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The David and James Story	By : Cinnamon Category: Casts RPF > Angel Views: 3767 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The David and James Story

Pairing: David/James

Rating: NC 17

Author: You think anyone’s gonna actually admit to writing this shit?

Disclaimer: No infringement of copyright is intended. You know who the characters belong to.

This is AU. The people involved would never behave like this in real life.

Chapter 16

Friday night and Saturday morning

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It was nearly one by the time the car had dropped David at his apartment but he was too restless to sleep at the moment having expected to be up until dawn. He paced the apartment, wondering what to do with himself. What he felt like doing was drowning his sorrows. He glanced at his watch. He couldn’t very well ring Christian at this hour and, depressed though he was, he didn’t really want to drink alone. On the other hand, if he stayed home he might end up doing just that. Maybe if he took a shower he’d feel like sleeping…

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The shower hadn’t helped. Remembering the shower he’d shared with James had merely served to remind him what they might have had if only he hadn’t blown it or had he been stupid to think James would ever really want him in the first place? It had been a fantasy for too long; he’d been blind to the reality of the situation: James was straight. Their night together had been nothing more than an adolescent experiment on James’s part - twenty years too late but an experiment nonetheless.

James may be straight but David now knew for sure he wasn’t. The question was, what was he going to do about it? He’d never had the courage to actually seek out a little same sex companionship before. Maybe now he did. He slipped on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans, grabbed his keys and headed out the door remembering when he stepped onto the sidewalk that his car was back at the studio. Fuck, he’d have to take a cab…

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It was late when James got home. Normally on a Friday night he’d have taken a long bath and gone straight to bed to catch up on the sleep he’d missed in the week with all those early morning calls. Tonight though he had too many thoughts plaguing him to be able to sleep. They’d likely keep him awake all night.

He longed to see David. He’d contemplated taking a drive up to the cemetery to try and catch him between takes - they’d be there for hours yet - but he knew that wouldn’t go down well with Sarah if his visit caused too much of a distraction, as it surely would, assuming he found the courage to tell David just what was on his mind.

Fuck! Why hadn’t he left a message on David’s machine or even a note in his trailer? Of course, either involved a certain amount of risk and he hadn’t wanted to do anything which might damage David’s career. The guy was gonna make it big one day, provided his sexuality was kept under wraps. Reveal he was gay and he could forget Hollywood. He’d be forever doomed to European art house movies and indies or even have to forget the silver screen altogether in favour of the theatre and somehow James didn’t think theatre was David’s forte. His fortune lay in his face. It had leading man written all over it. He was too good looking not to be on the big screen.

James cringed as he remembered the note he’d left that morning. “It was nice” - what kind of a compliment was that? It hadn’t been nice. It had been incredible… amazing… wonderful… special. In fact, it had been the best thing that had ever happened to him. Why the fuck hadn’t he been able to say so? Of course, he knew the answer to that one as well: fear of rejection. Hell, after everything he’d been through in the past eighteen months he could be the poster boy for rejection!

But if he didn’t tell David how he felt about him then what next? And how did he feel about him, exactly? Their night together had been amazing. There were no two ways about it but was it David or simply being with another man? Had he been gay all along but just hadn’t realised it until now? How could he have been gay though? After all, he’d been married for over ten years. That had to mean something, didn’t it? Yeah, and he knew exactly what: he’d been living a lie for ten years. Why had she married him if she didn’t love him and why had she stayed with him? He knew he knew the answer, deep in his heart. He just couldn’t admit it yet. Maybe one day…

Sex with David had been unbelievable. Could it be that good with someone else? With another man? One way to find out…

He got dressed, in black jeans and t-shirt - it worked for Spike, maybe it would work for him too - grabbed his keys and headed out the door.

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David’s cab pulled up outside an Italian restaurant. He paid the driver, waited until he’d driven off and then crossed the road and turned the corner until he found himself standing in front of an inconspicuous looking doorway. Inconspicuous except for the 220 lb gorilla standing outside. David smiled at the bouncer and was allowed inside. He blinked as his eyes adjusted to the lighting. The two scantily clad dancers on the podium were illuminated by spotlights, the colours changing every few seconds. Roving spotlights swept over the dance area. The bar area was bathed in a soft pink neon glow. Electric candles flickered on the tables in the booths at the edge of the bar. Couples were making out in dark corners, and not so dark corners, he noticed as he made his way toward the bar.

The surroundings weren’t exactly unfamiliar to David. He’d been here several times over the past few months but only to watch, never to sample the goods on display and on display they surely were. He looked around in silent appreciation of the amount of flesh - male flesh - exposed for all to see on the dance floor. He’d never ventured into the back room but he imagined there’d be even more interesting sights inside. He’d get himself a beer first and then maybe take a look…

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James had no idea where he was going. He didn’t drink so hanging out in bars wasn’t something he was accustomed to. He’d parked his car in what looked like a reasonably safe spot, not that he seriously expected anyone to want to steal a fifteen year old Nova, and had started walking along the street when four guys making their way along the other side caught his attention. They were unmistakably gay. One was dressed outrageously in skin-tight pink pants and an orange shirt, open almost to the waist, with a lime green feather boa draped loosely around his neck. His gait alone was enough to give him away even without the clothes. Two of the others had their arms linked and were openly groping each other as they walked along the stre The The fourth was slim with bleached hair, not unlike James’ own. He watched and waited to see where they were headed.

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David looked up from his beer and did a double take as he caught sight of a blond head on the dance floor. For a moment he’d thought it was James. He breathed a sigh of relief as the guy turned around and he could see his fears were unfounded. The guy was taller than James ae wae wasn’t bad looking. He moved well too. It wouldn’t hurt to take a closer look…

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“Hey, Simon, that guy’s checking you out,” the blond guy’s flamboyant friend mouthed to him. He positioned himself out of line of sight and gestured toward the bar, where David sat perched on ool.ool.

Simon lifted up one end of hrienriend’s feather boa and peered under it.

“Ooo, he’s a real hunk. I think I may just get myself a taste,” he said, ogling David.

The hunk was staring at him.

The friend turned around for another look.

“He’s coming over! Good luck, Sweetie! I’ll make myself scarce.”

Simon’s friend hurried off in the direction of the men’s room. Simon smiled at David as he approached.

“Hey!” David said. “Would you like to dance?”

“Thought you’d never ask,” Simon giggled.

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The four guys had gone into what James assumed must be a club although it wasn’t at all obvious what kind of establishment it was. He’d waited until a couple of other men, also gay, had entered and then started toward the door, hesitating when he got within a few feet of the entrance. He looked up at the sign over the door: The Pink Leopard. As he stood there, someone brushed past him and greeted the doorman who let him in. James realised the doorman was holding the door ajar for him.

“You comin’ in or not, Buddy?” the doorman asked.

James nodded and hurried up the steps and through the door. He paused just inside the door unsure what to do next suddenly remembering that he didn’t dance and he didn’t drink. He wondered what he was doing here at all. Perhaps he should just go home again. This wasn’t such a good idea after all.

“Can I buy you a drink?” he heard a voice ask. He jumped as he realised someone was standing beside him. The guy was smiling at him. He was tall - almost as tall as David - with broad shoulders and a lean but muscular frame. His hair was chestnut in colour, carefully styled to sst hst he’d just got out of bed. His hazel eyes sparkled as he smiled. He was dressed in tight jeans which left nothing to the imagination and a black tank top. A thin sheen of perspiration covered his biceps. He looked like he worked out. A lot. His body was perfect.

James swallowed nervously.

“Don’t look so terrified,” the guy continued.

James’s attention was drawn to the guy’s mouth. He stared at those sensuous lips. Oh, O! The lips were moving again.

“I won’t bite…”

James tried to smile. Part of him wanted to taste those lips but mostly he wanted to run.

“… unless that’s what turns you on.”

The guy had slipped an arm around James’s shoulders and was leading him toward the bar.

“I’m Gary and you are?” the guy asked, his mouth brushing James’ ear as he spoke.

“Er… James.”

“First time here?” Gary asked.

James nodded.

“I thought so.”

They’d reached the bar. Gary hopped up onto a stool and James did likewise.

“What can I get you?”

“Er… Red Bull,” James replied, hoping he wasn’t going to make a fool of himself with such a choice. “Have to drive home,” he added. Gary wasn’t laughing so maybe he’d bought the excuse.

As Gary spoke to the bar tender James started to look around, trying to take in everything that was happening. It was hard to see with all the flashing lights and the music was far louder than he’d have liked. He hadn’t been in a place like this since college. The music was good though. It made him want to get up and dance even though he didn’t.

“Let’s sit down,” Gary said, handing James his drink and leading him toward a boohat hat had just become vacant.

James took a long draught of his drink and sat down beside Gary.

The arm was back on his shoulders again. James could feel a hand caressing his neck. With the fingertips of his other hand Gary began to trace the contours of James’s cheekbones.

“You’re beautifulmes.mes.”

James laughed. The very idea was ridiculous although, now he thought about it, Gary was the second person in less than a week to tell him that.

“I mean it,” Gary said. “And you’re hot…”

James felt a hand on his thigh. How many hands did this guy have?

Gary was moving closer. He was going to kiss him. James started to panic and grabbed his drink again. He took a sip and Gary gently but firmly took the glass from his hand and placed it back on the table. Gary’s mouth opened and James watched as the tip of his tongue touched his upper lip. He was moving toward him again. One kiss couldn’t hurt, could it?

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