Dumb Blond

Chapter 6

Brian sat through the whole lineup of acts at Club Emvic, and he did that without even knowing for sure that the Dumb Blond would join him when the night was over.  All Brian had was Emmett’s promise to tell the dancer that Brian had requested him to join him for a drink.  That wasn’t much to rely on, but it was a testament to Brian’s desire to know more about the enticing dancer, that he was willing to sit there through another set of performances.

The amateurish nature of the performances seemed to have improved a little even since the previous night when Brian had seen some of the men go through their acts.  Brian felt a little better for his friends that the talent level was improving.  Things at the club might be looking up.  Even the guy with the big dick seemed slightly more entertaining. 

And then the Dumb Blond was on the stage once again.  Brian watched intently, although to look at him, he gave every appearance of not caring a fig about what he was watching.  As the act neared the end, Justin’s eyes locked with Brian’s as they had that first night.  Brian felt a jolt of electricity hit him as they silently acknowledged each other.  Justin didn’t smile at him.  He didn’t smile until after he looked away.  And then once again the act was over.

Brian waited and watched.  Some of the dancers, mostly the ones who performed earlier on the roster, gradually filtered out into the main part of the club.  Dressed in street clothes, it was often hard to distinguish who the dancers were.  Men stayed at most of the tables, drinking and also waiting.  Some of the dancers went directly to a certain table, as if the rendezvous had already been arranged.  Some stood by the bar sipping a drink and looking out at the men who still remained.  Occasionally one of the customers would get up from his table and approach a man at the bar.  They would usually leave together after a few minutes of conversation.  Brian was sure he knew what they were going to be doing.

Adam Adonis, the dancer with the big dick, shoved the chain and velvet curtain aside and entered the club.  That caught the remaining men’s attentions.  Adam headed for the bar and three men converged on him there.  Brian could imagine why he was so popular, and wondered how much extra he made from his admirers once his work at the club was over.  It wasn’t long before Adam and one of the men left.

Brian saw the other two men sit back down with their drinks.  He frowned.  Maybe that meant they were still waiting to hook up, and the only dancer who had not appeared was the Dumb Blond.  Did they think they were going to latch onto the blond?  Brian had to wonder if his blond – and as stupid as that seemed, he did think of the exotic dancer as his blond – also made arrangements with men at the club.  Certainly that hadn’t happened the other night.  The blond had left very shortly after his act, and he had been alone when Brian had accosted him in the street.  But maybe tonight was different.  Brian didn’t like the funny feeling he had in the pit of his stomach.

As Brian waited, the club continued to empty out.  Brian glanced at his watch.  It was almost two in the morning.  He finished off his drink, and began to wonder if the blond dancer had turned down his offer of a drink.  It was looking more and more like he had.  If that was the case, Brian would have hoped that Vic or Emmett would have come back to tell him that he had been refused.  Neither of them was anywhere to be seen.

Brian decided to give his dancer five more minutes, and then he was leaving.  Time ticked away with Brian checking his watch every few seconds.  Just as Brian was about to give up and leave, a blond head peeked through the velvet and chain curtain.  Brian caught the movement and recognized the hair.  He smiled to himself.

The Dumb Blond was coming into the club.  Brian held his breath.

The dancer looked around the room.  Several men perked up when he entered, but he gave them all a cursory glance until his gaze fell on Brian.  He let a smile twitch at the corners of his mouth as he walked towards Brian’s table.  He carried some kind of a pad that he set down on the table before he sat down himself.

“Hello,” Brian said not knowing what else to say.

Justin nodded and stared at the handsome man.

“My name is Brian.”

Justin nodded again.

“Do you have a name other than Dumb Blond?”

Justin smiled and opened his pad.  He wrote Justin on the page and showed it to Brian.

“Hm, Justin,” Brian responded.  He kind of liked that name.  “Would you like a drink?”

Justin wrote on his pad Bourbon.

Brian smiled lazily and motioned to the waiter who took their order.  “We’ll be closing in twenty minutes,” the waiter informed them.

“Okay, we’ll have this drink before we leave,” Brian replied.

All Justin heard was the ‘we’.  He wasn’t sure quite what that meant but he liked the sound of it.  He hadn’t been part of a ‘we’ for a very long time.

“So, um, you don’t speak?” Brian asked as they waited for their drinks.

Justin shook his head.

“Is it a physiological problem?” Brian asked.

Justin smiled to himself.  Besides being extremely handsome this man had a brain.  He used the word physiological, and even used it correctly.  He shook his head.

“So, you can speak?”

Justin pulled his pad around and wrote: I can, but I choose not to.

“Is there a reason for that?”  Brian’s brow furrowed.  Why would someone choose not to speak?  It was certainly easier to talk than write on a pad of paper.

Justin started to write something just as the waiter brought their bourbons.  He finished what he was writing before handing the pad to Brian and picking up his drink.  He sipped it while Brian read.

There’s a very good reason, but I’m not prepared to explain it to you.  That is something that will be revealed down the road, if that’s where we end up going.

Brian read and reread the statement on the pad.  It sounded like Justin expected them to become a fucking couple or something.  It sounded like he wanted a long term … relationship.  Brian shuddered involuntarily.  He didn’t do relationships.  He did fucking.  He better make sure this kid knew that right from the outset.

“I invited you for a drink,” Brian stated.  “That’s all.”  Justin’s face sobered as he heard the words.  “I like to fuck.  I was hoping you did too.”

Justin tried to keep the shock from his face.  Emmett had warned him about Brian’s methods and his attitude toward sex.  Justin had been prepared to stand up to Brian.  He wasn’t going to be pushed into something he didn’t want to do.  The only problem was that he couldn’t get this guy’s image out of his mind.  Whatever the man wanted to do to and with him seemed like it would be a good thing.

He felt the attraction that was unspoken between them, but he wasn’t sure he could be satisfied with a one night stand that had no emotion, no caring.  He wanted to be loved and cherished.  Obviously this Brian wasn’t going to give him that, if Emmett was right.  But Justin had felt something from Brian, something that went beyond just the physical attraction.  Even during their brief encounter the previous evening Justin had felt a tenderness, a concern, in spite of being scared out of his wits.  He wanted to explore those feelings, whatever they might turn out to be.  And this guy was as sexy as hell.  Justin couldn’t help but wonder what sex with him would be like.

So the question became – was one night of sex enough?  Might it get him and Brian to the place that Justin would like to be?  From Emmett’s warnings, Justin could only imagine what an experienced and accomplished lover Brian would be.  That would be something to remember, if nothing else.  A night of intense pleasure could be a very good thing.  Especially since all he had felt lately was pain and sorrow.

The more Justin thought about it, the more he realized that he was being stupid.  He didn’t know this man.  He didn’t really have any idea what he was getting himself into.  Justin barely knew himself anymore.  He should just leave.  He pushed back his chair and stood up.

“You’re leaving?” Brian asked.  Justin nodded.  “Something I said?” Brian snarked.  Justin merely shrugged and started to walk away.  “I didn’t think you were a coward,” Brian added as a parting shot.

Justin stopped in his tracks and turned to face Brian.  He so wanted to tell this arrogant asshole that he wasn’t a coward, that Brian had no idea what his life was like, what he had been through.  He wanted to shout it at the man who was lounging so insolently in his chair, and looking absolutely gorgeous as he did so.

Instead, Justin picked up his pad and sat back down at the table.  He began to write, and as he wrote he remembered his dream and the brief encounter with Brian the previous evening.  Finally he handed the pad to Brian who immediately began to read what Justin had written.

I think we have very different ideas about life and love and happiness.  I’ve never had a one night stand, but if I was going to have one, it would be with you.  I know we are attracted to each other.  I feel it and see it and sense it.  I think you do too.  I really want more than just sex, but maybe that’s all that you can give.  I accept your challenge.

Brian was stunned by what Justin had written.  “You’re going to come with me?”

Justin nodded.  He took back his pad and wrote:  I’ll try to be what you want for one night.  Maybe then you can be what I want for a long time after.

“Christ, this sounds like a fucking lifelong commitment, and I don’t do commitment,” Brian stated.  Justin shrugged and smiled one of those warm smiles that Brian found quite entrancing.

Justin enjoyed rattling Brian’s cage.  It was nice to see him get flustered.  Justin took the pad and wrote:  Why did you come back tonight? He was curious.  He thought that running away from Brian would have totally turned the man off.

Brian thought about that.  He wasn’t sure he knew the answer, but one thing was clear.  “Something about you impressed me.”

Justin smiled again.  I bet you were impressed with my dick.

Brian laughed out loud.  “As impressive as your cock is there’s something else about you.”  Brian looked into the deep blue eyes.  “Besides, if I wanted an impressive dick, I would be wooing the act before yours.” 

‘Jesus, where did that come from?’ Brian asked himself.  Wooing, what the fuck was that?

It was Justin’s turn to laugh, albeit silently.  Brian could see that his comment had tickled the young man.

Most people are impressed with my ass, Justin wrote.

“I can see why.”

Justin finished his drink.  It was now or never.  Do you want to go?

Brian nodded.  He threw down a hundred dollars on the table and stood up.  “Your place or mine?” he said.

Justin knew he could not bring Brian to his place.  Seven floors up.  They’d both be too tired to do anything but collapse on the old sofa.  He pointed at Brian indicating that they should go to Brian’s place.

“Let’s go.”

Justin picked up his pad and followed Brian out of the club.  There was still no sign of Vic or Emm.  Brian thought that must be deliberate.  His friends didn’t want to interfere, although they had obviously warned Justin about him.  He expected the warning, would have been surprised if they had not given Justin a heads up.  There was something about this kid that made you want to protect him.

Justin felt his heart pounding in his chest.  He had never done anything like this before.  He was no virgin, but his sexual experiences were quite limited.  He knew from what Emmett had told him that Brian certainly was in a whole different stratosphere where sexual experience was concerned.  Justin prayed he could handle what was to come.  He was so lonely, and there was something special about this man.  At least that’s what he continued to tell himself, all the while fighting back his fears.  He could do this, he could do this, he kept telling himself.

They walked out of the club and down the street a short way.  Justin took a deep breath as they passed the alley from which Brian had appeared the night before.  Justin had had such conflicting feelings when that happened.  He so wanted to talk to the man, to touch him, but he was so afraid.  So he had done his usual.  He had run away.  But not tonight!

Brian stopped beside a black Jeep.  Justin waited.

“Get in,” Brian said.

Justin hesitated for just a moment.  There was no going back once he stepped inside the vehicle.  He would be committed to whatever the night might bring.  He closed his eyes for a second, and then pulled open the door and got in.

“I thought you might turn and run,” Brian said.  It was spoken without rancor or spite, just very matter-of-fact.

Justin shrugged and leaned back in the seat.  He wanted to appear more relaxed than he was.  Maybe the appearance of relaxation would help to make it a reality.

Brian started the car and headed down the street.

“Are you a top … or a bottom?” Brian asked after a couple of minutes.

Justin shot the man a look.  What the fuck!  He shrugged his shoulders not knowing what else to do.

“Does that mean you’ve never been fucked up the ass?”

Justin felt his face redden.  He had jerked off with … his boyfriend, they had kissed and sucked and frotted and some other stuff, but they had never got that far.  Justin felt a wave of humiliation and fear swell over him.  He shut his eyes and prayed to disappear.

And then he heard a voice inside his head.  “Be proud, stand tall.  Fuck them all!”  God, he loved Emmett.

Justin opened his eyes, drew in a breath and made a decision.  He opened his pad and began to write.  He would show it to Brian when the car stopped.

Brian watched out of the corner of his eye as he continued to drive.  He had hoped to goad his young passenger into saying something.  The whole pad and paper, writing, silence shit was starting to irritate him.  As much as Brian hated making conversation, he would much prefer doing that to having to wait until Justin wrote his thoughts, and then reading them long after the moment had passed.  Brian continued to drive while Justin continued to write.

It wasn’t much farther to Brian’s loft when Justin stopped writing.  Finally.  Brian figured he might as well continue the trip until he arrived at the loft, before he worried about reading Justin’s fucking Epistle to the Romans.

Brian parked in his usual spot and was about to get out of the car when Justin handed him the pad.

“I can read this upstairs,” Brian said.  Justin shook his head.  “You want me to read it now?” Brian asked.  Justin nodded.  Brian heaved a sigh, wondering when he lost control of this whole night.  He turned on the light in the Jeep and began to read.

To whom it may concern:

That was how the fucking missive began.  Brian was ready to laugh out loud, but a glance at Justin’s serious face told him he might be wise to take this seriously.

To whom it may concern:

I’m not really sure if I’m a top or a bottom.  I haven’t yet been “fucked up the ass” as you so delicately put it.  I thought that might be one of the things that would happen tonight.  I believe I would like to be both a top and a bottom.  I intend to experience everything that life has to offer me.

I think it was rather insensitive of you to pick on me like you did.  It was uncalled for. I guess I thought you were better than that, but apparently I was wrong.

I’m not planning to run away or cry like some little faggot.  I’m proud of myself.  If you don’t think I’m good enough to be with you, if you think I’m too inexperienced or … whatever, then tough!  That’s your problem.

When I get out of this car, I’m prepared to go with you to your apartment, if that’s what you want.  But I can just as easily catch a bus or a cab back to my own place.  That will be up to you.  I’m good either way.

And by the way, if you decide you want me to come with you, then treat me with respect.

Sincerely, Justin

Brian smiled to himself, but kept it from showing on his face.  This kid had balls.  He liked that.  He got out of the Jeep and waited while Justin did the same.  Justin stood by the car waiting for Brian’s decision.

“Are you coming up?” Brian finally asked.

Justin smiled and started to follow Brian towards the front door of the building across the street.

“And it’s a fucking loft, not an apartment,” Brian said as he unlocked the door.

Justin nodded as he passed through the doorway into the building.  He was pleased that Brian held the door for him.  The man seemed to have got the message.

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