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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 14, 2009 14:50:24 GMT -5
Friday. It was Markise's favorite day of the week, hands down. Even with Larten around he still looked forward to it. And Larten wasn't with him tonight. He'd only mentioned it once and Larten had seemed interested, but they'd never actually decided to come, and Markise wasn't missing out. He'd just.. not kiss anyone, and it'd be fine. There was nothing wrong with flirting, right?
Unfortunately it wasn't easy to remember his school life when he was here, with the music pulsing around him. He was used to separating the two so completely that he got close a couple times. But only close. He didn't cross the line. Larten was good to him and he didn't want to ruin it.
Still, he accepted a drink or two, and god, did he dance. He'd been in better spirits when he'd walked in the door than he'd been in for the longest time. He'd dressed to the hilt tonight with blue-tipped lavender hair, full makeup, and painstakingly-applied glitter. And he'd had a dance parter before he'd been out of sight of the doors.
He was so glad to be back at Popstarz. He'd heard about the club moving and decided to go back. It really was the best club he'd been to, and the memories were left behind with the old building.
At the moment, Markise was laughing his way back to the dance floor with Robbie, the guy with the tattoos and piercings, and the dyed fire-engine red hair.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 14, 2009 15:52:34 GMT -5
Somewhere during the past months Ariel had began to take some care in his appearance when he came to the clubs. His hair was gelled just enough to keep it around his eyes so it was harder to see the obviousness of the red in his eyes and the dark under them. His light jeans were loosely fitted and faded in areas, and his pale gray shirt fit just right and hung just at the top of his belt.
It was a surprise when he saw the familiar face underneath that lavender hair, but he didn't move from his spot at a booth with a drink in front of him. Ariel watched. He had met the guy Markise was dancing with once before, but not spent much time with him. On the other hand, he hadn't seen Markise since Markise had found out what he had done. He settled back in his chair to watch.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 14, 2009 16:49:41 GMT -5
Markise spun into the dance with a flirtatious half-smile that now and then broke into a grin. He moved like he always moved, as though the beat was all that was keeping him alive. His arms rose with the music, and he tossed his hair as Robbie's hands rode the motion of his hips. God, he loved this, the complete freedom, the relief of pouring himself into something that never failed to give him a natural high.
He hadn't had that much to drink, not this early in the evening, but he'd had enough that he didn't need to think anymore. He closed his eyes, just letting himself feel, giving himself to the experience. He could feel his partner watching him, could feel his breath hovering dangerously close, but he only laughed, refusing to give in. This was a dance, and it wasn't going to be more.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 14, 2009 17:06:54 GMT -5
Ariel watched a few more minutes before finishing his drink and standing. He would love to have just stayed there watching Markise, but he couldn't resist when he saw the way Markise was moving. He moved his way through the crowd, earning alternately approving looks and glares from those that knew and didn't approve of the particular reason he was at the club.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 14, 2009 17:19:33 GMT -5
Markise didn't see Ariel, didn't feel anything but heat and motion. His hands found their way into his hair, ruffling the artfully tousled curls to let some air in, soothing his lightly flushed skin. It wasn't until the song drew to an end and the next began that he opened his eyes, grinning up at his dance partner.
"I owe Mark one, Angel," Robbie said over the music, and Markise nodded. He'd have another partner in no time, so he wasn't worried. Besides, he'd run into the guys sometime later.
"Go on," Markise said, allowing himself the brief pleasure of settling his hands against Robbie's chest. He gave a teasing smile and a light push. "Get out of here, I'm missing out on the song talking to you."
Robbie grinned, and with one last slip of his hand against Markise's waist, turned back into the crowd. Markise brought one hand up to twirl at a soft, lavender curl as he watched the redhead disappear, then started moving again, even before he headed his own way. Another partner would find him soon enough.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 14, 2009 17:35:19 GMT -5
Ariel came up behind Markise after fighting his way through the crowd. His hair shifted to hide his eyes and he shifted into the music, something he had gotten much more practice in the past months. He didn't speak over a dance? that was just barely loud enough to be heard, and only heard because his lips were just beside of Markise's ear. He didn't want Markise to look at him, not yet.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 14, 2009 17:44:12 GMT -5
Heat stole up the back of Markise's body, and that breath at his ear sent a trickle of electricity through him. He only turned his head far enough for the man behind him to see a bit of his teasing smile, then shifted lightly backward in invitation. His blood was running too quickly to bother questioning who his new partner was; if he could dance, Markise was in. He waited for the inevitable contact between them, but moved as though it didn't matter in the least.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 14, 2009 17:58:36 GMT -5
Ariel rested his hands on Markise's hips and brought his body closer. He would take whatever he could until Markise figured it out and tried to leave. He wouldn't force Markise to stay, but Ariel couldn't help wanting to have another chance with him, Markise had been his first male experience. His body immediately remembered what they had done and his heart rate rose.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 14, 2009 18:07:28 GMT -5
This felt dangerous, far beyond the fine line he was already walking by being here without his... without Larten. It was just a dance, though. He reminded himself of that even if those hands felt far too intimate for comfort. Markise had done more suggestive dancing with guys than this and not felt so affected. He was plenty familiar with attraction by now, but this... He closed his eyes and told himself not to think about it. It felt good and he wasn't doing anything wrong. He set thought aside and let himself get lost in the music and motion again.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 14, 2009 18:18:51 GMT -5
Ariel pulled himself closer to where their bodies just brushed against each other. His hands moved forward on Markise's hips and he tilted his head down so he could watch Markise moving. He wanted to speak, to move to the front and kiss Markise, but he couldn't yet, not when he knew Marksie would look at his face. He could kiss Markise without him knowing who it was, he just had to get to that point first. And he knew Markise well enough to get to that point, too.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 14, 2009 18:36:43 GMT -5
Markise wasn't anywhere near that point. He was far too warm, far too affected, but it was still just a dance, if an all-too-thrilling one. It hadn't crossed the line, though it was painfully close. He should have settled his hands on top of those against him to keep them from moving further, but this was why he went out on Friday night, for the adrenaline of pushing every boundary he had and still walking away unscathed. He moved, arching his body with the music, purposefully inciting without returning his unknown partner's touch. It was still distant enough this way. He could tease and tempt, could feel wanted and desired, and it didn't mean anything beyond immediate pleasure.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 15, 2009 0:26:47 GMT -5
Ariel could feel his own reactions boiling up inside him, and he could feel the blood rushing through his veins as he moved his hands further around Markise toward the front of his pants. He dipped his head further, close enough to where Markise would be able to feel the breath on his neck and the light brush of hair against his skin. Ariel wanted more, but he had learned in the past months, and he knew he could wait.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 15, 2009 0:37:19 GMT -5
The pulse of Markise's blood spiked with the intensity of the moment, and his hands lowered, settling on those others now. No. Even through the couple drinks he'd had, Markise could tell that whoever his dance partner was, he was angling toward getting more out of this. Those hands weren't getting any more personal than they were right now, no matter how quickly his heart beat. He kept dancing, but his head shook, warning the guy that he wasn't getting more out of this.
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Post by Ariel Logan Callahan on Feb 15, 2009 0:43:02 GMT -5
Ariel accepted the limitation, though he wondered faintly if Markise would recognize the feel of his hands, or if any old familiar scent would break through the smell of the club. But he had changed much about himself, including what sprays and things he used, so he had that on his side, even if some things never changed. He put more energy into the dance instead, since pushing was momentarily out of the question.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Feb 15, 2009 1:00:52 GMT -5
Markise might have recognized Ariel's hands, might have recognized the feel of him, but he had had a couple drinks, and he was far busier letting go and dancing than giving real thought to his partner's identity. He might have thought about the sensations he was feeling too easily and how the man behind him could possibly find them so effortlessly, but it didn't occur to any part of him that Ariel would be here, let alone paying him any attention.
It would strike him eventually, but for now he didn't want to think, and the guy had stopped pushing. That breath on his neck was still there, though, and distracting. Markise told himself that it was nothing. It felt nice and nothing was happening. He let himself press just a bit further back against his partner in silent thanks for letting him keep his distance elsewhere.
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