The club was busy tonight, packed with the usual heavenly bodies and a few out-of-towners looking for a holiday fling, or perhaps just a casual one-night encounter. Barry shimmied onto the dance floor, the rhythm of the latest Eurobeat making it impossible for him to stand still. He was sure some of the old queens would be watching, they always were, and hoped the sculptured blond was too. He’d spotted the visiting Adonis from his perch at the bar when said Adonis had sashayed down the stairs.
Barry knew the effect his favourite jeans had on some of the regular crowd and hoped they were having the same effect on his quarry. He was too cool to look round as he moved centre-stage but once he started to move to the music he casually looked that way to check. He was watching. Barry worked his way through his repertoire of dance moves, giving the object of his desire the occasional look.
Coming out of a rather demented spin Barry noticed the stranger take to the dance-floor. ‘Let the games begin,’ he thought to himself as he moved in that direction, idly wondering what his new dance-mate’s name was.
Step by step the two moved closer until they were dancing close enough to touch. Barry looked up and was greeted with a reciprocal smile. ‘This guy really knows how to move,’ he said to himself wondering if he moved as well horizontally.
As the song ended Barry nodded towards the bar. His dance partner nodded in agreement and followed.
It was slightly quieter at the bar allowing conversation at a normal volume without shouting.
“What’ll you have?” Barry asked.
“Besides you?” Came the reply, “GT, no lemon, Jim.”
“No. My name’s Barry,” Barry replied as he ordered slightly flustered at the obvious come-on.
“I know. Mine’s Jim,” Jim told him. “You were wondering, weren’t you?”
“Err, yes,” Barry replied even more distractedly as he paid and handed Jim his drink.
“Cheers, and if you want to find out, I’m willing.” Jim told him.
“Find out?” Barry was having trouble keeping up with the conversation.
“If I move as well horizontally.” Jim replied. “Isn’t that what you wanted to know?”
“Oh jesus wept, I didn’t say that out loud did I?” Barry blushed.
“No, you’re okay.” Jim told him.
Sitting at the bar they sipped at their drinks and chatted, though nothing of consequence. Each time Barry tried to find out more about JIm he either ansered his question before it was out of his mouth, or avaoided them completely.
Barry couldn’t beleive his luck. He had managed to grab the best looking guy in the place. He tried to check Jim out as casually as he could. He was seriously interested but didn’t want to overplay his hand. He knew he was ‘punching above his weight’ he thought was the expression.
Jim leaned forward and whispered in his ear. “You should trust in yourself more. I’m not the best looking here, seriously, have you got a mirror at home?”
Barry blushed again, thrilled at the compliment which was clearly over the top, but also surprised that Jim had pretty much read his thoughts again. ‘Could anyone read thoughts really’ he considered. He took in all Jim’s features and imagined himself kissing those moustache topped lips.
“I can and I did,” Jim said leaning into Barry. “And I’d love to kiss, if you’d like.”
Barry leaned forward and gently brushed his lips against Jim’s. Inwardly he sighed. He wanted him badly. Jim pulled him in for a tighter embrace and a deeper kiss.
Jim abruptly broke off their kiss replying to Barry’s thoughts again. “Let’s go then,”
“Are you a mind reader or something?” Barry asked with a laugh.
“That and so much more,” Jim replied. “If you’ll just give me chance to show you.”
“Yes please.” Barry replied.
Jim took his hand and led him out of the club into the cool night air. Their futures sealed.