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Hey, woman, you got the blues
'Cause you ain't got no one else to use
There's an open road that leads nowhere
So just make some miles between here and there
There's a hole in my head where the rain comes in
You took my body and played to win
Ha, ha, woman, it's a cryin' shame
But you ain't got nobody else to blame
‘Evil Woman’, Electric Light Orchestra (1975)
“$20? Come on, guys, you know me. I come here every single event!”Daniel whined.
The bouncer, a big, burly guy whose name Daniel always forgot, simply sighed and crossed his arms. Honestly, what was his deal anyway? The bar was a small wine bar with a disco floor, where most gay guys go to casually do a few lines in the bathroom and come out to dance, sandwiched in between sweaty 20-something-year-olds. It wasn’t exactly some high-brow establishment, nor was it particularly busy, yet at 10 pm. Daniel stood there, impatiently tapping his foot, waiting for a response.
“I’ll make it 10 for you, I guess. It better be in cash, though, don’t you dare Venmo me”.
Daniel smiles and slips him two not-exactly crisp 5 dollar bills. “You’re the best, honestly”.
The unfortunately unnamed man opens the door swiftly, and Daniel saunters his way in with a shit-eating grin. Now that he was in, he’ll admit, he loves this place. It was a perfect place in between grad school and working shitty freelance writing jobs to just let loose and drink pretentious natural wine while chatting up with guys high out of their fucking mind. Not that he was trying to get them, of course. He was straight. Maybe. All his exes were women, so. But then again, he has given the occasional blow-job for some weed or a little baggy of coke. So? Doesn’t make him gay.
He slips into one of the barstools, the seats still being pleasantly empty apart from a few other regulars. The variety of people here was more eclectic when it came to these events. Artsy women with bangs cut too short, bald gay men with a bit too much leather to be considered fashionable anymore, young SF tech bros who wanted a taste of the house-disco scene before they decided it wasn’t for them, college girls huddled in groups taking pictures for their curated Instagrams, and… Daniel. He’s not sure where he belongs, really. Maybe he’s just the observer, watching all these people and guessing all their lives like some freak. Maybe.
“Hey Danny,” one of the bartenders said, “Cheapest glass of wine again?” Her name was Lessa, a young white woman with mousy brown hair and thin black tattoos etched across her arms and back in sharp and curved patterns, kind of similar to the logos of metal bands. He remembers her name distinctly because he had flirted with her before, only to realize she was a lesbian. Rookie move for someone who’s lived in the city for 5 years. Now they were sort of friends, sort of, by the fact that he just follows her on Instagram for no reason at all.
“I don’t like that you shout that out each time, but yes, please.”
She rolls her eyes and starts pouring his glass. “How’s your work going? Jobs still coming in?”.
“Barely. I mean, I’m almost about to resort to either jumping off my shitty apartment or starting a substack”.
She hands him his glass, a thin little thing with white wine. “Surely those options weigh the same”.
“Oh, they definitely do. Thanks, Lessa”.
One glass turns to two… turns to four… Well, whatever. Daniel didn’t really have a plan when he got here; he just wanted to forget about his stagnant work and school life. Lessa was slowly getting more irritated each time his card declined and had to switch to a different card (yes, he’s racking up credit card debt). Now, after what felt like the 100th time of another card getting declined, he thinks he’s finally reached a point where he’s officially too broke for another glass. “Danny, seriously, I’m gonna cut you off”. He tried to talk his way out of it, which Lessa should be used to by now, until he heard the metal clang of an Amex card on the table. He sees the name first, Louis de Point du Lac. He sees the man second.
Wow. For a journalist, Daniel was really losing the ability to choose the words to describe this guy right now. He was an older black man, maybe early 30s, with such delicate feminine features that made him look like a deer or a cat. He was stunning in the way that he could easily walk in anywhere and get whoever he wanted, and judging from his unperturbed expression and easy smile, Daniel’s sure ‘Louis’ knows it too. He was like some sexy, mysterious angel that really looked much too suave and fancy to be here. Yes, Daniel thought to himself, he should be at some upscale hotel balcony in New York with some thousand-dollar bottle of champagne and caviar on potato chips or something.
“Get the boy whatever he wants”, Louis says. Lessa stares at Daniel, and he stares back, too. Damn. She leaves them promptly to fix up his drink.
“Louis de Point du Lac, interesting name”, Daniel said.
“It’s the name of my great-great-grandfather’s plantation in New Orleans”.
“Oh, so that’s where the accent’s from”.
Louis smiles, devilishly handsome, and Daniel gets roped into talking to him for an hour or two. He would blame the generous glasses of wine and little bar snacks from Louis, but he knows he’s pulled in by Louis himself. Talking to Louis felt indulgent; every small thing he whispered under his breath was pulled out in the open and peered into. For just some rookie Berkeley writer, he felt oddly important. As their conversation progressed, Daniel could feel Louis’s seat inch closer and closer. Daniel could feel the side of Louis’s expensive trousers flushed on his raggedy jeans, warmth emanating. Though they were in high chairs, Daniel could tell that Louis was slightly shorter than Louis as his feet were dangling. From time to time, Louis would play footsie with Daniel’s ankle, sliding it up and down and feigning innocence whenever Daniel would look down.
Daniel was beginning to lose himself. He was sure that in the next 15 minutes, he would say something either incredibly inappropriate or stupid.
“I’m going to the bathroom”, he announced as if he were in a classroom. Louis smiles and does some gesture with his hands that he assumes means ‘go ahead’. So fucking suave. He somehow managed his way to the bathroom, stumbling across the dancefloor like a newborn fawn. The crowd was filled now, bodies grinding and dancing on some Italo disco track. He locks the door shut and takes out a small baggie and another dollar bill from his pocket. He had, like, enough for a line left, but it’s fine. He just needed to wake up a bit. Make that deep, drunk feeling turn sharp and controlled. It works, of course, maybe for a few seconds. His head feels a bit clearer, but he takes one look at himself in the dirty mirror and suddenly feels self-conscious. He looks like a mess. Strands of hair were sticking to his forehead from the sweat. His clothes were ill-fitting and all creased up. Then an earth-shattering realization: wait, why is he trying to impress Louis anyway? He’s a man. It’s not a date. Even in his filthiest hookups with guys for drugs, he never felt self-conscious or…
A loud banging knock. “-Hurry up, Jesus!”
Daniel hurried and collected everything back into his pocket, washing his hands. He felt hot all over. He needed to get out there and tell Louis that he wasn’t gay and that he wasn’t interested. He walked out to the dancefloor once more, only to be stopped by Louis himself.
“I was wondering what took you so long”, he said, “you’re high, Danny”.
It wasn’t a question nor an accusation. Just a fact.
“It’s Daniel,” Daniel says, a bit defensive.
Louis cocks his head, “Let’s dance, Danny”. Oh, he's got a bit of a mean streak.
Before he could really answer, Louis' hand was on his bicep, and suddenly, he couldn’t think of anything else. The older man dragged him to the middle of the dancefloor, right in the center of the chaos of moving bodies. At each sliver of empty dancefloor they squeezed through, Louis put his hand somewhere else. The small of Daniel’s back. His shoulder. His wrist. And now situated in the middle of the room, Louis’ hand was on the back of his neck, pressing him flush on his body.
“I don’t really dance”, Daniel says.
“Look around, boy, I wouldn’t exactly call this dancing”.
“Boy? I’m not that much younger”.
Louis deems his defense unworthy of a response. Instead, he turns around and starts dancing.
Daniel could faint right here and now. Louis was dancing on him like he was in fucking Studio 54. His arms, his hips, they were all pulling and pushing on Daniel, and honestly, all he could do was hold his arms out like an idiot. Louis was so, so out of his league. He should be on some elevated platform right now, dancing for the entire bar to watch in awe. Instead, he’s on Daniel; something akin to the queen bee of high school dirty dancing with the nerd on prom night. Sensing Daniel’s full-blown panic, Louis slid his hand down his arm and squeezed his hand. He pulled him in closer, face-to-face, and whispered, “Come on, baby, hold me”. Ah fuck. As if in a trance, Daniel grabs his hips, turns him around, and they start grinding on the dance floor. He lets Louis control the rhythm, and Daniel starts giggling at how good this feels. A beautiful man in front of him, the drunk heavy feeling in his mind, the bass thrumming in his bones, and the disco lights surrounding them both. He couldn’t help but get half-hard. They danced and danced, and one thing led to another, and somehow Daniel was whisked away to Louis’ apartment somewhere up north.
He would have expected the apartment to be incredibly modern and fancy, but it was quite quaint and Victorian-esque. It makes sense that such a beautiful man would have taste. He stumbles his way in and watches as Louis slowly takes off his boots and coat.
“Nice place”, he said to fill the silence.
“So… I have something for you”, Louis said. He walked over to a briefcase and prepared a nice glass tray with a few lines. “Only the best for you, boy”.
Daniel smiles, wide and toothy, “No way! God, it’s like you were reading my mind. Thanks, man... Wanna do some lines with me?”
Louis laughs, “You go ahead”.
Daniel shrugs and snorts it happily. “It feels expensive, way better than my usual shit”. Louis had gotten comfortable on his sofa seat, watching Daniel like a predator on its prey. Daniel straightened up at his gaze and stood up. Without thinking, he shrugged off his shirt, trying his best to seem sexy.
“So, uh, guess it’s my turn to uphold the social contract?”
Louis raised his eyebrow, “I didn’t ask for anything in return”.
“I know but, I mean…”.
“But what? Are you sure you don’t just…want it?”.
Daniel, who was still holding his shirt awkwardly, cleared his throat. “Uhm, look man, if I’m reading this wrong…”.
“You sure you don’t just want me…Danny?”
Daniel stayed silent. He slowly put his crumpled-up shirt on a table, as if afraid he was going to get bitten if he made too loud of a noise to break the tension.
“Kneel”.
He kneels.
“Now tell me what you want”.
“I…”.
“No, no. I want you to beg”.
Unsure of what that meant, he clasps his hand as if in prayer. He could see something light up in Louis’ eyes. Excitement? Amusement?
“Please… Louis… let me fuck you”.
Louis laughed in absolute delight. “Aww, you really thought I would let you have me like that? I’m not some girl off the street, baby”.
Daniel got a bit frustrated, from shame or cause he was turned on- he wasn’t sure. He could just leave. He didn’t even need this. But it was like his body was screaming at him to do this. He needed to convince Louis. He needed to…
The light in Louis’ eyes grew brighter. Daniel was outright crawling towards him, towards the sofa chair, and all the way to between his legs. Louis wasn’t laughing anymore; he was just watching him. Daniel dared not touch him, not until he was allowed to.
“You said I was your boy, your baby… won’t you indulge me? Won’t you spoil me?” he said, voice raspy.
“Oh, Danny, so good with your words”.
“I’ll do anything for you, I’ll follow your every word… Fuck, I’ll worship you”.
Louis cupped his chin and jerked his face close to his crotch. Daniel stumbled in the process, which caused him to steady himself up with his arms like a dog. He looked up at Louis, beautiful Louis, and waited expectantly.
“So worship me”.
Louis let go of his chin to pull down his trousers, letting his cock free. Daniel lunged at him, licking slow, desperate stripes on his cock. Louis let out a low moan, and Daniel felt a rush- he wanted to hear more. He used one hand to grasp at Louis’ thigh and the other to fondle his balls. What? He’s good at giving blowjobs. Call it experience. He moved to lap at the underside of the head, teasing it all around, before he promptly swallowed his length fully. Daniel could hear Louis’ lovely voice singing in his ears. He bobbed his head up and down, stopping in intervals to use his hand to stroke him while licking near his head. He kept his work up until he could hear Louis hiss and grab his hair (which he liked way too much).
“That’s enough, I don’t want to finish like this”, he said.
Daniel looked up at him, eyes watery. “Yeah?”, Daniel said with a mopey grin.
“Yeah”, Louis replied kindly, “Let’s go to the bedroom like adults, hm?”
They made their way to the bedroom: Louis striding confidently in front of him and Daniel following like he was entranced, stumbling a bit over air. Louis’ bedroom was nice with that same vintage feel. Interestingly, he had no pictures on his bedside. Distantly, Daniel wonders if he’s estranged from his family or if he was hiding a lover. He might have asked a question about it if he hadn’t gotten distracted by Louis stretching out on the bed with nothing on. Louis looked divine. Underneath all the clothes, he looked quite delicate but still plump in the right areas. His thighs were voluminous, just like a woman’s (maybe better?). And his cock was hard and slightly leaking- Oh, Daniel has to fuck him right now. He threw all his clothes off and pounced on him. He did not have time to waste: when was he ever going to score someone as hot as this again?
Louis looked up at him with his doe eyes, “I already prepared myself before I went out”.
“Of course you did”, Daniel laughed incredulously, “I’d say it’s a bit egoistic of you if you weren’t drop-dead gorgeous”.
Louis hums in agreement, but Daniel could see him look away slightly. Cute. Louis hands him a small bottle of lube and teaches him a bit on how to open him up. He does so like he was his humble servant, opening him up wider and wider. Then, once he was ready, Daniel spread the lube all over his member (which was achingly hard and red) and pushed in all in one go.
Louis moaned like he had finally gotten what he wanted. Somehow, Daniel realized at that moment what a pawn he had been this whole night. But if being a pawn was what it took to have a night with Louis De Point Du Lac, he’d gladly be one every single night. He fucked him slow and steady, teasing him after every new position. He hiked his thigh up over his shoulders and rubbed his cock all against his prostate, causing Louis to hide his face in the pillow. Guessing that Louis liked that position the best, he stayed there, fucking him nice and hard until his moans grew more frequent.
“I’m…close”, Louis bit out. Daniel moaned in response and thrusted harder. He might not have any fancy skills, but he was young and horny as hell. With every new thrust, Daniel watched as Louis face began to tighten and finally: “Fuck, I’m coming, baby”. Louis didn’t make a big show of it: he simply relaxed and sighed. It was so mundane, the way he only slightly arched his back and rolled his head over to the side, and yet Daniel came instantly after. He pulled out and sprayed it all over Louis’s waist, jerking himself while groaning. Louis looked back at him and rubbed his thigh. “You did such a good job”. If Daniel could come again, he would right that instant. But he was spent.
Louis was a sweetheart after but Daniel knew that Louis would never see him again. Still, though, he ripped a page off of Louis’ notepad by the kitchen and wrote his number. Maybe one night if he’s bored enough, he’d give it a call. Maybe.