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[October 25th] [Original] Test
Title: Test
Day/Theme: October 25: Coca neon kamera sutra
Series: Original (Diana and Belle #25)
Character/Pairing: Jonathan/Evan
Rating: PG-13 (a little swearing this time)
Author's Note: In the Coca neon kamera sutra :)
The Coca Neon Kamera Sutra was the hottest new club in town. It was a 80s club reincarnated into a more techno leaden and technologically savvy era, mixing 90s club black lights and chemsticks with 80s neon clothing that glowed in the dark anyway, with a twist of Middle Eastern belly dancing and haunting melodies.
In other words, it was Evan’s favorite place to be on a Friday night. It was not Jonathan’s, however, and it was all Evan could do to get his love into the place.
Jonathan wouldn’t explain himself, either. When questioned, he gave some vague response, like: “It’s too loud,” or “We stay out too late when we go.” Evan knew there was some other reason, and tonight he was going to find out what.
As they wove their way past the gyrating bodies to the bar, Jonathan was tenser than usual. Evan frowned as he paid for the drinks. Maybe this wasn’t a good night to check up on what was wrong. It was too late though, he’d already made his plans.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, trying to take pity on his boyfriend.
“You look like a slut,” came the mumbled reply, and Evan felt insulted. He thought he was more than modestly dressed, in lime green exercise shorts that came to his knees, a mock hula-skirt of thin glow sticks tied to a belt, and a midriff reaching lime and black top. Jonathan hadn’t even changed, and was wearing boring jeans and a black t-shirt.
At midnight he was ready. Breaking the chemsticks and leaving his sulking love at the bar, he headed out onto the dance floor, not far, but far enough he looked a little less attached than he was. He started to dance, transferring his frustration into sensual energy. It wasn’t hard, because he loved to dance. Some of Jonathan’s friends said he must be part succubus, which he thought was a very apt description, baring the fact that he was male…
She appeared before too long, an energetic girl with high swept brown hair and moves more athletic than her slightly plump figure might suggest. She was sexy in her tight jeans and white beaded top, and she moved towards him with intent. He welcomed her into his circle of space, and they began to dance.
Evan was enjoying himself. It had been long time since he’d gotten naughty on the dance floor, and it felt good. Best of all, it was getting Jonathan’s attention. He was shifting in his seat, trying to look at them and not look at the same time.
Evan was wondering if his plan was going to fail. Jonathan hadn’t done anything more than twitch a little. He was just about to give up when Jonathan slipped off the stool and walked off. Evan grinned at Diana and worked his way through the crowd after his lover.
He cornered him on the balcony outside the club. Jonathan wouldn’t meet his eyes.
“What’s wrong?” Evan asked, trying to sound innocent and surprised. To his utter amazement, Jonathan responded by shoving him against the wall. Evan had barely registered that Jonathan hadn’t hurt him when his lover loomed over him and asked him through gritted teeth:
“Why are you playing games with me? Isn’t it enough that I come with you in the first place, even though I hate it? Do you have to rub it in by getting down and dirty on the dance floor with my best friend from high school?” Evan’s eyes went round. He had no clue Jonathan knew Diana… He barely regained enough composure to ask:
“Why does it bother you so much?” Jonathan just stared at him like he was an idiot.
“Why do you think it bothers me? Do you have any idea at all?” Evan got annoyed.
“I have no fucking clue! Why the hell do you think I’m checking?” Evan tried to uncorner himself, but Jonathan pushed him back. His lover had never seen that cold look in his eyes before, and never wanted to again.
“Did it ever occur to you that if I lose you, I’m going hate myself for the rest of my life?”
Evan just shook his head, lowering his eyes, the words echoing in his ears. Jonathan finally backed away, and his lover didn’t protest when he was led back to the car to go home.
Day/Theme: October 25: Coca neon kamera sutra
Series: Original (Diana and Belle #25)
Character/Pairing: Jonathan/Evan
Rating: PG-13 (a little swearing this time)
Author's Note: In the Coca neon kamera sutra :)
The Coca Neon Kamera Sutra was the hottest new club in town. It was a 80s club reincarnated into a more techno leaden and technologically savvy era, mixing 90s club black lights and chemsticks with 80s neon clothing that glowed in the dark anyway, with a twist of Middle Eastern belly dancing and haunting melodies.
In other words, it was Evan’s favorite place to be on a Friday night. It was not Jonathan’s, however, and it was all Evan could do to get his love into the place.
Jonathan wouldn’t explain himself, either. When questioned, he gave some vague response, like: “It’s too loud,” or “We stay out too late when we go.” Evan knew there was some other reason, and tonight he was going to find out what.
As they wove their way past the gyrating bodies to the bar, Jonathan was tenser than usual. Evan frowned as he paid for the drinks. Maybe this wasn’t a good night to check up on what was wrong. It was too late though, he’d already made his plans.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, trying to take pity on his boyfriend.
“You look like a slut,” came the mumbled reply, and Evan felt insulted. He thought he was more than modestly dressed, in lime green exercise shorts that came to his knees, a mock hula-skirt of thin glow sticks tied to a belt, and a midriff reaching lime and black top. Jonathan hadn’t even changed, and was wearing boring jeans and a black t-shirt.
At midnight he was ready. Breaking the chemsticks and leaving his sulking love at the bar, he headed out onto the dance floor, not far, but far enough he looked a little less attached than he was. He started to dance, transferring his frustration into sensual energy. It wasn’t hard, because he loved to dance. Some of Jonathan’s friends said he must be part succubus, which he thought was a very apt description, baring the fact that he was male…
She appeared before too long, an energetic girl with high swept brown hair and moves more athletic than her slightly plump figure might suggest. She was sexy in her tight jeans and white beaded top, and she moved towards him with intent. He welcomed her into his circle of space, and they began to dance.
Evan was enjoying himself. It had been long time since he’d gotten naughty on the dance floor, and it felt good. Best of all, it was getting Jonathan’s attention. He was shifting in his seat, trying to look at them and not look at the same time.
Evan was wondering if his plan was going to fail. Jonathan hadn’t done anything more than twitch a little. He was just about to give up when Jonathan slipped off the stool and walked off. Evan grinned at Diana and worked his way through the crowd after his lover.
He cornered him on the balcony outside the club. Jonathan wouldn’t meet his eyes.
“What’s wrong?” Evan asked, trying to sound innocent and surprised. To his utter amazement, Jonathan responded by shoving him against the wall. Evan had barely registered that Jonathan hadn’t hurt him when his lover loomed over him and asked him through gritted teeth:
“Why are you playing games with me? Isn’t it enough that I come with you in the first place, even though I hate it? Do you have to rub it in by getting down and dirty on the dance floor with my best friend from high school?” Evan’s eyes went round. He had no clue Jonathan knew Diana… He barely regained enough composure to ask:
“Why does it bother you so much?” Jonathan just stared at him like he was an idiot.
“Why do you think it bothers me? Do you have any idea at all?” Evan got annoyed.
“I have no fucking clue! Why the hell do you think I’m checking?” Evan tried to uncorner himself, but Jonathan pushed him back. His lover had never seen that cold look in his eyes before, and never wanted to again.
“Did it ever occur to you that if I lose you, I’m going hate myself for the rest of my life?”
Evan just shook his head, lowering his eyes, the words echoing in his ears. Jonathan finally backed away, and his lover didn’t protest when he was led back to the car to go home.