Parallel lives [COMPLETE] [BXB]

Chapter 7

Leon greeted a couple of people at the entrance and the three of them went in without paying, apparently the young man was quite well known in the world. Lucas didn't need anyone to tell him that that place was for gays, from the drag queen who attended the checkroom to the name of the club and the music. Lucas hated those places because most of the people who went there had only one intention. His sister looked around fascinated, she loved the music they played in those places, and soon disappeared in the track where they played 80's songs.

Lucas and Leon stayed on the first dance floor, at the end of which was a small stage about 2 meters above the ground, where all the spotlights had been directed at that moment.

"Do you want something to drink," Leon asked the young man in his ear, letting his lips brush the lobe.

Lucas became serious, he pushed him slowly but enough to take him away from his side.

"Stop being such a pain, I don't want to get physical"

Leon gave him an innocent look, Lucas felt like killing him. He was the type who was used to succeed and simply couldn't take no for an answer. He already fell into the arms of someone like that before, and he swore not make the same mistake again.

Strange music caught the attention of everyone on the first runway. The headlights flashed several times and there were some shouts of excitement and whispering from the people there.

"Perfect, it looks like there is a show today," Leon commented.

Lucas looked at him without understanding although he supposed that it was some kind of special performance.

People began to gather in front of the stage to watch the scene. Between the heavy curtains of the improvised stage, emerged a young man wearing only a shiny black leather slip. His gestures and his way of moving were delicate and feline, copper hair fell on both sides of his face, framing a face of fine lines. 

The music began to play, it was a well-known song of the beloved singer in the environment, in a version that he had not heard so far. The young man began to dance, he was really very good at it, his movements were slow, sensual and fluid. His way of shaking his hips was turning on more than one. He was sliding from one side to the other making gestures, provoking nervous giggles among the group of people who were watching him, hypnotized. Halfway through the song, another young man entered the stage wearing a mask, black leather pants and a matching vest, in his right hand he carried a strap of the same material and from the other hand hung a whip.

"Oh"

Lucas looked at him sideways, apparently Leon had been waiting for him to appear. He was engrossed.

The rest of the song raised the temperature of anyone present. The young man had passed the strap around the neck of his young victim while he forced him to lie on the floor, at the same time he danced and played with the whip, he let it slide between his legs, caressing his crotch, undulating his hips provocatively. With one of her hands, he caressed his face, bringing one of his fingers between his suggestive lips, letting his tongue play with it. He looked at his victim and let himself fall on his prey while his hands explore that delicate body, torturing it, provoking gestures of pleasure on the victim's face, then followed by the well known sexual movements, barely touching their bodies to the rhythm of the music, more and more intense.

Lucas was hypnotized looking at that body wrapped in leather, it was simply beautiful, the material highlighted every muscle of his body giving it a forbidden and wild touch at the same time. More than one would have liked to be in the victim's place. The dance was erotic itself but the sensuality of the young dancers gave it a unique touch.

For the closing of the song the young man threw the whip in the air to catch it with his mouth while the other young man lay at his feet with his ass raised as if waiting for his punishment. It was beautiful.

Lucas's breath caught, he had the whole show an image in his mind but only at that moment he accepted to see it.

"Numa?" the name came out in a cracking voice. 

Both dancers greeted the audience and the young man in the leather slip took the microphone to announce that the party was starting. His eyes focused on the young man with dark hair slightly wavy at the ends. It could not be, he felt that the world was disappearing under his feet, it was hard to swallow, looked at him once again: it was him, the golden tone of his skin, that body shaped by sport, his generous lips, he had observed him too many times. He lowered his head, the music was loud, he felt lost.

"I have to get out of here." If he met him there, he would not be able to face it.

"I'm going out for a while," the words seemed to get lost in the air.