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Blacklight: Girls' Night

Posted on Fri Feb 21st, 2014 @ 11:08pm by Unawakened Jana Rotherbridge

Date: March 21st, 2010
Time: 9:00 pm
Location: Lake Texoma, one hour outside Dallas, Texas

Gabe parted from Jana after Cole found his friends, looking back at her as he went. He hated leaving her to be with his friends. She was always so alone, and part of it wasn’t even her fault. It was Bridget and her drama. And her conceit when she actually tried to make a play for him. As if he would be interested even if he wasn’t gay.

Jana made it clear he wasn’t to sacrifice his social life for her, though, so he went to his good friends Pete, Chris, Wes and Jose. Tommy might join them later, when he wasn’t playing host.

Pete grasped his hand once he was in range, and Gabe smiled, giving him a one armed hug. “Hey big guy, glad you could make it,” he said, smiling. Pete was Asian, and already in just his swim trunks, in a color of beige that was not neon.

Gabe grinned back. “Good to be here,” he said, inwardly cursing his printer. Printing off the report had taken a little longer than he’d thought, and he managed not to murder not only the printer, but his vlogging equipment in his haste to get out the door before Jana carried out her threat to leave without him.

He looked down at Pete’s attire. “Dude,” he said. He motioned to his own trunks. “Glow party.”

Pete looked sheepish. “Oh, man, don’t start. These guys just got done razzing me about it.”

Wes, a tall black boy who as a head or more taller than even Gabe, rested an arm on Pete’s head. “Yeah, it was razza-matastic,” he said, feigning an examination of his nails on his other hand. “Should have been there, man.” Wes wore neon red swim trunks, probably custom-made. He never found clothing that fit him.

Pete looked resigned. At 5’10”, he was the shortest in the group.

Gabe chuckled and shook Wes’ hand. Then he greeted Chris, the Native American among them. Still would not tell them which tribe. He was known for saying, “If you don’t know, I’m not saying.” Probably more out of being annoyed at the constant question than because he honestly expected people to be able to tell.

Jose was the last one he shook hands with. He called himself ‘the token Hispanic’, with his olive complexion and dark hair and eyes. He was wearing white trunks, as opposed to the sky blue ones Chris wore. He was the group Lothario, though it was more of a running joke than that he was that popular with the ladies.

“Hey, Gabe,” said Jose, pulling him in for a consult. “Man, we should do search and destroy. You with the guys, me with the chicas, and we’ll leave no one standing, si?” He said all of this with a grin.

Gabe chuckled. “Why not?” he asked, doing a complicated clasp that jose had taught him while they'd been warming the bench together. He saw movement out of the corner of his eye and looked. He had to restrain his grin.

Trevor was walking through the pool area. he was fit, if not buff, and he was getting a lot of female attention. He’d mastered the casual flirt, and was returning some of the attention for show. He smiled at Gabe as if he just saw him. “Hey, Gabe,” he said, getting into a kind of clasp with him that was almost a hug. As close as they could get in public, anyway.

“Hey, Trev,” he said. “Getting the ladies, I see.”

Trevor blushed. “Helps when you’re smart,” he said.

Jose moved forward and put his arm around Trevor. “Man, if you ever need the hook up, I’ve got the goods. Plenty of single ladies would want to get with this,” he told him, motioning down a body that was encased in a white t-shirt and neon yellow trunks.

The next few moments were a whirlwind, as a group of girls descended on them and suddenly, Gabe and Trevor were left to themselves.

Trevor blinked. “What was that?”

Gabe looked. “I think they got kidnapped.” he watched as his four friends, all bare-chested, were each led off by a girl.

Trevor tipped his head to the side. “Why didn’t they grab us?”

Gabe chuckled. “We’re still wearing shirts,” he said. Then he noticed the room emptying out. “I think pool time is over.”

Trevor chuckled. “Guess you’re right. Let’s go, running might mean we avoid the paint squad.”

Gabe laughed, then left the room with him. It was hard not to reach out for Trevor’s hand. Put his arm around him. Escort him off to the dance floor. Conducting a relationship in private was hard. But Trevor would be 18 soon, and then they could be open.

It could not come soon enough.

The large living room, now the main dance floor, was already crowded when they got there. Somehow, in the surge of bodies and day-glo paint, they were able to stay near each other, if not necessarily close.

The DJ played some classic dance music, but soon, he were playing Lady Gaga’s “Bad Romance” as they danced. Trevor was a few people away.

“‘Cause you’re a criminal as long as you’re mine…”

Gabe hated lying to his family. he wanted so badly to share his love for Trevor with Jana and Cole, and have them be so happy for him, as he knew they would be. Keeping Trevor a secret made him feel guilty all the time, and he hated it.

He looked over at Trevor as “Don’t Cha” by The Pussycat Dolls came on. It was strange to see a girl dancing up on him. When she wasn’t looking, Trevor looked at him. Gabe nodded. So Trevor, Bible scholar, let the girl grind up on him. And Gabe did some sexy moves of his own, well on his way to humping the air, grinding against an imaginary partner...

“Don’t you wish your girlfriend was hot like me…”

He heard Trevor groan, a sound that never failed to turn him on, and he knew that his boyfriend definitely wished it was him and not the (admittedly hot) girl who was grinding against him right now.

Gabe was surprised by the hand that came down on his shoulder as “Single Ladies” came on. he looked, and it was a luscious redhead. She smiled up at him. “Big guy like you shouldn’t be alone,” she said, pressing herself against him. She went up on her toes and he felt her nibble his ear. He imagined it was Trevor and murmured, his arm going around her. he heard her murmur back, and he was ready to do his own little dance for Trevor’s benefit.

Making sure they stayed in the exact place she found him, he let his hands move, pretending he was touching Trevor as he bumped and ground with his partner.

“Say I’m the one you want…”

He wanted Trevor. Badly. And tried not to feel guilty when the girl he danced with moaned. They were, after all, dancing dirty. And she had to know he wasn’t really interested.

When Pink came on, Gabe knew he was as the song said. Trouble. The girl had no hesitation in shimmying against him, back against his front. A quick glance told him that Trevor’s partner was doing the same, but turned around. They really shouldn’t be allowing this, but as long as it remained harmless fun…

“You tried to take me/But I knew all along…”

This was the naughtiest thing he’d ever done..

By the time ‘Strut’ by Kestral came on, he was lost in the dance, and the girl he now knew as Brandy (after discretely asking for her name) followed his lead every step of the way. Occasional looks told him he owned Trevor’s attention. He loved watching his partner dance.

“You’ve got something to say/Your hands are tied/Open your mouth, open it wide/Let the freedom begin…”

That’s what he wanted. Freedom.

He slinked down Brandy’s form, letting her take off his shirt, and watched as she put it on. he had to admit, it was understandable why some men would find her hot. And how she looked like she wore nothing underneath it. he chuckled, sliding back up to lean over to her ear. “Gonna need that back.”

Brandy giggled. “Later,” she said. “I’ll take good care of it, I promise.” They finished out the dance with him dipping her, with her legs around his waist. When he brought her back up, she was grinning. “Let me down,” she said.

Gabe nodded, doing as she said, then blinked as she took his hand and started pulling. He looked at Trevor, and saw that his partner was doing the same. “Where are we going?” he asked.

Brandy chuckled. “Not where I’d like to go, but I know better than to open a door locked to me. In here.” He found himself pulled into a powder room.

Gabe came out of the room a little while later covered in suggestive glow paint that showed how much the girls liked his muscles. All of them. He was also sure he was not getting his shirt back tonight.

He didn’t even want to think about the smiley face drawn on his belly with an arrow pointing below his waistband.

He caught sight of Trevor, Obviously the girls he’d been nabbed by liked his muscles, too. The kiss imprints -- that Gabe hadn't expected. Lucky for Trevor, they weren't too close to his waistband. Apparently, a lot of girls were stocked up on neon lipstick tonight.

"Hey," Gabe said, keeping it light. "Got mobbed, huh?"

"Yeah," said Trevor, looking at his arms. He blushed over the kiss imprints after looking at them closely.

"What you get for being a tutor," he teased, putting a hand on his shoulder. Then he looked past Trevor and froze.

"What?" Trevor followed his gaze, letting Gabe's hand fall off his shoulder as he turned around.

"Is that Cole?" asked Gabe, the wildly gyrating figure barely recognizable.

"I think so," said Trevor. "He's dancing. Badly."

"That's because he can't dance," said Gabe grimly. He went to intercept his brother, who was moving along the dance floor to Justin Timberlake’s “Sexyback”, threatening to take out other dancers with his movements. "Cole!"

“I’m bringin’ sexy back!”

Gabe managed to finally grab his brother and pull him off the dance floor. “Cole, are you high!?!” He stopped next to Trevor and pushed back his hair. He could easily feel that he was running a temperature, and when his boyfriend gasped and pointed, he also saw his brother’s eyes. The pupils were definitely blown. “Oh, my G*d, you are!”

“No, I’m not!” Cole protested. “Ddin’t eat or dreink anything, like you said. Just my water.” His words were slightly slurred.

Gabe sighed. “We’ll talk more later.” he reached down and pulled Cole’s phone out of his pocket.

“What are you doing?” asked Trevor. “You’ll never hear anything in here, and it’s raining cats and dogs right about now.”

“We downloaded a GPS app onto his phone, so that he can always find us if he needs us.” Gabe put in the pattern on Cole’s phone and went into his apps. “I think it’s time to find big sister.”

 

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