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Ira slung the strap of his messenger bag across his chest with a huff of breath and bent his head against the chill in the fall air as he crossed the threshold of the main entrance of his high school and made his way down to the street. He'd barely been out of the building two seconds before he was turning his phone on in hopes of having a new message. After weeks of making eyes at each-other through the crowd of other club-goers, and the occasional small talk, Ira had finally convinced Brian to give him his phone number. And after the usual text back so that Brian might have his, Ira had been checking his phone nearly constantly, wanting the man to send him something, anything.
Ira knew he was an annoyance to the older male, but he couldn't help it. He was quickly becoming obsessed with the gorgeous blonde. Every taste he got just left him wanting more. And although his closest friends assured him it was just the "gay virgin thing" Ira was convinced his attraction was real. He wanted desperately to make Brian see he was far more mature than his age and experience might let on. He wanted the man to give him a chance, but that wasn't proving to be the easiest thing in the world to do. All of the information he'd gathered from observation and eavesdropping at the club had taught Ira that Brian was something of a player- bringing a constant string of guys back to his place and screwing their brains out. Now...Ira held the vain hope of eventually being something more than that. But for now, Ira would happily take a place in line- if only Brian would let him.
After several checks of his inbox and a few city blocks later, Ira found himself back at the upscale apartment building he lived in with his uptight, conservative parents. With another huff, the teen climbed the stairs and gave a half-hearted smile to the door man as he made his way to the elevators, already plotting his escape plans for the night- anxious to get to the club and see Brian again.
A few hours later his homework lay sprawled out on his bed still undone. And Ira lay sprawled out on his bed quickly coming undone from the lack of text messages. Sure, there were plenty from his small circle of friends. But none from a certain playboy Ira was fixated on. When he could no longer take it, Ira finally broke his own rule and wrote Brian first. The message was simple: "Will I see you tonight?"


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The teen waited in agony for a response. The few minutes seemed like ages, but he still laughed ecstatically when his phone lit up and Brian's name appeared on the screen. Ira clicked the key's rapidly, typing his response but he made himself wait several minutes before hitting send- he didn't want to look too eager. Ira figured Brian would see a rapid reply as yet another sign of immaturity. Finally, when enough time had passed, he nervously pushed send. "Well that's a loaded question." He sent the teasing response, pleased with the maturity of his wit. Then, after a brief pause he sent off a more serious answer. "Babylon." Truthfully, it was the only club Ira felt confident enough sneaking into. He'd gotten to know the bouncers a bit and now he could get in without the cover charge or them checking his fake ID. It was also the only place he'd ever run into Brian, so he believed it would be a safe choice.
Now, he got to wait around nervously, wondering if he'd get a reply or if he was simply expected to run into Brian at the club. Their was still a bit of time before Ira could safely leave his apartment with both parents asleep and this gave him plenty of time to try on several outfits before finding one he was truly happy with. He pulled on his best dark wash jeans- the ones that even his straight male friends told him his a** was unbelievable in, and a medium blue Henley with the top few buttons undone. A necklace made of a thin strap of leather with an intricate knot at the middle and he was ready to go. Now, it was just the agonizing wait until eleven which Ira had deemed late enough to show up a a club without seeming uncool.
When the time finally came it was a short ride and a few subway stops later before he was walking through the doors to the only place he truly felt free to be himself.
He headed straight to the bar but, as usual, was stopped on his trip a few times to dance briefly with acquaintances and strangers alike. When he did make it, he ordered a vodka tonic and sipped while his eyes scanned the crowd. It didn't take long for him to find Brian. He'd become rather good a pinpointing the man in a crowd. Ira smirked and continued to sip, keeping his eyes on the blonde but making no move to draw the man's notice yet.

"Nice pants." Ira commented just loudly enough to be heard over the music, smirking as he shamelessly eyes the man's rear as he leaned slightly over the bar to order his drink. The teen's smirk turned slightly mischievous and he set his own glass on the bar after knocking back the few remaining drops. He raised an eyebrow at the man he'd been craving in a sort of challenge and started making his way through the bodies on the floor, carving out his own bit of space, he began to move to the music, hoping beyond hope that Brian would follow. If his observations of the blonde held up, the playboy ought to take him up on his obvious offer. Ira was trying not to appear too easy, while still letting Brian know he was completely at his mercy.
The younger male felt the hard warm of a toned chest behind him and let the stranger dance with him for a piece of the song while he waited for Brian to finish that drink he had ordered. Now that the man was behind him, Ira steered their bodies a bit so that he could keep his eyes on Brian while he danced with the cut brunette. The smirk on his lips was just suggestive enough. It was his patented pick up look. One he'd blush to admit he'd practiced to perfection in the mirror. But it had just enough smolder to bring most anyone across the dance floor to him. He knew Brian was far too experienced to fall for the look alone. But he hoped the male would come over all the same.

Ira smirked as he felt the new pair of hands on his hips. He would know that touch anywhere. From the first time Brian had ever danced with him weeks ago it was all the teen dreamt about. Those hands on his waist, that chest pressed into his back.... He waved a small goodbye to the handsome brunette, but willingly gave his attention- and his body- back to Brian.
The older blonde's style of dancing was just a bit different from the other men Ira usual moved with. It was more powerful...possessive almost...and certainly suggestive. Ira pressed his body into the feeling, letting his hips grind backwards against Brian's with every thrust the other made. For now, Ira's heartbeat was the base drum. He couldn't hear the music his world was filled with the excitement rushing in his ears and the sensation of the slender frame pressing tightly to his from behind.
Slowly, Ira reached his arm up behind his own head and hooked his fingers loosely on the back of Brian's neck, pulling the male a bit closer and softly playing his fingertips against that place where the blonde strands stopped on the bare sliver of Brian's neck that the collar of his shirt left exposed.

When Ira felt the man's mouth on his neck, it stood his hair on end and he hummed softly in appreciation, pressing his body backwards into Brian's a bit more firmly. As the man's hips drilled into him, Ira bit back a soft moan, his fingers now tangled in Brian's blonde hair. The teen tugged gently at the strands while he listened to Brian's proposal, a wave of heat radiating to his limbs as his ear was nibbled. Ira nodded, giving his answer silently as he let his head roll backwards onto the man's shoulder, now rubbing his hips more slowly against Brian's, making the contact between them much firmer. "Where to?" He asked, turning his head into Brian's neck, his voice rumbling lowly against the other's warm skin.

As Brian's motions slowed, a whimper escaped from Ira's lips his body more excited than even he'd realized as his hips pushed backwards of their own accord- refusing to let the action stop. As Brian offered up his place, Ira's half-lidded eyes opened a bit further and he focused his crystal blue gaze on the man. The sudden grind against the teen sent shivers up his spine and he tightened his grip on Brian's hair, tugging the strands more suggestively while his free hand slid behind him, grasping Brian's left hip and using the leverage to bring his body more tightly to the man's. "Mnn...I'm eager..." The boy answered in a voice roughened by expectation, "But I can wait." He took a few moments more than Brian to allow his less-experienced body to calm back down to the slower, more subtle rocking the man initiated. Now that Ira was certain that Brian was finally going to let him join the list of the playboy's partners, it was easier to initiate physical intimacies with the man-he no longer feared rejection. At least, not tonight. So, the teen slid his hand slightly from its grip on the older male's hip, snaking lower until he could reach his thumb into the waistband of Brian's leather pants, lightly brushing the pad of his thumb against the smooth skin just above the man's hip bone. "Why don't you take me to your place?" Ira asked somewhat mischievously.

Ira smirked as he was led out of the club, winking suggestively at the men offended when they were pushed out of the way by Brian's eager actions. It was obvious to most everyone in the club exactly what would make the two so anxious to leave. Usually, the thought of everyone knowing his business would have made Ira blush. But he was leaving the club with Brian, and nothing else seemed to matter.
When Brian rushed through the doors, Ira gave his hand a quick squeeze and curled his body into the older man, his lips at Brian's ear, he murmured, "Somebodies impatient..." As he slid into the passenger seat, Ira scooted his body closer to Brian's side, groaning in anticipation as the blonde's hand landed on his thigh. The teen closed his eyes tightly for a moment, swallowing as he tried to calm his nerves hoping that his body would be less sensitive if he could quell his excitement somewhat.
Wanting to make some sort of contact himself, Ira slid his hand along the top of the seat until it had reached behind Brian's head. The younger shifted his hand until it was gently resting on the back of Brian's neck and began playing his fingers along the same spot that had gotten such a good reaction earlier on the dance floor.