Page 8 of Kane's Awakening
Chapter Three
Kane
When I wanted a night of meaningless sex and to get shit-faced, my go-to place was Raw. It was the only gay club in the area, so I couldn’t be picky, even if it was in a small building and had crazy high drink prices.
At least it existed.
Living in the Bible belt of the south, I’d come to realize not many places welcomed gays with open arms. But things were getting better on that front. I mean, my gym alone was made up mostly of gay guys because we knew we were welcomed there. It was a safe-place so to speak, but straight people went there, too. Zack had placed a few non-discrimination signs around the place, and the one time some dude tried to start shit with a more flamboyant type guy, Zack had went apeshit on him.
There was an LGBTQ group that met every so often for events, and even though I had never attended, I thought it was great. Especially for the teenagers who were still coming to terms with themselves. Knowing you were accepted and not alone was a huge thing for people. A few churches even allowed the group to meet in their buildings on occasion.
I never hid that I was gay, but I didn’t go around announcing it either. Why should I? It’s not like straight guys went around and said “I like pussy” to everyone they met. It didn’t define me as a person.
The music pounded through the speakers, turned up so loud that the bass vibrated all through my body. At times, it felt like my heart was trying to leap out of my chest. I’d been at the club for over an hour and wasn’t that impressed with my selection.
Since when did guys come here with their boyfriends?
Nearly every man there had a date, and the leftover guys weren’t exactly my type. One guy smelled like rancid body odor. Others were too muscled or too tall. To most guys, that wasn’t a turnoff, but I was different. I liked being the dominant one, which was why I sought out twinks. Not all of them were bottoms, but most I’d met had been.
The exception had been a very toppy twink I’d met once, but yeah… that hadn’t gone anywhere.
If I was being honest with myself, there were some attractive, single guys there, but I was getting tired of the same old thing.
Not even my semi-drunk self could convince me to fuck any of them.
I downed the rest of my Jack and Coke and set the glass on the counter, deciding to call it a night and get the hell out of there. After paying my tab at the bar, I tried to part my way through the swarm of dancing people, but it was like a never-ending wave. I stumbled through them and just found myself deeper in the chaos.
No way to the surface.
Korn’s song “Falling Away From Me” came on next, and I couldn’t stop myself from swaying to the melody. My move toward the exit slowed as I joined the crowd in their slightly hypnotic dance.
Someone brushed against my side as another person panted at the back of my neck. It was unexpectedly arousing. A hand squeezed my ass and trailed across my hip to my crotch. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes, not caring whose it was and enjoying the way my blood pumped through my veins at the contact.
A drug I couldn’t resist.
When I opened my eyes, I saw him. Not the one groping me, but another guy farther away. The hands squeezing my ass were all but forgotten as my vision zeroed in on the sexiest man I’d ever seen. The room was dim and the flashing green and blue lights didn’t give off enough light to see far, but not even the shadows could hide his good looks.
He looked to be taller than me by like an inch, and his short hair appeared as if he’d styled it by just brushing his fingers through it. Definitely not a twink, but he was magnetic.
Without thinking, I started toward him. The closer I got, the more I noticed his sculpted jaw line and his perfectly sloped nose that gave him a damn sexy profile. His biceps and broad shoulders filled out his shirt nicely, but he wasn’tthatmuscled. Toned and lean.
Even though he was the opposite of everything I usually went for, there was no stopping me.
My dick had remained mostly soft the whole damn night and now it was hard for him. The thing had a mind of its own, and I couldn’t walk away even if I wanted to. Which I didn’t.
Right when I reached him, some dark haired chick bounced up beside him and looped his arm with hers.
Fuck. Seriously?
Noticing me, she said, “Hey! Whoa, look at those arms.”
I wasn’t sure if I was more flattered or confused. Did this sexy as fuck guy have a girlfriend? If so, why was he in a gay club? Some stupid ass experiment or curiosity?
“Thanks?” I responded.
She looked from me to the guy and smiled. “I will leave you two alone. Have a great night!”
“Anna, wait!” Hottie shook his head, but she just grinned, disappearing in the dancing crowd seconds later. His gaze moved to me. “Uh, hi.”
