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🏳️🌈 Rock Hudson’s Parties, Chapter 3 (Jadore/Biadore) - Imafuckinglibra
Summary: A fresh faced young man gets off a bus in New York to move in with an estranged college friend, now a broadway star. Old flames flare up again but are potentially derailed when an older man’s temptations threaten to come between them.
Fair Warning : Nothing! This chapter is just a good time and we’re all happy and enjoying some uh…bonding time…hehe
“Who knew a C-list celebrity would have to go out THIS much,” Danny fussed into his cocktail the following Wednesday night. “Why, I’m missing I’ve Got a Secret.”
He put his glass down, examined the area around him and realized that yet again, nobody at the table had been paying attention to him.
He felt the corners of his mouth twisting into a pout, but he knew if he let it show he’d just be giving in to those same feelings of inadequacy he did in Azusa.
‘You’re better now,’ he reminded himself.
“I say, doll…” He tried running his fingers along Jinx's knuckles, earning a dismissive wave of her manicured hand with the cigarette between her fingers. His tone rose in frustration as he tried her again, “I SAID, Jinkx, I’m missing this week’s I’ve Got a Secret! And I heard a rumor Lana Turner is gonna be on this week to talk about her daught-“
His whining got halted by an eruption of raucous laughter from the table of cronies who’d just been ignoring him. Making snide remarks under their drunken giggles about the sort of people who follow those fanatic magazines full of false stories.
“Stop being such a girl about it,” she said, poking a sore spot. “Go fetch me another drink and I’ll make up for whatever little show you’re missing later. Deal?” she purred into his ear, giving him a peck on the cheek.
He groaned under his breath, unamused by the gaggle of girls swooning over Jinkx yet again, but he decided to swallow his pride.
He stood up with a heavy sigh and put-upon smile, giving her hand a small kiss to feign forgiveness. “Why of course, dear. Right away.”
“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Roy and Raja clucked in unison as he approached them by the bar, the pair like a flock of hungry vultures watching the group by the table. The only hungry vultures, it seemed, who bothered entertaining him these days, as Jinkx’s debut as Essie Whimple drew closer.
The same vultures he’d avoided like the plague before, but he’d finally settled in, finally stopped staring into the mirror trying to find what was wrong with him - mostly. He still felt a certain sense of unease around Roy specifically but he seemingly couldn’t care less anymore about, well, you know. Their little misunderstanding.
“I say, well handled, son,” Roy mocked. Placing a proud hand on his shoulder, his other hand clutching his dark maroon tie as if he was Jim Anderson himself. “A happy wife is a happy life, right, my boy?”
“Get bent.” Danny tried acting serious, paying no mind to Roy cackling loudly at his own joke.
“Forget Bozo here, I’ll get that drink for you while I’m back here.” Raja, who was most definitely breaking at least 3 work place rules, took Jinkx’s empty wine glass and refilled it.
“You staying a while? I heard some serious scoop on tonight’s episode of I've Got a Secret.” Roy leaned over the bar where the three of them could gossip.
“No!” Danny gasped, following suit, taking the already poured red wine originally intended for Jinkx as his own. “Is it Lana Turner?”
“What? No. It’s Walter Slezak, and I heard…Lana T-“ he interrupted himself to sneer at Danny in bewilderment. “Lana Turner? Who gave you that idea?”
Danny flashed a scowl at Raja, who was casually whistling in the opposite direction to avoid eye contact before Roy’s words sank in.
“Walter Slezak!” Raja and Danny’s eyes went wide in unison.
Raja enthusiastically slapped Danny’s hand like a giddy secretary with some juicy story about the boss. “Boy, he’s amazing. Did you catch him in Born to Kill?”
“Wasn’t he great?”
“To die for,” she swooned. “Did you see him in Lifeboat? Gave me chills for weeks - oof.” She shuddered, an imaginary shiver running down her spine.
“Like this?” Roy teased, sliding an ice cube down the exposed back of her signature gold fitted dress.
“Fucking - piece of shit!” she hissed at him, trying to keep her voice down. Luckily the rest of the bar was too lively with music, Danny the only one close enough to actually hear her shrieks. She turned to him, growling, “If you laugh, so help me!”
“I didn’t -“ Danny tried defending himself with his hands raised, but his loud belly laughing got the better of him. Raja playfully threw the ice cube in his direction, not helping curb his amusement, making her break face too.
“Raja! There’s people waiting by the door, go take their coats!” Kameron, one of the busgirls, whistled in their direction when she passed with a tray of empty plates from the dining hall.
“Ugh.” Raja dropped her cheery disposition, slugging the last of her Chardonnay. “Coming!”
She waved another finger in their direction as a threat, muttering some more, presumably obscenities, in a language Danny couldn’t recognize, and sauntered off to go greet the newest clientele for the evening. Leaving our little protagonist and his friend at the bar alone.
This wasn’t a rare occurrence though. In fact, it had become his favorite part of the day, ever since Roy agreed to keep his little secret. Some days, he’d satisfy himself just being there to watch Roy mingle with folks. Even when he was doing his own mingling with the Broadway elites (and elite followers) by Jinkx’s side. Playing her little show poodle when she required a domestic air for an interview or meeting.
They’d always at least manage to catch each other's eye and give a sympathetic smile.
“Gosh,” he sighed, content, noticing a hint of Roy’s dimples as he greeted a regular customer waving from another table.
He really was so devastatingly beautiful. It was hard not to see him as the picture-perfect man, with his devil-may-care attitude and utterly fashionable taste in clothes. The catalyst for their friendly banter was that Roy would always fill him in on that night’s episodes he missed, or behind the scenes tidbits he’d heard from industry friends.
It started that very night last week, at the table while they waited for everyone to return. Roy made a joke about Danny’s hands being smaller than Katherine Hepburn’s in an attempt to lighten the mood. Clearly, he wasn’t prepared for the onslaught of questions regarding the movie star, nor the ungodly amount of fan trivia he seemed to know about her and her fellow celebrities.
Their conversation and gossiping lasted well into the night once Jinkx’s new director left, even after they made their way over to a group of club singers so Jinkx could catch up with her former coworkers.
“Beg pardon?” Roy turned around, hearing the little escaped whisper.
“Nothing,” he smiled, innocence dripping from every pore.
“Yeah riiiiight…” Roy dragged out, eyeing him suspiciously. “You’re not playing with a full deck, are you?”
“Oh yeah?” Danny huffed, “well uh…”
‘Dammit!’ He tried to remember any, literally any single reasonable response to his but his impulse for childish comebacks got the better of him.
“I think somebody blew your pilot light out, Haylock.” He crossed his arms and dropped himself against the bar. Unknowingly sticking his bottom lip out in a pout.
“They did what?” Roy slapped the table. He burst out into a loud laughing fit with his hand on his chest. “My -“
“You’ve got splinters in the windmill of your mind!” Danny reiterated, his confidence growing every time Roy’s laugh would pick up again.
“I’m too drunk for this shit,” Roy exhaled, trying to wipe a tear from the corner of his eye.
“Well then,” Danny reached over for a new glass under the counter. “Fill her up, let’s even it out.”
“Ooooh,” Roy pursed his lips, tutting and shaking his head. “That’s not such a good idea there, partner.”
“Oh yeah? Why not? Scared I can out-drink you?”
Danny felt brave, irresponsibly brave. Like just maybe he might be able to actually turn his night around, maybe even finally see the always-put-together Roy properly hammered. No pun intended, of course.
Sure, he’d probably be late for work again in the morning, but he could always find a special way to make up for that.
Or better yet, maybe he’d have to spend the whole day ‘recovering’ with Roy. Just the two of them…
‘What am I thinking?’ he panicked when he realized what he was fantasizing about.
“Hello?” Roy tapped his index finger on Danny’s forehead. “Knock knock, your drink’s ready.”
“Right.” Danny practically inhaled the scotch Roy had given him. It burned all the way down to his stomach.
“Fucking hell -“ Roy started but another small chuckle interrupted his words. “Now who’s the one playing hockey with a warped puck?”
“What does that one even mean?” Danny giggled, already feeling his bravery being replaced by downright giddiness.
“It means, clean your own damn house before you come clean mine.” Roy stood serious. His hands against the bar as if he was waiting for Danny to come back with another retort.
“Huh?”
Roy leaned in closer whispering, “it means you’re lucky you’re cute because you definitely ain’t smart.”
Danny’s heart shot straight up to his throat. Unsure how to process or what to say when all he could feel was his head going dizzy and his cheeks growing warm.
He even debated another snippy comeback when suddenly, a lightbulb went off above Roy’s head.
“Say! Lady Bunny just got a television set in her office, I could sneak you in to go watch the episode-”
Without missing a beat, Danny sprang up, ready to bolt towards the back room, only stopped by his mother’s voice in his head.
‘You need to stop getting so worked up about everything, people will think you’re some mental deficit!’
He covered his open mouth with a cough and pretended to straighten his pants.
“Well?” Roy slammed his drink down and slapped him on the flat of his back, asking, “Do you need a pistol shot or something? Go! Hurry!”
‘To hell with her,’ he stood up for himself.
And just like that, they were off, scurrying to the back office without a second thought about Jinkx, her drink, or the laughing lackeys still keeping her attention.
“Wait…No...” Roy tilted his head in confusion when a loud moan echoed from behind the big red door, just as he was about to turn the handle. “Is that…?”
“It can’t be…” Danny failed to hide a giggle. “It actually worked.”
Roy scrunched his forehead, concentrating with his ear to the door. Confirming it with a placid, “Courtney.”
“Well yeah, and Dan.”
“Who the -'' Roy realized how loud they were speaking, changing his tone to an aggressive whisper, “Who the fuck is Dan?”
“Dan P. Donigan! My boss!” he declared, lowering his own voice too.
“Why’s your boss banging my Courtney?” Roy asked, clearly somewhat amused by this revelation
“I needed to make up for the days I missed!”
“What?” Roy tilted his head.
“I had to make up for the day I missed with you, and…some others,” he mumbled, “and when I let it slip to Courtney she said she could soften him up for me before I apologized,” Danny clarified as if this was a reasonable answer.
“Which I’m assuming was tonight?”
Suddenly Danny felt like he was being interrogated by a school principal. “Yes, sir…”
“Hey!” Roy prodded a finger into his chest, making him wince, his teeth snared. “Stop pimping out MY slut to your coworkers!”
“I’m not! I’m pimping out MY coworkers to your slut!” He watched Roy’s expression intently. Trying to piece together what was happening in his mind as his brows stayed contorted in anger but his lips softened into a stifled grin.
“You two, heaven help me.” Roy gave in, rubbing his eyes. Gesturing with his head and a pat on Danny’s back towards the bar. “C'mon, I’ll make you a drink.”
Before they could reach the bar, Raja grabbed his attention while Roy rushed to make up for the orders he missed.
“What? What’d I do?” Danny stumbled a bit thanks to how hard she yanked on his sleeve.
“Nothin’, Jinkxy just left. She said sorry she missed you but she’s going to an after party with those little devils that follow her,” Raja casually said while gesturing with her fingers towards the bar.
“Oh...” Danny blinked. His eyes trailed across the lounge part of the bar, examining every spot he usually found Jinkx in, but she really had left without him.
“Thank you, baby.” Raja’s voice interrupted his focused scanning. The familiar clink of the glasses on the serving tray telling him he’d been zoned out at least long enough for Raja to reach Roy, place the drink order and Roy to make it.
“If anyone complains, tell them it took so long because we wanted to get a fresh bottle for them or some shit.”
“Guess I’m not invited.” Danny dropped onto one of the barstools, feeling suddenly like he did in middle school when he’d get picked last in gym class.
He gazed longingly at the door like a lost puppy waiting for its owner to return to the shelter, his mood dropping nearly as low as his slumped shoulders.
“You didn’t want to go anyway,” Roy reminded him, rolling his eyes, wiping down the bar.
He was right. But Danny was much too proud to admit it, obviously.
“I suppose…”
Dammit.
Roy, despite his best attempt at a hard exterior, did that thing again where he’d soften his approach whenever Danny grew wistful.
“Forget it. I’ll make you something on the house. What’s your poison tonight?”
“You hopefully,” slipped from Danny’s mouth before his brain had time to filter it.
“What?”
“What?” He quickly coughed, trying to save what he could from the situation as if his throat was too dry to finish the sentence. Gesturing feebly to his collar. “What…ever, you can make the fastest.”
He spun around on his barstool slowly, trying to remain casual as he made eye contact with Roy, assuming he’d turn back to the bar.
Instead, he had once again caught him in a staring contest, his eyes narrowed. Clearly not buying whatever bullshit Danny was trying to sell him.
‘God, his eyes are beautiful…’ he thought absentmindedly.
Lost in the deep browns of his eyes he tried his best to fight against swooning, wondering if he’d pick up on it. But how could he not see it?
Roy was so focused on watching him, Danny began to feel like the last piece of turkey on Thanksgiving dinner. Surely he knew what he was doing, surely he wanted—
“That your boss?” Roy nodded his head, snapping Danny back to reality. His face was pulled in an odd confusion, as if he was trying to figure out what Courtney saw in him.
“Where?” Danny swung the stool in the direction of Bunny’s office.
“He’s smiling pretty big; if I was a betting man, I’d say you’re off the hook,” Roy started but Danny was still trying to find Dan in the wrong direction. He grabbed his head and turned him towards the entrance. “Over there you idiot!”
“Wait, is he really smiling?” he perked up, finally the right way. Just in time to catch Courtney kiss Dan goodbye before he smugly plopped his hat on his head and swagger out with all the overconfidence of a cat who just ate the canary, the cage and the goldfish for good measure.
“Atta girl, Court!” he cheered, after Dan finally walked out.
“Yep…at-ta girl.” Roy sarcastically clapped in her direction.
“Details, all the details!” he exclaimed, waving her over.
“Yeah, come here, my little Court-esan.” Roy curled his index finger inwards, beckoning to her as if she was a rotten child walking towards a spanking. “Come tell me what you did this time.”
Although he acted pretty peeved, Danny could tell Roy didn’t mean it. In all his time there, and in all the different ways he’d heard or seen Courtney getting screwed, never once had Roy made a mean remark about it.
In fact, he’d never seen him make any harsh (untrue) comments towards her like he often did with others. Calling a performer’s voice one night a dead ringer for ‘What can only be described as how syphilis sores feels.’
No, the two of them must’ve been old friends. It was obvious, not just by their banter and affectionate little pets but the way Roy seemed so protective over her. Like an older brother or even a father figure would be.
He also came to the conclusion that of the three of them, SHE might’ve been the best read. It was almost impressive how she floated about between lovers and managed to carry on the most interesting conversations known to man in one breath. Only stopping to powder her nose between the two.
For all their teasing, he had to give it to her. She wasn’t a slut, she was just built that way. Good for her.
“Bunny’s gonna’ kill you, you know!” Roy put his hands on his hips.
“Why?” Courtney, who had hopped up to sit on the bar, asked.
“Do you want a list?” Roy scoffed. “Where should we start? You were late for - stop it.” He swatted at one of her legs when she tried to wiggle her foot against his rib cage.
“Can’t we just-“
“No,” Roy shut her down.
“Fine-uh,” Courtney whined. She pulled her leg back from poking him and hooked it over her other one, making her dress lift just enough Danny swore he could see a run in her stockings. Almost as if someone’s fingernails grabbed at them.
Danny tugged at his tight collar. The temperature in the room must’ve raised a solid 20 degrees as the likelihood of said fingernails belonging to his uptight, no-nonsense boss dawned on him.
He originally assumed by “buttering him up,” Courtney meant maybe a little extra flirting, maybe even a kiss or some heavy petting if she was feeling extra generous.
And the office rendezvous caught him off guard, sure, but ripped tights and what looked like a hickey below her earlobe? Absolutely above and beyond service.
‘I should get her a thank you present…I wonder if she likes chocolate?’ Danny considered. Inadvertently staring at her as he tried to remember the heart shaped boxes of chocolates he passed in a window not long ago.
“Take a picture, love.” Courtney smiled sweetly, hiking her skirt up just enough that he could admire her thighs in all their glory.
“Oh! I wasn’t…I didn’t mean…I…” Danny stuttered, looking at Roy first for help before he regained his train of thought. “Sure, if you insist.”
“See what you’ve done? Hasn’t he had a hard enough night?” Roy finally took the attention off of him.
“Oh come off it,” Courtney gave a little titter. “He’s a nice big boy, he can tell me when he’s had enough.” She patted his shoulder. “So, you want a picture, huh?”
“Well…” Danny realized it was finally his turn to speak but no words came out. Courtney’s hand slid down, curving over his collarbone before going back up.
“Down, beast!” Roy scolded, cracking the dishcloth he had nearby against her forearm. “Stop stalling and tell me about this…” he impatiently snapped his fingers.
“Dan,” they both answered.
“Dan, right. What do we know about this guy?”
“Well, he’s 6’2”, maybe 6’4”. Works at Danny’s bank, obviously, and I think about…” Courtney pursed her lips, holding her palms facing each other out in front of her, “about this-“
“That’ll do,” Roy picked up on what she was doing.
“About uh…” She found a length she liked. “This long I reckon.”
“Ugh, I said that’ll do, Court!” Roy’s voice raised in frustration. Finally getting her attention. “Can we not have one night in this joint without you discussing your excursions?”
Danny decided this wasn’t his battle to fight so he kept his distance, hiding his muffled giggling behind his hand so the bickering pair wouldn’t catch on.
“It’s impolite to write personal things down about other people.” She put her hands on her hips, “So if I didn’t tell you, I’d forget their pros and cons, and I can’t make that mistake again, can I?”
“This is why I don’t take you to industry parties with me,” Roy facepalmed, rubbing his tired eyes with his thumb and index finger.
“No, you don’t take me because-“
“That’s 5.5 inches,” Danny declared with a satisfied nod. Sure in his math until he noticed the pair had stopped bickering and were looking at him in complete confusion.
“How - what?” Roy tried hiding his laughter. “Is this what you went to college for?”
“No, let him finish, this could be useful,” Courtney said in all seriousness, raising her brows in Roy’s direction, but he shook his head at her.
“Those types of acts stopped showing publicly in the carny days, before even vaudeville thank you very much.”
“You’d know, you were there,” Danny mumbled under his breath, upset that Roy didn’t find his accurate measuring impressive.
“Oh I’m sorry, are we feeling a little testy again, Mister ‘I cried when the man stopped drawing the deer in Bambi’?” teased Roy.
“I don’t know, do we think we’re funny, Mister ‘I got rejected to be the 6th Marx brother’?” Danny challenged. Refusing to let Roy win this round.
“Boys, boys, boys,” Courtney chimed between them, her tone more exasperated this time, rolling her eyes. “Just whip them out already and get a ruler…or a room.” She tilted her head towards the back of the club with a smirk. “Or an office.”
“Nobody asked you.” Roy shot her a warning look, the same expression he normally gave right before he’d yell at one of the servers for screwing up. “Just get back to work, please.”
“Oh I don’t mind,” she turned to Danny with her hand on her chest. “If you guys want to, you know… “ she clicked her tongue in the back room’s direction.
“Okay, that’s enough!” Roy shouted, pushing her off the bar top while she wasn’t looking. “Thanks for dropping in, get to steppin’, buh bye.”
Danny didn’t know whether to laugh at her falling or the way Roy was waving his towel as he continued arguing with her about fixing her make up before her next set.
“Fine! How ‘bout next time I just put a box over my head and you can draw some lipstick on it!” Courtney yelled over her shoulder. She tried to get the last word in as she made her way to the tiny dressing room hidden behind the stage.
“It would be an improvement!” Roy yelled back. “What the-“
Danny flicked one of the peanuts that had fallen out the bowl in front of him, hitting Roy square on the chin.
“Oh you son of a bitch!” Roy exclaimed when a second one hit his cheek. “Just for that, you’re buying me a drink.”
“Worth it,” Danny grinned. He swiveled around on his stool, victorious for once, watching Roy dig around in the bottles beneath them.
“Actually, you know what I’d kill for right now? I worked on a picture with Guy Madison last year and he gave me this really terrific bottle of bourbon,” he began as he poured them each a glass of scotch. “If you ever actually come see my place, you should have a drink.”
“See your place?” Danny swallowed.
‘Oh god what does he mean? What’s he implying?’ He started panicking. ‘We agreed it was all a misunderstanding but does he…does he actually want me now? Is this a real invitation?’
His mind was spiraling, and Roy taking his sweet time to pour each glass wasn’t helping matters. Danny wondered if he should shoot down the offer right there, but before he could make up his mind, Roy finally slid the glass his way.
“I mean, if you guys want to come over for dinner or something.”
‘Oh, of course he wasn’t talking about…me,’ Danny realized. He could feel his shoulders slump forward again in an oddly disappointed way. He couldn’t show it however, not there in front of Roy.
“Dinner?” Danny frowned, hiding his true feelings. “You can cook?”
Roy took a sip from his drink. “Of course I can cook, what do you mean?”
“Oh yeah? And what are you gonna give us? Indigestion?”
“Fine,” Roy conceded, smacking his lips. “Or you can come by for tailoring. We really need to get you out of those shitty little Hooverville suits.” He curled his top lip, looking him over. “I’d say no offense but they really do look hideous.”
“Heeeey,” Danny whined, clutching his lapels as if they could hear the insult. “These are catalog.”
Roy stood taller and pinched a piece of his pants to show Danny the seams. “And this is custom-made by the same guy who tailors costumes for Rosalind Russell, you see my point?”
“Rosalind…Russell?” Danny’s eyes went wide, reaching for the bit he was holding to feel the texture of the higher quality fabric.
When his hand touched Roy’s thigh he swore he could feel his breath hitch, followed by Roy’s eyes panning down, presumably also aware of how intimate the moment had unwittingly become.
‘Shit.’ He realized he had gotten a tad too close for comfort and pulled back.
He sat down innocently as if nothing had happened, like when you get pulled over for driving over the limit and brace yourself to compliment your way out of it. “Boy, you know you’re everything I want to be when I’m 57.”
“Why I oughta-“ Roy gasped. Pulling his best Joan Crawford impression, he leaned down close to him. “Look, so help me, I’m gonna slug you.”
“There's a name for you ladies, but it isn't used in high society...outside of a kennel,” he retorted, proud of himself for not only remembering the line from The Women but also for making Roy’s dimples deepen when he said it.
“Try me,” Roy challenged, shooting Danny with a peanut right between the eyes.
“Ow! Danny furiously tried to rub the sore spot better on his forehead. “Hey-uh! That was a dirty trick!” he whined.
He must have looked absolutely pathetic, as Roy’s face flashed all the way from pity straight into hysterics.
“Oh, you poor little simple thing, don’t ever change.” Roy grasped his shoulder, his laughs turning higher pitched than Danny had heard before. He wiped at his eye with the back of his hand. “God, I’d be bored without you here.”
“What?” Danny perked up, unsure if he heard that right.
“I said,” Roy’s laughter started calming down. “Oh nevermind. Forget it. I need a piss.”
Many hours and many, many drinks later, Danny figured he had enough liquid courage in him to finally go see Roy’s apartment. Platonically, of course.
“I’m heading home soon, I was wondering if you’d like a stroll?” he asked Roy at the end of the night, when the last tipsy crowd began to trickle out.
“Sure, yeah. I’d love to, but I gotta go take inventory and lock up some stuff. Would you mind helping out?” Roy barely even looked up from writing down some numbers of reservations for the next night. As if the revelation of Danny’s intentions hadn’t hit him yet. Not that he had any intentions. Maybe.
“Counting? Please, it's my job.”
Finally, Roy lifted his head, dropping an elbow on the counter, resting his head in his hand as he looked on in astonishment. “I always forget that, I’m amazed when you bring it up.”
“What? My job?” Danny blushed. His parents had told him a job at a bank would be respectable, but he didn’t see it, until now maybe.
“No.” Roy laughed suddenly, dropping the act just as quick and standing up straight. “That you can count.”
‘This piece of work.’ Danny thought. He was caught off guard by his mockery but didn’t want to give Roy the satisfaction of knowing that.
“Bang zoom, Haylock! You’re going to the moon!” he mimicked Ralph Kramden, hoping the little reference would earn at least a chuckle from the equally fanatical Roy.
“Good one,” he praised, looking up at the fist Danny still held in his face. He gave it a playful tap with his pen, his own little version of a gold star.
‘Success.’
Thanks to that little pick-me-up, the inventory they had to do went by, as Roy noted, faster than usual, both men forgetting about the time as they waved off the last of the wait staff and performers.
“All I’m saying is, knowing her, it was a stunt.” Roy threw his hands up, his pen nearly hitting a passing waitress.
“Knowing her,” Danny blew a raspberry. “I know you think your shit don’t stink, but there’s no way you know Joan Crawford.”
“I didn’t say I know her personally,” Roy defended.
Danny, annoyed at Roy for missing the point, batted his eyelashes at him before trying again. “Fine. You know what the tabloids say about her, that’s my point! I think at the ‘46 Academy Awards, she and everyone there knew there was no way she would lose.”
“But then why wasn’t she there?” Roy slammed his fist on the table, clearly fed up with how long this conversation had gone on.
Danny however, was not prepared to give in just yet, enjoying their little argument and seeing Roy get so flustered far too much.
“Because she’s a deeply paranoid and emotional person, who doesn’t want to show her weak side because that way people can’t use it against her the way she uses their weaknesses against them!” he finally exhaled.
“Oh brother,” Roy rolled his eyes. “So she’s just a bitch, is your excuse?”
“Pot meet kettle.” Danny waved his hands in Roy’s direction, making his dimples deepen in that tell-tale ‘you got me’ grin he’d grown so fond of.
“Fine,“ Roy conceded, taking another sip from his now lukewarm drink. “Ugh, this is worse than your fashion sense,” he pulled a face, scooting the drink away. “But for the record, I do know Joan Crawford, semi-personally, and she would pull a stunt like that.”
“You’re such a fucking liar,” Danny spat like an annoyed teenager. “I bet you’re just making that up again so -“
“Boys!” Courtney tottered into the storage room where they’d been counting bottles. Clearly one too many deep herself. “Have one of you still not pinned the other against the milk crates?”
“Shut up, Courtney!” they both shouted in unison, Danny not even registering what she was saying thanks to his own impeded thinking.
“Danny, my love.” She threw an arm over his shoulder, pulling him in close to not-so-subtly whisper in his ear. “Make him show you how…you know, express what he's got.”
“Shut up, Courtney,” Roy repeated.
“Make me.” She licked her lip, lunging forward to grab both of them in a big bear hug. “Actually don’t, I’m on my way out with Morgan and Kameron.”
“Yuck.” Danny scoffed under his breath, trying to pretend it didn’t turn him on just a little bit…a lotta bit…
“Crushed between all those muscles…Roy,” she turned to him, cooing, “If tonight is the night I finally go, write that I died happy on my tombstone.”
“Write it yourself!” Roy pushed her away with his elbow. “And quit distracting us. I want to go home and this idiot can barely count to 12 without getting lost.”
“Hey!”
“Listen, you little shit, you’ve been counting the same stack of tequila for 14 minutes and you still haven’t gotten past the 2nd shelf.”
“Oh?” Danny looked at the shelves. Realizing that Roy had been right, he sheepishly smiled at him with a pathetic, “Oops?”
Courtney tutted, shaking her blonde hair over her shoulders. “I guess you’ll have to teach him a lesson. I recommend a good wallop across the bum.”
“I recommend a cup of coffee and a cold shower.” Roy crossed his arms at her like a disappointed father.
“And why would I listen to you?” she challenged, mirroring his stance even down to the way his left brow was raised.
“Because sometimes, SOMETIMES, only once in a blue moon…I’m wrong. I can’t be wrong twice in one night, can I?”
“Is this your way of apologizing for being an ass?” Courtney asked, throwing her hands around his neck for a hug.
“Maybe,” Roy hugged her back, pulling her tightly into his arms till she stood on her tippy toes. “Do you forgive me?”
“Only if you buy me a big box of chocolates.”
‘Definitely likes chocolates,’ Danny noted to himself.
“Deal. Now go with your little toys,” Roy let her go, “and when you’re done, drink lots of water. Love you, be safe.”
The pair exchanged quick air kisses. Danny couldn’t help himself but smile at how lovingly Roy doted over her, making sure she listened to him before he shoved her away into the waiting arms of Kameron.
“You know,” Danny sat down in his makeshift seat, lighting them cigarettes. “You two would make a cute couple if you weren’t,” he swallowed, “you know...”
“Gee thanks.” Roy took his cigarette from him, shoving his seat away so he could count the tequila instead.
“Hey, what did Courtney mean-“ Danny tried asking about Courtney’s earlier statement about the office but Roy shushed him.
“10, 12, 14…” Roy kept counting under his breath. His brows tightly furrowed, concentrating on every label. “16, 18…19?” He curled his top lip at the tequila bottles.
“20.” Danny held up the bottle Roy had poured himself a drink out of when they started counting bottles.
“Knew I kept you around for a reason,” Roy let out a relieved sigh. “20. Beautiful, done.”
Roy put the bottle back carefully onto the shelf, wrote down the number on his clipboard and hooked his pen over the sheet of paper. Finally! Their cue to hit the road.
Danny’s stomach was in knots, boozy butterflies floating about at the anticipation of more intimate alone time. The thought made him nauseous with doubt but it was too enticing to pass up, just like those enormous Ferris wheels his parents took him to when he was a little boy.
Every time he’d question his decision, he’d look to his left towards Roy for some new motivation, reminding himself that he wasn’t doing anything wrong. Just walking side by side as they’d done many a night, simply without Jinkx in the middle this time, and if he had to be honest it felt freeing.
Liberating even.
“Well then, who do you think should’ve won?” Roy asked, turning the corner to their block.
“Seriously? Such an easy answer,” Danny raised his shoulders in exasperation. It seemed like every time they reached the Best Actress category in their little debates Roy would scoff at his answers just to get a rise out of him, even some of the ones he, sometimes reluctantly, agreed with. “Judy Garland, obviously.”
Roy scrunched up his nose as if he was thinking over Danny’s answer before he sighed, “I don’t know-“
“Oh brother, what do you have against Judy mother-fucking Garland?” Danny interrupted him, using the same phrase Roy had used for Deborah Kerr earlier against himself.
“Grace - you asshole.” Roy fumbled over his words, hiding a proud chuckle. “Grace Kelly deserved it, I think they voted for the right bitch.“
“Well I think you’re wrong,” Danny huffed. “And I think if Courtney was here she’d agree with me.”
“Is that so?”
“And she’d call you a dickhead!” He tried his best to imitate her Australian accent but just couldn’t quite get it right, causing him to laugh at his own joke.
“Well, well,” Roy swayed towards him, bumping their shoulders together. “Careful, someone might say the club is rubbing off on you.”
He was right, obviously. Even Danny could feel the shift in his personality since he moved to New York just a few weeks earlier. Specifically since he started hanging out at the club with Roy and the others.
“Would that be so bad?” he asked out loud, more to himself than anyone else truth be told.
“It would make you right more often.”
“I am right. Judy should’ve won.”
“As much as I would like to agree with you, I can't. Why do you think she should’ve won, huh? Because she’s been around so long? Because she…” Roy gestured with over the top quotation marks, “‘overcame’ her struggles to make a good goddamn movie? Because it was an absolutely terrific movie, don't get me wrong, she damn near made me shed a tear.”
“Well…then why don’t you think she should’ve won?” Danny came to a standstill, confused by Roy’s argument.
“Think about it.” Roy stopped walking as well, stepping back a few steps to be equal with Danny again. “Those are all amazing qualities, but you can’t just up and say ‘I did my best so I deserve the thing I want’, you have to be able to show people you’re in it for the long run, Judy isn’t that girl anymore but Grace Kelly is.”
“But she did show up!” Danny tried reasoning back. “Maybe not the way you wanted her too but she tried.”
“That’s show business for you,” Roy shrugged.
“James Mason didn’t win either, which is complete bullshit,” Danny scoffed, resuming his walking.
“That I can agree with.”
“So…thanks for letting me hang around all night, you sure I wasn’t a bother?” Danny finally asked when they reached Roy’s apartment door. Just before they began to discuss that year’s winners.
Before he answered, Roy took the time to dig in his thick black coat’s pocket and pull out a couple of cigarettes, lighting one for each of them between his teeth. A little habit Danny had grown quite fond of him doing when he didn’t think people would notice.
“You know, I actually had a good time. I really appreciated the help, thanks.”
“You’re very welcome, I’d do it again any- any time really.” He stumbled over his words a bit. Roy’s lips were too distracting as he took a big drag of his cigarette.
“With the amount of scotch you had, I probably don’t have to ask if you had a good time?” Roy teased, his lips twisting into a faint smile.
Danny couldn’t help but blush, especially since Roy covered most of the drinks he ended up having. An act of kindness he appreciated; his wallet was looking a little too thin as it was tonight, with Jinkx skipping out before the tab could be paid.
“I wish I could repay at least one or two,” he began. Feeling around in his pockets for any change he might have left.
“Yeah, I bet you do.” Roy looked up at him, halting his movements with a firm pat on the shoulder. Another habit Danny liked. At this point he started an imaginary list.
Danny could still feel his heart racing at the contact, even one so innocent. He wondered what Roy was thinking while they looked at each other, his face illuminated only by the soft glow of the street lamps scattered about .
“You know-“ Roy inhaled, raising his hand to hold Danny’s cheek tenderly, lost in thought.
“Hm?” Visions of them together began swirling in his mind. Glorious visions. And then -
“Nothin’. You had some lint. Go back to your doll face, she’ll want you home when she gets in,” Roy slurred slightly. A lazy smile on his face as if the night was growing long, but he didn’t want it to end yet. “It’s getting late.”
“Oh,” he breathed. Saying he felt let down was the understatement of the year. He didn’t want to fight the issue though, hell he didn’t even know how.
What could he say that wouldn’t ruin any progress they’d made as friends, or come out sounding just plain foolish? So he accepted his refusal and turned around to walk away back to his apartment.
‘C’mon, be a man!’ he scolded himself. Turning on his heels when he’d taken no more than 5 steps to face Roy with new self-assuredness.
“You don’t want to invite me in for that bourbon?” he asked, raising his shoulders, the ash he’d forgotten about from his cigarette falling onto his shoes.
“I don’t think you need another drink tonight, do you?”
“Um, I….” Danny struggled to decide. So much for that confidence he had built up.
“Exactly. So it’s probably better if I don’t and we call it a night.” Roy flashed that devilishly delicious smile.
That smile that made his knees weak and his stomach do somersaults, even if his words made his heart drop nearly out of his body.
“Right…but -” He wanted to protest and demand a reason, feeling his blood boil like when your high school crush rejects you.
“It’s nothing you - you hear that, right? Her stomping? God she’s loud.” Roy turned around to gesture to the source.
Danny recognized Courtney almost immediately, her usual little skip run in those tiny dresses she wore nearly as recognizable as her accent.
“I lost my keys!” she laughed, running a little faster towards them. “And Dela’s out with her new boyfriend. Who, by the way, did I tell you his mustache is ah-mazing.”
“Where’s your dates?” Roy shrugged off her rambling.
“Ugh, don’t get me started. Kameron got cold feet and Morgan, well, let’s just say some Scots don’t hold their liquor as well as advertised.” She blinked as if she was trying to get rid of some unpleasant memories. “I got them a taxi, they're fine.”
“Seriously,” Roy pointed to her heels when she finally reached him, already holding the apartment building’s door open for her. “Walk like a man, why don’t yah?”
“Fuck me like one,” Courtney retorted with a tease in her voice, tousling Danny’s hair, saying, “You can even bring him.”
Danny’s eyes flicked back and forth between the pair, unsure what to think. Or even what to say. Hell, even unsure if she was being serious or not. All he could see was red.
“He’s not interested.” Roy’s focus switched to Danny. His expression was unreadable, as if he didn't even know what he was thinking. “Right?”
Danny swallowed, muttering, “…right.”
“Goodnight, Danny,” Courtney sang, walking past Roy into his apartment building. Throwing a last little finger wave his way before taking the edge of Roy’s collar in her hand and tugging.
“Coming, dollface,” Roy smirked, following her lead.
He stood dumbfounded. Baffled by this turn of events. The ONE time he’d made the first move and THIS is what he got for it?
“Why that…that….” he huffed, unable to process rational thoughts he took a puff from his cigarette before throwing it on the ground. Storming off in the direction of his apartment with heavy, angry stomps. “That slut! Jezebel! That absolute…TRAMP!”
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🏳️🌈 Undone Art by Imafuckinglibra
Listen, I’m only human. I still can’t get Undone by @veronicasanders & Stephanie/4theloveofdrag out of my head (or my heart) which means the endless stream of fan art & weeping continues…indefinitely.
Or until I get those uh, 100 bonus chapters was it? Nudge nudge, wink wink?
K bye, Happy Pride!
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(This scene is from Courtney's dream at the end of Chapter 7.)
🏳️🌈 The Miracle of Living Art by Imafuckinglibra
(Putting it after the jump because TWs)
TWs: Accidental pregnancy, grief, accidental overdose
My name’s Libra and I’m here because @artificiallita's work has emotionally affected me in the following ways…I’m starting a support group for the others hurt by her beautiful, beautiful little words.
Jk but also kind of not, Lita, you broke me. Veronica was right, this is ugh, just so amazing please never ever stop. Please take this illustration as a bribe for more even if it means waiting 5 more years, k ily bye.
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🏳️🌈 WeHo Trans Nights Art by Imafuckinglibra
@imstillafuckinglibra didn't include a message with these so I will just say HOLY FUCK LOOK HOW HOT THESE TWO ARE!!!!!1
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Rock Hudson’s Parties, Chapter 2 (Jadore/Biadore) - Imafuckinglibra
Summary: A fresh faced young man gets off a bus in New York to move in with an estranged college friend, now a broadway star. Old flames flare up again but are potentially derailed when an older man’s temptations threaten to come between them.
Fair Warning : There is actually smut in this one yay! Including a little illustration to go with it but tbh it's pretty sfw - no bits or anything. Brief mentions of death & that's about it me thinks.
A week. A whole week Danny had been in New York already and he still hadn’t adjusted. He still didn’t feel any more in control of his life than he did in Azusa.
“Dammit.” He winced when his razor nicked a bit of skin below his lip. He stared at it, watching where the tiny bubble of blood came up.
Right below where he felt Roy’s lips brush past before he walked off into the night. As if absolutely nothing had happened.
‘Nothing did happen. If you don’t think about him he doesn’t exist,’ he scolded himself. Repeating the same mantra he did every time he walked past Roy’s apartment building as if he was the boogeyman. ‘Focus.’
He drew his attention back to his reflection in the mirror. What he thought was his reflection at least.
He looked somewhat unrecognizable to himself. He couldn’t pinpoint what it was, but it reminded him of a saying his mother used to throw around.
‘I can't put my finger on it, but if I could - I’d have to wash my hands!’
Maybe it was just nerves, some lingering stress from being the new kid on the block at work that made him uneasy. The alienation he felt was palpable. Between you and me though, it was most likely the fact that it was Monday morning before the sun had even come up and his head was still buzzing from the ‘quick’ cocktail party he’d attended with Jinkx the previous night. Was it the previous night?
He swore they left the apartment on Saturday night, yet he didn’t remember coming home till just a few hours ago, when he fell into his bed at long last. Drowning happily in a flurry of warm blankets and Jinkx's limbs sprawled over him where she had passed out, too drunk and too lazy to go find her own bedroom.
He settled on the pang in his stomach and his throbbing head being the cause of the discomfort he felt, and made his way to the kitchen for relief.
Coffee, that’s what would fix him. Coffee and the absolutely glorious spread of greasy breakfast foods Jinkx had made - bacon, sausages, eggs - butter smothered on everything, even the poor pan-seared potatoes Jinkx placed next to him as she sat down finally.
“You know,” Jinkx lulled, twirling a loose strand of hair from Danny’s forehead between her fingers. Unraveling all the hard work he’d done to finesse his unruly hair flat despite him swatting at her hand, “Shangie might’ve been right the other night. You’d make a gorgeous girl. Absolutely adorable.”
“Yeah? You think?” Danny gulped. “What does that mean? Is it something I do or, or how I sit?”
He slurped down another gulp of orange juice, the only unbuttered item on the menu. Not that he’d put it past Jinkx to experiment with that type of thing.
Although she was a great cook, every now and then she’d slip something in that she whipped up all by herself without the help of ladies’ magazines or cookbooks.
He wasn’t much better though. Outside the usual toast or bowl of cereal he made himself, he never had gotten the hang of cooking.
Not for lack of trying. His first morning there he had tried earning his keep by assisting with breakfast, assuming Jinkx would be far too sloshed to be any good, but she had very quickly put him in his place. She reminded him that as the lady of the house, she’d be taking up the housework and meal preparation before going to rehearsals; all he had to do was bring home a (not fat but at least plump) paycheck.
And maybe screw her brains out when she so politely asked him of course, like a proper friend should.
“Of course not, dear. It’s perfectly natural to want to play in girls’ clothes once in a while, didn’t Fred Mertz even dress up for an episode of I Love Lucy about some club thing?”
“That was different.” He scrunched his top lip. “And I’ll have you know it was the Ricky Asks For a Raise episode and they ALL dressed up.”
She shook her head, unamused. “You watch too much television; it’s gonna rot your brain one of these days.”
“It’s gonna rot your mep mep mep,” Danny sarcastically mimicked her disapproval with his hand, making her laugh as he did most mornings.
“You suuuuuure you never dabbled? Never played in your mother’s makeup or put on her shoes? Not even a brassiere?” she kept teasing, "You've always had such a fondness for breasts, I assumed you'd have some complex, dear.”
“No. Never.” Danny laughed uncomfortably, blushing at the implication. “I told you my father would’ve, well. I mean, he was in both wars, you know those guys. They can’t help it, different generations.”
He didn’t really want to think of his father too much. He didn’t openly hate him or anything, he was just sort of scared of him. He’d have violent fits of rage if the coffee had been burnt, if Danny flunked a test or even if a dog barked too loud.
It’s difficult for a child to bond with a man like that, or any parent for that matter, always tip-toeing around any small confrontation where even praise could be taken negatively. Suspicious you were out to get him at every word.
His brothers weren’t like that though. They were kind and gentle souls, till enlistment day. When a naïve 9 year old Danny watched them all join the service, dutifully joining their father fighting in the Pacific.
Don’t get me wrong, he admired them, idolized them for their bravery and their ability to come back and still see the good in humanity. However, he envied them. He’d never dare say it out loud though, especially considering how one of them, Charlie, never made it back.
Still, he saw the way they got a pat on the shoulder from every neighbor when they came home, or the praise and attention he’d always longed for from their parents - he couldn’t help but feel jealous.
Fine. Maybe there were some issues there, but he’d deal with them his own way. ‘Eventually,’ he lied to himself, like we all do.
He’d gotten so lost in his thoughts, he hadn’t even noticed at first how Jinkx’s eyes had glazed over. As if she was still there, just perhaps not as present. Even so, she kept her chipper smile, taking a big bite of runny eggs on toast.
“You know? Uh, the way those military men are?” he repeated.
She snorted, “That I do.”
“Say here. How is your family? Folks doing alright?” he asked, trying to make polite conversation rather than openly intrude. “I can only imagine how excited your mother must be to have a daughter.”
“Yeah…”
“Must have been strange for you, I’m sure to, to…am I stepping on some toes?”
“Oh heavens no, I just haven’t talked about it in ages. I wasn’t ready yet.” She shook her ginger hair to lay perfectly against her shoulders, sat up straight with her hands folded in front of her, and smiled her best attempt at a pageant smile. “Go ahead, ask me again.”
Danny quickly swept his hair flat with his palms and mimicked her straight back demeanor, going at it again but this time as if he was asking a colleague about the weekend. “Okay. How is your family, dear?”
“I don’t know.” Her eyes flicked around aimlessly before back at him. Probably trying to avoid thinking too hard. “I haven’t spoken to them in over 4 years.”
Uh oh, she was curt.
“Oh. I just always assumed your mother would be understanding.”
He wasn’t quite sure if he should keep pressing the issue, but Jinkx was casually eating her breakfast with the same vigor and gleeful energy as she had before the conversation shifted, so he assumed she was okay with it. Besides, he’d known her long enough. At least, when he used to know her ‘before Jinkx,’ he’d known her well enough that she’d never hide anything from him.
Could it really be that maybe he missed something? Maybe she was struggling all those years he’d pushed her away and he never saw past himself to reach out. He assumed she’d be strong enough to handle anything without him, it never even occurred to him to stop and just ask. Just check in at least once.
“She was.”
Without missing a beat, she stood up to put the tin coffee pot on the stove and flick the burners on.
“I sent my parents a letter and a photograph, of me, obviously. You know. I explained everything. My mother called me first. She told me that she didn’t quite understand it yet but that she loved me regardless.”
Danny studied her face, on the edge of his seat as her eyes hinted at a tearful glimmer. Her face turned back to stone before he could even register it happening.
“Later that night my father called me. He’d shot her dead.”
Danny’s heart sank. He instinctively reached for his shirt buttons, fiddling with them, twisting them - anything he could do to keep himself distracted from processing the horror of it just yet.
She swallowed, then went on. “And, he was planning on shooting himself too because he couldn’t get to me. One of us had to go, he said, but they arrested him before he had the nerve to go through with it. Worthless coward. Coffee?”
“How-“ He knew she wouldn’t want sympathy or a show of weakness, at least the old Jinkx wouldn’t, so instead he followed her lead and swallowed his pity. “Absolutely, I’d love some.”
The room had stalled quiet after her revelation, except for the noise of water bubbling in the pot, the traffic outside the window gearing up as people left their home to start the day, and a gentle hum from the neighbor’s radio.
Danny watched Jinkx prepare another cup of coffee for each of them, wondering what was going through her head as she tapped her long beige claws rhythmically against the countertop. Like she was tapping herself a little beat.
He felt a very heavy knot of guilt in the pit of his stomach. Like he should’ve known better, not just about inquiring so much but about the way he abandoned her for so many years after college. Never even a letter or anything.
As usual, someone else had to make the move for him before he’d finally pull himself together. He knew which letter she was referring to; he’d gotten a similar one 2 and a half years after ‘she’ dropped out of college.
He didn’t recognize the name on the envelope at first, but he knew the handwriting anywhere, he’d spent enough time studying it while copying notes she’d taken in their shared classes.
He understood what her mother meant; he didn’t understand it either. He couldn’t process it for weeks, couldn’t decide what to do. He’d spend hours and hours after class just staring at her photo.
All he could remember thinking was, ‘Look at how happy she is.’
One day, he got brave enough to call her like she’d asked, and it was amazing. It was like he’d blinked and she’d blossomed, not just the noticeable things. Her laugh - even her energy seemed happier, vibrant and alive.
It didn’t feel like talking to his college roommate, it felt like a whole new person. Never putting the two of them together in his mind, maybe he didn’t want to, maybe he wanted to keep them separated just enough he wouldn’t have to deal with the consequences of his feelings.
Maybe he just wanted to enjoy having her and what she brought into his life as a ‘new’ friend. Including the butterflies you get seeing them laugh for the first time. The little smile you get thinking back on a joke they’d told you just knew would become a lifelong memory.
Even learning new details about her he never knew before - she liked white chocolates more than milk, she liked red wine more than white, she preferred coffee over tea but only on rehearsal days, she liked when your hand would caress the back of her neck but not her thigh.
Fine, yes. He may have explored more than just her mind after so many outings together, where they’d met in San Francisco one night. He couldn’t tell you how it happened the first time, and to be honest neither could I.
These things never have a beginning, it’s the way it goes when two friends finally get brave enough to acknowledge what they’ve both been feeling.
‘Besides,’ Danny had told himself. ‘I’ve done it with girlfriends in the past, she’s a girl and my friend. Why not? Would this really be that different?’
‘Oh god.’ He realized he had spiraled down a tangent. The knot in his stomach turning tighter as it hit him that never once during their letters, calls, dates, what have you - never once did he ask her about her parents.
They’d never discussed their families much before so it never hit him till now that she was unusually vague about them. He assumed that well, so was he during that time so what gave him the right to push her on the matter.
‘Dammit.’
“Say, I…I really am so sorry, I didn’t mean -“
“Oh no. I’m fine, mean it.” She dropped herself back into her seat and resumed eating some bacon. “See, people complain about how the poor dear family must weep for losing their son or daughter. Why must they suffer so having lost ONE family member? Nobody stops to think maybe the son or daughter has to grieve too, not just for themselves but, but for their family. Even the supportive ones.”
Danny found himself remembering a very different Jinkx, who’d made a very similarly grand speech to keep themselves from crying in school when they’d been caught cheating on a math test.
‘Why must we quarrel so over x = y or 2 + 2 doesn’t equal 3 when there are STILL children in this country starved. Not just for food, neigh, for nourishment of the mind, of the heart and soul. Not…algebra. After all, time goes by…so slowly…'
It made him happy thinking of those days, right when they’d met as college freshmen, and more importantly, before Jinkx dropped out to move away and change her life, leaving him behind. Back when it was just them, best friends daydreaming together in their own world.
“For what it’s worth,” he finally began, breaking the awkward sounds of a lonely knife and fork sliding over the plate. “I am very, very grateful I didn’t lose you.”
He stared up from his own plate to see Jinkx watching in shock at the sudden display of affection. The corners of her mouth twisting into a sincere smile, her brow furrowing as if she was holding back too many emotions to think about right now. And just as suddenly as you could say blink, she was back to herself.
“Thank you, dear. Now finish up; the bus won’t wait for you and if you miss another day what will they think?”
“You’re right.” He beamed, happy to see the color return to her cheeks.
He downed the last quick cup of coffee she made, despite the stinging burn it caused down his throat, and reached for the coat and hat combo that she’d purchased for him, so he’d look more professional. He foraged around some bills and newspaper clippings she’d left on the small desk by the door, trying to locate the briefcase he’d forgotten there on Friday.
“Does it bother you?”
“You kiddin’, not at all. I like reading your reviews between breaks. It gives me something to look forward to in meetings. Makes me feel like Lucy Ricardo if I’m honest with you.”
“Daniel,” she spoke seriously. Halting his movements with a firm grip on his wrist so he’d look at her while she stayed seated in the old, painted blue dining chair. “Does it bother you? Me?”
“Oh.” He finally caught on. “Why no. Why would it?”
“It’s just that since you’ve gotten here, every time we fuck...You seem…distant. I know we’re not exactly going steady or anything, but I’d like it if you were a little more attentive once in a while when you made love to me. Properly.”
“You mean…” Danny inhaled hard, fixing his tie.
He couldn’t particularly say why this bothered him so much, but suddenly this talk felt like something he shouldn’t be a part of. It terrified the shit out of him. Maybe he’d made a romantic gesture that he’d missed sooner.
“I mean, if you’re so unbothered, would you mind looking at me, or touching me, or kissing me? Not that I don’t enjoy getting straight to it. Maybe we could just…try it?“
“Oh.” He nodded, considering her sincere words. Not just thinking about them but really, really taking in what she was asking of him. Intimacy. A connection, anything. Not a proposal, just some comfort. It certainly wasn’t unreasonable; it was realistic.
She eventually dropped her head and her hand, clearly fed up with him taking so long to answer. “You’re right. Forget what I said, old friend.”
Shit. The last time Jinkx made an effort towards a deeper connection, he chickened out. He didn’t want to make the same mistake, he had to be more reasonable now.
“Dollface," he tried salvaging the situation, dropping to his knees in front of her so he could look at her face. “What time does your rehearsal end tonight, huh? I’ll try to pick you up and we’ll go out, make a night of it. Nice place to eat, maybe dance a little and then we can come home and, and I’ll - I’ll do whatever makes you happy? Okay?”
Jinkx’s frown began twitching back into a smile without her intending to, unable to keep a straight face at the big hazel eyes staring up at her with such empty promises and well intentions.
“Sure. I’ll call you at work.” She rolled her eyes. “Now go before you miss the bus.”
“Swell.” He jumped up, planting a big wet kiss on her forehead before he rushed out the front door and down the hall to the elevator.
He was sure she’d see through his façade, but he’d managed to pull it off and keep his cool under the pressure. Once he got on his bus though, he couldn’t help but drop his head in his hands as that knot of guilt dug itself deeper into his soul. His miserable, pathetic, black soul, he punished himself.
Thinking about her parents, which made him think about his own dead brother. Thinking about Jinkx and how she must’ve felt. Reaching out for the one thing we all want, a connection. It wasn’t all lies though—he did love Jinkx, but merely as a friend. Maybe. He couldn’t tell anymore.
Sure it’s swell having someone looking after you, cooking and cleaning for you, sucking your dick for you. Once or twice, they’d even come home drunk from the club together and he’d fucked her, which was enjoyable, make no mistake. Something had changed since their stolen moments together before moving to New York, and he couldn’t quite get his heart or his head to be as eager about it anymore.
He blamed Courtney and the Pink Flamingo Club. And Roy. And Morgan that…stupid emcee with the big muscles and even bigger breasts who’d walk around in slacks one night and a skirt the next. And Raja with their deep voice, short, fringed dresses and non-existent breasts that still somehow aroused him.
‘I’ll be damned, she's right, I do have a complex,” he groaned internally.
“Penny for your thoughts?” He heard a, strangely familiar, rough voice next to him.
“No. I’m scum, and I’m broke. I’m broke scum,” he whined, rubbing his eyes furiously with the back of his knuckles before he sat up. His mother would scold him for talking to strangers like this if she could but so be it, he deserved it.
“I’ve seen scummier,” Roy cackled from his chest next to him, clearly amused by his childishness. Wait, Roy?
“Roy!” he recognized, face draining white in a panic. “Oh...Roy. I- I-“ He began to stutter, his breathing picking up.
Roy darted his eyes around to see if the people around them had noticed, then quickly leaned in, pretending to lift his coat tail out from under him as he whispered, “Shh, it’s fine. Not here.”
Danny knew what he meant. Not in public, not this open. This wasn’t the time to regret curious questions in a bar or a kiss with a man you don’t even know past a first name.
He took Roy’s lead and turned it around, grabbing his hand with both of his for a vigorous, masculine shake. “Good t-to see you again, chum, how’s the mi- I mean how’s it going?”
He could tell despite the stern expression at first Roy was hiding a small smile behind it. The dimples in his cheeks noticeably deepening when their hands touched.
A touch Danny dropped as soon as possible, unsure how long was the appropriate time for acting natural and cool.
‘Shit. Has he been waiting for me? Is he mad? Should I say something?’
His panic began bubbling to the surface again. His hands reaching up to nervously fix his tie, his collar, fiddle with the buttons on his shirt - anything.
“I started a new job,” he blurted out, “at the bank.”
Roy nodded along with him, clearly unsure of where this was going at first too. “And you’ve been too busy to call or stop by the bar at the club or…walk down the street and wave at me?”
“Yeah.” He smiled his best ‘get out of jail’ grin. “Something like that.”
“Meaning, you and I are okay then?”
“Yes?” Danny swallowed. Unsure what he meant by ‘okay’ but he didn’t want to risk pushing the issue any further and explaining why he couldn’t wave to him or dare see him at the club.
His very presence haunting his sober brain with images of their inebriated kiss replaying in his mind over and over.
Roy coughed, maybe not so subtly, to get his attention back from his momentary daydreaming. Smoothing his thick black hair under his hat. “Now, it’s not the ‘bank’ getting you down, is it?”
Danny shook his head no.
“Then what’s got you so blue?”
“Girl troubles, roommate troubles. Both I suppose.”
Roy leaned back in his seat, nostrils flared, scraping some lint from his pants. “I see. I didn’t realize you and Jinkx were going steady.”
“No, we’re not. I don’t think we are. I mean, I - see, why do women have to be so damn complicated!” he huffed, crossing his arms like a rotten child. “You know a girl over eight years, she insists that all she wants is to stay your friend. Promises you nothing will come out of it and then bam!” He smacked his hands together. ”Suddenly she wants flowers and dinners and rings.” Hyperbole of course, but Roy didn’t know that.
“Sounds like you need a drink,” he tried sympathetically suggesting. Drumming his fingers on his knee while he waited for Danny to deny his request, but when neither could think of a good reason not to they settled it.
Roy stood up and pulled on the lever, asking the driver to stop the bus, directing Danny to come with him.
Danny was a bit hesitant about missing another day of work, but Roy reasoned with him that as long as he called them from the phone both outside the club and claimed he had a terrible cold, what could they do? It’s not like all of New York would come to a standstill because one bank teller had to miss a day’s work.
Besides, it was easy, he realized, mimicking Roy’s speech to his own employer, the same woeful little cough and clogged nose bit that a school boy would try with their mother.
“I thought you made costumes for movies?” Danny asked, confused when they finally made their way inside a depressing little dive bar tucked between two restaurants.
Roy hadn’t called a company or studio like he anticipated; he called the owner of the Pink Flamingo Club, pathetically promising to work every opening and closing shift for the rest of the week.
“That’s just Jinkx being facetious. Most of the time, I work behind the bar at the Pink Flamingo. A friend of mine who works in pictures calls me up to do jobs when something comes up that’s up my alley. Then I go back to the bar, so I can earn enough to last me till the next picture, rent a new closet to live in and sling drinks to keep from being broke. Or bored to death in some godforsaken office job.”
“Wow.” Danny gasped, amazed either way by how much more impressive his job description sounded than his own. As if every job didn’t sound more impressive than his own. “You’re like a superhero with a double life.”
Roy’s face completely broke at the seriousness in his compliment, making Danny click just how absurd what he said sounded. It was nice though, seeing him so happy, it made you feel at ease with the lightheartedness.
“I’m no Clark Kent, kid.” He kept cackling loudly even when the bartender slid their drinks over. “I just like to work while I can, you know. And be grateful for it.”
“I guess…” he sighed.
The shift in his attitude must’ve been a lot more noticeable than he believed as suddenly Roy’s tone softened. Guiding him to go sit in the back corner of the bar where they were hidden in the shadows, free to discuss all his woes with their 8am liquor.
First, he was a bit reluctant to share, so he asked Roy some questions about his own life, and where he came from. Roy told him about immigrating from Cuba, to which Danny had to bite his tongue to stop himself from asking like Desi.
However, Roy obviously either got that question regularly, or knew Danny well enough at that point, and acknowledged it before he could with a snippy, “Not like Desi. We were poor and Papi didn’t own half the fucking country…but I do like their rum.”
He talked about the few movies he’d worked on, talked about the actresses and actors he got to meet that made Danny swoon. He even mentioned how he'd been a veteran of the war, stationed in France during the invasion and then Australia - Danny made a note to ask him if he knew Courtney's elusive serviceman at a later date.
Eventually, as Danny grew more comfortable, it was more give than take. He began rattling off every single life event since his first day in kindergarten, when a little boy kicked sand onto his apple, but Roy listened and gave his input on everything. Praising his honesty, encouraging him to open up more.
He’d reached a boiling point he didn’t know he had and once he let it all out, he let it ALL out. For hours, he nursed the same 2 Irish coffees, too busy talking to even take a drink anyway. It was remarkable, the conversation flowing between them as freely and naturally as lifelong friends.
He told Roy about how he rushed home the day his father and brothers returned from war, how excited he was to finally tell them about everything they’d missed, how he wanted to hug them, kiss them - anything. Something he assumed Roy’s own loved ones must have been feeling.
Instead all they did that day was plan Charlie’s funeral. All the things he wanted to share about his budding adolescent firsts seemed so small and inconsequential as he watched his mother stoically browse through caskets.
“How did they find him?” Roy asked solemnly, his warm hand hovering over Danny’s knuckles hidden beneath the table, soothing him softly, carefully.
Danny took a sip from the dismal remains of his coffee, pulling a face at the bitter bland taste before he acknowledged the question. The fact that Roy wasn’t just listening but openly and patiently inquiring into what he was saying finally gave him the courage to say the words out loud.
“He managed to make it through 3 years of fighting in the Pacific, just to crash the truck he was driving back to the base. Isn’t that just like life sometimes?” He chuckled halfheartedly to keep his voice from breaking. He couldn’t help himself from clutching at the hand still holding his, desperate for a bit of human warmth. His eyes locking with Roy’s. “Just when you think you’re gonna be okay, something knocks you down.”
Maybe it was the poor ventilation in the bar, or the alcohol he’d sipped on without eating anything besides breakfast that day, but suddenly Danny felt his head go dizzy. Everything around him was almost standing still in a fog as he watched Roy’s lips.
Pondering how he got to this moment in his life, where the only thing he wanted was for him to kiss it all better.
“I’m very sorry for your loss.” Roy broke the silence, making Danny quickly fall back into his seat, frantically rubbing his face and smoothing out his hair as if he’d just woken up from a bad dream.
“What time is it?” He flailed around, looking for the watch he’d forgotten to put on this morning when he spotted a familiar blond man standing in front of the club at the bus stop.
“Shit!”
“What? What is it?” Roy tried asking.
“That’s Willam, shit, he’s a coworker. If he sees me here, he’ll think I’m…I’m -”
Roy’s eyes narrowed. “Think you’re what?”
“You know!” Danny exclaimed, throwing up his hands in exasperation. “He’ll think I’m…like you!”
“Like me, eh?” Roy retorted, sitting back in his seat with an unreadable expression, shooting back the last of his own drink before taking out a cigarette.
Danny was frozen; he didn’t know whether to run or hide. He didn’t want Willam to see him skipping out on work and report him, but without ever having to say the word out loud he knew what he meant, and he knew he couldn’t escape it this time.
“I thought that tur-” Roy started, taking a deep breath to calm himself. Looking around at the other four people in the bar. “I thought you were implying something different.”
“I - I never implied anything.”
“Yes you did and you know it.” He gritted his teeth as if he was holding something back. “I guess I was wrong about you though, huh? Or did you just get off on the idea of messing with me? Having a nice laugh at me giving you my number.”
“No.”
“Oh, so I wasn’t wrong then? You liked it?”
“No!”
They’d once again met at that pond, lost deep, deep in some repressed memories Danny held where their eyes met, predator and prey. Kicking himself for letting this happen again.
“Hold on." He approached the subject slowly, taking a deep breath. Palms defensibly held out by his hips. “Yes. I had a momentary lapse of judgment but I’m-I’m pretty sure, I’m not like, you know,” he swallowed, “that.”
Either it worked, or Roy had gotten too good at putting on a face as he seemed to return to his usual composed self. His expression, however, still felt as if he knew more than he was letting on, like he was 10 steps ahead in a game Danny didn’t even know how to play. “Okay.”
“Huh?”
“Okay,” he repeated, taking a long drag from his cigarette as he stood up, throwing some cash on the table. “If you say so. I’ll be at the club tonight though if you want to not talk about it some more.”
“I can’t, I’m taking Jinkx out…”
“Sure you are.” He patted Danny’s chest one last time and left. Leaving him there on his own, unsure of what to do.
Luckily, he managed to sneak home just in time to avoid being caught for his little day off escapades. But when he crossed the threshold, he suddenly had the urge to wash off something dirty from his soul and immediately hopped into the small shower.
Scrubbing for ages to try and cleanse something tainted from his hair, his skin, his very spirit maybe. The water turned cold by the time he realized how shriveled his fingers and toes had grown.
“Hey!” He heard Jinkx running into the living room, followed by shoes being kicked off, a coat thrown haphazardly onto something making it rustle, and then she reached his bedroom.
He’d been standing in front of the bed with his clothes all spread out, wondering what to wear but too lost in thoughts of what Roy had said. His spirit still dirty despite the raw skin.
“Well hell-o,” she teased by digging a finger into his brief’s waistband, not so subtly looking down at his ass.
“Hello to you too.” He feigned a sense of normalcy, reaching around to give her a quick cheek peck and a big fat hug. Her boundless enthusiasm was too much for him to contain, however, as she ran out before he could fully close his arms.
Heading towards her bedroom to change into an evening dress, he gathered, by the big closet door’s signature hinge squeak.
“Listen. I know you were so sweet to promise a date for tonight but I have a show business thing I have to do.”
‘Thank god.’
“You can come though! I need to meet the new director and go over some things with him, so I suggested we meet at the club.”
‘Shit!’
“Actually, I would just feel like I’m in your way, dollface. Why don’t you go alone?” he tried to argue, leaning against the doorway, forgetting he was still in his underwear.
“Nonsense! I’ll buy you a drink and you can talk to the band boys about that audition. It’ll be great. Once you get dressed. Hop to it.” She snapped her fingers.
“Great for who?” he mumbled, almost certain she heard it.
By the time they’d met up with the director at the club, Danny’s heart felt like it was going to fall out of his ass. It was beating violently, making him nauseous, knowing Roy would take this as a win.
He tried fighting Jinkx on the matter but she seemed so insistent he come along that he couldn’t say no.
Fine, he didn’t fight that hard. He barely fought at all; he wanted to see Roy. Despite what he said, he still wanted to see him. He couldn’t stop seeing him every time he closed his eyes and he needed the real thing.
“Thank god,” he praised under his breath when they walked in and Roy was nowhere to be seen. He could relax. Coming to terms with this being some joke the older man had tried playing on him meant soon enough he could breathe normally again.
The rest of the night went great. They chatted, danced a few numbers, had a great meal and again, more than a fair share of drinks.
He felt so at ease, so affirmed in his role as the straight-laced man of the house his parents had expected of him. Jinkx was in her element, flattering the director with grace and elegance, buttering him up with invitations to dinners at their apartment as she lazily played with the button on his sleeve all night.
He finally felt like things might be all right. Ish. As always though, when things were going a little too great, he came back from the bathroom to see who but Roy and that night’s singer, Trinity, at their table.
Roy positioned, coincidentally of course, in the seat next to his acting as if he hadn’t seen him in ages. Shaking his hand and dropping a phony, “Daniel right?”
A name he knew good and goddamn well from their discussions that day that only 2 people called him - Jinkx and his mother.
Trying to keep his composure, Danny politely nodded, shaking his hand before he sat back down. Unable to follow the rest of the conversation that took place about singers, back up dancers and even costuming.
His only contribution being when Trinity asked what he did and if he was also in show business. He didn’t hear her at first due to Roy’s leg pressing against his, causing a momentary brain lapse.
“Banker.” He coughed. “Well, bank - um bank teller.”
“Oh please.” Jinkx cackled, patting his hand. “That’s just temporary, he's the best singer around here, besides myself and Miss Bonet of course.”
“Is that so?” Trinity inquired, shooting Roy a brief glance.
“Y-“
“Of course!” His drunk roommate interrupted again, making Danny purse his lips into a forced smile. “He also plays three instruments AND writes his own songs. I keep telling him he should audition for the band here but he’s a little shy.”
“That’s enough, dear.” He tried to play it cool through his blushing, struggling to tell her to shut up without using so many words.
“Why didn’t you say so? I got this little thing her first gig here, I can get you one,” Roy nonchalantly commented from next to him.
‘Oh sure,’ he thought, but the rest of the table began encouraging him to go for it. Words of affirmation made it too embarrassing to reject the offer so he agreed and followed Roy out to the back of the stage where, allegedly, the club owner liked to work alone.
“Bunny?” Roy knocked on the big red door before he pushed it open, examining the empty office space. “Guess she’s not here.”
Even if he tried, Danny couldn’t tell you what came over him, he grabbed Roy by the perfectly starched collar and slammed him against a wall. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”
“What?”
“You can get me a gig, really? And that leg thing, what's wrong with you?”
“What?” Roy asked, seeming genuinely taken aback. “I thought I was helping you? I thought we were friendly? What leg thing?”
“…oh.” Danny tried pulling away, suddenly feeling very silly, but his head was too clouded by the realization that he still had Roy pinned beneath him. Worse, that he had Roy pinned beneath him with a growing erection.
Roy had obviously noticed the bulge pressed against his thigh, as anyone would, and smirked with a slight glint in his eyes. “Not like me, huh?”
“It doesn’t mean anything.” He quickly let go, shooting to the other side of the small room like a frightened deer with his hands desperately covering his crotch.
“I’m sure it doesn’t,” Roy teased, scratching his chin awkwardly pretending to look away. “But, the offer still-uh, still stands. About Bunny, not the debauchery, or the number, as you’ve pointed out.”
“I wanted to call, um, but -” Danny tried defending but it felt pointless. He felt tired, unsure of what to do or say. Instead he just shook his head and buttoned his jacket back up to hide his embarrassment.
“I don’t understand you?” Roy crossed his arms, turning further away from him, this time with his whole body.
“What?”
“You asked me those things at the bar which, I’ll admit I took the wrong way. Clearly…” He tilted his head in Danny’s direction but kept his eyes on the wall. ”But you sat with me all day, I mean, I genuinely thought maybe you liked me.”
“Oh,” he repeated. He hadn’t considered that. Hadn’t taken Roy’s feelings into account, instead trying to think how he could still win this fight.
“Why are you hiding now though?”
“I’m not.” He was. Talking about your parents all day will have that effect on you, bringing that recognizable self-loathing back in a person. Even making him a little sheepish at that moment. "I don't want to talk about it."
"Fine. Better get back to the table then,” Roy exhaled, holding the door open for him.
He nodded, leaving Roy alone in the office.
As he made his way back to the table, defeated, he was intercepted by Jinkx going towards the bathroom, the two of them colliding into each other with a thud. Danny managed to grab hold of her by the shoulders and steady them both.
“Sorry, Doll, I didn't think to check where I was going.”
“I see that. Blood rushed somewhere else maybe?” she joked, eyeing between them where the bigger than usual bulge was still poking through.
‘Shit.’
“I guess it just…really likes running into you,” Danny quickly recovered, trying to save face before she asked too many questions.
Jinkx smiled a big grin and leaned into his ear with a husky tone, “Didn’t know you were such a romantic, why don’t I take care of that for you before we go back?”
Her whispers sent shivers up and down his back and straight to his groin, making his underwear painfully tight and his head painfully cluttered. How could he say no though? He needed to forget this day, he needed someone safe and familiar to hold onto till his world stopped spinning.
They rushed out the back door where he’d witnessed the spectacle with Courtney and a certain set of lovers, checking first this time that they were in fact alone.
They wasted no time, crashing into one another the second they established they were out of sight. Frantic kisses landing on exposed necks, lips, ears, wherever they could.
Danny’s hands cupping her face aggressively to pull her in for a passionate open-mouthed kiss. Hearing her moan, her cheeks and neck growing hot against his lips as he finally gave her the attention she’d asked for. Even if he knew it wasn’t for her, his mind could barely keep track of who it was picturing, Roy flashing into it every so often as he fought against his temptations.
“My my,” Jinkx moaned, dropping to her knees to wrestle his belt off. “Poor baby, you look like you’re fit to burst.”
“Maybe you’re just - aaah, that amazing,” he cried out when she took his thick cock into her mouth. Biting into his knuckles when the sensation overwhelmed him.
She didn’t seem to notice, or react if she did. Her red hair jostled wildly as she moved her head. Enveloping him fully, causing the thick vein on the side of his cock to pulse and his legs turn to jelly.
He held onto the wall behind them, bare palms flattened against it for support as his hips bucked wildly into her mouth. Groaning and cursing so loud and without care, he didn’t hear the door next to them open.
Barely enough for the light to poke through but enough that once he noticed, he caught Roy’s eyes watching them. His mouth opened as if he was about to say something before he saw them. An unreadable expression plastered across his sculpted face.
‘Dammit to hell,’ he cursed mentally, wishing Roy would be more animated like Jinkx with her heart on her sleeve. It’s tough enough trying to figure out what’s going on in your head let alone someone else’s.
Regardless, his own mind told him to stop, to immediately pull out and pretend nothing happened, maybe even confront Roy. Call him a bastard, a pervert, anything. He couldn’t.
He grabbed Jinkx and quickly spun her around, unable to contain himself any longer, spitting a good glob of saliva into his hand and onto his cock while she lifted her many skirt layers, reading his overzealous intentions all too well. Giggling like a lovesick schoolgirl, eager to please on prom night.
“Don’t bother being gentle,” she growled against the wall, arching her back to let him slide in and push her chest further into the bricks.
Trying to get on his tippy toes for easier access, he cursed her high heels vehemently before he grabbed onto her hips finally and dropped his forehead against the nape of her neck. Success! Sweet, sweet success.
Jinkx moaned loudly, unabashedly enjoying the moment. Distracting him briefly from the onlooker who caused this peep show to begin with.
His face tilted to the left where he could keep an eye on Roy, Jinkx pushed her hips back further with another loud wail, his own lips parting into a silent scream as her tight asshole stretched over his cock.
“That’s it. Like that,” she praised when his hips resumed their furious humping, hooking her fingers with his, unaware that while she was moaning out his name he was too busy saying silent prayers to Roy to even register.
His teeth gritted, eyes straining against the poor light so he could watch Roy for just a little longer. Studying the way his dark eyes sparkled in the softest bit of glow coming through. He’d pressed his lips into an acknowledging smile and started moving back towards the noise of the club when Danny shook his head no.
‘This is wrong.’
He knew it was. But his body craved the familiar, that human warmth again. His tipsy, confused mess of a mind however wanted the thrill of it.
He wanted Roy to see that his cock might’ve been inside Jinkx at that minute but not his mind. His mind was his to play with, to live in, not hers.
He couldn’t hold it any more, too filled with lust to care if he couldn’t last long enough, he furrowed his brows and tilted his head down as he grunted one last time. Slamming his hip bones flat against Jinkx’s round ass cheeks as he came.
Dropping his heels back down onto the ground with his twitching, limp dick sliding back out of her. His body felt as spent and tired as his soul, saying one last prayer to whoever would listen. Even if it was Roy or Jinkx. Anyone willing to hear.
“Sorry.” He whispered tentatively into her back, not just for what a mess he’d made between her legs but well, you know.
He didn’t have to say it, he didn’t have it in him yet.
“It’s okay, baby,” she reassured with a gentle lilt, taking the handkerchief he’d handed her to wipe them both clean. “You know I love it when you don’t hold back.” She turned to face him, adding, “So animalistic.”
He wondered if he should laugh at her dirty little comment but some shame still hung heavy on his shoulders. “Did you, um, should I?”
“No dear, you did good. You did very very goooood,” she praised seductively, planting a barrage of kisses on his face. Smothering him with the compliments he needed to soothe his ego.
Danny felt that pang of guilt again. Lavishing in the giddy affection he was receiving from her despite knowing that mere moments ago he pushed her aside, no pun intended, so he could focus on his fantasies again. Worried that if she ever found out, she’d think this was some sick joke he was playing on her.
When they went back inside, the director and Trinity were still chatting at the bar, presumably none the wiser of what had just occurred. No one knew, it seemed. Except Roy. Roy was sitting down in his chair with the most smug, shit eating grin plastered on his face as Danny sat down next to him.
“Where’s your little friend?” he asked, lighting two cigarettes between his teeth.
“She’s powdering her nose,” he responded, trying to avoid eye contact.
More lies. He was getting good at this, what would his mother say if she saw him?
‘When are you gonna man up and take responsibility?’
“Of course she is.” Roy leaned over to place one of the cigarettes he just lit into his mouth before the others returned. “Saw everything at Rock Hudson’s parties huh?”
“Yeah,” he winced, taking a big puff, still keeping his eyes straight ahead rather than acknowledging him.
“Yeah…”
“Don’t tell anyone,” Danny whimpered like a scared child, unexpectedly reaching his hand over, desperately gripping Roy’s hand before the others came back. Just a small act of comradery to assure him they were still okay.
“I…won’t.” Roy shifted uncomfortably in his seat briefly before snapping back to his laid back persona again. Patting Danny on the shoulder reassuringly, instructing him to follow suit. “Just act normal…”
Rock Hudson’s Parties, Chapter 1 (Jadore / Biadore) - Imafuckinglibra
Summary: A fresh faced young man gets off a bus in New York to move in with an estranged college friend, now a broadway star. Old flames flare up again but are potentially derailed when an older man’s temptations threaten to come between them.
Fair Warning : There is no smut technically in this chapter, there will be in the next chapters buuuuuut there is a pretty descriptive scene & matching slightly nsfw image (if your brightness is turned down enough you won’t see any bits, pinky promise).
“Good afternoon folks, it is currently a beautiful 76 degrees in New York City. We welcome all travelers to exit towards your left - ”
Danny drowned the rest out as mere drabble as he stared in awe of the massive bus terminal he’d climbed out at. His eyes wide and spirits high as the big skyscrapers came into view over the horizon.
“Wow.” He exhaled under his breath. “What a nice cock.”
“I beg -“
“Where’d you buy it? I’d love to get one for my new roommate.” The young man cheerfully smiled, gesturing to the ceramic rooster this new stranger next to him held under his arm.
“Oh this old thing, just over there on the corner.” The man smiled back, flicking his hat up with his index finger so he’d get a better look. “My wife saw a similar one on Father Knows Best last week and wanted one for herself.”
“The new episode? The one where Bud’s nominated the head of the decorating committee for homecoming week? Gosh that was a good one huh.”
“Well I don’t much like it myself,” It was probably obvious to anyone in the nearby vicinity that this polite man was just trying to wait for his bus in peace but our lovable protagonist just couldn’t curb his enthusiasm. “But the wife and kids love it, you know.”
“Oh, I see.” He nodded.
He reminded himself of the lectures his mother had given him, asking him not to let his naivety get the better of him while he was in New York. Her fault if you ask me for smothering him so long but he’d never admit it.
‘Remember you’ll be your own grown man now, you need to start acting it.’
‘She’s right.’ He scolded himself, standing up a little taller and finally letting the man alone at peace.
Of course old habits die a bit harder and he found himself subconsciously still swaying left to right in anticipation for the new bus arrivals. The woosh of the subway under his feet and the many, MANY names of cities and times being called out making it impossible for him to stand still. His excitement at his new life bubbling to the surface.
“Are you waiting for someone?” The stranger initiated the conversation, clearly sensing the tangible excitement coming from his right.
“Oh yes! My friend is supposed to come meet me here, see I just got in town. I’m from California, and I’ve never been to New York before but my friend, old girlfriend I suppose. Well she lives here. And she invited me to stay with her so I could try to find a job, either on Broadway or a nightclub, really anything simple would work you know. I mean I have a job but it’s - ”
“Danny!” He heard from behind.
“Please be his friend.” The man chuckled under his breath, clearly both amused and annoyed by his jittery rambles.
“Pardon?”
“Daniel,” She laughed. “over here!”
“Jinkx!” He finally spun around in the right direction to see his dear old friend running towards him. Looking livelier than he’d ever seen her, rosy cheeks and red hair full of color. Her bustline filled out and hips to die for.
“You made it! Welcome!” She cheered when they at last reached each other.
The pair excitedly embraced one another in a warm hug like only friends who hadn’t reunited in forever could. Unbothered by the crowd of people trying to push past them towards their own loved ones, including the stranger’s wife who’d joined him and his painted chicken by now.
“I say!” He teased pulling her back by the shoulders so he could get a good look. “You look phenomenal.”
“Don’t judge dear. I’ve had a long night.” She blushed, pressing the back of her fingers against her own cheek to feel how badly her temperature was rising.
“I bet.” Danny teased taking one of her hands to press his lips against them. Lovingly staring into her eyes for a minute as if years of separation had been washed away. Their bond strengthens again simply at the sight of one another. “You do look swell though, my god. Have you aged a day?”
“Many. And before you ask how many, don’t forget who’s letting you stay with them.”
“Yes ma’am.” The pair giggled amongst themselves hugging tightly once more.
The much, much better acquainted with schedules and subway numbers, Jinkx, tried to explain as best she could step by step for Danny how he was supposed to get around. More specifically, how to get to Greenwich Village where their now shared apartment awaited them.
She explained he’d find the way rather easily as their type of free spirited artists regularly crowded the streets, and would always lend a helping hand to a lost soul. However, Danny was far too enchanted by the smell of hotdogs and pretzels coming from various corners of the street.
So instead, they settled on taking a cab, partially because it was easier than trying to lug the hungry boy across a city he had no knowledge of. Mainly though because said hungry boy had promised if Jinkx paid for said cab he’d splurge on whatever lavish meal she wanted.
Or at least that was originally the deal, by the time they’d gotten home, unpacked his luggage and Jinkx had changed into a gorgeous evening dress, Danny was exhausted.
His hunger and the adrenaline of the day had worn him down to a listless wet cloth. Spread out on the living room’s couch in front of the radio with a cigarette dangerously close to falling out his fingertips and onto the meticulously vacuumed carpet.
“Say doll, what if -“
“Nooooo-uh!” Jinkx whined out, dropping her hand with the extravagant pearl earrings to her side.
“Let me finish.” He took both her hand and the earrings. “What if we go grab something at the drug store and stay in tonight hey? At 7.30 they’re airing I Love Lucy reruns. We could eat ourselves silly on popcorn and pretend it’s the pictures.”
He tried his best to keep a boyish glee on his face as she stared him down with resentment, towering over him in her high heels and arms crossed in a scolding posture.
“No. Let me finish.” She started forward, lifting her skirt up just enough to allow her easier mobility as she straddled his lap. Removing the cigarette from his hand and taking a long deep puff while she let his fingers glide from her ankle to her thighs, the thin stretch of nylon stockings the only barrier between them.
Slap!
The sting of an open palm radiated through Danny’s hands making him swiftly retreat them from her body. “You are going to take me to the club. I want a drink, a hot meal and a show all in that order. You got it!”
“Push-y.” He dragged out as she climbed off him, readjusting her ruffly blue dress to fall perfectly below the knee again. “Fine, let me go shave. I’ll be with you in a minute.”
Reluctantly he came out a new man. His stubbly chin trimmed down smoothly to a fresh clean face, side swept hair combed and pomaded back into his neat sailor cut. The pair looked positively hot to trot as they made their way out the building in a perfectly picked ensemble.
Jinkx in her new navy blue evening dress with black lace decorating her chest, not unlike one Lucille Ball had worn in a promotional shoot for her show when it was still on air as Danny had so politely remarked.
Him wearing a slightly darker blue, slightly mismatched if you look closely, suit and coat. A brown tie, the only one he could find to his dismay, and a white handkerchief tucked into his breast.
He felt perfectly grown up. Like a star in his own sitcom.
“Say, Roy! When’s that film coming out again?” Jinkx shouted out of the blue when they crossed the street towards another apartment building about half the size of theirs.
“December 4th at Radio City. Goddamn it if it isn’t my best work yet!”
Danny looked up to where the reply had come from, it was a lean hispanic looking man hanging out of the window of his 3rd story rental. A cigarette in one hand, glass in another with a magazine spread open on the ledge. His thick collared and smoothly ironed white shirt buttoned high to the neck with a green tie poking out. Suspenders hooked over his shoulders and onto his black pants showing off his sophisticated old fashion look made Danny think back to the Arrow Collar ads his father had shown him back in the day.
He flashed Danny a coy smile as he took another puff, trapping him in a stare down. “Who’s that?”
“That’s Roy. He helps sew costumes for companies. You hear of that book Auntie Mame they turned into a picture?”
“Yeah?”
“He helped make and ship the costumes. Knew a guy who knew the director and he said he HAD to be the one doing those gowns and drapes.”
“Wow.” Danny blushed finally returning the smile from the man. Amazed to be in the presence, ish, of someone who worked so close to the stars.
“You coming down to the club later?“
“Maybe. Call me from the lounge will yah!” He sent them a final wink and blew them a kiss before retreating back into his building, presumably to get ready Jinkx noted.
Danny was dumbfounded though, how could he look so damn near perfectly put together and still need to get ready? Where were they going? The president’s lounge?
Not quite, obviously. They’d instead end up in a loud jazz club hidden behind some stairs leading underground. Like a final barrier you had to cross before the doors swung open into magic.
Well, magic covered in a lot of suede. The club was divided into two sections, the dining hall up some steps to your left. Where you could sit more quietly, enjoying the music and some food rather than participating in the show. Then the lounge if you kept going straight past the entrance. It had a decently sized, wooden stage at the far end of the room, big enough for a full band of tubas, saxophones, bass players, big drum sets - you name it.
Chairs and tables lined up past an imaginary line in front of the stage for guests to sit and drink during the performances and of course, the pièce de résistance, a full bar lining the wall on the right.
His eyes lit up with wonder and awe as a dangerously tall woman with tanned brown skin and silver hair took his coat off. Her long slender fingertips sliding over his shoulders, smoothing any crinkles in his suit jacket.
Jinkx quickly guided him down to a table near the middle, she claimed it would give them the best view while keeping a close enough spot to the bar that they wouldn’t have to wait long for drinks.
Danny however assumed it was because there was already a gaggle of guys and girls hanging around it gushing over her when she rushed in.
They hugged and kissed her left and right, praising her performances the week before at rehearsals and complimented her dress choice for the evening. Ooh’s and Aah’s galore as she twirled her hips side to side to make the length of the dress dance and sway beneath her.
Danny waited patiently with his hat in his hands for someone to acknowledge him when a short blonde woman in a skin tight pink sheath dress walked over. Her hair perfectly coiffed up in short curls and delicate, light make up made her look as though she’d just walked off the set of a picture in Hollywood.
“Well well, what did the cat drag in?”
“Good evening.” Danny politely smirked at her when she held her dainty hand out for him to kiss. She had an intriguing air about her, as if she knew you wanted her despite her being forever out of your reach.
She eyed him like he was the last glass of water in a dessert, casually leaning onto his shoulder as if they’d been friends for ages. “Where you from young one?”
“California, ma’am. Azusa.”
“My, you are far from home.” She cooed tilting her head inwards.
“You’re one to talk.” He quipped right back. “Long way yourself, what’s a pretty Australian girl doing in a dive like this?”
“Maybe a cute serviceman brought me to see the wonders of the big city.”
She swayed around him effervescently as if to signal she might be done with the conversation for now, but that she definitely wasn’t done with him just yet.
“They got too busy to send you back.” He teased allowing her to keep his gaze captivated just a tad longer.
Her long, pointed nails pinching his cheek before she glided away. “Too distracted.”
‘I bet.’ He sighed to himself unable to look away from her hypnotic swaying rear desperately pushing the fabric of her dress to the limits.
As if it had been nothing but an illusion, when he turned his gaze away finally Jinkx had been introducing him, clearly unaware of the little cat and mouse act he’d just taken part in.
He courteously greeted everyone, shaking their hands or planting a kiss here or there on a cheek, whichever was appropriate, and sat down for the drink, dinner and a show he’d promised.
He hadn’t realized people could blather so much until the drinks began pouring, the quick meal of a small serving of steak and greens not nearly filling his belly as much as the bourbon, gin, vermouth and rum did.
Not that he minded, in fact, Jinkx had been right. Once he got into the swing of it his low energy from earlier had disappeared and instead been replaced with his usual charismatic loud self.
Freely laughing and dancing with whoever would occupy him at that moment, swinging around the dance floor with Jinkx’s co-star Dela. An equally tall, equally full built woman who tittered and swung her frilled dress as they danced up a storm to every fast paced tune till they couldn’t stand any longer.
“You know you’d make an awfully pretty girl.” Shangela, a lady who’d been singing when they got there but since joined the crowd at their table, teased when he came back to fall into his seat. Her thumb’s fingernail dragging down his full cheekbone.
He had to take a minute to think of a response as he sat with a confused grin on his sweaty face making their compatriots chuckle.
“You never play dress up? Not even your momma’s girdle?” She continued teasing.
He finally took a sip of his drink and leaned back casually throwing an arm around Jinkx’s chair; content in his masculinity yet again. “No ma’am. My dad fought in the wars, what would he think?”
“Well I don’t know about him, but nobody seemed to mind when I did it.” Raja, the tall smoldering hot woman who took his coat, remarked as she walked past the table.
Thrown by the comment Danny sprang upright in his seat, coughing up the cloud of smoke he inhaled causing an uproar of cackling from the table yet again. The wonders of alcohol.
“There there, sweetheart.” Jinkx soothed with a pat in his thigh between her own chuckling. “I told you this crowd wasn’t for the faint of heart - shoot! I forgot to call Roy!”
She rushed up towards the big phone box hanging by the entrance to the lounge and to ring up the man they’d spoken to, shouted to, on their way in. Confirming whether or not he’d still be joining them for a few rounds of drinks before closing time.
“Don’t worry, I made it.” Someone’s hand grabbed her, keeping her from going too far. “Say what’s a nice kid like you doing with this tramp anyway?”
Danny looked up behind him to see where that familiar deep voice had come from and found a short man impeccably dressed behind him. His coat slung over his shoulder in a cool, relaxed sort of way with a bright perfect toothed smile spread between two dimples deep enough you could get lost in them.
“Hopefully some unspeakable things if I play my cards right.” He slurred.
“In your dreams!” Jinkx slapped him, making the table erupt in a raucous laughter yet again when she sat down. “Why I was just about to call you.”
They were caught right in that sweet spot of heavy drinking where you still believe you’re sober enough even though you’re barely speaking more than a babble.
Riding that high of alcohol and a head rush from too much smoke inhalation in a small, contained room that made even the most mundane of jokes sound like the funniest punchline you’d ever heard. Making Danny a little more rude than usual as he ignored Roy speaking.
“Ah give us a kiss, my little apple.” He jeered as he grabbed her face with both hands to pull her in for even the smallest of pecks.
“Never mind that I assumed you’d been…occupied.” The man averted his eyes as if hiding from something, his big nose scrunched up towards Raja who’d come to take his coat finally. Gliding away with it leaving only a wink and a quick pat on the tush as a sign of her presence.
Finally he turned back, exhaled sharply and slapped Danny square and hard on the flat of his back making him jump. “Girls like her don’t give free kisses in the big apple, son.”
Jinkx seemed to ignore him and pouted her lips in Danny’s direction anyway. “For you, I’ll make an exemption any day, my sweet.”
“Woo wee! Say a guy can get used to this life!” Danny cheered, pretending to loosen his tie like an over exaggerated cartoon wolf. Interrupting himself by swinging his body towards the band. “Boy these guys are great!”
“Maybe you should audition.”
“Oh I can’t do that!”
“Danny?” Jinkx smiled at her innocent friend. “New York isn’t like Hollywood. Here the pictures are just another step away from the little people sure but, Broadway is where you want to be.”
“Where does that land the band then?” He asked, confused.
“These guys aren’t big shots. They’re the little people, the nobodies, the first step in the door. Everyone has to start with them.”
“You sure?”
“Of course I’m sure! How’d you think I got spotted for my role?”
“On your knees mostly.” He snarked looking around if Roy had caught his rude little joke but the man had already left their table to go mingle by the bar, presumably feeling unwelcome.
‘Pity. I’ll catch up later I guess.’ He thought watching his real life Arrow Man elegantly stroll to go hug some friends.
Between the dancing, smoking and endless supply of drinks flowing freely Danny had become quite inebriated without what seemed like much effort. He didn’t realize it himself until he finally went to stand still long enough at the cigarette machine, waiting for a new pack. His head had gone fuzzy and his mouth dry, scratchy from all the tobacco he’d inhaled, or from the screaming over jazz riffs. Who knows.
“I - I - I need a - hey! I -“
“Aye yay yay!” His compatriots mocked him, too incoherent in their own drunken stupor to notice just how desperately he’d begun searching for a bathroom in the unfamiliar setting. Practically hopping about at this point.
He gave up and figured the hell with it, rushing out to go pee on either the sidewalk or the alley, whichever he found behind the door closest to him.
“Oh thank god.” He sighed just in time for the flood of piss to miss his pants.
He steadied himself against the wall with one hand and tried taking deep breaths. Using this minute out in the cold autumn air to clear his head just enough to feel like himself again.
“Oh baby…right there. Don’t move.” He heard moaned behind him.
“Wha -“ He tried turning his head slowly over his shoulder, curiosity getting the better of him but self preservation telling him to stay blended into the dark just in case.
“I said don’t move!” The voice moaned a little more authoritatively.
“Sorry baby, it just feels so good. It’s him, he’s not doing his part of the holding.”
“Fuck.” Danny gasped when his eyes focused on the bundle of moaning bodies in the corner of the club’s alley.
Tucked between a strapping set of young boys, Courtney, the blonde who teased him so earlier, was blissfully moaning with her eyes pointed past him. When he realized this his blood went cold, waiting for her to notice and shout something at him or charge her lovers at him.
“Oh…good boys.” She purred, kissing up one of their ears with a devilish grin while the other in turn bit into her nape.
Her leg & dress hooked over one man’s forearm, giving him an excellent view of her pretty pink pussy being pounded.
The one at her back perfectly on time with the hum of the band’s music, slamming into her with deep strokes.
Her painted eyes framed by beautiful blonde curls flowing down her sweaty forehead, emphasizing her allure like a panther watching a deer caught in her crossfire, as if she was inviting him to stay longer.
Danny wasn’t sure what to do, a guilty little twinge of arousal tugging in his slacks. Perhaps he should say something?
“Nice night for it ey?”
‘No, idiot, no! Shit.’
“I swear I didn’t see anything!”
‘That’s even dumber! Just get out of here!’ He scolded himself. Pulling his gaze away from the trio so he could rush back inside before anyone went looking for him.
“There you are! I was just looking for you!” Jinkx exclaimed when he crashed into her behind the door. Too late.
“I was um, outside, looking for the bathroom. You know me and directions.” He tried laughing it off. Simultaneously trying to shut the door behind him and keep her deterred from peeping through it.
“Why didn’t you say so silly.” She teased dragging him by the collar to another door. “It’s right here.”
“Um.” He gulped as he realized she was pushing herself through the door with him, managing to easily pin him against the single stall door with lust in her eyes.
‘What they put in the water here?’ He panicked.
“Unspeakable things huh?” Jinkx cooed against his lips, crashing their bodies together for a manic make out session. Maybe on another night Danny would’ve discouraged this behavior, no he wouldn’t.
Who’s he kidding, this is great.
He feverishly returned the kissing, their lips parting just enough for inhaling fresh air between desperate moans. If he had the right sense he’d probably rip that gorgeous dress off her right then and there but he couldn’t, too many layers and too many people on the other side of that door persuaded the rational part of his mind better.
Jinkx ignored this simple line of thinking and reached for his hand, guiding it slowly to her undercoat, up her thighs and between her legs.
“Oh god.” Danny whispered, feeling unable to tear himself away from the heavy petting. Logic and rationale leaving his body momentarily as he fought to stay calm and more importantly, discreet.
His mind rushed with previous images of Courtney stuck between her lovers, her breasts heaving into the tight vested chest of the blonde boy holding her up.
His muscle toned forearm pulling her up into himself with force - strong, masculine force.
“No. When we get home.” He pulled himself off and away when his fantasies had drifted too far. “Later.”
Jinkx moaned one last time as he bit onto her smudged swollen lip. Agreeing to contain herself for one more dance number before they’d call it a night.
Danny quickly helped her fix her makeup with a wet piece of toilet paper in the small cracked mirror hanging near them. Ready to resume their drunken partying as if absolutely nothing had changed except the confirmation about their intentions.
“Heeeey. You get your drink?” Roy inquired, grabbing Danny by the arm when he tried walking out the bathroom.
“Uh…no, sir.”
Thinking on his feet he managed to maneuver them both using an equally tipsy Roy’s body weight against himself, redirecting them away from the slightly less than disheveled Jinkx, who was still hiding in the bathroom waiting for the coast to clear.
“Well let’s fix that.”
Phew.
“They’re gonna start cleaning soon so this is more a last call deal, got it?” Roy grumbled as he struggled to pull the cork off a bottle of cheap looking whiskey. Sighing defeatedly when he remembered the bottle was in fact a twist cap, an authoritative wave of his index finger shushing the snickering younger man.
Danny pretended to zip his lips, mulling it over while Roy poured the drinks. His lips kept shut, pinched between his thumb and index finger before he caved, letting his thoughts out aloud. “Lemme ask you a question, Mr Designer.”
Roy looked the boy up and down, examining him with an imaginary magnifying glass before he stood taller, ready for the kill. Slugging one of the whiskey shots back before he answered. “Those pants are horrible. They don’t fit yah and the jacket is even worse, ugh. Stop by my place next week. I’ll tailor the shit out of it for you.”
“Why you - I ought - you know, you’re an asshole.” Danny huffed.
Did he take the insult a little too personally, perhaps. Maybe it was just thanks to the liquid courage still flowing through him. Or the stress. Or the travel fatigue. Who knows. Who cares? He’d gotten under his skin.
“Careful.” Roy grinned. “Language like that can get you arrested.”
“Wha-huh?” The younger’s face dropped like a school boy who’d just been scolded.
“I’m kidding!” He laughed. “Say whatever the FUCK, you want around here. Nobody cares, they’re all degenerates.”
“Oh…”
“Now seriously. What was so pressing?” Roy assured him, handing his glass of whiskey over to him. Their fingertips barely touched as if Danny imagined it. It could’ve been just his watch strap, he told himself, probably was but he couldn’t tell.
Shaking off this feeling of butterflies in his stomach Danny blurted out. “Is it true what they say about men who wear matching ties and pocket squares.“
“Let’s say it is.” Roy answered hushed, his voice low, barely an echo. Suspicion in his eyes he casually tucked the green fabric in his breast pocket away and out of sight.
“Oh I wasn’t going to say nothing, I just meant. You see a lot of those in, in Hollywood you know.”
“That so?”
“Yeah. I knew a friend who said their cousin worked for one of the guests’ at Rock Hudson’s parties. He saw everything.”
“And how did you feel about what your friend’s cousin’s employer saw?”
It felt by his tone as if they were both testing the water, slowly leaning down into each other’s gaze like a predator and his prey observing one another across a pond. Taking a slow drink from the rim of his glass as if it could be the last before disaster might strike. The air disappears, evaporating into thick tension.
“I felt,” He gulped. “Like, maybe, New York might not be all that different.”
“It’s not.”
Roy continued observing him, the tension between them rising as if someone had suddenly turned up the thermostat to 100. “Come to my room with me, I might show you.”
“Okay.” He gulped again, loosening the tie around his collar to get some much needed air as soon as Roy turned away from the bar towards some men in overalls.
“Y’all are late. If the Lady herself sees this she’ll throw a fit, and then all three our asses on the street.”“Who’s the lady?” Danny asked Dela who’d walked up behind him with his hat and coat.
“The club owner, you’ll meet her eventually when you audition.”
‘Right’, he thought. He’d never even stopped to consider he’d be auditioning for more than just the few band members they saw earlier. This wasn’t like the high school kid ensemble he played for, this was the real deal, the thing he’d come here to do. He had to actually DO it.
“You.” Jinkx smiled tapping Danny on the shoulder, shaking him out of his thoughts. “Have my car keys.”
“Nope. I definitely don’t.”
“Well damn, then it’s true.” She whined. “We do really have to walk home.”
“Yes we do.” He smiled sympathetically.
He knew she might feel better from walking home in the cold air and maybe a cup of coffee or two but realistically, in the morning, she’d be royally fucked.
While he was getting his things in order - button up the top button of his shirt again, make sure his belt wasn’t too loose, put on his hat etc. Courtney had returned, boyless. He blushed at first when he saw her and pretended to fiddle with his coat buttons instead, doing and undoing the same one as if it was stuck.
She however, wanted to be seen, she went up to him and with a simple little tug and pull managed to do all his buttons and readjust his tie for him.
With the lights on again Danny could suddenly make out something about the boy whose fingers were inside the blonde not 5 minutes ago, he’d come to the bar to collect his tips for the night except he, was a she.
His eyes flicked rapidly between Courtney and the emcee, trying to glance at the fake mustache painted on her face and the massive set of tits hanging out her now open vest. How he’d missed it earlier stumped him. Then again, he was focused on better views.
“We live just down the street that way, a skip and a jump really, you wouldn’t mind being a responsible young lad walking us ladies home would you?” Courtney tempted him once more, their gaze simultaneously tracking towards each other off of the woman.
“Of course not.” He twitched a smile, catching Roy gesturing to him out of the corner of his eye.
“You ready? Just have to grab my coat.”
“Oh.” Danny panicked, quickly grabbing him by the suspenders as if he was fixing them but rather he was using it to lean a bit closer for privacy. “Listen. She’s not so peachy right now, and they, Courtney and - and Dela, they need a chaperone. Do you think we can walk them home and call it another day?”
“Absolutely.” Roy smiled unfeigned by this rejection.
Danny’s head was spinning again and he couldn’t tell if it was still the alcohol or because of all the back and forth he had to do. Maybe it was just trying to keep track of all his ducks who’d fallen out of row but he’d had enough. If this is what New York’s like, maybe he’s made a huge mistake.
“Ready?”
“Mh hm.” His voice squeaked nervously but nevertheless he pressed on.
The group managed to occupy themselves on the, supposedly, short walk by singing show tunes and reminiscing about their own first nights in the big city. Making Danny feel a little less like a fish out of water and more normal.
Normal enough until Jinkx cracked a joke about how lucky the ladies were to each have a man on their arm. Except for Courtney of course, but she quipped back with a wink about having enough of her fill making Danny blush all over.
By no means had he been a prude, in fact he’d always considered himself rather free minded, open, a regular partaker if you will. He’d had his fair share of girls even in high school, in college he had some of the other boys’ share too. Never two people at the same time though he thought, and another man. Oh god. Another man.
Roy was right there, he’d forgotten about the conversation they had earlier and now that he’d sobered up what he’d agreed to suddenly sounded so much scarier…but almost, sexier.
His mind began filling with images of what Roy could look like under that suit while they waited for the girls to finish saying their goodnights.
The older man fueled his fantasies when he leaned close to him, lighting his own cigarette with Danny’s lighter before the younger could catch on.
‘God his lips.’ He licked his own. As if he could taste them. ‘Just look at how they wrap-‘
“She’s incontinent, Dela…but shh I’ll tell you about it tomorrow. Righty boys.” Jinkx snapped him back with a cheer as she took each man by a different arm and began walking them back in the opposite direction to their buildings.
A quip about feeling like Gene Kelly and Donald O’Connor set Jinkx off into singing tunes again. The boys were unable to control her as she merrily kept them entertained, pulling Danny free from their little trio so she could try to serenade him.
Leaving poor Roy to straggle along behind them alone all the way to his building next to theirs. Danny managed to turn back and wave goodbye just in time to see him disappear behind glass doors and kicked himself a little for being so rude.
If he could he’d kick Jinkx too but she was a little too busy occupying those legs for something else.
“All clean?” She purred, running her long red nails up and down his thighs as they stood in the shower together.
“Mh.” He sighed content.
“You should get out before you wrinkle.”
“What about you?” Danny cupped her face gently with one hand and wiped a cloth at the cum dripping off her chin with the other.
“Don’t worry about me dear.” She lulled standing back up from her knees. “You just go get ready for bed I’ll be done in a jiffy.”
He left her to her own devices and decided to rather robe up and go make another cup of tea before bed. He felt so lost at that point he didn’t know if he’d ever get to sleep. He no longer had that tight knot in his stomach from everything he witnessed at the club, that’s for sure. Jinkx made quick work of that from when she first noticed it while walking home to when they finally made it through the door.
“Where’s your sugar?”
“In the cabinet above the bread!”
Knock Knock
Danny halted his movements, waiting for another knock first or at least a reply from Jinkx. Maybe she had another guest on their way that he didn’t know about, or worse. Maybe this was the scary muggers he’d been warned about. Hoodlums out to rob them right in their own home.
“Dammit to hell,” he mustered, tying up his loose night gown tassels. “I’m a man aren’t I, I can defend this homestead.”
He flung open the door bravely as if he’d been ready for whatever awaited him, and yet, he nearly jumped out his skin when he realized it was Roy.
“Didn’t get to say goodnight.” He smiled.
He gave a quick peek around them and rushed towards the door, grabbing Danny by the neck to pull him in for an unexpected kiss. The younger didn’t even have time to feign futile resistance, his body betrayed him as his eyes rolled back into his head. Lavishing every second of this forbidden moment.
Roy was the first to move, pulling away from Danny with a snarky, “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.” Danny echoed. His voice hushed and his brain blown into a million tiny pieces trying to puzzle together what had just happened.
If it wasn’t for the cool breeze flowing in from the corridor he would’ve forgotten he was still standing by the doorway. He quickly closed it and readjusted his nightgown to cover up his cold skin, suddenly aware of the little brown notepad paper stuffed into his hand.
“Oh Daniel…” Jinkx cooed from the doorway of the bathroom in nothing but her brassiere and girdle haphazardly put back on. “Come back to momma, please?”
He stood stiff for a minute, clearing his throat and wiping at his mouth with his palm as if he needed to expel any lingering traces of Roy before shuffling the note back into his gown’s pocket.
Tapping it one last time before scurrying into the bedroom after his old flame for just one more affair. Maybe.
‘Not today,’ he thought, closing the bedroom door as Jinkx let him towards the bed. ‘Not today.’
🏳️🌈 WeHo Trans Nights: Chapter 1 (Bianca Del Rio / Kylie Sonique Love ; Multi) - Imafuckinglibra
A/N : Happy fucking pride, that’s it. I don’t care if the month’s almost over, this mini-series is my pride gift to you all and ngl myself. This was pure, unapologetic, self-indulgent smut that I wanted to exist and you know what, I am really proud of it. And yes, I pinky promise there will be art that follows for this next queue, k bye.
“…then this dumb bitch had the audacity to say, get this, people were killed at Stonewall.”
The small room filled with a loud uproar of oohs, aahs and a few laughs, none of which came from Roy. He was far too busy reposting some snide comeback he tweeted at a heckler to his Instagram, his Instagram story, Facebook, and once again on Twitter, just for good measure.
“Did you hear that?” Darienne asked, slapping Roy roughly on the back.
“Yeah bitch dumb something stonewall, so funny…” Roy drawled absentmindedly, still typing away on his phone.
Never one to shy from a good excuse to celebrate something, his best friend Shane threw an annual party to kick off pride. Always a different stupid theme and always a hotbed for degenerates.
This being the 8th year in a row, Roy had had enough. All night, he’d fulfilled his best-friend duties and helped keep everything running smoothly, as usual, but nearing the end of the party he was not in the mood for any more mindless small-talk. Even with Darienne.
Darienne, still standing beside him, sighed deeply, “Will you lighten up please?”
“Ugh, why?” he grumbled. “You know I hate pride.”
“Now, Roy…”
He felt someone’s hands on his shoulders.
“My love.” It was Shane, cooing in his ear, taking the phone out of his hand just as he hit the last post. “Can we please put the phone away for one night and engage in polite society?”
Roy blinked at him slowly, emphasizing the stupidity in his statement with a loud smack of his lips.
“Look around you,” he gestured with his open palms, “NONE of these people are polite society.”
“Well-“
“Willam sucked off a guy while he watched dog porn, I know Australians have different worldviews but we regular folk see that as…what’s the word?” Shane shifted from one foot to the other, crossing his arms in annoyance as Roy kept pretending to think. “Nasty ass shit!”
“I hate you,” Shane broke out into a laugh, hitting Roy on the arm with his bedazzled rainbow fan, a little roughly at first but then a few more times, playfully, till Roy stopped frowning.
“Okay, okay.” Roy snatched his fan from him.
“But thank you for coming to my party, even if we have so many degenerates.”
“Of course, I get my best material at your little shindigs.”
And that really was the God’s honest truth. As much as Roy loathed Shane’s parties and having to engage with so many people who he tolerated at best, it did make for some top-tier stand-up material. Material the budding comic desperately needed.
“Oh I know,” Shane nodded. “I intend to get royalties any day now.”
“Is that how it is?” He raised an eyebrow. “So this is a business affair?”
“Oh pussyface, at this point I’d settle for any affair.”
“Only if you ask nicely,” Roy shot back with a shit-eating grin, his hand sliding down from Shane’s shoulders to the small of his back.
“Don’t tempt me, I have guests to entertain,” Shane sighed, turning away from Roy and towards the room of people. “Like that one!”
Shane waved at Adore, running off to go catch up.
Roy gave the room another scan, checking for any out of place cups or spills to clean up, even sort of hoping there would be a stain on the carpet to scrub so he’d have something to cure his boredom.
Then, like a godsend, he saw her walking towards him.
“My my, aren’t you just cuter than a box of kittens on a Sunday afternoon?” Kylie whistled when she saw Roy’s outfit.
“Haven’t seen you all night, I was wondering why this party was so quiet,” Roy teased.
“Careful, one of these days I might take it personally,” Kylie smiled. She finally turned around, arms open for a welcoming hug. “Well hey there, Sugar!”
“How are you, Sugartits?” He squeezed her tight, getting a good whiff of her deliciously sweet perfume.
Roy loved getting to hang out with Kylie, rare as it was. There wasn’t a specific reason, she was just that one friend he never really got to work with regularly and thus never spent time with. But it did make reuniting so much sweeter.
They both looked at each other and gave a good exhale, neither sure what to say except the usual, “you look good” or “I’ve missed you”.
Instead they quietly made their way to the bar where the poor twink bartender Shane found on Grindr was panicking while pouring drinks, clearly out of his depth. Roy’s sympathetic smile seemed like the only comfort he’d received all night and for a second he almost felt bad for him, till he decided to note it down in his phone for later material instead.
“Well,” Kylie broke the silence first, turning towards where Willam was still telling his story. “He’s doing the Derrick bit again…never gets new material, does he?”
“Nope.” Roy popped the p for emphasis.
It seemed like every year, Willam would tell this same story, Roy would get drunk on the same cocktails and, if he played his cards right, Shane would ask him to stay over at the end of the night for a wild evening of sinfully good sex. The latter he wasn’t too mad at.
And Kylie. Every year they’d flirt a little over the same shots of tequila, catch up on what was new in their lives, and then part ways yet again. Same old same old, and this year she was right on cue again.
“I’m pretty surprised we’re dressed the same. I mean I look better but we knew,” she teased while they waited for their drinks from the struggling bartender. “I didn’t think anyone else would come as a slutty witch, let alone you.”
“Ouch,” Roy pretended to flinch, pressing his hand to his wounded chest. “Say what the fuck you really think, cunt.”
“Oh please, you can take it.”
“You like that?” Roy asked, lifting a brow. “You should see how I give it.”
Even without looking Roy could feel her hand moving slowly closer to his on the countertop. He tried to decipher if it was just his mind playing tricks on him or if she was trying to do a little more than flirt this time around.
Not that he would mind. She was gorgeous; she’d always been gorgeous but tonight, she was a downright smoke show. It was obvious how much work she put into her body just from her Instagram posts but seeing it in person was something else.
Well, that or just the obvious; the costume she wore was so small and tightly fitted it was damn near indecent.
When Shane had given the theme for the year as ‘Gay Christmas,’ the West Hollywood way of saying Halloween, he didn’t expect anyone else to even bother thinking of a witch; it was too mundane.
And yet, here Kylie stood in nothing but a corset, a lace bustle that showed off her black panties, leather opera-length gloves and boots that went all the way to her thighs. An oversized witch hat and teeny, tiny broom as accessories as if they were an afterthought to make the witch part fit.
“So um, can I ask you something?” Her fingers crawled towards him, running them over the back of his hand.
“Yeah, sure.” He casually took a sip from his cocktail as if the butterflies in his stomach weren’t going berserk.
“I need you to promise me if anyone brings out their guitar or starts singing again this year…”
“Oh god!” Roy burst out into hysterical cackling. The visions of last year’s fiasco and the horrors of 20 queers trying to sing over each other replayed in his mind.
“We are out of here!” She slapped his shoulder, joining in his laughter. “Member when uh, what’s her name?” She snapped her fingers, “the little one with the baby face and the sad songs?”
“Blair,” Roy shuddered.
“Blair!” Kylie pulled her face in confusion. “I always expect some big gal with like some unseasoned potato salad in hand when someone says Blair St. Clair, don’t you?”
“If that ain’t the honest truth, bitch.”
They clinked their glasses and each took a sip, smiling cordially at each other before they returned their focus to where Willam was starting a new story about how drunk Derrick had gotten at a comedy special they did together.
Not quite as old a story as his Stonewall tale, but once you got him going he didn’t relent on any chance to diss good ol’ Derrick Berry, especially when he was in attendance, practically blowing smoke out of his ears with rage.
“So, how’d Shane talk you into this?” Kylie asked, dragging Roy’s focus back from his phone, yet again replying to snarky comments left on his posts.
“Do you mean the party or the get-up?” He didn’t even bother looking up, too distracted in his mission to get the last word in.
“You do look fantastic in that shirt though,” she teased, fingering the little piece of loose thread around his shoulder.
Maybe he’d gone for a predictable look, a black mesh crop top that barely came up to his chest, the same leather harness every respectable queer person owned, black denim shorts, some knee length black boots (which Shane had happily provided) and a witch’s hat.
“I know,” he nodded, finally putting the phone away. “Black’s my color. Have to admit, you don’t look half bad yourself.”
“Oh I know, sugar. You don’t have to tell me.”
“I always forget just how country you are until you talk.” He smiled, a sense of homesickness tugging at his chest. “Sugah.”
“Are you tickled, bitch?”
“I am very tickled…especially by that outfit,” he whistled, making her spin around while holding her hand over her head. “You really—“
“Fill it out well?” Clearly she’d gotten this note before.
“No.” He grabbed her by the arm, pulling her roughly back against him so she’d be facing the same direction as him. “Look.”
“What?” She stopped, looking down at where he held her bicep.
“Better grab your shit…and quick.” He failed to hide an amused smile as he pointed over to where Trixie and Jinkx were setting up their chairs and a guitar.
“Oh, sweet baby Jesus…” Kylie’s eyes went wide in horror when Trixie began strumming the intro to Jolene by Dolly Parton. She quickly grabbed her drink, trying to chug the rest.
“Forget the goddamn drink, run!” Roy laughed, pushing her towards the front door with his hand on the small of her back.
*
“Is this your first time seeing my place?” she asked politely when they walked into her apartment.
“Uh, yeah.” Roy nodded. “Pretty sure, but it’s nice. Good view.”
God it was awkward.
“We don’t have to make small talk, do we?” she asked with a hesitant tone while putting down her stolen glass down on a countertop. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to talk to Roy and continue their banter from earlier, but she did have more pressing issues to take care of first.
Roy crossed his arms, his brows furrowed as if he was thinking something through, asking, “No chit chat? You sure?”
“If you are.” Kylie shrugged.
Faster than she could say flash Roy closed the distance, crashing their lips together in a feverish rush. His hands were already desperately clinging to whatever fabric he could find to rip it off of her.
“God you just got even sexier,” she breathed into his mouth.
Kylie could feel the corners of his lips twisting into a smile, presumably at the relief that he didn’t have to wait around anymore.
“Back, uh, back room, on the right,” she instructed between breathy moans, following Roy’s lead and removing the thin piece of fabric he dared call a shirt as he pushed her into her bedroom.
Their costumes flew left and right in a haphazard rush to undress till Kylie was finally down to just her corset, and Roy had to let go of her to focus.
“Lord have mercy.” He stopped in his tracks, admiring her tits when they escaped the top loosened laces of her corset.
“You like em, baby?” Obviously Kylie knew the answer, given the way his mouth practically salivated at the sight of them.
“You have no idea,” he moaned, taking one of her nipples in his mouth, causing her head to tilt back in gorgeous ecstasy as Roy’s tongue swirled around it, soothing where his teeth had grazed it.
He let the now over-sensitive bud go with a loud pop, satisfied at his handiwork, and reached for the second one, repeating every step, every bite and every lick, making Kylie practically vibrate with desire.
“Now don’t make me beg.”
Kylie’s long fake nails latched onto Roy’s ass in a desperate attempt to guide his thigh between her legs for any kind of friction as he kept worshiping her breasts.
“I can’t help it,” he murmured into her neck, latching onto her pulse point with his teeth.
“Dammit, why did I wear this stupid thing?” Kylie whined.
She hadn’t expected Roy, ever the hardass, to be so attentive or teasing, letting her get embarrassingly wet and needy before he even made an effort to remove her corset any further.
“Don’t worry baby, I got you,” he soothed, at long last pulling the laces apart.
His gentle tone was a stark contrast to the way his teeth tore into her flesh, nipping at freshly exposed skin lower and lower at a snail’s pace till his knees hit the floor.
“Boy, if you don’t-“ Kylie exhaled impatiently when he paused right at her clit, so close she could feel his breath against her wetness.
She grabbed a fistful of Roy’s hair, the fingers of her other hand spreading herself open so he couldn’t miss what she was asking. Practically offering herself up on a silver platter for him to indulge in.
Roy smirked at her, probably ready to quip something stupid back at her but she pulled his head between her legs, trapping him with a flat palm behind his head before he could even dare.
Finally obeying, his tongue flattened out against her with his eyes pointed up at her, carefully watching her every reaction to every drag of his tongue.
“Baby, please,” she moaned a little more forcefully this time, rolling her hips against him. She didn’t have the patience for teasing licks anymore. She tried angling her hips up so he’d get the message but her legs faltered.
“Woah there.” Roy grabbed onto her with both arms, steading her so she wouldn’t tip over. “Maybe we should…” He tilted his head towards the bed.
“Might be for the best,” she admitted, letting go of Roy so he could stand up.
Face to face again, Roy slipped his tongue into her mouth, letting her taste herself on him as he walked her till the back of her knees hit the bed and she finally laid down.
With his hands on each thigh and a good forceful push, he shoved her further on the bed, her head against the headboard so he’d have enough space to lay down between her thighs on the edge of the matress.
“Baby,” Kylie gasped when Roy’s thumb replaced his tongue on her clit, swiping quick circles around and around till she was breathless. Her hips thrust sporadically onto his pointed tongue, white knuckles gripping the sheets the only thing grounding her.
“Good?”
Ungodly good. Her whole body was alight, lightheadedness set in, her belly warm with anticipation, her cheeks flushed bright glowing red; all the warning signs that she was about to snap.
“Faster…”
“You’re so-“ he tried humming against her but a firm tug at his hair shut him up again.
“Don’t speak!”
It was all too much, even the way Roy was moaning into her while his hips rolled against the edge of the bed.
“Just a little more…oh god…” She sucked in a deep breath, bracing herself as waves of overwhelming pleasure crashed down on her, knocking the wind out of her till she was a softly cursing mess.
The way Roy was still trying to toy with her by tentatively licking slow strokes around her clit even after she stopped shaking, although appreciated, had left her overstimulated.
“I need a minute.” Kylie tapped Roy’s shoulder.
“You okay?”
“Are you okay?”
“Well, I’m definitely kicking myself for not doing this sooner.” Roy flashed a cheeky grin, wiping his wet chin off on her thigh.
“Oh, sweetheart.” She caressed his face, slipping her thumb into his mouth for him to suck on instead, dragging his bottom lip out. “I knew that big mouth of yours would have a good use one day.”
“Bitch.” Roy bit down.
“Why you son of a!” she hissed.
“What? Little ol’ me with the big mouth?
“If you don’t get your ass up here,” she snarled, sitting up and leaning forward enough that she could brush her lips against his, tempting him with a kiss just out of reach, “so help me…”
Roy eagerly obeyed and not particularly in the mood to mince words, Kylie pushed him down into the bed and straddled his back effortlessly in one swift motion.
“Knew those redneck Olympics would have a good use one day.”
“No more talking,” Kylie ordered into his ear, pinning him down with her body weight.
“Yes, ma’am.” If it wasn’t so cute the way he said it so earnestly she might’ve corrected him again.
She started at his shoulders, digging her thumbs into the sore muscles as her hips subtly rolled down onto him, mimicking the way he pleased himself before she stopped him.
Her hands moved lower, exploring the taught muscles flexing under her nails. Kneading his ass through his briefs till he tried to reach a hand into his underwear.
“Now you’re just being a cunt,” Roy huffed when she slapped it away.
She wanted to be generous and let him get off, sure, but not before she could have at least a little bit of fun with him as payback.
“Uh uh,” Kylie tutted. “I’m being a lady, and I’ll take my sweet time if I feel like it.”
Roy dropped his head into the pillow clutched between his fists, a deep annoyed sigh making its way through the fabric.
“What was that?” she asked, tongue in cheek, but he simply repeated the sigh, louder this time.
Kylie could tell by the tight black shirts he wore so often on stage in his Instagram reels that Roy, at the very least, kept an eye on his physique after top surgery.
She’d never seen him this naked or this up close, obviously, but she had to admit; she agreed with Roy on his stance about not doing this sooner.
He’d always been pretty thin but lately his shoulders and back had filled out quite noticeably while his waist and hips stayed as petite as ever, maybe even some new definition in his faint abs if anything.
His tight little ass, however—in his skimpy shorts, she knew it would be irresistible, imagining it as a cute little bubble butt just enough for a fist full each.
Curiosity was getting the better of her and Roy’s sighs had turned to muffled moans by now. She slid off of him and hooked her fingers into his waistband, ready to whip off his underwear in one go till she remembered he had his packer in.
“Can I take this off too?” Kylie gave his underwear’s waistband a little tug, revealing a faint hint of a tan line above his ass crack. She bit her lip, trying to hide how enticing this little detail was to her.
“Yes! For the love of God!”
“Just checking,” she lilted innocently, smiling at his impatience. She yanked off his underwear. “Oh!”
“What?” Roy shot up onto his elbows, looking over his shoulder with panic in his eyes.
“I just knew you’d have the cutest little fanny!” Kylie squealed in delight, grabbing a perfect fistful, just as she anticipated, of each cheek, earning an eye roll from Roy.
At this angle on all fours, ass up with his cheeks and legs spread open, she could see just how practically dripping wet he was.
“Poor honey bun,” she fawned over him, nails running up and down his sticky inner thighs. “You really are such a mess, huh.”
Roy bit into the pillow, refusing to give her the satisfaction she was looking for, but his legs bending to get closer to her fingers said more than any words ever could.
Kylie finally showed some compassion and gave his slit a drawn-out lick, all the way from his dick to his hole.
Roy surprised them both when he let out a loud high pitched whimper, quickly throwing his hand over his face, “Oh my god, I am SO sorry.”
“What was that?” Kylie laughed loudly, she leaned on her side to get a good look at where he was hiding his face in the pillow again.
“I don’t know!” Roy admitted, joining in on the laughter. “Nobody’s tongue’s been that far back in a while! I guess it-it took me by surprise maybe?”
“That’s okay, sugar,” she teased in a low voice against his skin, already hovering over the same spot, ready and waiting. “Do you want me to do it again?”
“Fuck…please,” Roy sighed pushing his hips back against her tongue.
He reached for his dick again, jerking himself off in the same rhythm Kylie’s tongue had set for them. Desperation palpable with every stroke or every time he’d bounce back against her.
Maybe if Roy’s muffled groans weren’t so distracting, either one of them would have heard the front door of her apartment opening.
“Hey, Kylie! Have you seen my blue work shirt?” her roommate shouted, clearly shuffling through the apartment. “I need to switch clothes, but I can’t find it-”
“Fuck!” Kylie jumped off the bed, already throwing on a robe that was sitting on top of a hamper pile nearby.
“What is she doing here?”
“I’m sorry, I don’t know, but I’ll be right back,” she whispered, quickly wiping her mouth off with Roy’s discarded crop top.
“Hey, that’s—whatever.” He gave up the fight about his shirt being a makeshift cumrag before he could even start.
While she was dealing with that mess, Roy figured he’d make himself at home. He rolled himself over onto his back and tried to get comfortable, but his erection was by now downright painful.
Just to ease some tension his fingers, lazily slid up and down around his growth till he found a rhythm he liked. Four loud buzzes from his phone on the floor pulled him back to the present. He reached down to pull it from the pocket of his shorts.
Shane J:
Hey
Shane J:
What are you up to?
“Ah fuck,” he sighed. He forgot to say goodbye to Shane before he left and now, clearly bored and/or drunk, he needed some company.
Shane J:
I need you to come over
Shane J:
I’ve got something to show you
He bit his freshly painted nails, debating what he should do or if he should say something since this situation, as fun as it was, seemed to be over.
“She’s gone.”
Maybe not.
Kylie finally came back in before Roy had time to open the messages, her untied robe already on the floor, ready to get straight to business again.
“Great.” Roy shoved the phone behind him like a child who’d been caught with it after bedtime.
“Now,” Kylie purred, climbing over the bed towards him, a huntress on the prowl. She spread his thighs open, threw her left leg over his and with a little repositioning managed to get them pressed together at just the right angle. “Where were we?”
The pressure of her body weight resting on his dick was electrifying, making his hips inadvertently thrust up against her. Finally, he could let go of that breath he’d been holding in.
“That good, baby?” she asked, leaning down to suck on his bottom lip, their hips grinding together in unison.
“I want to fuck you,” Roy whispered into her mouth, his voice practically hoarse with want.
“Then put it in.” Kylie stilled her hips and leaned back, pulling him with her till their positions were switched. Now with Roy on top and in control.
His eyes flicked between hers trying to work out what she was planning.
“What?” She slipped her fingers into her mouth, pulling them back out with a thick trail of spit. “Do you need a map?”
She took his dick between the top of her slippery index and middle finger, guiding it just a little lower towards her entrance, and he gasped at the contact.
“Fu-uck.” His eyes fluttered closed as she pushed his dick into her. He had to pace his breathing to avoid coming right then and there.
It wasn’t particularly deep, but god what he could manage inside felt fan-fucking-tastic. She was tight and wet and absolutely stunning. Especially when she grabbed his ass and wrapped her legs around his waist, holding him tightly while pushing up against his thrusts.
“You never tried this?” she asked softly, her fingers dancing along his well-sculpted chest and around his scarred nipples.
“Not exactly…” he admitted, looking down between them, slightly embarrassed for not thinking of it sooner. “But better late than never right?”
“Uh-huh,” she nodded, progressively struggling to form words as he fucked her harder, needier.
He could feel the pressure in his stomach building, the possibility of finally getting to come so close, but seeing her fall apart like this a second time was too tempting to pass up. Almost worth edging himself one last time.
His thumb was already rubbing her clit in quick figure eights again in the same way she responded to so well last time, earning louder and more full-throated moans as opposed to her cute little whimpers.
“Oh fuck…” Kylie gasped, throwing her head back onto the bed, her legs trembling as she clung to him for dear life. “Don’t stop…don’t stop…”
He could feel her tensing from deep in her core, every pulse, every flex around his growth pushing him further into oblivion. Unable to process any coherent thoughts. His hips frantically jerked into her even after her limbs went liquid.
“Keep going,” Kylie whispered, her nails deep into Roy’s ass.
“Fuck I’m gonna come!” he growled, gritting his teeth, steadying himself on her shoulders. “Are you-“
“Keep going…” she repeated.
“I’m gonna…I-” He finally came. Unabashedly moaning out any last praises in her name as his whole body ignited, like a high he hadn’t felt before and he wasn’t sure if he could come down from.
His head full of lights and tingling, his body overheated and overstimulated but he knew he needed more, he needed to come again and fast.
“A little more left in you, Sugar?” Kylie asked sweetly, wiping some sweat from his brow.
“Yeah,” he panted, desperately fumbling, struggling to find the right spot he had inside her again after he accidentally slipped out. “I just need to, shit, get this right.”
“Do you need help?”
“Fuck this.”
“C’mere, it’ll be easier,” Roy quickly scooted up to hover over her chest where Kylie waited, resting on her elbows so she’d be the perfect height.
“Jesus…Christ.” He let out another shocked high pitched whimper when her tongue circled his dick. He grabbed her head on either side, guiding it where he wanted her to suck a little harder instead.
“Don’t bother being gentle,” she purred against him, sending delicious shivers straight through his whole body, fogging up his already oxygen deprived mind even more.
“God, where have you been hiding all my life?” he joked in an effort to regain some control, fucking her face till he turned to jelly.
Legs weak, oversensitive and spent, he finally fell back, laying down opposite her; the both of them giggling at the absurdity of the night’s events that lead them here and the scattered bites and bruises they each showed for it.
“Boy, that was a blast wasn’t it?” Kylie was the first to speak, again, patting Roy’s sweat-drenched thigh.
“Fuck,” was all he managed, still a chuckle in his voice. “We should do that again sometime.”
“Yeah, some time…” she lulled, feeling around the bed for where her phone had dropped when they walked in earlier. “I mean, it’s only about midnight now, what time do you have to leave?”
“Seriously?” Roy shot up like an overzealous meerkat, looking at her in disbelief.
“Well?” She shrugged, hooking a leg over his so they were in a perfect scissor position again. “Might need a minute to catch my breath, but you tell me,” she teased, scooting her hips closer so they were touching again.
Both holding onto the other’s hips, they happily melted together again, laying back down to lazily enjoy another round as Roy sighed, “God, I love pride.”
Pride Challenge Points: 7685
