the hold steady

The thump-thumping of the music along with the overwhelming amount of dancing bodies under strobe and moving lights is enough to make Justin sick, and he is surprised he hasn’t gone into a seizure from the intense visual over-stimulation. Closing his eyes, he tries not to vomit as he concentrates on his breathing. Just find Brian. Find Brian. Opening his eyes once again, he focuses on searching for the familiar face. The bodies seem to bleed together around him, the details netting together until it’s formed into a skin-like lattice before his eyes. Frowning, he quickly shuts his eyes and shakes his head. This isn’t going to work. About to give up, his posture suddenly straightens when he senses the comforting presence of his lover nearby. Turning around, he smiles brightly, “Brian!” Brian nods in his direction as he walks through the mass of dancing bodies, “Hey, I thought you were having an early night,” he comments, his eyes searching Justin’s. He can tell something is wrong. Still smiling, Justin can’t help but feel nothing but relief to find Brian. “I’m feeling better,” he announces, “and… I have an idea.” Brian arches his brow, “Oh yeah?” Nodding excitedly, Justin suggests, “Let’s take a drive.” “Where to?” Brian asks, his mind leading only to the backroom. Justin wraps his arms around his lover’s waist, “Anywhere, nowhere. It doesn’t matter. Let’s just drive someplace far away… so far that your ‘vette’s GPS navigator won’t even know where the fuck we are.” Brian scoffs, “Now why the fuck would I want to do that?” “Because you love me,” Justin replies simply, kissing Brian before his lover can argue the fact. Grinning, he continues, “Consider it a token of being romantic. You owe me, you know.” “What the fuck does that mean?” “Vermont,” the blond reminds him. Sighing, Brian looks up at the lights and bodies posing in harnesses above his head, “I have a better idea.” Turning his attention back to Justin, he smiles, “Let’s go home and fuck.” Justin smirks, “We can fuck in the woods.” “And ruin my Armani? I don’t think so.” “We could fuck against a tree.” “And get ticks or lyme disease… that’s romantic. Oh, and bark burn is a serious turn on.” Justin doesn’t give up. “We can bring a blanket and fuck under the stars.” “And get eaten alive by ants.” “What the fuck is your problem?” Justin asks, exasperated. “Can’t you just try and fuckin’ humor me here? I want us to go for a drive!” “You want us to go for a drive to a place that doesn’t technically exist… to fuck.” “Where is your sense of adventure?” Justin whines, though he refuses to admit that he is whining. “I’ll tell you what,” Brian says with an amused smile, “Let’s go home, fuck our brains into oblivion, wake up and fuck some more… and then… then we can go online and find some shitty desolate spot to christen.” Justin smirks. Brian gives an impish grin. And Justin gives in.