Until You Get Too Low || Brieran
New York City. A place of over twenty million people, so Kieran wasn’t ever surprised when he never ran into the same people, unless he was going to the same place multiple times. But this club had just opened up a few months back and finally it had stopped being such a craze that Kieran could actually get in and not be overwhelmed. He went in with a couple theater friends, excited to make a night of it, maybe hit on a hot stranger. After a drink or two, he was ready to start dancing, to start scoping out the club.
It was through this thorough search and eyefucking with a couple people that he stopped in his movements on the dance floor, frozen when he saw a couple moving through the dance floor to get to the bar. He slowly followed them to see if he had just been dreaming, but no, that face was unmistakable, even if his cheeks had more definition, there was more maturity in his body, even if it hadn’t been too long since he’d seen him. Well, a couple years, but what was that in the whole big picture?
Kieran felt like he couldn’t breathe, so he stayed away, simply spying on them from afar, picking up cues from what he knew about body language, about people. The older man was with him, and by the looks he gave people undressing Brett with their eyes, a possessive one as well. He’d grip his arm like he was afraid Brett would float away from him or be swept away by one of these younger men looking at him like... well, like the beautiful man he was.
He must have watched them for at least ten minutes before Brett broke off from the man and Kieran followed him with his eyes at first but then with his body, bumping into people blindly as he tried not to take his eyes off of him lest he lose contact and he melt away like he was never there in the first place, just a dream. Kieran almost lost track of him when he disappeared outside, so Kieran hurried up and stepped outside, looking around almost frenzied before he spotted him lighting up a cigarette a ways away from the entrance.
Swallowing, he slowly and quietly approached him, straightening out his snug button up with the sleeves rolled up as he pulled out one of his own cigarettes and stopped beside him. “You got a light?”