The music was discordant yet strangely hypnotic. The bass line repeated and repeated, arrowing straight to his groin. He wanted to move, but dancing was merely a prelude.

The club was dark and smoky, the smoke concealing what the shadows couldn't. The air was hot and electric. Partly because the temperature of the club was turned up way too high. Partly because the shadows were alive with writhing bodies whose rhythmic needs ebbed and flowed as satisfaction came…and went.

His eyes, usually a brilliant green, could not be seen as they scanned the darkness. The wall felt solid behind him, its hardness welcoming like a familiar lover. A fine trickle of sweat made its way from a spot in between his shoulderblades to the gentle swell of his buttocks.

He was here. Somewhere. He could feel him.

His nipples peaked sharply in anticipation. His breath caught in his throat as a hand pushed his damp shoulder-length hair off the nape of his neck. Goosebumps pimpled his bare arms as he flattened himself against the wall, his slim but muscular legs spread wide.

"Were you waiting for me?" a husky voice asked rhetorically in his ear. A tongue swiped lovingly along his neck, first licking, then sucking until it raised a welt on his pale, perfect skin.

"Always," he answered with a choked sound that blended with the music. His whole body thrummed in response to the clever fingers that unzipped his jeans.

His hand grabbed the wrist of his seducer. "Here?"

"Here," the voice whispered as lips moved against his skin with delicious certainty.

Fingers dove into the moist thatch that covered his groin and surrounded the base of his cock. He gasped as tremors worked their way up and down his spine.

So close. So close. He had to hold on.

But it was so hard. He was so hard. He could feel him kneeling between his legs, his hands cupping his ass, anchoring him in place for…Jesus! Teeth grazed the tip of his cock. No pain. Just a startling presence, another prel ude to what would undoubtedly set him ablaze.

Sleepy fire crept along the length of his cock, spread by a tongue that coaxed and cajoled him into a hard-on that was almost painful. He jerked, an involuntary reaction that he could no more control than the tapping of his feet to the beat of the music that enveloped them. His cock slid into his lover's mouth and he sighed.

He was home. Where he belonged.

A slender finger probed the crack of his ass, slowly descending until it found the opening it sought. The finger entered him, his snug channel delighting in the sensation of being filled.

"Fuck." It was barely a thread of sound, but it found its way to his lover's ear.

More fingers. More. His ass clenched spasmodically. He threw his arms out, hitting the wall, which now felt oddly cool. His hips thrust with total abandonment, fucking the mouth that tenaciously clung to his cock. He came with a cry, come splattering his unseen lover's face as his mouth was roughly dislodged from its rightful place. "Oh, God."

A tongue delicately lapped at his groin, absorbing his essence and the aftershocks that made his widespread legs tremble in earnest. Once he was clean and tightly zipped back into his jeans, a mouth found his in the dark, pressing hot, sweet kisses upon him.

"You didn't come," he protested.

"Next time," the voice said.

"There's going to be a next time?"

"Oh, yeah."

"When?"

The voice laughed. Teeth nipped and nibbled at his lower lip. "Give me a few minutes."

He ran his hand along the familiar planes of his lover's body, feeling the hardness that pulsed hotly between his fingers in response to his touch.

Soon.

A possessive kiss claimed his mouth, making him feel owned as well as desired. "Love me?"

"Always," he breathed against that mouth he knew as well as his own. "Adam."

"Jazz," his lover responded with equal heat.

The music played on, forgotten. The throb of bodies loving and being loved forged its own backbeat.

The low spark of high-heeled boys.