by T. M. Smith
The first thing Chris noticed when they entered the club was that it was far more crowded than it had been the last time he was there. Victor led them all to an area at the back of the club that was roped off. There was a big guy standing guard, supposedly to keep people out of the area. Kory, Gabe and Ashton were already there, dancing in a cage at the far end of the bar, dressed in nothing but jock straps, tube socks and tennis shoes that glowed in the dark. They also had various markings, drawings and lines covering their bodies with neon body paint.
The VIP area they were in was roped off with a bar on one side, couches and chairs along the length of the wall on the other side, and a walkway that ran down the middle of the area, ending at the cage the guys were dancing in. Chris, Linc and Mattie headed toward the bar for a drink while Victor and Andrew went back out into the club to work the room. Chris’s attention was drawn to a poster that was pinned to the wall next to the bar.
Love on the Docks
Join the guys of All Cocks at Club Berlin for a meet and greet with models Kory, Ashton, Jordan and the troublesome threesome… Gabe, Kris and Linc who will be featured in the next All Cocks movie, Love on the Docks, releasing next month.
And there in black and white were the snap shots each one of them used on the ‘meet the models’ page of the website, along with a larger image in color of Gabe, Chris and Linc from the threesome scene they’d shot. There were also snapshots from various other videos… Chris and Gabe by the pool, Linc and Gabe in the same room they shot the threesome scene in, and the background image was a picture of V.A.M parked at the dock. “Wow, this is quite the presentation.” Chris leaned over and yelled into Linc’s ear since the music was so loud in the club.
Hearing his name shouted out over the base, Chris turned and grinned when he saw Michael, Max and Colton waving from the other side of the roped off area. Chris made his way over with Linc by his side and told the guy guarding the area it was cool. Chris introduced his three friends to everyone and got them drinks before he and Linc excused themselves to go and mingle, per Victors instructions.
For the next hour, Chris shook more hands and got hit on more than he ever had in his life. The same could be said for Linc, hell, they even got several offers to be bookends for a few extremely excited fans. Chris’s fingers were sore from signing so many autographs and Linc swore his cheeks hurt from smiling for picture after picture.
“Yeah, well, my cheeks hurt too babe, and I ain’t talking bout the ones you can see!” Chris yelled over the music. Linc gave him a confused look. “The fucking waiter pinches my ass every damn time he walks by!” Chris sounded really pissed, but all Linc could do was laugh at the comment, which made Chris smile.
A new song floated through the club and Linc started bouncing on his toes, “I love this song! Dance with me?” He said as if he were asking Chris, already dragging him through the bodies toward the area where everyone was dancing. Chris recognized the song, “Talking Body” by Tove Lo, it was a song he too liked. He expected Linc to turn around once they reached the dance floor, but he didn’t, he backed up into him and started dancing with the beat.
Everyone else in the crowded club disappeared as soon as Linc was up against him, grinding his ass back against Chris’s groin. Linc reached back and wrapped his hands around Chris’s neck, pulling him close. It caused Linc’s back to arch so he laid his head back on Chris’s shoulder, slowly gyrating his hips. Chris ran his hands around in front of Linc, holding his body against him by bracing his hands on Linc’s thighs, digging his fingers in. They moved in sync, matching the rhythm of the music with every shake and thrust of their hips. All Chris could see, hear or feel was the music and Linc. He leaned down and gently bit Linc’s shoulder, still moving his hips, keeping pace with Linc and the song. Linc moaned loud enough that even over the base that was rattling the windows Chris heard it, and it made his dick even harder.
The beat slowed as did the verse of the song and Linc slowly turned around in Chris’s arms. He ran his hands around Chris’s body, slipping them into the back pocket of Chris’s jeans. As soon as their hips made contact, they were moving in sync with each other and the music again. Chris ran his hands up the front of Linc’s body, grabbing the collar of Linc’s shirt and jerking him closer. He mouthed the words of the chorus as he stared into Linc’s lustful eyes, “If you love me right, we fuck for life, on and on and on.”
Their foreheads and noses were touching, lips impossibly close. Chris barely brushed his lips over Linc’s, pulling back when Linc moved forward in an attempt to seal them together. Linc brought his arms up, wrapping them around Chris’s neck before running his fingers through the unruly, auburn locks. Chris smiled down at Linc as he bent and brushed his lips over Linc’s again, this time briefly making contact. The kiss was short and chaste, Chris pulled back when he was loudly reminded that they weren’t alone by a room full of cheering, clapping, screaming people. They were so wrapped up in each other, neither one of them realized the song had ended.
Chris laughed at his boyfriend when Linc’s face flushed red. They slowly made their way back toward the VIP area where the rest of their friends were, stopping to talk to fans and sign a few more autographs. Linc put his foot down and adamantly said hell no when one guy unzipped, popped his dick out and asked Chris to sign it. Linc glared at the guy while Chris laughed so hard, he thought he would piss himself. And then it was Chris’s turn to fume when he spotted a familiar face lurking toward them.
Linc immediately noticed the change in Chris’s body language. “What? What’s wrong?” he asked when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He didn’t even have to turn to know who it was. Between the look of pure hatred that now grazed Chris’s face, how his grip on Linc’s hips had tightened, then there was the unmistakable smell of way too much Polo that followed Lance everywhere he went. Linc sighed before turning and facing his ex. Lance was trying his hardest to smile until Chris wrapped his arms around Linc’s waist and pulled his body impossibly close. The line had been drawn in the sand, Chris silently daring Lance to make one wrong move with the gesture.
Lance held his hands in the air and shook his head, giving Linc a sad smile. “I don’t want to fight. I just wanted to talk to you for a minute, please.” Linc nodded but didn’t make a move to pull away from Chris. “Alone!” Lance barked. There was that entitled tone he was trying to hide.
“Oh hell no!” Chris said, tightening his grip around Linc so tight he gasped.
The confrontation had drawn the attention of anyone within earshot and they started to gather behind Chris and Linc. Before the situation could escalate, thankfully Victor found them. He moved the three of them over to the bar before he too let Lance have it with both barrels. “Why you come here tonight? You are not welcome!” Victor snarled at him and motioned one of the bouncers over. A big, scary guy with arms the size of tree trunks that spoke the same language as Victor.
Lance held his hands up again, placating the pissed off Vampire that glared down at him. “Wait! I just wanted to talk to Linc, I don’t want any trouble, promise.” Lance actually looked scared as he backed into the bar.
“It’s okay Victor, I’ll talk to him,” Linc said as he grabbed Victor’s arm and pulled him away from Lance. It took some convincing, but finally Linc got Chris to go with Victor promising he’d be there in five minutes. Turning back to Lance who stood there holding two shot glasses with a green liquid in them, Linc crossed his arms over his chest. “You’ve got five minutes.”
Lance tried to hand one of the shots to Linc, he shook his head. “Speak.”
“I miss you Lincoln.” Lance said the words so quietly Linc could barely hear him, he mostly read them on Lance’s lips.
Jaw clenched, Linc spoke through clenched teeth. “I told you not to call me Lincoln. You no longer have the privilege of using my real name. And I’m not going to have this conversation with you again Lance, there is no us and I don’t really fucking care what you miss. You should have thought about that
when you were out sticking your dick in any ass that moved!”
Linc turned to go. “Wait, please Linc, can we be friends then? I don’t want to lose you entirely.” Lance was pleading with him, and Linc was a little taken back by the honesty he thought he heard in the words. He stood and stared at Lance for several uncomfortable moments.
“I don’t know Lance; I honestly don’t think I owe you anything. But I’ll think about it. Now, I’m going back to go join my friends, if you’ll excuse me.” Linc turned to leave, but not before Lance shoved the shot glass into his hand. Before he could down the contents, a group of rowdy guys walked in between them so Linc took the opportunity to exit and go find Chris. But he still held the shot in his hand.
Lance leaned back against the bar, downing his own shot and smiling. Now all he had to do was wait for Linc to drink his shot. The two pills he’d dropped into the glass would surely be enough to at least disorient Linc, and as soon as he was separated from his friends and that bastard Chris, Lance would make his move.
~ Chapter 17 | Unredeemable ~
Chris was rocking on his heels, watching the crowd that came and went through the VIP section, growing more and more anxious with each passing minute that Linc didn’t join them. He was about to go find his boyfriend when Linc came into view and quickly made his way over to Chris with a couple of beers and something green in his hand. Chris wrapped his hand around the back of Linc’s neck and pulled him toward him, kissing him fast, but thoroughly, staking his claim. Linc laughed and handed Chris one of the beers, sitting the shot down on the table. “What the hell is that?” Chris asked.
“A Midori Kamikaze, its Lance’s favorite shot. He ordered them for us but I didn’t want to toast to anything with him so I split, still had it in my hand when I made my getaway,” Linc said, still laughing.
“You don’t want it?” Mattie asked, leaning forward and picking up the glass. Linc shook his head and Mattie smiled, downing the shot in one pull. “Oh, yummy!” he shrieked.
It didn’t take long for the shot that was intended for Linc to work its way through Mattie’s much smaller body. One minute he was fine. Laughing and joking with Gabe about something, then the next he couldn’t catch his breath. Mattie reached for the water bottle Victor had gotten him, but he couldn’t grip it and it fell to floor at his feet. Andrew turned to Mattie and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “You okay Mat?” he asked, his voice was trimmed with concern. It seemed to take a great deal of effort on Mattie’s part to simply turn his head and look into Andrew’s eyes.
Whatever Andrew saw there scared him because he yelled out Victor’s name and grabbed Mattie by the arms. Tears were rolling down Mattie’s cheeks but he didn’t, or couldn’t speak, in fact, his face didn’t really even move. Mattie had become a wax figure, but worse was the fact that he couldn’t seem to catch his breath. Victor shouted for someone to call an ambulance and moved around behind Mattie just as his body fell limp in Victor’s arms. Andrew was shouting and Victor was screaming in Romanian which no one but the damn bouncers could understand.
Linc thought the ambulance must have been parked in front of the club; he didn’t think five minutes had passed between Victor yelling at the bouncer to call and the paramedics pushing their way through the crowd. There were three of them, two men and one woman. While the men worked on Mattie the woman spoke with the bouncers who then started clearing out the club. Everything happened so fast, Linc’s head was spinning. If it weren’t for Chris holding him down, he might have spun right out of control.
They loaded Mattie onto a stretcher and headed for the ambulance with Andrew glued to his lover’s side. That alone gave Linc a little peace of mind. Mattie’s eyes were still open and he held tight to Andrew’s hand, but he was still having trouble breathing, even with the oxygen mask the paramedics strapped over his face. Victor stayed behind, still barking orders at the bouncers in Romanian. And then there were two police officers there, asking questions and taking statements. Was Matthew a heavy drinker? Did he use drugs? Victor was fuming so Linc and Chris intervened before he tore off one of the police officer’s heads. Then one of the cops asked Victor what his relationship to the victim was. Linc cringed at the word… victim. It sounded so filthy the way the officer said it. Victor told them he was his partner, husband basically. One of the cops curled their lip at that statement and Linc thought Victor was fixing to go to jail for murder.
Chris decided it was time to defuse the situation. “Calm down Victor. They are just trying to find out what happened okay?” Victor turned and glared at Chris before he threw his hands up in the air and stepped aside, letting Chris speak directly to the officer that was obviously letting his narrow minded views on homosexuality cloud his judgement while on the job.
“I think you need to call your sergeant or your boss or whoever and ask for a couple officers to be brought here that are not homophobic, because everyone else in this room is gay, so your narrow minded personal views aren’t welcome here.” The cop in question huffed before spinning on his heels and stomping away. The other officer stayed behind.
“I’m sorry. He’s old and stuck in his ways. I’ll take your statements for now and be sure that the detectives put in charge of Matthew’s case are more accepting of your situation.” The officer (Jonathon was the name on his badge) smiled down at Victor. Chris could tell by the set of Victor’s jaw and the way he was squinting up at the officer that Victor was still dangerously close to having a meltdown.
Officer Jonathon seemed to sense it too, so he sort of placated the bigger man. “Okay, let’s do this one at a time. We’ll start with you,” he said pointing at Victor. “Tell me what happened.” It took them a while but one by one they each gave a statement to the officer. “Alright so Matthew was fine when you re-joined the group Lincoln, is that correct?” The nice cop asked.
Linc nodded, “Yeah.”
“I’m sorry Lincoln, I’m not trying to be difficult, but just once more can you start at the beginning, when you re-joined the group? That seems to be the catalyst” The office asked nicely, smiling at Linc which set him at ease.
“My ex showed up and we kind of had a confrontation, but he was never in here in the VIP section. After I left him at the outside bar, I grabbed a couple beers for me and Chris and came back in here. I guess it was about thirty minutes before Mattie started acting strange. He dropped his water and he couldn’t catch his breath.” Linc looked up at Chris for confirmation he wasn’t forgetting anything.
Chris nodded, “Yeah, Linc came back and Mattie slammed the shot then…” The officer waved his hand silencing Chris mid-sentence.
“What shot? no one has said anything about a shot,” he asked, his eyes swept the table and landed on the empty shot glass. “Was this the glass?” Jonathon, the officer asked. Chris and Linc nodded. “What was in it?”
Chris looked over at Linc, he was shaking his head now. “Nothing just a Midori Kamikaze I’m pretty sure.”
“What is it? You are thinking this make Mattie ill?” Victor asked.
Jonathon waved his hand and everyone shut up. “I don’t know if this is what made Matthew sick or not, but I’m going to have the residue in the glass tested to see if the lab finds anything suspicious. And you say you bought the shot for Matthew, is that right Lincoln?”
“No.” Linc shook his head and then it hit him, “Oh my god. My ex gave me that shot, he was pretty insistent that I drink it, he like shoved it at me a couple times. Oh shit, you don’t think Lance would have put something in that drink to get back at me, do you?!” Linc was visibly shaking now. Chris grabbed him and pulled Linc into his body, wrapping him in his arms.
Jonathon clapped Linc on his shoulder, “Hey, don’t go blaming yourself for something you didn’t do, something you aren’t even sure happened, okay?” He waited for Linc to look at him and nod before he spoke again. “I’m going to go file my reports and your statements. Then I’ll head over to the hospital and have the lab there check this out
.” He held up a large Ziploc bag that now held the glass. Linc didn’t even see the cop pull out the bag, much less stuff the glass into it.
The officer turned and was leaving just as Kory ran their way. Linc noticed Jonathon stop and look over his shoulder, watching Kory walk their way. When he looked over at Kory, he saw that Kory was eyeing Jonathon as well. Before Linc could even decipher all that, Victor was on his feet heading toward the exit, barking a litany of Romanian at them. He didn’t seem to care that they couldn’t understand one goddamn word he was saying.
***
To say the next few days were crazy would be the understatement of the century. They all spent most of that night and the early morning at the hospital, waiting for news on what happened to Mattie. When the officer and the doctor finally shared with them that Mattie had been drugged, Andrew went postal. And that scared them all, almost as much as what happened to Mattie because Andrew was mister cool, calm and collected. When he lost it everyone in the room took a few steps back.
Officer Jon came out to the house the day after Mattie came home, two days after the incident at the club, to fill them in on where he was with the case. The residue in the shot glass had been tested at the hospital and came back positive for Rohypnol, the date rape drug. Officer Jon then had it tested at the police lab for fingerprints that came back matching Lance, Linc, Mattie and the bartender. When the officer visited Lance he tried to deny everything at first, then lawyered up when he realized he was up shit creek.