Twenty minutes after his irritating conversation with a drunken Nick, Marshall stepped out of the car that had brought him and headed for the entrance. Thankfully, he didn't have to wait in line because the bouncer recognized him. If the guy thought it was odd to see him at a club like that, he didn't show it, and Marshall mentally gave him points for discretion.

Once inside, Marshall stopped short, scanning the interior as the loud dance music pulsed around him. It was like no club he'd ever been to. He'd been to a gay club before, once, with Brian - better known to the world as Marylin Manson. That club had been more sedate though, more laid back…not like this. He couldn't help but smile at the irony. Marylin Manson, current reigning king of shock rock went to laid back gay clubs, while AJ and Nick, members of the clean cut Backstreet Boys, hung out in blatantly erotic ones that nearly screamed public sex.

Everywhere Marshall looked on the dance floor, there were men grinding on men. Hell there were men grinding on men who were grinding on other men. Marshall turned his head toward the bar where guys were hitting on each other, flirting openly and touching. Looking away, toward the tables, he caught his first glimpse of the waiter's outfits. They were bare-chested with low-riding tight leather pants that left little to the imagination. And the people sitting at the tables? Shit, at least half of them, maybe more were involved in heavy make-out sessions.

In spite of himself, Marshall found he was getting turned on by the atmosphere. He couldn't believe it. He'd thought AJ was the only man he was into, and for the most part, he was, but there was something….heady about all the testosterone and blatant sexuality floating through the air of the club.

Stepping further inside, he tried to locate AJ, looking toward the dance floor, but couldn't find him amid all the writhing bodies and flashing lights. He cursed under his breath. Turning slightly, he looked toward the tables and located Nick, sitting with a guy on his lap, making out hot and heavy.

Huh. He hadn't known Nick swung that way although he supposed he should have considering that he was at a gay club. Truthfully though, he hadn't given it any thought until right then, being intent on getting there before AJ took off for parts unknown. Nick had said he'd keep him there, but then again, Nick had been so drunk Slim Shady had been a tongue twister for him.

Pulling himself out of his thoughts, he started off for Nick, intent on finding out where AJ was so he could surprise him, but midway there he was stopped by a hand on his chest and a man suddenly in his space. Looking toward the owner of the hand, he glared, hoping the message would get through. It didn't.

Heat flashed in the other man's eyes as he leaned closer and said into Marshall's ear, "Pissy attitudes on guys with pouty lips turn me on."

Marshall stiffened as the man's hand slid down his chest toward his jeans. Grabbing his hand he pulled it away and twisted his wrist back and downward until the man fell to his knees in front of him, crying out in pain.

Leaning down, Marshall said in his ear, "Men on their knees begging me not to break their fucking wrists turn me on, wanna go back to my place?"

The guy bit his lip and shook his head no. Marshall shot him a cruel grin and let go, then walked off, leaving the man still kneeling on the ground cradling his damaged wrist. A minute and several ass gropes later, Marshall reached Nick. Impatiently he tapped Nick's shoulder.

Nick was too caught up in the man straddling his lap and tongue fucking his mouth to give a rat's ass who wanted to talk to him. Reaching up, he pushed Marshall's hand away not even coming up for air.

Marshall scowled and watched them for a minute, finding the show strangely erotic. He could see their tongues rolling over each other as they violently kissed and he could see the bulge in the man's pants as he sat astride Nick. Shockingly, he felt himself starting to respond and adjusted himself inside his jeans.

He tried again, this time leaning in at the same time he tapped and saying, "Nick, I need to fucking talk to you!"

Nick again swatted him away, and Marshall got pissed. Grabbing a fist full of Nick's hair and a fist full of the other man's, he yanked their heads apart and glared down at Nick as he yelped in pain.

"What the fuck…"

Marshall interrupted, "Listen. Just tell me where Alex is and I'll let the two of you get back to trying to eat each other's fucking mouths."

Nick glanced toward the dance floor where AJ had been moments earlier. "Uh, don't see him. He was over there."

Marshall looked at where Nick had pointed and let go of his and the other man's hair. "Ok, thanks."

"No problem." Nick said with a pout, rubbing the sore spot on his head where Marshall had nearly ripped strands of his hair out.

Marshall glanced down at him, noticing something he hadn't at first. He reached out and grabbed Nick's face under his chin, forcing him to turn and look up at him.

"What now?" Nick asked with a slight whine in his voice.

"What the fuck happened to your face?"

Nick shrugged. "AJ."

"Alex did that to you?"

"Yeah. He was pissed about something Kevin did and attacked me because I was teasing him about something else."

Marshall stiffened. "Something Kevin did? What'd he do to him?"

Nick shrugged as Marshall released his chin. "Dunno. You know. You're the only one he'll talk to about it. It's about whatever happened between them in LA I guess."

"Oh." Marshall said, fairly sure there was more to it than that. AJ wouldn't have just snapped out of the blue over something that happened weeks ago. Something had set him off.

After a few seconds of watching Marshall stand next to him seemingly lost in thought, Nick asked impatiently, "Can I get back to getting off here now?"

Marshall waved him off absently as he scanned the crowd again for AJ, finding him finally, mostly hidden behind a group of guys, near the spot Nick had pointed. "Yeah sure, whatever. Have fun."

AJ was lost in the beat, lost in the feeling of the guy's hard on pressed into his ass behind him and another guy pressed against the front of him, one leg between AJ's. He had an arm wrapped around the guy's neck in front of him, and his other hand was resting on the man's hip behind him as they all rocked to the beat, rubbing on each other.

For the third time in as many songs, AJ felt the hand of the guy behind him start to creep down the front of his body toward his dick. Letting go of his hip, he reached down and yanked his hand away. Then the guy in front of him quickly reached down and grabbed his hips, pulling him tight against him.

For an instant, AJ thought about giving in and kissing him. Normally he would have. Normally he would have let the other guy fondle him too, hell even get him off if he wanted, but for some reason he didn't want that tonight. He realized with a start that it had to do with Marshall. He didn't want these guys getting too familiar with him because the only man, the only person he wanted touching him was Marshall. It was too bad he was hundreds of miles away.

AJ sighed and broke free from the two men who didn't even miss a beat and started grinding on each other. Heading off the dance floor, AJ spotted Brian dancing with a guy who was getting touchy. His brow furrowed, wondering where Nick was at. Usually Nick was the one who kept an eye out for Brian when they came to this kind of club. Walking over, he grabbed the guy and pulled him off Brian.

When the guy started to step back in, AJ shook his head and said loudly, "He's with me. Go find your own bitch."

Reluctantly the guy left and Brian smiled up at AJ. "I thought I was supposed to be the one watching out for you?"

AJ smiled back and pulled Brian in as they started dancing together. "How about we watch out for each other?"

Jokingly, he leaned in toward AJ's ear and asked, "So, I'm your bitch huh?"

AJ shot him a sexy smile and laughed, "Only in my dreams, baby."

Brian laughed too and fell into step with AJ.

Marshall stood a few feet away on the edge of the dance floor and watched the whole exchange between AJ and the two men with interest. He'd found AJ just as the guy behind him had started reaching for his dick and was inordinately happy to see AJ pull his hand away. When the guy in front of AJ had grabbed his hips and pulled him in close though, Marshall's blood had started to boil. They looked like they were on the verge of kissing for a minute, but then AJ suddenly pulled away from both of them and walked off. Marshall had to fight the smile that tugged at his lips, undeniably relieved. AJ had an open invitation for what looked like a hot three-way, and he'd flat out turned the guys down and walked away.

He drank in AJ's appearance as he got a better view of him when he walked away from the two men and vaguely in his direction, although AJ didn't see him yet. Marshall's dick responded to what he saw, coming to life in his baggy jeans. AJ had on skin tight dark red leather pants that hung low on his hips, showing off his cut abs and his 69 tattoo, and black leather boots. His shirt was some sort of black sheer material, long-sleeved, that his tattoos showed through whenever the roaming lights overhead caught him just right. He was pure sex, and Marshall wanted him…badly.

The lust written all over his face quickly faded to a frown as he watched AJ walk up to Brian and pull a guy off him. When the guy tried to get back with Brian, AJ shouted something at him and the guy walked off.

That wasn't what was making Marshall's fists clench at his sides though. What was doing that was watching AJ and Brian start dancing together. Granted, not close enough to involve grinding or groping, but closer than Marshall wanted any guy to be with AJ. Especially when Brian leaned in toward his ear and said something, and AJ shot him a sexy smile as he replied.

Frowning, Marshall remembered that AJ had mentioned once that Brian was as straight as an arrow. What the hell was he doing in a gay club then…especially one as erotic as this one was?

"Almost looks as if they're lovers, huh?"

Marshall turned his head at the sound of Nick's voice close to his ear. "Where's your bitch?"

Nick shrugged. "He got scared off after he saw you and lost interest."

Marshall chuckled. "Sorry."

Nick laughed. "S'ok. I'll find someone else. Just don't go grabbin' his hair and actin' all threatenin' when I do, k?"

Marshall nodded, turning back to watch AJ and Brian, the frown on his face once again forming.

Nick watched him closely, noting the naked jealously there. AJ had told him they were just good friends who fucked, but even in his drunken state Nick could see that for Marshall at least, it was more than that. He had a feeling that if it was AJ standing there watching Marshall dance with someone else, that AJ would have the same dark expression on his face.

"You don't have to look at them like that, ya know."

Marshall shot him a glance and asked, "Like what?"

"Like you wanna rip Brian's head off. He's as straight as they come. And if he wasn't, I'd be the one all over him, not AJ." Nick said.

Marshall looked back at the two dancing. "Oh yeah? Doesn't look like it to me."

"Brian just comes out with us when he wants to go out and not have to deal with templation…I mean…tempsation…fuck it…you know what I mean. Anyway, he loves Leigh, his wife. He'd never cheat on her in a million years."

"So why's he flirting with Alex?"

Nick shrugged. "That's just what they do. Both of them know it doesn't mean a damn thing."

"Oh." Marshall said, wanting to believe Nick, but having a hard time with what he was seeing.

Nick's brows knit together in concentration, and drunkenly he blurted his thoughts out. "You know, since he's met you, AJ hasn't been with anyone else. He hasn't even looked at anyone else, which is saying a lot for him. Well, there was that girl I brought over for him that one time when you showed up, but even though she was all over him, it was obvious he really didn't want her."

Marshall's heart leapt a little, a feeling he wasn't comfortable with. Before he could stop himself, he asked, "You're serious? Because if your not, tell me now. Don't fuck with me like that."

Nick blinked down at Marshall. "Dead serious. And that's not like AJ at all. I think…I think he has feelings for you." Nick knew he shouldn't be saying all this, but as drunk as he was, he couldn't seem to stop himself.

Feelings? AJ had feelings for him? He didn't understand it, but that gave him a sudden…warm feeling inside and all he wanted to do was walk over and grab AJ away from Brian and kiss him long and hard. He shifted from one foot to the other, uncomfortable with the emotions suddenly swirling around inside him.

Suddenly Nick gave him a light shove from behind. "Go. You know you want to. Go dance with him."

Marshall tensed at being pushed by Nick. "What the fuck? Keep your hands off me damnit."

Nick rolled his eyes, the alcohol making him forget how dangerous Marshall could be. "Give me a break. Get over there and dance with your man. I'll take care of Brian."

The funny warm feeling curled back through Marshall's stomach as he replayed Nick's words in his mind. His man. He liked the thought of that. Still, could he really dance with him the way AJ had been dancing with those other guys earlier? He didn't know.

Nick didn't give him a choice though, suddenly grabbing his wrist and dragging him toward them. Marshall gritted his teeth, fantasies of beating the living shit out of the younger man later when he was sober and could truly appreciate the pain clouding his brain. He didn't even realize he was standing directly behind AJ until he heard AJ yell at Nick to go find his own dance partner.

Marshall snapped his attention back to what was going on and realized Nick had grabbed Brian away from AJ and was dancing with him right in front of him. Then his eyes settled on the back of AJ's neck, his sweat glistened, olive-toned neck and he couldn't help himself. He reached out and curled an arm around AJ's waist, pulling him back against him and kissing the side of his neck.

AJ stiffened as he felt himself be grabbed from behind and someone's lips press against his neck. Something felt familiar about the touch though, so instead of immediately pulling away, he looked down at the arm around his waist instead. His heart skipped a beat as he recognized the tribal tattoo on the wrist peaking out from the sleeve of a jacket, and the ring from Hailie on his finger.

Eyes wide with shock behind his ever present sunglasses, AJ turned around in Marshall's arms and asked, "Marshall?"

Marshall smiled at him. "Surprise."

AJ nearly melted as Marshall's cheeks dimpled with his smile. Fuck he loved that. He pulled his eyes away from his face though and looked him up and down, taking in his blue do-rag covering his hair that made his blue eyes look even brighter than normal, his yellow, white and blue jacket that AJ loved on him, with a shirt underneath that AJ couldn't quite see because of the jacket. AJ licked his lips as he checked out his baggy jeans that he was sure were riding so low on his hips that his boxers were sticking out of the top. After he was done checking him out, AJ pulled him in for a long, hungry kiss. By the end of it, their bodies were pressed together and they were both gasping for air.

After a minute, AJ managed to ask, "How?"

"Some PR stuff got moved up and I had to fly out here for it. Figured I'd look you up while I was here."

"And your first thought was to check out one of the kinkiest gay sex club in New York?" AJ asked, still trying to figure out how Marshall had found him.

"I called your cell. Nick answered and told me where you were."

AJ's face darkened. "He didn't tell me."

Marshall was getting sick of the conversation. He knew that he really had no right to be searching AJ out the way he had. They hadn't said anything about whatever they had continuing past Detroit and suddenly he was nervous that Nick was wrong and AJ didn't want him anymore and that was where the twenty questions were coming from.

With those thoughts racing through his head, he snapped, "Listen. If you don't want me around, just fucking say it. I can go."

When he didn't wait for an answer and started to do just that, AJ grabbed at him, pulling him back against him and licking his lips. "Didn't say that, just wondering why Nick didn't tell me. I would have been looking for you."

Marshall shrugged as if it was no big deal. "I wanted to surprise you."

AJ got a smile a mile wide on his face. "Really?"

Marshall smiled back, rolling his eyes at how happy that seemed to make AJ. "Really. Now, are we gonna dance or stand here talking about this shit all night?"

AJ's eyes widened again. "You…you wanna dance? You dance? Like this?"

Marshall looked around them and shrugged. "I can dance. I just never…fuck it. There's a first time for everything, isn't there?"

AJ didn't need anymore of an invitation than that. Circling Marshall's waist with one hand, he grabbed his arm with the other and pulled it around his own waist, then shoved a knee between Marshall's legs and started a slow grind, waiting for Marshall to fall in step before picking up the pace.

Within seconds they were moving together fluidly and AJ was more than impressed with how well Marshall could move. He would have said something about it, but he was too busy biting his lower lip and trying not to cum in his red leather pants as their bodies rubbed and pressed against each other erotically.

For several long minutes they danced like that, neither saying a word, just feeling the sexual tension flowing between them. Marshall didn't think or worry about the fact that they were in public. AJ had told him before their first date that he knew the places to go where things wouldn't leak to the press, and considering AJ, not to mention Nick and Kevin had kept their sexuality secret for years, despite the media being trained on them intently, Marshall trusted his judgment.

Getting lost in the feel of the younger man grinding against him, Marshall closed his eyes as he felt AJ's erection press into his hip. Reaching between them, he ran his hands slowly up AJ's stomach, toward his chest, pausing to pinch his nipples through his shirt. He was rewarded by a full body shudder from AJ.

Opening his eyes as his hands slid further up to AJ's shoulders, Marshall decided the other man's sunglasses had to go. He wanted to see his eyes. Reaching up, he pulled AJ's glasses off his face. Immediately he froze, effectively stopping their erotic dance, at the black eye AJ was sporting.

"Who the fuck…" Marshall started.

AJ stood in front of him for a second, confused, but then he remembered his black eye and tensed too. "Marshall, it's not…"

"Nick did that, didn't he." It was more of a statement than a question.

AJ looked at him in surprise, figuring Marshall would have assumed Kevin had done it. "Yeah, but how…"

Marshall pulled away and turned toward Nick, fully intending on beating him unconscious. "I'm gonna beat his fucking ass."

AJ grabbed him before he could. "Marshall, no. Don't. It's not his fault."

Marshall turned on AJ, furry in his eyes. "Not his fault? How the fuck is it not his fucking fault?"

AJ's stomach lurched nervously at the look in Marshall's eyes. He was suddenly scared for Nick.

In a firm voice, he said, "Marshall, stop it now. You can't go around beating people up because I was an ass."

Marshall closed his eyes for a second, willing himself to calm down. Finally he opened his eyes again and asked, "How was it your fault?"

AJ looked down, slightly embarrassed about what he'd done. "I sort of…attacked him."

It was then Marshall remembered what Nick had said to him about that. A minute ago he'd been too pissed to remember that part. "What did Kevin do?"

AJ looked back up at him in surprise. "How…"

"I saw Nick's face earlier and he admitted you attacked him because you were mad at Kevin for something. I just…forgot when I saw your face. I got too angry to think straight." Marshall explained.

"Yeah, I could see that." AJ said, smirking, hoping to lighten the mood a little.

Marshall smirked too, then his face turned serious again. "What did Kevin do?"

AJ shook his head, the smile falling from his face. "I don't wanna talk about it. I came out tonight to forget about it and have fun."

Marshall didn't like that answer, but AJ suddenly looked weary just thinking about it and Marshall could tell he really needed a break from reality. Grudgingly he nodded his head and said, "Alright, but later, you will tell me."

AJ nodded. "Deal. Now get over here so I can grind on that sexy ass of yours."

Marshall's cock jumped as AJ turned him around and pulled him back against him. Falling back into the beat, they started to move against each other again, Marshall getting strangely turned on by AJ in control of him that way. When he felt AJ hardening once again behind him, grinding his cock into his ass even more, Marshall let out a low moan that got swallowed up by the music pulsing around them. Dropping his head back onto AJ's shoulder, he closed his eyes and reached behind them to squeeze AJ's leather clad butt and force him closer yet.

AJ closed his eyes too, lost in sensation as he ground himself against Marshall's tight little ass. He wanted to be inside that ass so badly, even though he knew it might never happen. Still, just the thought that it could someday was enough to make AJ harden even more and his arms around Marshall's waist tighten. When he felt the older man's head fall back and rest on his shoulder and his hands reach back to squeeze his ass, AJ moaned and leaned down, his lips immediately latching onto his neck.

Moving toward his ear, he stopped kissing and sucking long enough to say, "God, baby, you're so fucking hot. You move so damn good. Shit I want you…right now."

Marshall moaned again, turning his head so his lips were inches from AJ's. "Then let's go."

AJ's cock jumped and he felt precum wet the front of his pants, having forgone underwear because the pants he had on were too tight for them. "Fuck. Your hotel or mine?"

Marshall's eyes dropped to AJ's mouth and he licked his lips. "Yours. It's closer."

AJ leaned in and kissed him then, thrusting his tongue past his lips to lick at the inside of his mouth as his hand briefly ran down the front of Marshall's stomach toward his pants, cupping him in his hand when he reached his destination.

Marshall groaned into his mouth and thrust forward into his hand slightly before pulling away and turning toward him, saying, "If you keep that up, I'm going to find the nearest dark corner and fuck you in it."

AJ's eyes flared with heat. "Shit, uh, yeah…come on." He grabbed his hand and took off for the entrance, not even bothering to say a goodbye to Brian and Nick.


Chapter Twenty-Seven
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