Midnight City ;;
Jonah likes to think that he’s rather open to new experiences. He plans on bungee jumping someday (soon, hopefully), skydiving, cliff-diving, all of those cliché daredevils stunts — the whole lot. Apparently, his horizons are not as broad as he’d like to think, because this? This definitely isn’t his scene. Jonah’s never been much of a club-goer to begin with. He’s not a fan of strobe lights blinding him, or poor remixes of songs that are stupid to begin with — and maybe he’s a little bit of a dirty hipster, but he can’t help his taste. Despite that, he thinks that surely, the main reason is because he’s watching Christian dancing nearly naked above his head.
It’s not that Jonah’s got a problem with Christian’s job — except maybe he does a little bit. Not in the way that he’s ashamed, or that he thinks what Christian does is degrading, but he can’t repress the sharp bite of possessiveness that courses through his bloodstream when he catches sight of another club patron paying particularly close attention to his — whatever they are. It’s not like he can blame them, Christian is mesmerizing in the way that he’s got Jonah almost completely hypnotized, too. His hips move deliciously from side to side, and Jonah understands why half of the men in the room have got their eyes trained on him, but just because he understands it doesn’t mean he likes it. Not at all.
Some time passes before Jonah spots Christian making his way toward him and he stands to his full height, eager to get the smaller boy in his arms. He frowns when the moment is put on pause, by some entitled jerk who thinks he can touch people as he pleases. Jonah’s so focused on narrowing his eyes at the lad Christian left behind, he doesn’t even notice he’s there until a tiny body is being thrown at him. Jonah doesn’t care that Christian’s covered in glitter — he holds him tightly against his chest, and maybe it’s a little territorial, the way he dips his head to kiss Christian for all of these men to see. “Hey, gorgeous,” he replies happily, delighted that Christian’s off work and he’s got him to himself the rest of the night. “You look beautiful up there,” he murmurs next o his ear, pressing a quick kiss to his temple before giving his hand a light squeeze. “Do I get a tour of your workplace, or would you have to kill me if I see what it’s like behind-the-scenes?”
The second those lips press against his own, he knows he's really gonna hear it from his boss. He likes the boys to appear available, some of the other dancers going as far as to please the patrons in ways Christian never felt comfortable. He loves sex, a bit too much, but there is something about getting paid to do it that strikes him the wrong way. If he wants to kiss this boy in the middle of the club, he's gonna do it, and he can't give two shits what the guys around them have to say about it. They should be lucky to even get to witness two men, as hot as they were, making out. Even if it feels a little possessive, Christian still likes it all the same. "Tryin' ta make me swoon in public, are ya?" He's grinning at the boy so widely it almost makes his face hurt, but he's happy. Truly happy. It's not really something he's used to, but it makes his head spin and his heart thump roughly against his chest, and it's nice.
"I can show ya around the back if ya want, love. It's just a bunch of queer boys, feather boas and body glitter by the gallons," he calls back over his shoulder as he starts to lead him through the crowd. He can feel eyes on him, but it's not in the way he's used to, when he's half naked and gyrating up on stage. It's like he fan feel jealousy burning through some of those gazes, and hell, they should be jealous. Jonah is kind of his, and no one else really gets to say that. The first place he takes him to is the dressing rooms, because that's all that's really worth seeing back there, aside from the rooms where people have a habit of hooking up. They tend to be filthy though, and not cleaned nearly enough for his liking. Some boys will drop down to their knees to suck a dick anywhere though. "This is where I get all dolled up, or as I like to say, where the magic happens. This is all there really is to it though. I'd take you to see the other rooms, but unless you're in the mood for some live action porn I'd stay away."













