Rights

I'm standing, elbows resting on the bar, a double Beam in one hand as I lean casually back, my eyes surveying the crowd.

It's a busy night, but then at Babylon, it always is.

It could be Monday or Saturday, Valentines Day or fucking Ground Hog's Day…it really doesn't matter. Every night at Babylon's the same.

All the queers are out in full force, looking for something…anything, to make life just a little more bearable. Sadly, in many cases, they leave empty handed and hornier than when they'd arrived. My eyes seek out a familiar target and I smile, knowing that THAT is never my case.

Justin.

He's in the middle of the packed dance floor, his blond head swaying along to the blaring techno beat. His eyes switch between closed and open, his head involuntarily tipping back just a little further when they close. I see the slight smile that's spread across his perfect mouth and I can almost hear the soft hum that I know is pouring from those lips. I'm not even sure if he knows that he does it. It's almost like a satisfied purr, one that he makes when he's happy…and I smile because I know that when he's REALLY happy, he purrs even louder.

I can't help but notice the men that have surrounded him. Tall, short, thin, built…it doesn't seem to matter. Justin always attracts them.

I almost pity them, as they dance around my golden boy, hammering for even a hint of his attention…a flick of his baby blues in their direction. Desperately wanting to be the one that he chooses for the night.

But I know they're wasting their time.

Sure, they can look…and they can hope…but that's all.

I catch the disappointment that spreads quickly across their faces when he gives them a simple shake of his head or a subtle push backwards if they get too close.

I laugh to myself, wondering just how the hell any fag in his right mind has the balls to even try with him. I mean, don't they know it's pointless? They have no rights. The rights are MINE, and I intend to remind every single one of them.

I push off the bar, setting my empty glass down and turning into the crowd. As I near my goal, I feel my heartbeat quicken slightly and a shiver of anticipation run down my spine.

Justin's eyes are closed and I can't help it as my own cast downwards, catching sight of his delicious hips swaying provocatively from side to side. I lick my lips, knowing that soon I'll be doing more than just watching them. My fingers twitch, along with my dick, wanting to touch the soft skin that lays covered beneath his clothes.

Patience…not one of my virtues, but sometimes…

Moving in close, my arms come up and wrap around Justin's shoulders, staking claim to what's mine. Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a glimpse of the hopefuls scattering away, their eyes vacant and their faces resigned to the fact that they've lost out on the best thing here tonight.

I press my body tight against Justin's and feel his warm breath push out against my neck. His eyes are still closed, but the smile that's plastered across his face and the way his arms wrap themselves around my waist let me know that he's sure of who it is. He doesn't have to see me to know. He just does.

I can't resist placing a soft kiss to that spot just below his ear that makes him crazy, hearing him sigh happily in response.

My heart skips a beat and my own lips turn up into a smile, knowing that I'm the luckiest bastard in the place because he's in my arms…and I've earned the rights.

"You ready to go?" I whisper into Justin's ear, gently nipping at the lobe before pulling back.

His eyes flutter open, the blueness so honest and pure, they cut right to my soul, making it ache with need for this incredible man. And I hope, for the umpteenth time that he sees that…sees the desperation I feel for him in my eyes, as they remain locked with his.

And he smiles again…and I start to breathe again, because I know that he does.

"Yeah, let's go."

So I turn, one arm dropping from his shoulder as the other remains wrapped around them and I give a squeeze as I lead him out of the club, his arm wrapped tightly around my waist.

The message I'm sending is clear.

He's mine.

Everyone take note.

And remember it.

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