*Chester’s POV*

I sat at the bar in the most popular nightclub in L.A. and gazed around the dance floor at the couples dancing together to the over-hyped music. This club is so stereotypical, I thought. I finished my beer and ordered another.

Just as I was about to avert my gaze to the countertop, I spotted someone on the dance floor.

He danced so sexily, thrusting his hips in a way that aroused me. He caught my gaze and smiled. SHIT! I turned around to my drink so no one would see my blushing face.

I finished off my beer and got up to leave. I turned to the door—and found myself staring straight into the deep brown orbs of the man I saw on the dance floor.

I hold on so nervously

To me and my drink

I wish it was cooling me

But so far, has not been good

It’s been shitty

And I feel awkward, as I should

This club has got to be

The most pretentious thing

Since I thought you and me

Well I am imagining

A dark lit place

Or your place or my place…

“What’s up?” he said to me.

“Nothin’ much, just getting ready to go.”

“Already? But it’s only ten-thirty! Come on, you can join me for a drink, can’t you?”

I hesitated. Half of me wanted to stay with this sexy creature, but the other half wanted to leave so I wouldn’t make an ass of myself. Ah, what the hell can one more drink hurt?

“Okay, I’ll join ya.” We headed back over to the bar area and he ordered two beers. “So, what’s your name?” he asked.

“Chester. You?”

“I’m Mike.”

We shook hands and sipped our beers. The song changed abruptly and Mike said, “Ooh! This is my favorite song! Wanna dance?”

“I don’t know…I can’t dance…”

“Well, then I’ll make ya look good. C’mon.” Before I could respond he had grabbed my hand and was pulling me to the middle of the dance floor.

We lost ourselves in the seductive music, grinding against each other, dancing “suggestively” towards each other.

Well I’m not paralyzed

But, I seem to be struck by you

I want to make you move

Because you’re standing still

If your body matches

What your eyes can do

You’ll probably move right through

Me on my way to you…

Suddenly, he put his hands on my hips and pulled me close to him. I swear to God, if I didn’t know any better, I think he had an erection.

His hands began groping my ass, then roaming my body and stopping at my now hard dick. He began to stroke my hardened member through my jeans and I elicited a moan that was lost over the music.

I moved closer and latched my mouth onto his neck, leaving a mark that wasn’t going away anytime soon.

“Follow me,” he whispered in my ear. He pulled me through the hoards of dancing bodies and into the restroom.

I hold out for one more drink

Before I think

I’m looking too desperately

But so far has not been fun

I should just stay home

If one thing really means one

This club will hopefully

Be closed in three weeks

That would be cool with me

Well I’m still imagining

A dark lit place

Or your place or my place...

Mike closed the door behind us and locked it, then pushed me against the wall and sent his lips crashing into mine.

Our tongues battled one another in our feverish kiss. He finally pulled away and said in a hoarse voice, “Clothes. Off. Now.”

Breathing heavily, I pulled off my T-shirt and tossed it aside. As I pulled the rest of my clothes off, Mike began to undress too.

Soon our clothes were in piles around the small bathroom. He picked me up and sat me down on the counter where the sink was located. Using the soap as lube, he applied it to his erection and placed it at my entrance.

Well I’m not paralyzed

But, I seem to be struck by you

I want to make you move

Because you’re standing still

If your body matches

What your eyes can do

You’ll probably move right through

Me on my way to you…

“You ready?” he asked me. I nodded, and gritted my teeth as he pushed his hard, eight-inch dick into my tight opening.

He gave me time to adjust to the feeling. I motioned for him to move and he pulled out of me and slammed back in, hitting something that sent waves of pleasure through my body and made me see stars.

He wrapped a hand around my hard-on and began to stroke it in time to his thrusts. “Ches…ter…” he moaned.

Not paralyzed

But, I seem to be struck by you

I want to make you move

Because you’re standing still

If your body matches

What your eyes can do

You’ll probably move right through

Me on my way to you…

“Mike…I’m gonna…oh fuck…”

And with that, we came at about the same time. I released myself into his hand as I felt him fill me with warmth.

He rested his head on my shoulder as we tried to catch our breath.

Oh, what you can accomplish in a nightclub…

You’ll probably move right through

Me on my way to you…

END

A/N: If you haven’t heard “Paralyzer” by Finger Eleven, download it now.