For the first time
in months, Nikolas had at least the illusion of privacy here at the club. The
only sounds and smells he’d have to endure were his or his chosen sub for a few
hours. It was a minuscule improvement in the grotesque melodrama his life had
become, and he was grateful for it.
Here, he thought
he wouldn’t have to guard himself so rigidly against the emotions that kept
sweeping over him. Nikolas looked down at the gorgeous man with the black hair
and…was that a purple streak? smiling up at him expectantly with lips begging to
be kissed. Nikolas had to admit that the eyes staring at him were captivating,
a bright brown with flecks of green, lined with color. Was the liner purple
too? Nikolas was partially stunned, but
captivated by the younger man. He could get lost in… All that just changed in a
split second. He was already lost.
Peering up at him
through the dark shagged bangs that covered his eyes, Kyler brushed a few stray
strands from his face. "It seems we got off on the wrong foot. I’m Kyler.
And you are?" He reached up, hand open, for a handshake.
Nikolas, avoiding
his outstretched hand, just stared. "Not, your Master,” he replied with a
mild amusement that failed to disguise his distrust of this farce.
“Your eyes are
like precious green emeralds full of suspicion.”
“Do what?” He
backed away a bit when the black haired guy, or was it really black, Nikolas
couldn’t be sure, began laughing. Not a full out belly laugh, but a laugh
nonetheless. No one laughed around him like this. What an odd little guy.
"Your name is
Nikolas."
Nikolas nodded his
head once in acknowledgement.
"So you see,
Master Nikolas." Kyler motioned to him. "I’m Kyler." He motioned
to himself. "Confusion over."
Looking around
them, Nikolas’s eyes darted in different directions as he began scanning their
surroundings. “I get it now…This is some fucked up joke and I’m on candid
camera or is it that show: Punked?”
"I can assure
you it’s neither. I doubt anyone's near dumb enough to trip over someone’s foot
in this place other than me." He shrugged. The corner of his mouth tugged
up, revealing a small dimple. Kyler moved his ankle and hissed. “Ouch, it hurts
all the way up my leg. That was a stupid move.”
Hands came to rest
on Nikolas’s shoulders then snaked over broad shoulders to wrap around his neck
from behind. He looked up with a jerk.
Stevie smiled down
at him.
Nikolas started to
stand, but the arms wouldn’t budge, then the other man’s chest pressed to his
back, “Oooh my big, tough Master Nikolas. Don’t get up. It’s not every day I
get to be on top. So, where have you been and how did you slip by the front
desk without me seeing you?”
“Hello, Stevie.
You knew I’d be here tonight.” Those well manicured and painted pink nails on
him. Stevie wasn’t just the cream of the cream with flamboyance; he was the top
of the crop. Long brown hair to his shoulders was brushed to a glossy shine. A
cutoff tank top revealed a pierced belly button adorned with a diamond which
sparkled like his witty charm, and was matched to the tightest little mini
skirt this side of Toronto. The
outfit was topped off with purple shiny leather boots, which rode high up to
reach mid thigh. A nice little package, if that would have been Nikolas’s
thing, but if he’d wanted a chick, he would have remained straight. Many women had
proposed their intension over the years, but the sexual appeal just didn’t
hold. He just didn’t swing that way. They are great to have as friends, but not
as sexually long-term partners. But who was he trying to kid? He found this
more than appealing on Kyler. The whole attire suited the guy and still left
most of it to the imagination. He was doomed already.
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