He hadn't been back to the club since he moved in with Neil. It was Friday night, which was busier than Saturday night for some reason, and the place was packed to the walls with hot, throbbing young bodies in search of the right man. Or the closest.

He hooked a thumb through the belt loop of his jeans. He felt incredibly self-conscious. Normally used to wearing a suit or something equally elegant, he felt uncomfortable in casual clothes. But the note insisted that he dress in faded blue jeans, tight enough to cup his firm young ass and outline his half-hard cock.

The jeans were so tight, in fact, he could feel the crisp edge of the note, which was folded inside his pocket. An amused smile crossed his face, literally transforming him from someone rather ordinary into someone intriguingly charismatic. His medium brown hair fell into his eyes, temporarily obscuring the beauty there.

The note was Neil's attempt to be mysterious, of course. That was the reason for the smile. Ned had remarked that Neil made him feel safe and secure. It was intended to be a compliment.

But Neil grumbled about becoming stale and predictable.

"You're probably going to leap out of the shadows and pounce on me," Ned muttered under his breath. "Well, that's all fine and good, but don't come crying to me when you put your bloody back out."

"I haven't needed a chiropractor so far," a voice whispered in Ned's ear.

Startled, Ned was the one who jumped, nearly knocking over a waiter with a tray of drinks balanced above his head. "Watch it, sweetie!" the waiter sang out, taking advantage of the opportunity to bump hips with the young Englishman. His frank gaze clearly stripped Ned of what he was wearing. "You *do* look good enough to eat," he purred as he passed.

Ned raised his head and looked directly into the intent blue eyes of his lover. "I can't believe he said that."

"I can," Neil contradicted, seemingly unfazed by the waiter's interest in Ned.

Ned shifted restlessly. "I feel so…conspicuous," he said, pointing to his clothes.

"It's not the clothes, Neddy," Neil breathed, his mouth inches away from taking Ned's. "You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?" The awe in Neil's voice was real, the admiration genuine.

"I'm not," Ned blushed. "But I'm glad you think so."

Neil wanted to kiss him so badly, it hurt. But he willed his rigid erection under control with an almost visible effort. "Every man here wants to sleep with you."

"I don't care about other men." Ned was serious. His smile had faded long ago, leaving in its place a more somber expression. "I want you."

"Lucky me," Neil said in a hoarse whisper. "I get all of your tomorrows."

Unable to resist the lure of that mouth so close to his, Ned kissed Neil, so suddenly that Neil forgot to close his eyes. Then, his dark blue eyes slid shut as his mouth opened, allowing Ned to take advantage. Breaking off the kiss with an audible groan, Ned asked, "What about tonight?"

"I'm still working on tonight."

Ned buried his face against the base of Neil's throat, his tongue lapping none too gently at the cord of his neck. Neil's fingers twined themselves through Ned's thick hair, holding his lover in place as he marked him.

A beefy hand clamped down on Neil's shoulder. "Hey, are you two sposed to be dancing?"

Neil spun around, prepared to tell their intruder to get lost. But one look at the man's incredible size changed his mind. "Excuse me?"

"This area's for dancing only," the bouncer explained. "You want to do anything else, move it off the floor."

Neil nodded wordlessly. Which wasn't easy because Ned picked that same moment to pull his shirt aside and suck his left nipple into his mouth. When Neil couldn't help but gasp at the unexpected pleasure, the bouncer grinned knowingly.

"I know the feeling. Been there once or twice myself." The big man leaned forward to whisper conspiratorially, "If you two want to get down and dirty, I've got the perfect place."

Minutes later, the two men found themselves standing in the middle of a small office overlooking the dance floor. Intended for staff, it was an observation area with one wall completely made of glass. One-way glass. Anyone in the room looking down would see the restless scenery, dancing *and* fucking. Anyone distracted enough to look up would see only the reflection of the colored overhead lights.

Once they relaxed enough to realize that they were utterly alone, despite the writhing current down below, they clung to each other like two magnets, overwhelmingly drawn and impossible to separate.

Neil thrust his arms under Ned's armpits and lifted him onto the desk that dominated the office. Roughly tangling his fingers in Ned's hair, Neil kissed him hard, almost breathless from excitement. Without leaving his lover's mouth, Neil briskly unzipped his jeans and plunged his hands inside.

Ned's whimper was Neil's undoing. He gripped Ned by the hips and bent his head to attend to the bare skin that peeked out of his opened jeans. Swirling his tongue around Ned's navel, he slowly pushed his jeans further down his lover's legs.

Ned's cock bobbed free of the material that had trapped it. Eager to taste him, Neil licked the tip, teasing a bead of pre-come onto his lips. Ned's hips jerked and he watched the rest of his dick disappear into Neil's mouth. His fine tremors turning into fullblown shudders, Ned couldn't think, could only react to the wet heat that enveloped him. "I-I…" His mouth worked, but nothing intelligible came out. Though Ned was often shy, this was one of the few times Neil could remember rendering him speechless.

"Don't come yet," Neil whispered against his cock, the vibrations literally humming up and down its rigid length.

With a sigh that caressed Ned from head to toe, Neil turned him and bent him over the desk. Neil pushed his hands under Ned's shirt, exposing his back for more kisses and hot whispers. Finding the lube in his pocket, Neil popped the cap and poured a small amount into the space at the base of Ned's spine. Dipping a fingertip into the fluid, he traced a cool path down the crack of Ned's ass, avoiding his opening.

When Ned hissed between his teeth and tried to hump the desk, Neil chuckled at the younger man's impatience. "Fuck me, dammit."

Neil parted his buttocks and inserted the tip of one finger. Ned was so close to coming, Neil had to reach around him and gently squeeze the base of his cock. "Not yet."

"What are you waiting for, a bloody engraved invitation?"

Neil shook his head, knowing that Ned couldn't see him. He worked silently, finding that his companion didn't need stretching at all. Ned was in a rare state that bordered on losing control.

And that was exactly where Neil wanted him. "Stale and predictable, eh?"

"I…unh…never said that," Ned groaned. "Said…you make me…feel safe."

"How safe do you feel now, Neddy?" Neil growled in his ear, coating himself with lube.

"You're killing me, Neil. Did I teach you that?" Ned gasped as Neil's cock slid home in one smooth thrust.

Neil grabbed a handful of Ned's hair and tugged. Hard. "I'm going to fuck your ass till you can't walk out of here."

"Promises…promises."

Driven beyond reason, Neil slammed into him with enough force to make him wince under normal circumstances. But these weren't normal circumstances. Ned was hotter than he'd ever been before…and Neil was right behind him.

Ned moaned. Neil was hitting his prostate each and every time. He wanted to come. He wanted it to last. But he really had no choice.

Ned's flanks rippled as Neil surged into him with short, desperate strokes. Neil bit his lover's shoulder, deep enough to bruise, as he came, so hard and so much that wetness trickled down the inside of Ned's thighs. The feeling of that much heat pouring into him all at once pushed Ned over the edge. He spurted into Neil's hands.

Neil lay his head on Ned's back. He could hear his harsh breathing beginning to settle down. Experimentally flexing his hands around Ned's limp cock, he whispered, "I love you, you know."

"I noticed," Ned said with a shy smile. "Are you planning to let go of me anytime soon?"

"No."

"Good. Just checking." Pause. "By the way, I don't think I can walk," Ned said softly, feeling his muscles protest as he tried to change position.

"Good," Neil said, echoing his lover.

"Neil?"

The quavering note in Ned's voice made Neil frown. He cupped his hand under Ned's chin and gently turned his head. "What?"

Ned's eyes looked unfathomably dark in the dim light. "It doesn't matter to me who else might be out there," he gestured towards the dance floor below them. "It never mattered."

"I chose *you*."

"Neddy…" There were no words to respond to that.

So Neil kissed him. With all the love he had in his heart.

Cause that was just the way it had to be.

End