Chapter I

It was hot and thick and the summer of 1977, Heatwaves' "Boogie Nights" loud in his ear. It was only his first time and he was already addicted.

The quickly flitting lights danced before his eyes, even along with him sometimes, his hips swaying with every pound of the song. His body vibrated with the words, with the beat and he closed his eyes, panting into the air as the music flowed through him.

This had been what he had wanted from the beginning. This was what he had needed, expected when he first caught noise of the hype new club in San Fran, the infamous "Raven's Glow".

Now, dancing with the bright lights, another tune playing, he realized this was where he belonged.

"Justin!"

Shaggy blonde curls bounced as he turned, blinking to get used to the dark faces. He had recognized the voice, but there was more than one and he was slightly confused... or that may have been the alcohol working, he didn't know. Or care.

"Justin!" There was a fist curled around his arm and Justin sneered, turning.

"What?!" he yelled back and stepped close, Malik's face bright with a grin.

"I got a person who wants to meet ya," he said and from behind the tall dark man, a slender character with a toothpick stuck between his teeth appeared, a smile on his face. Justin blinked, trying to figure out what the surprise was.

"What?" he asked blandly, freeing his arm from Malik's tense grip.

The man laughed and Justin raised an eyebrow, sticking a hand in his bellbottoms.

"Justin, is it?" he asked and chewed on the stick in his mouth. "Put ‘er there. I'm Mike, Mike Maroe." Mike stuck his hand out and Justin took it in a firm shake, the kind his daddy had warned him to use. But it didn't seem to impress this man; he winced and laughed as he withdrew.

"One hell of a handshake, you be careful with that hand, unless you're gripping something that needs to be tugged, if ya know what I mean," he laughed and Justin looked to Malik, bored. Who the hell?

"Mike here, he owns Raven's Glow."

And that got Justin's attention quick and he brightened, licking his lips.

"Shit, you own this place?" he asked and the man smirked, casting Malik a smile.

"Yep, you like it?"

Justin blinked owlishly. "Like it? It's gravy! Hell, I love it! It's fly!" the young blonde announced loudly and Mike chuckled, patting Justin's shoulder.

"Well, I'm glad. Malik has told me what a fan you were even before you came." Justin glared at Malik best he could through the darkness but the blonde was sure the other sensed it. "So, you want a VIP tour?"

Justin almost pissed his pants, his chest tight as he nodded. Of fucking course! "Sure, thanks." He patted himself on the back, he was a damned good actor, if he did say so himself.

"Nice, follow me then," Mike instructed, an arm thrown around the younger man's shoulders as the three men started off the dance floor, towards a large stair case.

Justin followed the steps with his eyes and tried not to gawk but it was so tall and so hidden, he was shocked.

"You want me to climb that?"

Mike laughed. "Hey, that's up to you buddy."

Caught, Justin shrugged and Mike nodded. He only hoped he was doing the right thing.

The long, treacherous journey up the stairs had nearly killed Justin and the young man was panting, glaring at Malik over Mike's shoulder. Somehow, it was all the black haired man's fault.

But the rewards were nice as Justin, having caught his breath, looked around, taking in the almost pent house suite. Filled with just a scatter of people on couches and love seats, it was intimate and a little homey; soft, slow Rose Royce in the background.

"Nice," Justin breathed as he walked with Mike over to a booth where he slid in, getting comfortable. He didn't know what this guy wanted with him or how he even knew Malik but he wasn't one to dwell on things so he relaxed and let things roll.

"So, you interested in working for me?"

Justin turned slowly, swallowing his surprise as best he could. What?

"Excuse me?"

Mike looked to Malik and then back to Justin. "Malik here said you were interested..." The older man paused to see if anything clicked before starting again. "Ya know, about maybe dancing for the club?"

Justin was shooting daggers, hoping Malik was looking forward to an ass beating before he looked to Mike, ready to turn the offer down politely. But when he opened his mouth, the words on his tongue, a man, lean but muscled walked up to the booth, gliding almost. And as he stood by the table, Justin did an inconspicuous once over, his eyes trailing lazily over the skinny legs, the muscular thighs, stopping to observe the short black hot pants [and what they hid] a little more closely before sweeping up the broad chest, dark nipples darker in the shadow. When his gaze landed on the young man's face, which was full of sharp edges and nice contrasts, Justin's tongue was too thick to move and the man was wearing a smirk.

"I'll have a shot of whiskey," Mike said, Justin's eyes slowly moving from the dark haired man.

"Yeah, can I get a rum and coke?" Malik asked, turning to Justin, nudging him with his foot and Justin cleared his throat, nonchalantly trying to compose himself.

"May I get a... a... Um..." He looked around wildly, snapping his fingers under the table, trying to remember the name of the drink he had wanted, or any for that matter.

The man standing gave another smile and crossed his arms. Justin didn't like the smug little smile one bit and growled, "Rum and coke, too, please." But the smile was still there and the guy nodded, chuckling and sauntered away, Justin hoping to burn a hole right through his back.

"You're so smooth," Malik teased and Justin stepped on his toe.

Mike was laughing too and Justin had had enough. He didn't come here to talk about go-go performing or getting paid or stupid asshole waiters. He came to dance, dammit.

He stood up, excusing himself to the frown of Mike but he didn't want to be some go-go dancer, he just wanted to dance, as much as that made sense. And as he descended the lighted stairs, the faint sounds of Gloria Gaynor working the mic floated to him and he grinned, his shoulders already moving to the beat.

* * *

"Lemme get a Cosmopolitain." Justin wasn't even turned to the bar, just leaning against it as he watched the sea of dancers on the dance floor move to the new song. His hip ticked to the beat and he couldn't help himself as a hand ran up his thigh, his bitten nails scratching over his stomach, a smile on his face.

"You done touchin' yourself? Or should I wait a few more minutes?"

Justin turned disinterested eyes to the man, squinting as the familiar face came into focus, gorgeous eyes and all.

"Can I have my drink now?"

"Can I see some ID?" the young man countered and Justin grunted, fishing out the plastic card. He put it on the counter, sliding it across easily.

"Should you even care? You gave me a drink earlier."

The man smiled, white glinting in the dark. "Oh but who would I be to let some naive little tike get drunk and taken advantage of? I wouldn't be able to live with myself." He looked down momentarily, "and sorry buddy, but last time I checked your name wasn't Marty and you weren't 6 foot 5."

Justin let his jaw hang, hoping the other man could see the disbelief in his eyes. Who the hell was this guy fucking, anyway?

"Excuse me? How the fuck would you know my name wasn't--"

The man leaned close, holding a slim finger up to his soft pink lips, a faint smile played upon them. He licked them slowly, Justin's eyes following the move closely, his own lips parting as a quiet sigh escaped.

"The bars closed anyway, kid."

Justin blinked and the mystery man smiled in his face, pulled back and stripped of his apron. The young blonde watched as he bent to get his jacket, shrugging into the leather. He was sure he was drooling but he didn't care.

The man stood up and raised an eyebrow, sighing as he picked up an empty glass, filling it with some water.

"Here, you need something to drink, knock yourself out," he offered and Justin took it with a small smile, not even minding how quickly he gave in to this beauty.

"Whats your name?"

The man stopped from zipping up his jacket. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Jimmy, the person who cleaned the bar approaching. He turned back to the blonde.

"Why?"

Justin, too, had seemed to notice the new arrival and leaned against the bar counter. "Just tell me, you wanna get home don't you?"

The other man chewed his lip, nodding to Jimmy in passing before heading his way, totally dismissing Justin's question. But the blonde wasn't easily deterred and he followed along the length of the counter, grinning as he shoved people out of his way.

And finally they met, Justin jumping in front of the other, a grin on his face. "Answer my question and I'll let you go."

The other man crossed his arms, "Oh, you'll let me go?"

Justin straightened, tipping his chin. "Got that right."

Smooth as honey, a smile appeared and the man started to laugh. "Jayce," he said with a chuckle and Justin nodded.

"See, was that so hard?"

Jayce smiled. "You're used to getting your way, aren't you?"

Justin shrugged though his cheeks were burning. He'd be the first to admit he was a little spoiled, but it still embarrassed him.

"So, Justin, I guess I'm allowed to go, now aren't I? Or am I here to polish your shoes too?" Jayce asked and Justin grinned.

"If you ever got on your knees, it'd be for a much different reason. Now you go on, as long as you stay in line, boy," he laughed and started off with a shake of his hips, but a hand shot out and stopped him, Jayce's fingers light on his shoulder. And with a teasing smile, his tongue running moistly over his lips, Justin answered, "Yes?"

Jayce stepped closer, pointing over his shoulder. "You... You wanna go back to my place?" he asked, his voice soft. Justin almost wanted to say the quiver in the words were from nervousness, but he left it at being a whisper.

"What about me being too young? And who would you be being the one who took advantage of lil ol' me?"

Jayce smiled and slid even closer, his bare thigh hot against Justin's pants. "I'm doing you a favor. A club kid like you needs to know the men from the boys," he whispered, his breath hot in Justin's ear.

The younger man bit his lip, swallowed the hesitance and nodded, his hand snaking out to grab Jayce's.

He pulled back and smiled, the brunette chuckling as he tugged on the hand, his feet already making their way to the exit.

* * *

Turns out Jayce lived right beside the club, in a nice little penthouse that looked much too big and way too expensive for a bartender.

"How the hell did you manage this pad?" Justin breathed as he stepped through, his heart beating quickly. His nerves were jumping and he was starting to regret coming back to the bartender's apartment.

"It's called having friends in high places," he explained as he locked the door behind him, the bolt lock loud in Justin's ear. His jacket slipped off and he stood there, nude except for the tight hot pants that really left nothing to the imagination. But the brunette didn't seem to mind.

"Oh... Nice." Justin turned around and stuck his hands in the back pockets of his pants. Jayce looked up from his refrigerator and grinned slowly, Justin's skin erupting in goose bumps.

Three slow steps were all it took for Jayce to be pressed up against the young blonde, Jayce's skin hot against Justin, even through the nylon of his shirt. A hand settled on his waist, another cupping the young man's cheek.

They leaned in, their eyes fluttering close at the soft touch of cold lips against one another's. Justin sighed and slid his lips quicker, his hand gripping Jayce's neck. The brunette's tongue slipped over Justin's lips and in quickly, the younger man granting access easily. The slick muscle ran over his teeth and Justin matched it with his own tongue, swirling around it noisily.

He had no idea what he was doing.

Nimble fingers worked on his blue button down shirt, warm palms sliding around Justin's waist as the garment fell to the floor soundless. The blonde's own hands gripped at the broad bony shoulders, his fingers dipping into the deep collar bone momentarily, his mouth soon to follow.

As he licked at the salty flesh of Jayce's neck, the brunette sighed and started on his pants, his own heart beating extra loud in his ears. He had never been so nervous, nor excited with some stranger.

His fingers were his eyes as the pair clamped shut, Justin's tongue doing tricks to his ear.

But as his fingers smoothed over a nipple, something caught his pinky and his eyes darted quickly to it. He hadn't meant to let the gasp out.

Justin pulled away, lazy eyes blinking to understand. "What?" he asked and there was a gentle tug at his chest. He looked down, amused to see Jayce's pinky slipped through his nipple ring. And with the way the brunette was looking at it, he might as well have seen a ghost. "What?" he repeated with a smile.

Jayce looked up, shock bright in his eyes before looking down again, unhooking his pinky and running a gentle index finger over the ring.

"It doesn't hurt?" he asked softly, lifting the hoop.

Justin grinned. "Nah, it feels good. You should get one, it's out of sight."

Jayce grinned at Justin's chest and with a quick glance at the blonde's face, leaned forward, his tongue broad as it licked over the metal, the copper taste ignored as Justin's moan rang in his ears.

* * *

"Have you ever done this before?"

No, not really. "Of course," Justin breathed, trying to bring his legs closer to his chest. Who the hell said you had to be flexible to have sex?

Jayce nodded and ran an appreciative hand over Justin's stomach, the muscles tightening in response. The boy had a beautiful body, equipped with tight muscles, firm skin, and it was hard underneath his palm.

But when you looked into his eyes, a soft finger grazing his small mouth, he looked like a little boy, innocent and curious and that was what did it for Jayce, that's what made him want to look at him for as long as his eyes could stand.

Justin leaned up then, a lanky arm wrapped around Jayce's back and kissed him, a sweet chaste kiss and Jayce took the signal, pushed forth and whimpered because it was so hot and so tight.

"Shit," he breathed as his groin burned. He panted and Justin gritted his teeth against the invasion. He shouldn't have lied, he should have warned him... Now, with tears in his eyes he swallowed the lump in his throat.

"I lied," he breathed and Jayce opened his eyes, a trembling hand on Justin's chin, making the younger one open his too.

"What?"

Justin swallowed and tried not to blink, his eyes wet. "I lied. I haven't... this is my--"

"Shit!" Jayce cursed and tried pull out when Justin yelped, his nails digging into Jayce's back.

"No!" he cried, panting as he clamped his eyes shut. "You're already.. It's already done--"

"Why the hell didn't you say so?! This is your-- It's supposed to be special! Not some casual...thing," Jayce scolded and stayed as still as he could, trying to be angry but it felt too good, he felt too good.

"This is special," Justin tried to smile, it appearing as more of a grimace. When he opened his eyes, Jayce was frowning and he sighed. "It's not like you forced me to. I'm just a horny little kid, waiting to his kicks."

Jayce scoffed and moved his knees, Justin hissing in result. He stilled immediately. "I'm sorry... Shit, why didn't you just tell me? We could have avoided this, and--"

"Just wait... It'll feel good."

"It already feels good! I'm worried you're gonna sneeze and I'm gonna come like that." He demonstrated by snapping his fingers and Justin smiled, a hand soft as it traveled over Jayce's chest.

A minute later Justin took a deep breath, gathering up all his courage and rocked against Jayce, the pain quick but the pleasure quicker as a shiver licked up his spine, his body trembling. He let out a gasp as his chest quaked.

Jayce held him close, giving his neck a languid kiss, moving slowly and Justin would wince, but then moan and it was pure music to his ears.

They moved together, slowly but it didn't need to be quick, as Justin twisted, his body hot around Jayce and the brunette pursed his lips against the man's shoulder as he came, gasping into the blonde.

Justin, with eyes squeezed shut, let his own hand drift south, his fingers circling his cock, pumping hard as Jayce struggled to catch his breath beside him. He came when Jayce licked his nipple, some foreign word on his thick tongue as he melted.

Minutes passed and the room had become chilly, Jayce pulling up a sheet over the two, Justin's chest heaving violently, his heartbeat jumping every other second.

"Hey," Jayce cooed, an arm circling the younger one's waist. Justin groaned in response. "You... you were pretty good for your first time." He regretted the words, and he winced when Justin opened his eyes.

"Aren't you prince charming," he whispered and a smile formed and he leaned over, pressing his chapped lips to Jayce's cheek before falling asleep, his face pressed against the brunette's

Chapter II...
Boogie Nights