"Mmm, delicious." He watched the two newcomers enter the club. He'd
never seen them there before but that would soon change as he winded
his way through the crowd. They looked slightly lost, at least the
younger one, and he hurried to stake his claim.
"Gerry Devine to your service gentlemen." His gold-tooth glistering
in the pulsating light of the dance-floor.
JD's jaw dropped. "Brian Slade's manager?!"
He couldn't help but lick his lips at the sight of this youth. All
dressed in midnight blue and no makeup, just glitter under his eyes.
His long black hair veiling a plump wet mouth.
"Yes, that's me baby! And, since I haven't noticed you here before I
thought I'd play the good host and introduce myself. So, here I
am...and so are you."
Ezra wasn't too pleased at what he saw. And what he saw was a tubby
middle-aged man, in an outfit far too glaring for his own taste,
hitting on *his* date! Not to mention the dreadful hairdo. But, he
was Slade's manager, that counted for something, it might be worth it.
Ezra flashed off his own gold in a wide smile. "Yes, here we are,
just arrived from New York."
"Ah, Americans." This man wasn't too bad either, especially not
with that smile of his. And that green suit really made his eyes
shine. Nope, not too bad at all.
"The show is about to start, shall we get ourselves some seats? Best
in the house!"
"Yeah, sure!" JD as enthusiastic as ever.
The seats turned out to be a table by the stage, but raised above the
audience, giving them an excellent view of the show.
The room darkened, leaving only a pale fog-light embracing the stage.
Tension grew as silence crept on, heightening expectations.
Then, a thin figure stepped into the orb.
The audience broke out in a loud roar as they recognized their hero,
Mr. Jack Fairy.
The long, slim black snaked dress demonstrated the elegance of this
true original.
Being entirely his own, he played exclusively to his audience.
JD was totally captivated by the activities on stage, when he felt a
hand on his thigh. He smiled, until he realized the hand was on his
right side, and Ezra on his left.
Barely had he made the conclusion when he felt a second hand, this
one definitely Ezra's.
He muffled a giggle and didn't move a muscle.
Hands slowly moving upwards, until meeting at their goal. A second
ticked by before realization hit and hands quickly withdrew.
JD didn't look at either of them but couldn't contain the giggle
anymore.
He felt the hurt look Ezra was giving him and instantly regretted the
pull. Ah, well, I'll make it up to him later, he thought, the smile
back on his lips.
The show ended with a glorious performance by the Venus is Furs,
charging the atmosphere even further.
Moving on to the dance-floor Ezra and JD momentarily lost sight of
their host.
JD gave one of his famous puppy-eye looks, pleading for Ezra to
forgive him.
Ezra sighed as he knew he could never refuse this young man anything.
He ran his hands through a cascade of dark silk, when interrupted by
the sight of a thick gold-chain.
"Hello again. I'm not interrupting anything am I?!"
"Actually..."
"'cause I have an invitation for you two. A party at Brian's place,
tonight. What do you say?!" Playing with his necklace he didn't wait
for an answer.
"I have the limo right outside." He moved in between them, ushering
them towards the exit.
JD caught Ezra's eye over his shoulder and made an apologetic face.
he noticed his friend wasn't too happy about how things were turning
out.
Once in the car Ezra made sure he sat in the middle, keeping JD out
of the other man's reach.
"Brian's place" turned out to be a large mansion, lavishly decorated
in a rococo style. It was already filled with guests, new arrivals
moved in a steady stream from the fresh air of a mild summer-night
into the hot steam of enclosed walls.
Once inside they seemed to loose their unwanted companion. Not for
long though, as Ezra caught sight of him again, headed their way.
"Let's shake him!" The younger man whispered, pulling him through the
crowd.
The upstairs floor seemed to consist mainly of bedrooms, most of
them already occupied.
Ezra was obviously still feeling jealous and JD just couldn't help
himself, he loved it!
"I kinda liked him!"
Ezra stopped. "You cannot be serious?" A incredulous stare shot JD's
way. "What on earth could one possibly see in that... that... THAT?!"
He flew his arms out in a gesture of despair.
"Oh, well, he sort of reminds me of you." A face of pure innocence.
Ezra was dumbfounded. Then, slowly, an evil smile spread across his
features. "Oh, really?"
"Mmm, eloquent...well, sort of, flamboyant, a taste for gold..." His
voiced trailed off as Ezra approached him, like a tiger eyeing his
pray.
Suddenly the distinct voice of Gerry Devine ascending the stairs
floated their way.
One look at each-other and then a frantic search for a hide-away.
They found one, just as a purple striped leg turned the corner.
Slamming the door shut and turning the key, they finally collapsed in
a giggling heap on the bed. Hushing as the steps outside stopped, a
try at the door-knob, and then continued down the carpeted corridor.
JD, lying almost on top of Ezra, made himself comfortable. Smiling
down at the man underneath him, he smiled contentedly.
"I know of one thing he doesn't have." Ezra put his arms closer
around his friend.
"What's that?"
Ezra grinned. "Style."
"Hey!" JD pretended to act hurt, but his heart wasn't in it. Instead
he sank deeper into the embrace. "He doesn't even compare."
His reward was a pair of sweet, loving lips on the tip of his nose.
And that smile. He could never get enough of it.
This was a moment to keep for ever.
The End
