To call Big Mike’s a club was being charitable, JC thought as they
walked to the building. It was, in fact, just a warehouse, one of many in this
area of Los Angeles, but unlike the others, not deserted at 2 a.m. JC felt the
music before he heard it, the deep bass vibrating through is body. This is a
mistake, he thought. But it was too late to turn back, and besides, this
might be his only chance to find Tyler. JC stole a glance at Justin as they
approached a large, tattooed man at the door of the warehouse.
Justin shook hands with the man. “Mike! Back in business, I see.”
“You know it, Jup,” the man, Mike, retuned. “No city ordinance is gonna
keep me doing what I want, ya know?”
Justin nodded. “I know it, Mike.” He reached into his pocket for the picture
of Tyler. “Listen, Mike, I’m looking for this kid, has he come here tonight?”
Mike’s eyes narrowed at the question. “Jup, you know I never narc on my kids,”
he scolded. “Who’s he?” he asked, indicating JC.
“A friend,” Justin explained. “Mike, he owes me money, a lot of money,”
Justin said, tapping the picture of Tyler. “He ratted out of a deal that would
have scored me a thou, and took off with my cash. If you see him, well, I’d be
willing to share what I collect with you.”
Big Mike whistled. “A thou, huh?” He nodded. “Sure, Jup. He hasn’t come
in yet, but I’ll let you know when he does. Is that good enough?”
“Good enough for at least half, Mike,” he said, shaking hands with the big
man once more before opening the door and walking inside the warehouse.
A blast of smoke and booze and music hit them both as the entered the rave. It
was dim inside, and all JC could really see was the mass of bodies gyrating in
front of them. He felt Justin’s eyes on him and turned toward the younger man,
waiting for him to speak.
“I’m gonna look around, see I see anyone I know.” He looked JC up and
down. “You gonna be okay by yourself?”
“I’ll manage,” JC said, leaving the boy there and forcing his way to the
bar, or at least what passed for a bar in this place. It was harder than he
thought it would be, JC realized, grabbing a beer and throwing money into the
bucket near it. He closed his eyes and leaned against the rough plank table,
fighting himself. He ignored the girls that came up to him with offers of sex or
drugs or both.
“You sure about that?” one particularly brazen girl asked him, running her
hand over his crotch.
“We could make you really happy,” her companion said, reaching around the
other girl and grabbing her breasts suggestively and kissing her on the lips.
JC’s glance dismissed them without a word, watching as they went over to a
pair of punk boys, pointing him out to them. He was reaching for another beer
when he realized the two boys were behind him.
“I don’t think he really belongs here, do you, Rusty?”
JC turned and looked at the two men.
“I’ve never seen him here before, that’s for sure,” the one with bright
orange hair, Rusty, answered. “And he keeps turning down our girls.”
“I think he’s a cop, Rusty,” the other one said.
“Me, too, Ice,” Rusty concurred as they both walked closer to JC, trapping
him against the bar.
JC saw they were older than most of the ravers, and harder, too. Scars
criss-crossed their faces and hands. “Is that what you think?” JC finally
said to them.
“Yeah, it is,” Rusty replied.
“That’s really funny,” JC snorted. “I’m surprised that you think at
all.”
A look of confusion crossed Rusty’s face, then realization as what JC meant
finally sunk in. “Why you…” Rusty pulled a hand back preparing to hit JC,
but found it being held by a strong grasp from behind.
“Rusty, you causing trouble again?” Justin asked, quickly pulling Rusty’s
arm behind him with a painful twist.
“Fuck, Jup, let me go,” Rusty struggled against Justin’s grip. “This
guy’s bugging me, and I want to kick the crap out of him.”
Justin twisted harder. “I don’t think so,” he said evenly, steel edging
his voice. “Go find someone else to bother…this one’s mine.” He let go
of Rusty with a push, making the other man stumble into his friend. With one
last glance at JC, they walked off.
“You’re welcome,” Justin said sarcastically.
“I could have handled it myself.” JC said, turning away from Justin and
grabbing another beer.
“I bet,” Justin said, coming to stand behind JC. “How many of these have
you had already?” he asked, indicating the beer in JC’s hand.
“I don’t need another mother, Justin, thanks.”
“No, what you need is for me to fuck you senseless.”
Their eyes met in the mirror behind the bar. “That’s the last thing I need,
Justin,” JC replied.
“You think?” Justin closed the distance between them, pressing against
JC’s back. “I know you, JC. I know what you think, what you feel, who you
are.”
JC shivered as he felt one of Justin’s fingers slide up his spine to circle
his ear, before slipping down his neck, and he cursed his body’s reaction to
Justin’s actions. “I’m only here to find Tyler, Justin,” he said, glad
that his voice was calmer than his rapidly beating heart. “And trust me, you
have know idea who I am or what I feel.”
“You think I don’t know you, but I do.” Justin’s lips replaced the
finger against his ear. “And I know you’re fighting it, JC. I don’t know
why, but you’re fighting it.” He swiped a nasty lick against JC ear before
biting softly on the lobe.
“What am I fighting, Justin?” JC asked, trying to pull away. Justin spread
his legs and trapped JC even more against the bar.
“You’re fighting this,” Justin said, his right hand coming around to tease
at JC’s crotch as he pressed his hardness into JC’s ass. “You’re
fighting yourself, too, the true you,” Justin said as his left hand dipped
underneath JC’s tee-shirt up to his chest. JC tried feebly to stop his
movements before he reached…
“Or did you think I didn’t notice this?” Justin finished as his fingers
found and pulled on the ring attached to JC’s nipple.
The sharp stab of painful pleasure from the nipple ring made JC groan.
“You’re hiding, JC,” Justin said, pushing even more against JC’s ass,
his hand grasping JC’s groin harder. “You know it, I know it.” His hand
pushed inside of JC’s pants and grabbed JC’s throbbing cock, fisting the
hard muscle with tight, nasty strokes. His other hand continued to pull on
JC’s nipple ring, his mouth assaulted JC’s neck and shoulders. Justin
continued to hump JC from behind, assaulting him with his hands and mouth and
words until JC had no control and came right there at the bar, his orgasm hard
and sinful and…good.
Justin held him as he came down from his high, reaching out and snagging a rag
from the bar to discreetly clean them both off. He spied a room off in the back,
and pulled JC through the sea of heaving bodies toward it. Luck was with him as
he found it unlocked and pushed JC inside, following close behind. Justin
pressed JC up against the boxes of beer and attached his mouth to the older
man’s, finally doing what he’d been wanting to do for days.
The kiss was slick and nasty and hot and wet and made JC shiver and sweat and
moan and protest and oh, God…he reached down for Justin’s cock and found
it….there…pushing the younger man’s pants down…grasping the hot strong
flesh in his hands, receiving a groan of gratitude. JC broke the kiss and
dropped to his knees, engulfing Justin’s straining cock with his mouth,
throating and licking and biting until Justin was screaming, fucking his mouth
with hard, rough thrusts. JC felt himself be pulled up by the hair and pushed
him face first against the beer boxes, his pants roughly pulled down.
Justin fumbled with the condom, cursing the foil wrapper and struggling to put
on the sheath while JC lay there against the boxes…ready for him…his ass
begging for his cock. Justin finally succeeded in getting the rubber on, then
found his place behind JC and lifted the older man a bit, finding his entrance
and teasing it with his fingers, whispering nasty, dirty words into JC’s ear.
“You ready now?” Justin asked, pushing inside JC with his cock a bit before
teasingly withdrawing. “You want me now?” He pushed in a bit further this
time, making JC mewl with frustration as he withdrew again. “Yeah…you want
me,” Justin finished, finally impaling himself inside JC with one sure lunge,
making JC scream and come with the first thrust.
********************
The shrill ringing of the telephone woke JC up. He fumbled for the phone,
finally locating it and sitting up. “Hello?’ he said, his voice raspy and
harsh.
“Josh? Have you found him yet?”
His mother’s strident voice made JC’s head pound and his stomach clench. He
looked around the room quickly, noting with relief that Justin had left sometime
during the night. He peered at the clock. 9 a.m.
“No, Mom, I haven’t found him,” JC said, trying to clear his throat from
the smoke and booze he’d been exposed to last night.
“Are you even trying to find him, Joshua?’ his mother’s accusing voice
asked. “Or are you hoping to join him back in that heathen lifestyle?’
JC didn’t answer. He caught of glimpse of himself in the mirror across the
room. His hair was spiked and tangled, his eyes were huge black smudges, his
body was covered with angry red welts where Justin had sucked and bit him with
increasing fervor as the night progressed. They’d somehow made it back to
JC’s hotel room, where they’d spent the rest of the night taking turns
fucking each other from every conceivable angle and position. He wondered what
he mother would say if he told her that.
“Joshua!”
JC held the phone away from his ear as his mother yelled. “I’ll find him,”
he said softly, hanging up the phone, then taking it off the hook.
JC barely made it to the bathroom, retching uncontrollably before finally
collapsing onto the floor.