"That's because you were a jerk," Adam snarled.
"Boys," Ken said in a warning tone.
Adam sneered at Luc. "I'm pretty sure I can put up with you tagging along,ifyou behave."
Luc had to swallow down the chuckle that wanted to erupt out of his mouth. He had no intentions of behaving, especially if Magenta had a dark room, like the Vibe did. He hoped to God it did.
"I'll behave," he said, though he sure as hell hoped Adam didn't take his words as a promise.
Chapter Seventeen
Adam
Magenta wasn't exactly heaving, but then it was a Wednesday night. The atmosphere was good, with a decent amount of people on the dance floor. There was a DJ who knew how to play good music without making smart comments over it all the time. The main room was garishly painted in magenta. Even the ceiling was the same offensively bright shade of pink. The dim lights did nothing to reduce the hideousness. Adam had always found it oppressive and headache inducing, but he didn't come to Magenta for the decor. He came because, of the small handful of gay clubs in the city, it had the 'nicest' darkroom. If a darkroom could ever be classed as nice. As an added bonus, the only people likely to recognise him were guys he'd hooked up with previously and none of them would have a clue who Luc was. They could be together and no one would give a shit.
They sat for a while, each sipping from a bottle of beer. Adam switched between watching the dance floor and allowing his gaze to mentally undress Luc. His left leg jogged up and down, slightly too fast to be in time with the music.
Luc leaned over, so he could shout in Adam's ear—it was too loud to get away with whispering. "You can't be that frustrated," he laughed. "It's only been a few hours since I made you cum."
Adam half-laughed, half-scowled at him. "Maybe I have a big appetite. Do you think you can keep up?"
Luc licked his lips. "I think I can try. Want to dance?"
They gulped down the rest of their beer, so as not to waste it and then headed to the dance floor. They rested their hands on each other's hips and moved to the music. Luc was a little stiff, possibly because he was self-conscious about his dancing. Adam pulled him closer, so their groins were touching. It only took seconds of grinding against each other for them both to become hard. He let Luc go and moved behind him, putting both hands on his stepbrother's hips again before grinding and thrusting against his arse in slow movements.
He wasn't sure how long they danced. Luc eventually loosened up, which definitely made it much more fun. They moved around each other, sometimes holding one another, other times raising their arms above their heads to let the music fully take them. Their bodies stayed as close together as possible, even when they switched to facing one another, or being behind the other. They kissed whilst they gyrated against each other: mouths open, tongues exploring and dancing. Adam loved having Luc's tongue in his mouth, but it also made him remember where else Luc's tongue had been and where he'd like to put his own.
They danced until the exertion, heat and press of other bodies around them made them both drip with sweat. Luc's T-shirt clung to his chest, revealing the curve of his muscles. He wasn't as toned as Adam, but he was still pretty damned hot.
"Let's grab a drink," Luc shouted, leaning in. "I need some water."
They headed to the bar and ordered a pint of tap water each. It didn't take either of them long to down it, replacing much needed fluids that they'd sweated out.
Luc swirled his fingertip on Adam's chest, in the dip between his breastbones. "Are we going to dance all night, or did you have something else in mind when you suggested we come here?" The gleam in his eyes suggested he was hoping that was the case.
Adam tipped his head towards the far corner of the room and the door to the darkroom. "It's a lot less garish in there," he informed Luc with a grin.
"I should fucking hope so."
The darkroom was painted black, with low lighting that cast everything in a sultry shade of red. It was still brighter in the cruising area than Adam liked, but they weren't going to be hanging around. He wanted the closest thing to privacy the darkroom had: one of the thinly separated cubicles. The sight and sounds of sex were all around them. Men blowing each other's cocks was the tamest thing happening in the open part of the room. The sexy atmosphere was tainted by the sight of cleaning stations on the walls.
"Do you come into darkrooms often?" Luc asked, as they found an empty cubicle towards the back of the room. Inside, the lighting level was much darker, making it impossible to tell the natural colour of anything. Their clothes, hair and eyes looked black, their skin grey.
Adam pushed him against the wall, kissing him, before replying. "Sometimes. It's safer than going home with a guy I've only just met. Is that a problem?"
Luc shook his head and slid his hands beneath Adam's T-shirt. He ran his fingernails down Adam's back, making him shiver.
'Safer' was a relative term. As far as Adam was concerned, darkrooms had the illusion of safety because they were public. But there were still plenty of dangers: the risk of being pickpocketed, or spiked, being too drunk to realise the guy fucking you had decided not to bother using a condom. Guys often ended up blowing several guys in a night, often at the same time, which increased the risk of STIs. Adam only ever went inside them when he had his wits about him. He chose his partner before entering, and never hooked up with anyone else. If his partner suddenly suggested a threesome, he walked away. Not because he wasn't interested, the thought of it thrilled him, but because the sudden switch-up of intentions left him feeling anxious.
They contented themselves with kissing and fondling one another for several minutes, Adam grinding his hips against Luc to stimulate both their hard-ons.
"What did you have in mind?" Luc asked.
Adam hadn't thought past the need to get Luc alone again. He wasn't sure he was willing to have sex in a place that made him feel more than a little dirty. It was fine for a quick blow job, but he'd never fucked a guy in a darkroom. When he and Luc took that step, he wanted it to be somewhere less seedy. There was already too much about their union that made him feel doubtful without adding sex in a shitty little cubicle to the list.
"No sex," he said. "Not here."
Luc grabbed him by the waist and manoeuvred him towards the massive armchair that dominated the tiny space, before pushing him down into it.
