Midnight Lair
Please note that this story does contain M/M content.
I can't stop looking at the moon. The familiar glow was mesmerizing my eyes. I don't know how long I was at the garden, but it doesn't matter. I feel like I needed some time to cool off from the hard work at bringing order to the recently disorder due to some punk who decided that it is a good day to die. The barroom was a mess. Several expensive wine bottles were broken. The only good thing that came out of this was that the huge mirror at the bar's background remained unbroken. Jan is not going to be pleased when he finds out what happened at the bar. The Midnight Lair was bought under his brother's name, but transfer it to Jan since his brother was having unpleasant experiences in running the most popular nightclub in the city. I was hired as a tough guy to prevent any uproars during the opening hours. My mind finally becomes at eased as the night breeze softly tossed my long blonde hair, casting it to the winds. The guy with a death purpose was apprehended by the cops after someone in the bar called for emergency after he shot one of the club's customer. Didn't get a good look at him, but the way he was dressed, it was for a kill. I heard rumors that the shooter was in love with him and he was brushed away as if he was nothing by the victim. With that in mind, he shot him at the leg. Why the leg, he asked himself. Shoot him in the heart. Found out that the shooter can't manage to kill him, because he still loves him. After seeing what he did to the poor guy, his heart melted and just took the gun to his mouth. Someone luckily grabbed him before the guy can pull the trigger. The poor guy was unconscious (what a weakling, he thought.) from the gunshot wound. I have to come rush towards him and began to apply pressure on the wound. I didn't notice that the shooter was grabbing the guy, pleading him to be all right. The cops arrived and took him away. The ambulance rushed in to take the victim away. The events were still fresh in his mind. I then found out that the victim just came out of the hospital with a gunshot wound at his left side, barely missing his major organs. The reason of the wound was unknown. He was either a cop that got shot on duty, or that he was a crook. By the way the cops handled him, he wasn't a crook, but neither was he a cop. It seems that it was all something of a personal affairs that he might have with several people. I don't know if this eventful will happen again. Well, it's time for me to close the doors and worry about the mess that later. I grabbed my helmet and got onto my motorcycle. With a jump, I rode away from the bar. I need a long night sleep. Jan is going to rattle my ears tomorrow.
I felt something of a cloth around my left leg. I slowly turned my sleep-induced head towards the beeping sound as I finally noticed that I was hooked up to the IV. Great, I'm back where I started. Can't a guy get his fun? Ron was not taking his refusal for a relationship with him in a good way. At first, I thought everything was cooled when I told him that I am not interested in starting a relationship with him, or in a matter of fact, with nobody at all. I just want to have fun dancing on the floors. Yeah, sure I flirted with him a little, but that was just to get into a mood of dancing. I have to release my body from stress after what happened to me for the past two years. Everything from losing of a condo to a job was damping my mental stability. I have no income, but I somehow got some financial backing from my sister, who seems to adore me more than her husband. I don't mind, as long as I don't come between them. I don't believe in incest. I don't find my sister attractive, as to say that I wanted to have sex with her. I have mutual feelings for her. Last month, because of my recent condo lost, I decided, Hell, if I am going down like this, I might as well enjoy life as much as possible before I become a homeless bum. I don't exactly live in the streets. My sister has a small apartment that she used to live, but she rented out to me for a measly $20 per month. It's not a palace, but it has everything from a 30-inch tv in stereo with huge speakers and 10 cd-changer, with a huge frigerator and a large queen size bed in the corner. Yes, it is a one-bedroom apartment, but it was more than I hoped for. My condo was just nothing compared to her apartment. I was grateful. After living there for a few days, I decided to go clubbing. I went to several reputable places. Then I heard about Midnight Lair. There, people seem to be attracted to the place. The owner of the club was Jan. No last name. Just Jan. I have never met him, and I don't intend to introduce myself to anyone. I just want to dance all my muscles to the rhythms. I didn't know what to expect until I reached the entrance doors. I was about to flip out my id, and then the bus boy just shoved me in. Cool, I thought. I had only a few more weeks before I am 21 years old. I could see why. People were dancing to songs that I haven't heard in any other clubs due to lyrics. I like this place. After dancing I accidentally met this handsome guy. His name was Paul. He then grabbed my hands and began to dance crazy in front of me. I took the hint and began to dance. I didn't noticed that he didn't take his eyes from me for one second ever since. We were still dancing into the closing time. I was about to dance to one last song played until I felt him grabbing my chin and raised it to his lips. He kissed me gently. At first I thought this was ok. I let him continue. What he did surprised me. He then took my full open lips and did a passion kiss that I never thought possible. I was dumbfounded. He took the advantage and grabbed my crotch. I was really taken surprise by the sudden movement. I brushed his hand away, but he refused to take my movement seriously. I got pretty mad. Yes, I was getting hotter, but that's when he decided to put his hands where it doesn't belong. I slapped him across the face, making him red at the handprint. He then tried to grab me closer, then I started to slap him again, but this time, he caught it. Then he holds my hand and began to caress my body, while his lips keep contact with mine. After that, I don't remember exactly what happened, but I finally got away from him and past the exit door and ran as far as I can away from him. I didn't see him for the next week, thought that he had forgotten me. But was I dead wrong. I was just dancing my way in the crowd where I found him. Or better yet, he found me. I was about to turn away when I felt him grabbing my arms. I was about to fight him when all the sudden, I heard a loud bang and a sudden pain on my left side. I finally knew that he was holding a small pistol and was aiming it at me. I fell down on my back, hearing screams as I felt my life past through me. Then I heard another loud bang. I felt something heavy on me. Then a whisper came to my ears. "I love you. If I can't have you, then nobody can have you." I was stunned when I heard that. My mind began racing thoughts about that night. Every slow seconds passed as my life was draining itself onto the floor, I realized that I should have changed my clothes. I was wearing a leather tight pants with metal clips t-shirt, revealing my smooth almond skin. I think he was in love with me because of my clothes. Damn. I knew I have to change. But I realized that it was not the clothes that was provoking. It was my looks. No wonder I was shot. Again. But this time, at my leg. My small flirtations with Ron were going smoothly. I was just having fun with the boy. I didn't know that my looks got him obsessed with me. Look what got you here, Rick. Ok, I think going to Midnight Lair wasn't a good idea after all. Too many people there. Probably go to a small club back at 39 street on 3rd avenue will reduce any unusual gunshots.
Why there, you might ask. Well, that's where old people hang out. There, I won't be flirting with some old geezers. No no. It's not going to be some old time music. The music is mostly 70-80s kind. Enough kicks to get drunk and dance the night away. Hehe. Well, the music is pretty hip hop. But I don't know if it will satisfy my urges. Well, we just have to see what will happen next.
End of part 1