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Not So Innocent	By : Chris Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Orgy Views: 1671 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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CHAPTER THREE

Joaquin couldn’t remember the club ever being this loud before. It was awash in bright colours and sounds, music echointointo the street even through the semi-closed doors. One of those faceless d.j.’s remixes of a popular song hit his ears as soon as he entered. The crush of bodies started before they even got in the club, and inside was no better, but at least he had Jay to direct him where to go, though he wasn’t sure that was even a good idea. He knew where things were, but in this sonic noise, everything seemed out of place, somehow.

The reason he liked this club was because he wasn’t bothered here, and could usually dance to his heart’s content without being hassled. The place was usually packed with patrons not much older than he was, so they were cool enough to leave him alone.

Jay was moving him through the main crush, which was where he liked to get lost the most. He knew he was being a brat, but he wanted to dance, and he had the feeling that this Jay was trying to get hi mee meet someone, and he damn sure wasn’t in the mood for that. With a wicked grin, he slipped his hand from his and fell back, falling into the crowd as a hardcore mix of Moby’s ‘BodyRock’ came on. He began dancing, losing himself in the sounds as the song melded into another Moby cut called ‘Machete’. His body twisted and swung, enveloped by the sounds, his hair shifting and shimmying under the lights.

How anyone could think that one was innocent astounded Jay. He’d felt it when he released his hand as sure as he’d feel nails on his face. That didn’t bother him. He knew he’d pull something like that from the start. It didn’t matter, he could see him from where was going.

He stepped into the elevator, lowered the gate and pressed the button up. The ancient lift rose slowly, shafts of light flashing through the grates, painting his face. He looked across the mass of bodies, not really expecting to actually find him. After all, how people out there looked like him? Far too many to count. The lift stopped, and he tugged open the gate, stepping out to a platform three levels above the dancefloor. This platform area like the two below it, was teeming with writhing bodies, the smell of sex and too many drugs coming from the skins of the dancers. He weaved through them, ignoring trailing hands and whispered invitations. He opened a door and stepped in, then closed it. A dark head turned to him, then glanced over at a clock and said, “Not like you to be late, Jay.” His voice was just this side of masculine, barely- it held a childlike quality to it, although nothing else about the man could be said to be childlike.

“I have my reasons,” he said, walking towards the man. He sat down on the edge of the desk where the other sat and said, “Guess who I brought?”

“Surprise me.”

“The poet.”

The man was thrown for a second, then it slowly filtered through to him. “Really? Where is he, then?”

Jay nodded back out the window that overlooked the dancefloor, and said with a grin, “He ditched me to dance with the pretty ones.”

He laughed. “You knew he’d do that.”

“Of course.”

The man stood up- he was shorter than Jay was, but built more solid, like a good stiff wind wouldn’t knock him over like it would Jay. His eyes, rounded and wide, also had a bit of the feline in them, that slant. He smiled, and they slitted further, narrowing into midnight blue slivers. He wore far more makeup than one expected- his eyes were lined heavily with dark eyeliner, a glitter lipgloss staining his full lips. He too wore various silver rings on his thicker but no less attractive fingers. He was clothed in black leathers, a black clinging longsleeved shirt and biker boots, his hair a mass of dark spikes framing a pale face.

“Is he much like you told me he was?,” the shorter man said, stepping towards the windows and looking out.

“Exactly.” Jay slid behind him and said softly, “Would I steer you wrong?”

A chuckle. “You want me to answer that, Jay?”

He laughed a little. “One fuck up in all these years, and you still won’t let me forget it?” He put his hands on his shoulders and lowered his mouth to his ear, saying, “Forgive and forget, darling Paige.”

Paige chuckled. “When I see him, I will. Not until .”
.”

“You’re a hard man, Paige Haley.”

He turned to face Jay, staring at him with something like intense fire in his eyes. “I want to see him, Jay. Show him and we’ll discuss….” He trailed off, lowering his eyes to Jay’s waist slowly, then raising them, a wild gleam in them, then finished, “Forgiveness, dear love.” He smiled slowly and ran the fingers of his right hand down over Jay’s chest. “And you know I can be very accomadating, don’t you?”

Jay’s eyes burned into his. “You know what? Don’t feel much like forgiveness. How about I just add to the list?”

Paige chuckled. “As you always do.” His other hand slid around Jay’s neck and pulled him into an intense kiss, tongue fighting to open his lips, as the right hand gripped his left hip. Jay grabbed his waist and pulled him in tighter, his groin pressed against his stomach. He was already starting to harden.

The kisses grew harder, deeper. Jay pressed Paige against the glass, shifting on top of him. Paige moaned and pulled from his mouth, kisses trailing down the side of his face and jawline to his neck, where he nipped at him. Jay’s fingers moved from his waist and began undoing his leathers, pulling them away from Paige’s warm skin, easing them to his ankles. Paige shifted and pulled him in harder. Jay moaned, then began working to free himself from his own leathers.

Fumbles….rustles of clothing in the office silence, soft moans punctuated by the throbbing industrial music coming through the thick glass and door. Fingers found skin, hardness, flesh….. Jay stood between his open legs and Paige gasped as Jay opened him with long fingers, stretching and filling him, making him bite down on his skin.

“Fuck,” Jay hissed. “Tease….” His fingers went deeper. Paige moaned.

“Damn it, Jay,” he growled, “Fuck me…”

Jay moved his fingers in and out harder, increasing Paige’s frustration and want. His cock was pressed hard against Paige’s, hot and throbbing painfully. He wanted to fuck him as much as Paige wanted him to, maybe more. Finally, Jay eased out his fingers and , after stroking his cock enough to lubricate it with his precome, he eased his fingers back around to Paige’s tightness, coating him. Paige sighed against his skin, sucking harder, and Jay eased inside of him.

“Jay,” he whispered, “Fuck me, damn it….”

Jay slid in without another word, inching deeper….deeper… feeling Paige’s muscles tighten around him as he sank inside of him. Paige moaned, his head falling back against the glass. Jay began moving in and out of him slower, then faster, then slower again, his legs around his around his waist.

“Is…this how….you’re…gonna…fuck him…Jay?,” Paige panted as Jay pummeled him.

“Yeah,” he gasped, going harder. “Gonna….take him…home…and fuck him….make him think it…was….” A moan from Paige. “His….**fuck*…. First….time…. make him….oh FUCK, Paige….”

Paige’s thighs held him in tighter, “That’s it, baby,” he murmured, “That’s it…..” His hands slid to his hair, tightening roughly. “Gonna fuck him….good, huh?”

Jay moaned. “SHIT…….oh fuck…..yeah…yeah….like it….it was….his…first time….” Jay moved faster, his climax rushing though him. “Make him…fucking…come…..”

Paige cried out, “Yes…..harder…harder, Jay….fuck me…like….you…wanna…fuck him…” He rode his cock roughly, the head sliding over his prostate over and over. “**Fuck*, Jay…”

Jay couldn’t hold back. “Shit….mother….**fucker*,” He gasped out as it hit him full force, slamming into Paige and spilling his climax deep into him, making Paige’s cock-stroked by the friction of his stomach- explode between them, hot and sticky. They rode down the wave, the motions easing, the panting slowing and fading into soft gasps. Jay buried his had in Paige’s neck, as the shorter man squirmed and sighed.

“Jay,” he whispered, breathing loudly. “You know…that’s **another* thing you’ll…have to be forgiven…for…”

Jay chuckled, then raised his head slowly. Paige’s eyes were glittering and vibrant, and small smile of release ghosted over his lips.

“Hmm, you make it sound…like punishment,” he sad with a grin.

Paige chuckled. “It could be.” He loosened his fingers and stroked his scalp, saying, “A true innocent?”

Jay nodded.

“In every way?”

He nodded again.

Paige smiled, one similar to Jay’s from earlier. “Who will be the lucky one of us to pluck this cherry?”

“Could be the both of us.”

Paige relaxed his legs around his waist. “You think he’s ever been with a man before?”

Jay shook his head. “Not many women either. He only drinks rarely, doesn’t even smoke, never tried E or grass. He’s as pure as you can be in this town. No P.A., no diva antics, only the odd party or two, and clubbing.”

Paige sighed. “Is he fucking real, Jay?”

“I wonder that myself.”

“An innocent…in L.A. Unreal. He must be a mo

“Damn near.”

“Well….if anyone can make him go from a monk to a slut…. We can.”

Jay grinned. “I love your mind.”

“Thanks,” Paige said, smiling, then kissed him again.

It was almost too easy.
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