory of the stretching he had gone through with that first thrust, oh no. It was pure pleasure now, and he was all too willing to drown in it right there.

Taylor moaned against Josh's mouth and pressed further against him, his hips moving in a faster but steady rhythm. He certainly didn't want this to end any sooner than he knew it would. No he wanted this to last and he wanted to be able to remember it for a good long time to come.

Pun intended.

He kept the slow easing out, hard thrusting back in rhythm up for a bit but then he just started moving his hips and changed the rhythm, his body sliding against Josh's as they were beginning to move together. There were moans and gasp, groans of "fuck" and "oh Josh" slipping out of his mouth in between the kisses he made harder and deeper against Josh's mouth.

Honestly, very honestly, in this Josh had given himself over completely. He let go, and it was apparent by the unrestrained and wanton sound coming from his mouth, even as it was devoured by those amazing kisses. His legs even spread wider, giving this amazing hunk of a man all the room he could possibly need.

And his hands, they were not still. They roamed over Tay's back, fingers pressing against his muscles tightly. Then his nails were introduced in, scratching and leaving red marks as on hand moved to those broad shoulder and the other... it slid down until he was grabbing at that ass. Squeezing it, racking his nails over the nice, firm surface. "Oh fuck... Tay... yes, fuck." he said into that mouth. No more begging for faster or harder. Tay was doing everything right, so he just let Tay take care of him. Well, at least for now.

Taylor had only wanted something to fill the night, a little wham bam hell and goodnight but this, oh this was something far different. He hadn't been looking for anything but something had wiggled its way into his life and he really wasn't complaining. He groaned louder and louder as he continued to move his hips and thrust into Josh.

He arched his back as nails scraped along his skin and it just urged him on further. He was getting closer and closer but wanted Josh to get off as well. Taylor's skin was covered in a sheen of sweat and he leaned back, wanting to hit that spot in Josh that would drive him crazy and push him over the edge completely.

Yeah, Tay hadn't been the only one looking for something temporary. But the further they went, the more he was aware that he wasn't wanting to let go. How could he want to let this go? This man who was driving him wild just hours after meeting. He could only imagine the things Tay could do to him if he knew more about Josh, the ways he could make him want and beg, and moan for him...

And then there it was. Tay was leaning back from him, but it made that wondrous moment come. That moment when the man's gorgeous cock hit his prostate, his sweet spot. It was accompanied by his mouth opening in a silent moan, a very noticeable break in all of his moaning and groaning. And then he was more fevered, hips thrusting up into Tay, seeking more of that, fingers grasping at those hips, wanting to pull him back in with more force each time. Josh was beyond words then, and being driven so very close to climaxing.

He wanted to keep it going, wanted for things to last but he couldn't do it, and his body was overriding any other thought he might want to have on the subject. Taylor had a fucking beautiful guy under him, one who was reacting so amazingly to all that they were doing together and Taylor wanted it to be mind-blowing. He leaned down and kissed Josh hard, his tongue pushing for entrance as soon as their lips touching.

"Come for me Josh, let go, let me see you, feel you let go." Taylor had a feeling that once Josh let go, he would as well.

The kiss was messy and hot and demanding all the things Josh loved and craved. He whimpered into that kiss, wanting it all wanting more, and wanting it to never end. But it felt too great, amazing. The intensity of it, paired with those words. There was no way Josh could hold out for long. Soon after those words were spoken he felt the build up of sweet heat, the tensing of muscles that knew what was coming. And then he cried out Tay's name, as he knew it, back arching up off the bed.

His climax was hard and mind blowing. His fingers dug into Tay, holding onto him. His eyes, they only left the gorgeous man fucking him into oblivion for a moment as they found the headboard, but then they were back on Tay. How could he look anywhere but at this man? He couldn't, as he wanted to see the moment when this man came as well.

Fuck, he thought to himself. If Taylor thought that Josh was fucking hot just in general, there was nothing to compare to him when he finally let go and was in the midst of an orgasm. Crying out his name, his body all tense and surrendering to one thing, it was phenomenal.

He groaned when Josh gripped him hard, holding him in a death grip and it just pushed Taylor to the edge and as his hips kept pushing, thrusting inside of the blonde man, Taylor happily went over the edge. He arched his back and thrust hard as he came, yelling Josh's name and clutching at him as well. He looked down at him, not wanting to miss any moment of this at all, not the look on Josh as he came nor how he reacted and moved when Taylor's own release quickly followed. It was hot and intense and utterly fucking mind blowing.

If Josh had thought just being driven to climax by Tay was amazing, it was nothing compared to when Tay's orgasm added to his own. The pulsing deep inside of him had him crying out again, and God did he wish there was no condom. He wanted to feel Tay come inside of him, wanted to be filled up by him completely, and that was shocking in itself. Because Josh? He never wanted that. He was always safe. And yet, right now, with Tay... he was regretting the use of a condom.

And the look on his face. He created that look. Tay was looking at him that way because of him, because he brought him to his climax. Fuck, that knowledge was powerful. He could easily become an addict for this man. Could feel the beginnings of such a thing. He was left panting as he started to come down, his grip barely loosening on Tay. He didn't want to let go. God, he was already addicted. With just one go.

His hold finally loosened more, only so his hands could smooth up over Tay's chest. He had to bite his bottom lip to stop himself from saying that he wanted more. No, a one night stand didn't ask for more than just one night. So instead... "Kiss me," he said instead. "Kiss me while you're still inside of me."

Taylor shuddered as he moved against Josh, the waves of release shaking the both of them. He was breathing hard and looked down at the other who was panting as well, still touching and clutching at him. Fuck that was intense, more than he'd experienced in a while.

He smiled at Josh and leaned back down to him and nipped his bottom lip. "Oh that, that I can do," he said, kissing him slow and deeply, letting his tongue slip inside of Josh's lips, his cock still very deep inside of the other. He leaned on his forearms, his hands moving through Josh's damp blonde hair.

A little 'mew' sound left Josh as that nip, making him sound almost like a kitten. He couldn't help it, he loved that being done to him so much. And Tay, he seemed to have a knack for doing it at the right moments. And that kiss, when it came. Fuck, he did not expect something like that. his lips parted, eagerly giving Tay access to his mouth.

His hands slid around that delightfully sweaty body, moving up over his back, holding him through the kiss. Something about this kiss and the way those hands felt in his hair, id didn't seem like any of his other one night stands. Not at all.

Taylor couldn't help but smile a bit more as he kissed Josh. The little sounds he made were endearing and yet so sexy at the same time. He was rather enjoying the passionate and hungry kiss he was sharing with the other and didn't want it to stop really anytime soon. Taylor's tongue was moving slowly in Josh's mouth, exploring as he moved it in and out.

There was something about Josh's hands on him, on this back down his hips, touching and moving over his skin that just made all of this better or him. It was something he wasn't completely used to, but he wasn't complaining about this, no not at all.

Dammit, he didn't want to let this man go. This was not how it was suppose to turn out. The hands that roamed over Tay proved the fact he did not want to go anywhere. Nowhere at all. He wanted to be here until... until Tay told him to leave. And God, the kiss and the fact he was still inside of him? How the hell could he leave this?

He couldn't.

"Mmm," he hummed as lack of air forced him to pull back... just a bit. "You're going to make me not want to leave you, kissing me like this."And the truth of those words were reflected in his eyes as he looked up at this very amazing man.

"Hmmm," Taylor echoed softly as he had no desire to move at all. "Maybe I'll just have to not stop kissing you like this then because I really like doing it." He could feel his whole body relaxing and his heart was slowing back down as well, but he was completely content to stay just as he was. He wanted to shake the thoughts from his head, the ones wanting Josh not to leave, at least not yet. It must be the stress of things with his father, affecting him, making him not think normal. After all Taylor was an expert at one night stand and friends with benefits. But this, no this felt much different. What the hell was up with that, he thought though that thought moved out of his head as quick as it was there.

Thu, 06 Jan 2011 15:14:12 GMT

Who: Corey & Daniel
When: October 30, 2010; Saturday
Where: Skybar, Bowling Green, Ohio

It was the night before Halloween, but being as, this year, Halloween was on a Sunday… well, it only made sense for the club to hold their gothic observance of the night on Saturday. So he left the apartment he shared with his younger brother: a black fedora cocked on his head, wearing black pinstriped pants, a black dress shirt rolled up past his elbows, black suspenders, black eye mask and a blood red tie. Yes, he looked like a badass gangster, and he was meant to. After all, this night was for fun, and he wouldn’t get the kind of fun he liked dressed like an idiot.

The line was long, of course, but he eventually got in after lifting up the barely there mask so he could be matched to his ID. And then he was. In. He made quick work of finding his posse and getting set up. As always, the Audioflesh was up in his booth and pumping out the music. Eventually the main attraction, Darks Choir, was come out, but for now…

For now he was feel the urge, like always. The need to hunt and find someone to ease his lust. Really, they needed to fix the lock on their bathroom door. All those times he walked in and saw Daniel naked… that slim, luscious body, that small round ass… His hands itched to touch, and his mouth wanted to roam over that body. He wanted his little brother in ways that were completely and utterly unacceptable. And after a little while, he left his friends to begin the hunt. While they danced on the dance floor Corey stood back, leaning against the wall his arms crossed, eyes searching… looking… Looking for the one that, tonight, would take the place of his brother in his fantasies.

At least he never had to worry Daniel would come here. He was never really into this kind of scene.

Daniel wasn't sure what possessed him to do this but now that the idea was in his head, he couldn't shake it. And once he'd made a plan he knew what he had to do. As soon as Corey left, he went into action.

First he would have to do the red streaking of his blonde hair. Getting it on was easy enough and Manic Panic didn't take long to set. So once it was in, he got ready. It was something so unlike him that he knew that it would be good. The pink underwear was strange but he got them on fairly easily. The fishnet stockings were strange but the tops were easily enough to keep them up. He wasn't too muscular so the dress also fit pretty well too. He'd thought of wearing a bra but figured it would just be easier without.

Finally his hair was done. He got it rinsed out, taken care of and styled his hair. It was extra poofy but not too much and though he was wearing a mask, he still lined his eyes well because he knew it would make his eyes stand out even more. He added some shiny lip gloss and then grabbed his leather boots. It gave him quite a few good inches and he was surprisingly walking pretty well.

Corey hadn't hid where he was going so that wouldn't be problem to get there. Daniel left their apartment and headed down to the Skybar. It definitely wasn't his sort of club but this was important so he thought he could handle it for one night. By the time he got there, the line was long but not too much. The dress had one small pocket so he'd tossed his house key, money and ID in there. The mask was warm but he love it too much to pass it up.

Once inside, it was certainly an eyeopener. They had decorated pretty amazingly and Daniel tried not to just walk around and gawk too much. He swiped up a drink and wandered toward the dance area.

As Corey glanced over the occupants of the club, and in between people coming up to talk to him, he spotted a few potentials. But no one really stuck out to him. There wasn't anyone with the body type that screamed out 'Daniel Logan!' Not until he saw him. The moment his eyes caught the slight figure of a younger man in a tight, short dress he couldn't stop looking. The boots, the fishnets over lovely legs, the short dress that fit him so very well...

This boy screamed Daniel. even the hair cut, though unlike his brother's blonde hair this boy had red streaks in it. He licked his lips and then made a decision. Yes, he would do just fine. And so Corey waved off the annoying wannabe Goth girl and took off into the crowd of dancers, weaving his way in the general direction of the man. His moves were deliberate, and he moved to the beat of the music. it looked for all the world like he was searching for a good place to settle in and dance. And eventually, he found it. And when he found it, it just so happened to be right in front of the boy who's body was almost identical to his brother's, the one he ached for.

Daniel wasn't sure he was up for dancing just yet but he was enjoying moving through the crowd and watching. He stayed a bit toward the edges, but was rather enjoying the looks he was getting even from there. The costume had been a good choice it seemed. And the music was good, not quite his taste but for one night, Daniel wanted to not be himself.

He finished his drink and gave it to once of the waitresses and turned back to the crowd when someone came right up in front of him. He was wide eyed behind his mask but mostly from surprise. He smiled and then realisation took hold when he saw that it was Corey; it had to be. That outfit, the hair he could see behind the mask. Daniel opened his mouth to say something but they wouldn't come and he closed it again. Would Corey be upset that he followed him? He wasn't sure how to explain why he did it, the reasoning was just not right but he'd done it anyways.

So Daniel remained silent; perhaps pretending to be someone else even with Corey would just make the night better and so he smiled once again at him and started to move a bit more, hoping he would get the hint, and dance.

Corey smirked a bit, easily reading the invitation from the red streaked blond. Perfect, just perfect. With practiced steps he drew close to him, his dancing morphing into something more suitable for moving with another body. And the closer he got, the more he marveled over how much this body resembled his brother's. As his hands reached out and pulled that slim body closer, he couldn't help but wonder... is this how Daniel would feel in his arms?

"Hello, beautiful," he said, voice pitched low. A hand slid down the man's back and pressed his hips in closer. Sure, with those heels the otehr man was taller, but it didn't give Corey any pause. "Having fun?"

Daniel kept moving as he had been despite the other man moving closer and closer. What was Corey planning he wondered. He had to fight the urge to just turn and bolt. No he needed to do this, it was important.

What he hadn't planned on was being pulled into Corey's arms like that. He pressed his hands against his shoulders to steady himself. It was strange being taller than Corey now thanks to the inches provided by the boots. His brother didn't let him go and they were soon moving together, fitting together. Oh, what was Corey doing? Daniel needed to stop this, he had to... but a dark part of his mind didn't want that at all.

Beautiful.

Corey thought he was beautiful and the way he said it, that low voice, it stirred something in Daniel. And it didn't help when hands moved to his back and hips grind against his own. Daniel gasped and softly moaned at the same time. "I..." he started but his voice failed him and he smiled slowly and nodded.

Corey had to admit that he loved how the other man moved against him, how he fit in his arms. And God, that moan? Corey could feel his cock harden in response not only to the friction, but also that sinful sounding voice he caught over the buzz of music and voices. Oh yes, he was going to have his fun with this one. And who knew, maybe he finally found the one able to get Daniel out of his thoughts and fantasies.

Licking his lips, he grinned up at the man who, in those heels, was indeed taller than him. But really, how the hell could he begrudge him that when he looked so fucking hot in them? Moving closer he tilted his head up so he could speak into the other man's ear. "Keep little sounds like that up, baby, and I'll have to take you somewhere a little more private."

Daniel continued to move but it was more focused in the area around Corey. He was walking a dangerous line he knew but there was something addicting and powerful about it. His mask was still on so for the moment he was just a random person to his brother. He licked his lips slowly has he continued to watch the other who, more and more, seemed to be a predator eyeing prey.

He groaned again and tipped his head slightly as whispers filled his ear once again. "Baby" was new but Corey saying it like that was an incredible turn-on and Daniel was definitely not wearing enough clothes for the reactions his body was taking. He leaned in closer and grind against Corey, rubbing against him, being a terrible person and teasing him even more.

"How private?" he said smirking, barely heard above the noise and music of the club. He was playing with fire; what on earth was wrong with him?

Yes, this man was definitely prey to Corey. And the longer this went on, the more desirable he became. Oh was a delicious boy this one was, not only responding well to his touch and his words, but also enticing Corey as well. He found himself groaning as those slim hips pressed against him. And dear God, the other man was hard, and he could feel it. He'd be damned if he would be able to restrain himself for much longer if this kept up.

Oh yeah, he definitely wasn't going to wait long, not when he was faced with that smirk. He took it as a challenge, and he answered it the only way he could. "You'll see," he said mere moments before he reached up and pulled that mouth down. Their lips met in a hard, forceful kiss, and Corey wasted no time in teasing his way inside of that mouth. He moaned at how sinful the kiss felt. Yes, this boy just might be enough to get his mind off Daniel.

Oh fuck what was he doing? Daniel was hot and turned on, and it was because of Corey, his brother. He knew it and just because Corey didn't it shouldn't matter. He should just turn and go away and chalk this up to stupidity.

But he couldn't when Corey was pressed against him and god damn they were both hard from this. What the fuck? He was warm behind his mask and the taunt of 'you'll see' was doing things to him that it so shouldn't. And then his mind was in lala land as Corey kissed him hard. Daniel couldn't help the moan that escaped his lips which matched Corey's own, tongues sliding together, and his body was reacting because it didn't know any better. All it knew was that it was good and it liked this very much.

Yes Daniel was so going to hell for this.

Fuck, was all that went through Corey's mind. He knew then that he needed more, so much more. And despite knowing they were being watched, or the leering looks he got as he did so, he grabbed the other man's wrist and took off through the crowd. Winding his way through the increasingly drunk crowd he tugged the man into the bathroom and did not stop until they were in an empty bathroom stall, and luck was with them since it was the much more spacious handicap stall.

Once the stall door was locked behind them he pressed the man up against the outer wall a little roughly, but not too much, not enough to hurt. "You are very naughty," he said as his hand snaked down to slide up underneath that too short dress. And dear god, panties. As he felt for the hard cock he knew to be there his fingers met with the soft material of woman's panties. His eyes seemed to darken and he became even more aroused, a fact proven by the gravely quality of his voice. "Very naughty."

Suddenly the kiss was over and Daniel was being pulled away from the crowd with a tight hand on his wrist. He had to be careful so he didn't stumble in the boots AND keep up with Corey. Had he figured him out? Was he angry now? Daniel's mind raced and he prepared for the worst.

And then they were in the bathroom and Daniel found himself pushed into an empty stall. He knew that without the noise of the club surrounding them, Corey would recognise his voice if he spoke, so he closed his mouth but still kept looking at him. He did groan loudly when he was fondled under his costume and it was evident that he was very hard already. Daniel wanted to tell him to stop but his body continued to betray him.

As much as Corey was curious as to why the other man had not spoke yet, he was enjoying this far too much to stop. And really, if he was being honest, then he would admit it added a bit more mystery to the meeting. After all, most of the man's face was obscured, and other than those delightful sounds he had been making he had no idea how the man sounded. And then... Then Corey decided to turn it into a game. He'd make the man speak using very convincing ways.

"Does it feel good?" he asked as he palmed the decently sized cock beneath the panties. He pressed against and rubbed, feeling how hard he was even as his lips grazed over the spot on the man's neck, just below his ear. Moving a knee between the still unknown man's legs, he made them spread further apart. "Is this what you want, you naughty thing..."

It was becoming harder and harder to keep himself from talking or voicing more than the moaning that he had thus far. Corey was driving him crazy and this was far beyond anything that he could have imagined at all. But the darker naughtier side of him, the part of him that was reacting to the touches, the words, it wanted more, and now he was pressed against the wall in the bathroom of the club.

He gasped a bit louder as he was fondled and Daniel pressed one hand against the wall. It didn't stop when Corey kissed his neck and then slipped his knee between his legs, which only just rubbed against his already hard arousal even more. Daniel found against the words but moaned louder and pushed forward and encouraged Corey even more.

Damn, did he ever like those sounds the other man made. And he didn't care that the other people in the bathroom could hear. They could go to hell as far as Corey was concerned. All he was focused on was this nice, responsive body he had pinned against the bathroom wall. But it was not a spoken word, just moaning, and Corey wanted words. He wanted to hear this man speak out loud. So his lips parted, sliding against the man's neck, and then his teeth grazed over the skin just before he teasingly bit the skin, not enough for pain though.

"Talk to me," he ordered as his hands moved beneath that skirt, lifting it up. And then Corey was moving down that body, eyes trained on the man's half-hidden face. He was then on his knees before him, the skirt of the dress now pushed up over lovely, slender hip. "Tell me what you want," And then he started to kiss and lick along the low waist line of the woman's panties. He was going to tease, but not give in completely. He wanted to hear that voice first.

And then his eyes left that face up above. That was when he saw the tattoo. It was half covered by the panties, but he recognized it. It was distinctive, he'd been with his brother when he got the tattoo. Hesitantly he tugged the panties aside, and sure enough, there it was in all its glory. After a moment he leaned in and placed a light kiss on it. This was not what he had expected. He'd wanted to get Daniel out of his system, and yet here he was, in his arms... No wonder he'd been so perfect.

And Daniel... Daniel has seen him leave. Daniel knew what he dressed as, would recognize him. That spurred Corey on once more. Was his brother really being this naughty? "Naughty..." he muttered as he tugged the sides of the panties down. That hard cock was still covered, but now strained against the taught fabric. Moving his mouth over, as he spoke again his lips grazed over the cloth covered head of that erection he was now so very eager to see. "Very naughty..." And then his lips moved around the head of that cock, tongue moving over it and making the material damp.

He kept urging him to speak and the more he moved and the more he touched him, the more he pressed against him, the harder it was for Daniel to hold back. He just wanted to keep moaning for Corey and he got louder when his teeth brushed against Daniel's neck.

Corey moved lower and lower pulling up the bottom of the dress and teasing him along the cute and sexy panties he decided would be the extra surprise for this costume. And Daniel moaned again as Corey's tongue moved against his skin once again, teasing him so fucking much. He panted, breathing harder as he felt lips on his hip.

He looked down when Corey spoke. Yes it was naughty. And he could feel the satin material pulled down his hips, and Daniel knew he could see the tattoo. Corey knew that tattoo; had it figure it out? Did he care? Would he stop and be angry at him now? He didn't want him to stop.

Oh yes, Corey most definitely knew it was his brother now, and no, he was not going to stop. If Daniel wasn't going to, then he wouldn't. He removed his mouth from his brother's cock and then pulled those panties down, revealing that cock he had yearned to see hard for so many years. It was beautiful, and Corey wanted it, but he'd wait.So instead he leaned in closer and sucked on Daniel's inner thigh for a moment, very close but not quite there yet.

"Tell me..." he said again as he stood back up. This time his hands went to the front of his own pants and undid them as he pressed his mouth to Daniel's ear. "Tell big brother what it is you want. " His voice was deep and low, spoken only so Daniel could hear. And once his pants were undone his hands moved to grab Daniel's firm ass roughly. "Tell me... Danny, my boy."

Daniel was moaning more and more as Corey's lips moved over his thighs and kept touching him. He couldn't talk, couldn't speak but he didn't want Corey to stop either.

He looked up as Corey stood again, and was undoing his pants and Daniel couldn't help but watch before looking again. He groaned as his brother leaned in closer to him again and practically purred in his ear. And then he spoke and Daniel knew, oh fuck, he knew that Corey knew and what did he do now?

Daniel licked his lips, breathing hard and held himself still. "You." It was low and deep and Daniel wasn't sure if he could say much more but the one word could be plenty.

He felt Daniel go still, but his breathing and that one word spoken stilled any worry that would have popped into his head. No need to worry when Daniel sounded like that. One word, said in a way that had Corey groaning. "Oh, fuck, Danny..." His hands gripped his brother tighter and his mouth descended on his neck, bitting and sucking on spot, careless of the fact he was going to leave a mark.

He'd wanted this for so long... dreamed of this for so long... No wonder why everything had been so perfect. No wonder why this boy had captivated him so much. If Daniel did not stop him, if he let Corey go through with this? There would be no turning back. There would be absolutely no way he'd ever let Daniel go.

"I want you so fucking bad." And as if to prove that his hands slid down into those little pink panties, spreading him wide so that he could tease that opening with his finger. "Tell me you want me, Danny. You have to tell me."

Daniel knew he should stop this, that it was wrong and they shouldn't be doing it, let alone in a bathroom stall with him wearing this costume. But Daniel's feeling's ran deep and had been hidden and confined for too long. Not only didn't Corey reject him, but he wanted this equally to his own need. How could he say no?

And truthfully he did not want to.

He moaned more as Corey teased him more, his mouth very likely marking him. "Please Corey, I want you, want this. I'm yours, I always have been," he moaned, pleading with his older brother.

"Dammit," he said fiercely. He had no lube on him, and he was not doing his brother without preparing him properly. Oh no, not Daniel. "When I get you home I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk." And as he talked his hands moved. He pushed that dress up further, getting it out of the way. And then his hands were shoving those little panties down further.

"I'll claim you so completely... But not now... I'll only give you a taste." His hands were then on his own pants undoing them and pushing his pants down until his own hard cock was free. "Keep your moans down, save them for when I get you home, he said into Daniel's ear as he moved in close again. And then he took both his cock a his brothers in his hand. And just like that he began to stroke, making himself moan into that ear, his voice kept purposely low, but he wanted at least Daniel to hear.

Daniel gasps and it makes him even harder at the anticipation of what Corey is promising later, and it makes him want to be home now, but oh no, his brother still has other ideas. "Yes, oh yes please Corey," he groans, trying to speak softly. He moved his hips to let his brother have even more access to him and soon his hands were inside of those ridiculously tantalising panties he wore.

"Yes...all it it," he said, even a bit of a babble. He was so hard and turned on and he just wanted all of this. Of Corey. He breathed harder as Corey's hand wrapped around the two of them, his voice hot and deep in his ear. He did groan and fought it as he was stroking the two of them and Corey was moaning in his ear too.

Daniel whimpered and his hips pushed forward, thrusting in the hand driving him so crazy. "Oh fuck Corey, geezus... fuck fuck..." he moaned but keeping it low as he could, not sure how much longer he could keep that up either.

"Oh yes," he groaned, eyes closing as his forehead rested against the cool tile of the restroom, right next to his brother's head. This was just too fucking erotic, he couldn't believe it. "Fuck yes, that's the voice I've been wanting to hear."

His hand kept up on them, moving faster and faster. He'd never though doing something as simple as this could feel so fucking good. He gasped, mouth pressed against Daniel's neck just bellow his ear. His free hand gripped his brother's hip tightly as his own hips moved, mirroring Daniel's. At this rate, he was going to come soon. He could already feel the tensing of muscles that heralded his orgasm. "Fuck, Danny... come for me, please..."

Daniel moaned the more that Corey kept making those noises in his hear as well touching him like he was. It was just too much for him, all of it, and he knew he couldn't hold on any longer. Something was going to give and it was going to happen very very soon. "God I love the sound of your voice like that."

He was breathing faster and clutching at Corey as he was stroked faster and faster. His brother held him tightly and was begging him to come and he couldn't hold back, not when he said it like that, not when he begged him with that voice. Daniel's head fell forward as his body shook and he tugged tighter on Corey's shirt. He fought the moans that erupted as he came hard and intense. "Oh fuck Corey, oh god," he whispered as he pressed his face against Corey's chest.

Corey didn't climax with Daniel. There was no such thing as perfect, on cue orgasming. However, the cum from his brother slickened their cocks, adding that that little extra that had Corey gasping. And then... then he did climax... just as his brother's was ending.

"Daniel," he moaned out. His body was tense and he was shuddering. He pressed close to his brother as he rode through it, forehead resting against his brother's thin shoulder. His breathing was labored, and eventually he came down. And when he did he realized he still held their cocks, though he no longer stroked them. But he didn't want to release them. It felt nice, having this little bit of intimacy with his brother, whom he'd lusted after since puberty.

But he forced his hand away, uncaring of the fact their mingled cum thoroughly coated his hand. He simply moved to kiss Daniel, and kiss him hard. A claiming kind of kiss.

Daniel was breathing hard so hard and he held Corey tight when he finally did come as well and fuck if it wasn't the hottest, dream filling thing to see. All the times that he'd dreamt about Corey, none of them compared to this, here and now. He didn't want to move from where he was, his head resting against his brother as they both held onto each other tightly.

He had stopped moving but still felt Corey's hand around his cock and he liked it like that actually. It was rather surreal though, being like this, with him, in a bathroom stall, but it was still beyond amazing. "Fuck," he moaned very softly.

Daniel looked at his brother just as he leaned in and moved to kiss him and kiss him he did. He moaned against Corey's mouth as he kissed him hard. It was intense and so much like him and Corey loved it. He pressed in closer to him, tightening his hand as it rest on Corey's hip.

Holy. Fuck. This should be illegal. Ok, so it was. But, yeah. That moan at the kiss had Corey groaning in return. Years of pent-up desires were surfacing, and despite having just finished... he still wanted more, he could feel that slight stirring inside of himself, and he knew he needed more than this. He needed Daniel at home, in his bed and begging to be fucked. Yes, that wasexactly what he needed.

He kept up the kiss for a bit more, breaking it only when a pounding came on the stall door. Pulling from that very nice kiss, Corey shot a gruff, "Fuck off," over his shoulder, which caused the pounding to stop... for the moment. Yeah, they needed to move on now. Looking back at Daniel, he smiled a bit, giving him another quick kiss. "Lets go home," he said, backing away from his brother. Grabbing up some bathroom tissue he cleaned up first Daniel as best he could and then himself, before depositing it in the toilet for disposal.

"Did you drive?" he asked as he zipped up his pants. Thankfully, they had the masks. No one outside this stall would know what it was they had done.

His breathing was slowly getting under control but he still wasn't sure if he could find his voice just yet. But Daniel happily kissed Corey again and liked it very much. And then there was pounding on the door and he blushed hard, his body stilling quickly and his eyes wide as he froze in place, pressing his face in against Corey's neck. He couldn't help but smile at Corey's response to that though. One more quick kiss and he nodded. "Home is good," he said simply.

Daniel didn't move as Corey cleaned them both up and then he got himself situated once again. He smiled and shook his head. "No, we're so close, I just walked. Not sure it's such a good idea in these boots but it's not far," he added, pulling his dress down and finding his mask again.

Corey smirked as he straightened himself up. Glancing at those boots... yeah, likely not the best thing to walk in, even for a girl. But damn, did Daniel ever look fantastic in them. He suddenly had an image of him fucking Daniel while he wore them, and decided this must happen.

"Yeah, I didn't either." Standing up straight he pulled Daniel into his arms again, hand smoothing over that face, before putting his brother's mask back in place. "I have to let the posse know I'm leaving, so wait for me outside. I wont be long." And then, after a fair well kiss, he donned his own mask and left the stall, leveling a glare at the man who had obviously been the one to interrupt them. And then he was off, hunting down his friends and telling them goodnight.

Daniel adjusted himself and straightened everything up as Corey moved around the door to get ready and leave himself. He glanced down at his boots and smiled. Secretly he really did rather like that and hoped he'd have more chance to wear them. Maybe not all the time but once in a while wouldn't be a bad thing, would it?

He moaned soft and kissed Corey again, leaning against the hand on his cheek as his mask was brought back down on to his face and they were both secret, masked, anonymous again. "Okay, I'll just head straight out and wait by the entrance. At least it's not too cold," he said with a smile.

One more kiss and Corey was gone and Daniel counted to 10 and then left the stall himself. He started when he saw another man out there, probably the one pounding on the door earlier and Daniel just looked down and hurried past him and out into the club again, and moving toward the entrance.