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smackenzie"Cool." Danny hadn't run screaming. Either he really did think he was gay, or he was just keeping an open mind, and in either case Laurie was convinced this had been a good idea. And he didn't think that just because he'd gotten to meet Parrish, although that was a nice bonus.
The three of them hung over the balcony and watched the dance floor and the stage until the boy Danny had been dancing with came back with two bottles. Laurie wasn't as bothered as he should have been by the knowledge that his seventeen-year-old half brother was drinking. He was pretty certain it was just the one beer. Admittedly, Laurie didn't know all that Danny and his friends did on the weekends, but he knew his half brother wasn't a lush.
"They're sounding really good," Lea said, and Laurie realized she hadn't been watching Danny at all. She nodded down at the stage, where Book of Fish had started one of their slower songs. On the dance floor couples formed - boy-girl, boy-boy, girl-girl - and Danny's dance partner once again put his hands on Danny's hips. It couldn't have been easy to do, what with the boy holding a beer bottle and all, but the two of them swayed gently together, moving closer and closer until Laurie would swear their lips touched.
This was a little strange, watching his half brother make out with someone. The fact that he was making out with a boy, when for seventeen years Laurie (and everyone else) had thought he was straight, only made it stranger. On the other hand, that's why they were here, wasn't it? And Danny didn't seem to be resisting at all, and Laurie no longer had to worry about Lea taking her advice from last night seriously, and trying to introduce the kid to Nico Parris.
Parrish had his hand on the railing right up against Laurie's hand so their thumbs were touching. Parrish moved his hand a little to stroke the back of Laurie's hand, and Laurie put his free hand low on Parrish's back.
"Do you want to go sit somewhere?" Parrish asked him, leaning close to whisper in Laurie's ear.
"That'd be nice, yeah," Laurie said. He nudged Lea with his shoulder and said "We're gonna go sit down. Are you going to stay here and watch the floor?"
"I might go dance," she told him. "After this song, if they pick up the pace a little. I think Danny's gonna be ok, but I'll keep an eye on him for you." She grinned and winked and inclined her head, indicating Parrish. "He's cute," she said under her breath. "Go for it. Tell me later if he's a good kisser."
"Uh... no."
"Oh come on, like you can keep that secret from me. I know how to get all the sticky details out of you. I think I'll go find Ivan and get more dirt on Marcella. Or go down there and make faces at Nico." She grinned wider. "See if I can fluster him."
"I don't think anyone can, but good luck. You could make faces at Charlotte. Although I think I saw her girlfriend down there...." Charlotte was the bassist for Book of Fish, and her girlfriend Spencer was, in Laurie's opinion, small and kind of scary. She was an engineer and protective of her girlfriend. Laurie sometimes wondered why Lea, who was straight, had a lesbian fan club, while Charlotte, who was gay, did not. He finally decided it was because of Charlotte's spitfire girlfriend.
"I don't think I can fluster Charlotte either," Lea said, "although I can probably make her blush. I'll find you guys later." She winked one last time and went downstairs.
"There might be a table in the corner," Laurie suggested.
"Lead on," Parrish told him, stepping away from the railing and sweeping out his arm. Laurie grinned. Cute AND gallant. Cool.
They couldn't find a table but there was a small unoccupied couch against the wall, which Laurie thought would be better anyway. It was hard to accidentally kiss someone if you were sitting across from each other. Much better for the touching to sit on a couch.
He and Parrish actually held a conversation, although they did keep putting their hands on each other in casual almost-accidental ways. It turned out that Parrish was an amateur photographer and had come to the Pig with some friends of his to take pictures for a potential gallery show one of the friends wanted to put on. He'd heard of Book of Fish but hadn't ever seen them live - he wasn't much of a live music fan, unless it was jazz. His new favorite was a local trio called the Branch Trio, which played at a club called the Bluebird - "They're young," Parrish said, "but they've got it together."
"Have you heard of Steerpike?" Laurie asked.
"The kitchen boy from Titus Groan?" Laurie laughed. Bran would like this guy.
"That too, but no, that's my band. I'm the lead guitarist. We're playing here on the 30th."
"Really." Parrish looked interested. "What kind of music do you play?"
"Sort of alt-rock garage rock alternative... whatever." Laurie hated that question, although it was a legitimate one - he didn't like labeling music in the first place and Steerpike had never really fit a particular mold. "Our early stuff is a little weirder and maybe less accessible, but I think we've gotten into a groove now and you can actually understand the lyrics. And the guitar playing is platinum record sale fantastic." He grinned. Parrish was grinning too by now. Damn, Laurie thought, that's a kissable grin.
"Of course."
"I can put you on the guest list if you want to come see us."
"That would be nice, thank you."
They leaned a little closer to each other. Laurie could dimly hear Book of Fish playing another of their slow, sultry songs, and in his head he could see Nico grinding his hips on stage, could see boys and girls leaning into each other, whispering, touching, kissing. Every band had at least one sexy song, and it was either his good luck or just good timing that Book of Fish picked then to play theirs.
Laurie's hand rested on Parrish's thigh and Parrish's face was suddenly very close, and his eyes were hidden behind a glint off his wire-rim glasses but Laurie knew the expression in them.
"Laurie..." Parrish said very softly.
"Yeah."
Parrish brushed a stray lock of brown-gold hair out of Laurie's face. It was a gentle, affectionate gesture, and Laurie has to resist the urge to turn his head and nuzzle into Parrish's hand. That hand stroked down his cheek, moved around to the back of his head, and pulled him forward for a kiss.
Parrish's lips were warm and his thigh under Laurie's hand was solid and his mouth opened to Laurie's questing tongue and he tasted like... not much, actually. He tasted like a guy. He tasted good. His hand held their heads together as their lips parted for each other and their tongues probed, tasted, tangled in growing desire. Parrish's other hand found Laurie's hip and pulled him closer. Laurie put his free hand on the back of Parrish's neck. A very distant corner of his brain suggested that maybe people were watching, and he just couldn't bring himself to care.
Parrish was a good kisser. Parrish was a really good kisser. Parrish could match him lick for lick, touch for touch. Laurie felt himself growing hard inside his jeans and could curse the brilliant idea that meant he was responsible for taking Danny home at midnight. Maybe Parrish would understand that, though, and would meet him afterwards. Laurie no longer thought the evening might end with a kiss and nothing more. He was no longer so sure that Parrish would want to move that slowly. Because as they kissed and shifted closer, Laurie's hand had crept up Parrish's thigh of its own accord, and he was pretty sure he could feel an answering hardness pushing against Parrish's zipper.
"Laurie," Parrish whispered again, his voice a little strained. "Come home with me tonight."
"I have to take my half brother home," was Laurie's answer. "But after that, oh yeah. I wanna go home with you." Parrish seemed a little too refined for the crude words Laurie wanted to continue with, but he continued anyway, because Bran had been right, he did think too much with his little head. But wouldn't you, with a sweet mouth like that tasting you and promising more? "Wanna pull your clothes off," Laurie said quietly, his voice deep and hoarse. "Wanna touch you everywhere, lick you all over. I wanna fuck you, Parrish - "
"Want to feel you moving inside me." Parrish's hand was nestled in Laurie's crotch now, and his fingers had started to knead Laurie's cock. Oh, fuck. Laurie's hips lifted imperceptibly, he could feel his ass rising off the couch cushions, and he couldn't believe this well-mannered, classy guy was feeling him up on the balcony of the Blind Pig. This was something groupies did to you, or you did to groupies, or in gay bars or clubs. But not here. Although straight boys and girls had been known to be much less discreet, and Book of Fish was known to draw a tolerant, accepting, and sexually liberal crowd.
"I don't know if I can wait to take Danny home," Laurie said. "Maybe Lea can take him...."
"I don't want you to fuck me here." Parrish pulled his head away. He was grinning. "I want to stroke you on my bed, see the way you look against the sheets. I think I could take rolls of pictues of you, Laurie. I think I want to. I take black and white photos - I can see the contrast of your dark hair against my white sheets, and your pale skin against a dark wall." His hand dug harder into Laurie's crotch, fingers squeezing his cock and making him gasp. Laurie wanted to straddle him on the couch, and to hell with anyone who might see them and care.
"Would you - " was all he got out, before someone was poking his shoulder and interrupting him. "What the fuck...!" He let go of Parrish, who just as quickly let go of him, and looked up. It was Lea. What the hell did she want?
"Time to go," she said. "I can't find your brother."
"What do you mean, you can't find him?" Laurie's voice still sounded a little breathless to him. Damn her anyway. Couldn't she see he was about to get it on with this very cute boy next to him?
"I can't find him. The boy he was dancing with is gone too. I'm pretty sure they've gone off together."
"So let them."
"No, Laurie, you don't get it. I've got a bad feeling. I think something's wrong."
Fuck. Fuck fuck and double fuck. Lea trusted Danny more than she trusted Laurie, and she was generally very live-and-let-live when it came to someone hooking up, and if she though something was wrong, something probably was. And as much as Laurie was pissed at her for interrupting him and Parrish, and as much as he figured this was the end of their evening, and as much as he doubted he'd get laid after all, if Lea was going to worry, she was going to worry him. Panic built slowly in Laurie, but it was starting now.
If he'd been able to get outside his own head, he might've been amazed at how quickly the tone of an evening could change, how quickly your own emotions and intentions could swing.
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The three of them hung over the balcony and watched the dance floor and the stage until the boy Danny had been dancing with came back with two bottles. Laurie wasn't as bothered as he should have been by the knowledge that his seventeen-year-old half brother was drinking. He was pretty certain it was just the one beer. Admittedly, Laurie didn't know all that Danny and his friends did on the weekends, but he knew his half brother wasn't a lush.
"They're sounding really good," Lea said, and Laurie realized she hadn't been watching Danny at all. She nodded down at the stage, where Book of Fish had started one of their slower songs. On the dance floor couples formed - boy-girl, boy-boy, girl-girl - and Danny's dance partner once again put his hands on Danny's hips. It couldn't have been easy to do, what with the boy holding a beer bottle and all, but the two of them swayed gently together, moving closer and closer until Laurie would swear their lips touched.
This was a little strange, watching his half brother make out with someone. The fact that he was making out with a boy, when for seventeen years Laurie (and everyone else) had thought he was straight, only made it stranger. On the other hand, that's why they were here, wasn't it? And Danny didn't seem to be resisting at all, and Laurie no longer had to worry about Lea taking her advice from last night seriously, and trying to introduce the kid to Nico Parris.
Parrish had his hand on the railing right up against Laurie's hand so their thumbs were touching. Parrish moved his hand a little to stroke the back of Laurie's hand, and Laurie put his free hand low on Parrish's back.
"Do you want to go sit somewhere?" Parrish asked him, leaning close to whisper in Laurie's ear.
"That'd be nice, yeah," Laurie said. He nudged Lea with his shoulder and said "We're gonna go sit down. Are you going to stay here and watch the floor?"
"I might go dance," she told him. "After this song, if they pick up the pace a little. I think Danny's gonna be ok, but I'll keep an eye on him for you." She grinned and winked and inclined her head, indicating Parrish. "He's cute," she said under her breath. "Go for it. Tell me later if he's a good kisser."
"Uh... no."
"Oh come on, like you can keep that secret from me. I know how to get all the sticky details out of you. I think I'll go find Ivan and get more dirt on Marcella. Or go down there and make faces at Nico." She grinned wider. "See if I can fluster him."
"I don't think anyone can, but good luck. You could make faces at Charlotte. Although I think I saw her girlfriend down there...." Charlotte was the bassist for Book of Fish, and her girlfriend Spencer was, in Laurie's opinion, small and kind of scary. She was an engineer and protective of her girlfriend. Laurie sometimes wondered why Lea, who was straight, had a lesbian fan club, while Charlotte, who was gay, did not. He finally decided it was because of Charlotte's spitfire girlfriend.
"I don't think I can fluster Charlotte either," Lea said, "although I can probably make her blush. I'll find you guys later." She winked one last time and went downstairs.
"There might be a table in the corner," Laurie suggested.
"Lead on," Parrish told him, stepping away from the railing and sweeping out his arm. Laurie grinned. Cute AND gallant. Cool.
They couldn't find a table but there was a small unoccupied couch against the wall, which Laurie thought would be better anyway. It was hard to accidentally kiss someone if you were sitting across from each other. Much better for the touching to sit on a couch.
He and Parrish actually held a conversation, although they did keep putting their hands on each other in casual almost-accidental ways. It turned out that Parrish was an amateur photographer and had come to the Pig with some friends of his to take pictures for a potential gallery show one of the friends wanted to put on. He'd heard of Book of Fish but hadn't ever seen them live - he wasn't much of a live music fan, unless it was jazz. His new favorite was a local trio called the Branch Trio, which played at a club called the Bluebird - "They're young," Parrish said, "but they've got it together."
"Have you heard of Steerpike?" Laurie asked.
"The kitchen boy from Titus Groan?" Laurie laughed. Bran would like this guy.
"That too, but no, that's my band. I'm the lead guitarist. We're playing here on the 30th."
"Really." Parrish looked interested. "What kind of music do you play?"
"Sort of alt-rock garage rock alternative... whatever." Laurie hated that question, although it was a legitimate one - he didn't like labeling music in the first place and Steerpike had never really fit a particular mold. "Our early stuff is a little weirder and maybe less accessible, but I think we've gotten into a groove now and you can actually understand the lyrics. And the guitar playing is platinum record sale fantastic." He grinned. Parrish was grinning too by now. Damn, Laurie thought, that's a kissable grin.
"Of course."
"I can put you on the guest list if you want to come see us."
"That would be nice, thank you."
They leaned a little closer to each other. Laurie could dimly hear Book of Fish playing another of their slow, sultry songs, and in his head he could see Nico grinding his hips on stage, could see boys and girls leaning into each other, whispering, touching, kissing. Every band had at least one sexy song, and it was either his good luck or just good timing that Book of Fish picked then to play theirs.
Laurie's hand rested on Parrish's thigh and Parrish's face was suddenly very close, and his eyes were hidden behind a glint off his wire-rim glasses but Laurie knew the expression in them.
"Laurie..." Parrish said very softly.
"Yeah."
Parrish brushed a stray lock of brown-gold hair out of Laurie's face. It was a gentle, affectionate gesture, and Laurie has to resist the urge to turn his head and nuzzle into Parrish's hand. That hand stroked down his cheek, moved around to the back of his head, and pulled him forward for a kiss.
Parrish's lips were warm and his thigh under Laurie's hand was solid and his mouth opened to Laurie's questing tongue and he tasted like... not much, actually. He tasted like a guy. He tasted good. His hand held their heads together as their lips parted for each other and their tongues probed, tasted, tangled in growing desire. Parrish's other hand found Laurie's hip and pulled him closer. Laurie put his free hand on the back of Parrish's neck. A very distant corner of his brain suggested that maybe people were watching, and he just couldn't bring himself to care.
Parrish was a good kisser. Parrish was a really good kisser. Parrish could match him lick for lick, touch for touch. Laurie felt himself growing hard inside his jeans and could curse the brilliant idea that meant he was responsible for taking Danny home at midnight. Maybe Parrish would understand that, though, and would meet him afterwards. Laurie no longer thought the evening might end with a kiss and nothing more. He was no longer so sure that Parrish would want to move that slowly. Because as they kissed and shifted closer, Laurie's hand had crept up Parrish's thigh of its own accord, and he was pretty sure he could feel an answering hardness pushing against Parrish's zipper.
"Laurie," Parrish whispered again, his voice a little strained. "Come home with me tonight."
"I have to take my half brother home," was Laurie's answer. "But after that, oh yeah. I wanna go home with you." Parrish seemed a little too refined for the crude words Laurie wanted to continue with, but he continued anyway, because Bran had been right, he did think too much with his little head. But wouldn't you, with a sweet mouth like that tasting you and promising more? "Wanna pull your clothes off," Laurie said quietly, his voice deep and hoarse. "Wanna touch you everywhere, lick you all over. I wanna fuck you, Parrish - "
"Want to feel you moving inside me." Parrish's hand was nestled in Laurie's crotch now, and his fingers had started to knead Laurie's cock. Oh, fuck. Laurie's hips lifted imperceptibly, he could feel his ass rising off the couch cushions, and he couldn't believe this well-mannered, classy guy was feeling him up on the balcony of the Blind Pig. This was something groupies did to you, or you did to groupies, or in gay bars or clubs. But not here. Although straight boys and girls had been known to be much less discreet, and Book of Fish was known to draw a tolerant, accepting, and sexually liberal crowd.
"I don't know if I can wait to take Danny home," Laurie said. "Maybe Lea can take him...."
"I don't want you to fuck me here." Parrish pulled his head away. He was grinning. "I want to stroke you on my bed, see the way you look against the sheets. I think I could take rolls of pictues of you, Laurie. I think I want to. I take black and white photos - I can see the contrast of your dark hair against my white sheets, and your pale skin against a dark wall." His hand dug harder into Laurie's crotch, fingers squeezing his cock and making him gasp. Laurie wanted to straddle him on the couch, and to hell with anyone who might see them and care.
"Would you - " was all he got out, before someone was poking his shoulder and interrupting him. "What the fuck...!" He let go of Parrish, who just as quickly let go of him, and looked up. It was Lea. What the hell did she want?
"Time to go," she said. "I can't find your brother."
"What do you mean, you can't find him?" Laurie's voice still sounded a little breathless to him. Damn her anyway. Couldn't she see he was about to get it on with this very cute boy next to him?
"I can't find him. The boy he was dancing with is gone too. I'm pretty sure they've gone off together."
"So let them."
"No, Laurie, you don't get it. I've got a bad feeling. I think something's wrong."
Fuck. Fuck fuck and double fuck. Lea trusted Danny more than she trusted Laurie, and she was generally very live-and-let-live when it came to someone hooking up, and if she though something was wrong, something probably was. And as much as Laurie was pissed at her for interrupting him and Parrish, and as much as he figured this was the end of their evening, and as much as he doubted he'd get laid after all, if Lea was going to worry, she was going to worry him. Panic built slowly in Laurie, but it was starting now.
If he'd been able to get outside his own head, he might've been amazed at how quickly the tone of an evening could change, how quickly your own emotions and intentions could swing.
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