Irresistible

By: Foxy Lady

Lance leaned against the back wall of the club. He had no idea why he was there, but Joey had finally dragged him to this club this other guy had told him about. Great place to find guys is what Joey said as they walked into the club. Within five minutes Joey had disappeared and Lance was alone at the back of the club. He didn't go to clubs. They were too loud, and the guys you found there only wanted one thing. A quick fuck in the bathroom and a see ya later. That so wasn't Lance. He didn't want to be some guy to be forgotten about in the morning. He had been that guy before, and it would be a cold day in hell before he let it happen again.

He took a sip of his beer and eyed the crowd dancing on the floor. Great place to pick up guys. Yeah, right. Nothing out there was what he wanted. He drained the rest of his beer, and began to scan the crowd for Joey. He was going to leave. He didn't fit in with the strobe lights and the stench of booze and smoke that surrounded him. He finally spotted his friend on the dance floor grinding away with a thin brunette.

He pushed his way through the people dancing until he was next to his friend. He tapped him on the shoulder. Once he had Joey's attention, he yelled, "I'm going to go. You go ahead and stay. Have fun." Lance turned and began to walk back through the crowd when he saw him. He stopped dead, and watched the man, no more than a boy really, lean his back against the bar. Lance continued to move off the dance floor, but didn't take his eyes away from the man before him.

Even in the dim lighting of the club, he was gorgeous. His lean body covered in tight black leather pants and a black wifebeater. His hair was covered with a bandana. Lance could see the curls peeking out of the back of it. Lance made his way to the bar. The plan to leave forgotten the second he had seen this guy.

He found an empty stool and sat down. He ordered a fresh beer from the bartender watching the guy out of the corner of his eye the whole time. He wanted to say something, but he couldn't get the nerve. This guy was way out of his league, and he knew it. He continued to drink his beer in silence.

He watched as the guy moved away from the bar, and he knew he had lost whatever chance he had. He should have said something. Anything to get his attention. Lance let out a slow sigh. He took a sip of his beer before placing the bottle back on the bar.

He moved to get off the stool, but a hand on his arm stopped him from actually getting off. He turned his head to look behind him, and almost gasped when he saw the guy behind him. Lance licked his slips, as he watched the guy.

"Would you like to dance?" The guy said holding out his hand.

Lance nodded as he slid off the stool taking the offered hand. They moved onto the dancing floor. He caught Joey's eyes, as he began to dance. He saw Joey laugh, but then he felt a hand on his chin moving his head back towards the guy. "He your boyfriend or something?"

Lance shook his head no. "Just a friend."

"Okay."

The guy moved closer placing one hand on his waist, and the other on the back of his neck holding his head in place. As they grinded together on the dance floor, Lance could feel the other guy's erection rubbing against his leg. When the other guy nuzzled his neck before sucking softly, he bit back a moan. Lance knew he wanted this guy. There was no doubt in his mind, but he didn't even know his name. They had just met, and Lance didn't do this anymore.

When he felt the hand at his waist move to rub against his groin, he pulled away from the guy.

"Sorry, man. Too fast?"

Lance scratched at his head before shaking his head. "It's just that..."

"What?" The guy asked as he pulled Lance back to him.

"I don't even know you're name."

The guy laughed. "It's Justin. What's yours?"

"Lance."

"Okay, so we got names out of the way. Anything else?"

"I don't normally do things like this."

As they began to dance together again, Justin rubbed softly on the small of Lance's back. "Like what?"

"Meet some guy, and go off and... you know the whole one night stand thing."

"Oh, yeah, I know. I don't normally do that either."

"Really?"

"Nah. I like waking up with the person. It isn't all about the sex, although that is good too."

"Yeah." Lance reached up and played with the loose curls falling from the back of the bandana. "You're gorgeous, you know that? When I saw you at the bar, I was like there is no way I had a shot."

Justin laughed. "You're pretty hot, too." Justin licked his lips as the music changed.

Lance watched Justin silently before pulling him closer to him. He kissed him softly at first, but when he felt Justin lick at his lips slightly, he moaned opening his mouth and burying his fingers in Justin's curls. As they continued to kiss, Lance could feel Justin's hand rubbing against him. He finally broke the kiss when he realized they were still on the dance floor. He stepped back, as he ran his hand through his hair. He watched as Justin licked his lips again. "Stop doing that."

Justin laughed. "Sorry." Justin stuck his hands in his pockets. "What do you want to do?"

Lance still couldn't believe his luck. He had found this totally hot guy. He knew his chances were that this guy was all talk and was just trying to get laid, but something inside him told him to take a chance. Reaching out his hand, he waited until Justin took it before pulling him through the crowd of people dancing on the dance floor. "Come with me." Lance led him out of the club, and into the parking lot. "Did you drive?"

"Yeah. I'm parked over there," Justin said pointing out an older mustang.

Lance pulled him over to the car, and leaned against the passenger side door. "I'm trying not to let myself think here."

"Why is that?" Justin ran his hands up and down Lance's arms.

"Cause if I think about it, I won't do it. Even though something tells me you're okay."

"Lance, I'm not one of those guys out looking for a quick fuck, and that is it. I don't do that."

Lance nodded. "Okay." He kissed Justin quickly letting his hands make their way into Justin's pockets pulling him closer to him. "I want you, Justin," he whispered when he broke the kiss.

Justin groaned as he lowered his lips thrusting his tongue into Lance's mouth. Lance moaned, but pushed Justin away. "We need to go someplace. We can't do this here."

"Your place?"

Lance nodded his head before kissing Justin one more time. "Let's go."

Lance told Justin how to get to his apartment, and off they went. It didn't take long to get to Lance's. He didn't live far from the club. When they got inside the apartment, Lance threw his keys on the table next to the couch, and made his way into the kitchen. He walked over to refrigerator, and opened it. "You want something to drink?"

Lance looked up as Justin walked over, and pushed the fridge door shut. "I'm not thirsty." Justin pushed Lance up against the refrigerator before lowering his mouth to kiss him. "I want you, Lance," Justin whispered against Lance's lips as his fingers unbuttoned and unzipped Lance's jeans. Lance pressed his palms against the fridge closing his eyes. He licked his lips as felt Justin lower his pants. He toed off his shoes, and stepped out of jeans still keeping his eyes closed. "I saw you standing in the corner of the club you know. I had been watching you, and when I saw you sit next to me at the bar, I knew I had to have you tonight."

Lance moaned softly as felt Justin's hand grab his dick. He opened his eyes to find Justin on his knees before him. "Justin, baby, please."

"Please what?" Justin asked as he stroked him softly.

Lance groaned as he felt Justin's tongue lick at the head of his cock. "Suck me."

"Glady," he whispered as he took Lance into his mouth.

Lance watched Justin still thinking that maybe this wasn't real. That this beautiful boy wasn't on his knees before him, but he knew it was very real. He reached down and grabbed onto Justin's shoulder needing something to help him keep his balance. He could feel his release coming, and knew he wouldn't last much longer. It had been too long since the last time. Crying out, he came, digging his fingers into Justin's shoulder. Slumping against the fridge, he closed his eyes. He felt Justin's lips against his, and he returned the kiss, as he wrapped his arms around Justin's neck. "That was..."

"Incredible," Justin whispered.

"Yeah."

Justin pulled Lance away from the refrigerator. "Let's go to bed." Lance nodded letting Justin lead him down the hall, and into his bedroom. When they got there, Lance ripped off his shirt, and threw it on a pile in the corner. He leaned against the headboard watching as Justin took off his own shirt. Next he reached up and took off the bandana freeing his curls.He stopped and looked down at Lance. "Damn, you're sexy."

Lance blushed. "You're the sexy one here, Justin."

Justin laughed. "Fine, then. We're both sexy." Running his hands through his curls, he sighed. "You know we don't have to do anything else. I'm not going anywhere."

"What are we doing here, Justin?"

Justin sat next to Lance on the bed. "I don't know. It just seems to me that maybe we were supposed to meet each other tonight. I hadn't planned to go out, and yet I went to that club."

"Joey dragged me to it. I hate going to clubs." Lance reached up and ran his fingers through Justin's curls. "So soft," he whispered.

Justin sighed. "I think I already love you."

Lance opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. Instead he pulled Justin closer kissing him. "I feel the same way." Lance touched his forehead to Justin's. "Stay with me tonight."

"I'm not going anywhere, Lance. I think you're stuck with me."

"That's okay with me."

Justin moved off the bed shutting off the light. A minute later he was back in bed crawling beneath bedding. He pulled Lance closer to him with a sigh. "Let's go to sleep."

"But what about you?"

"You'll just have to owe me on that one, babe. I'm sleepy."

Lance chuckled softly as he ran his hand down Justin's back. "Then you get some sleep. Love you."

"Love you, too," Justin mumbled burying his head in Lance's neck. Closing his eyes, Lance smiled. Maybe going to clubs wasn't so bad after all.

The End

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