Reach Out For The Sunrise Ch. 02

Someone bumped into them and they came apart a bit. Xavier let his arms drop distractedly, but he took Chavez's hand and pulled him along, leading him out of the men's room with a tug and a grin. Darkness, strobing lights, and pounding music greeted them on the other side of the door. Xavier didn't let go of Chavez's hand, leading him into the throng of writhing bodies on the dance floor.

If Chavez was disappointed by the change of scenery he didn't let it show. Or at least, Xavier didn't notice. That could also have had something to do with the fantastic high he had going on, but he figured Chavez couldn't be that upset since he stayed and danced with him. Although, with this many people packed around them it was less dancing than a frantic press of bodies turning and undulating together.

Back out on the floor, Chavez maintained a casual contact with Xav. A little frown had flickered across his brow as Xavier pulled free of the deliciously unexpected embrace in the men's room but he kept his fingers laced through Xavier's now, determined not to lose him as they headed back out onto the floor. The pounding beat lifted his mood again and before too long they were both bouncing and writhing energetically to the music, caught in the spill of bodies around them. From time to time the surge of the crowd pushed them together more intimately and Chavez did not waste the opportunity to run his hands seductively all over Xav's lean, lithe body.

He was hard and hungry for the blond youth now, searching for a way to lead him off towards the chill-out area so that they could maybe carry on making out.

Xavier was not ready to sit still by a long shot, but after a while he let Chavez lead him off. They passed the table they'd originally started out at, which was still empty despite the number of people that had since crowded into the club. The rooms beyond the tables were pretty full too. In one of the less crowed spaces they happened to find PJ and Dominic, getting cozy on a soft, green leather sofa.

Xav bounded over enthusiastically. The music was slightly more muted here and Xav slid next to Dom on the oversize couch while they chatted. He couldn't sit still though and his energy seemed to be contagious. He flirted shamelessly with Dominic and even performed a farewell lap dance for him, much to the delight of various spectators not to mention Lord Warren himself. It was all a great deal of fun.

Dominic made a great show of running his hands over Xav's body, the grin on his face was open and infectious though. He was happy to let the handsome youngster tease him but adult enough not to let the game go too far. As Xavier leaned forward so that they were almost close enough to kiss, Lord Warren called out; "I see you're having a good time, but where's your dark shadow? I thought Rayne was with you two."

At the same time it occurred to them both that Aldo was nowhere to be seen either.

Xavier's expression did not change, although his eyes grew a bit more closed off then they usually were.

"Not my night to watch him, I guess," he said. "I'm gonna go get something to drink."

"You need cash, chico?" Chavez asked.

Xavier chuckled. "Don't worry about it."

He stood up and wobbled slightly. Dominic caught his wrist gently.

"You think you should slow down a bit?" the older man suggested with a little smile.

"I haven't fallen on my face yet, so, no." Xav winked at him. "I'm fine, Dom."

"You wanna get some fresh air tho?" Chavez looked more intently at him, though he did not quite reach out to stop Xav. "Just for a little while, huh?"

He smiled hopefully, like a child cajoling his parents for an extra half-hour of play before he had to come in for the evening. "It's a beautiful night, chicolito."

"Alright." Xavier said, though he sounded less indulgent than resigned. He didn't really care how beautiful the night was. He was already mostly trashed and just wanted to continued drinking until he reached the point of numbness where he could shut down for a while.

Chavez seemed completely undeterred by any hint of reluctance and swiftly steered him out from the swirl of the club onto the balcony. As they walked some of Xavier's impatience faded. The cool sea breeze blew into his open shirt and cooled him down. The throb of music was even more muted out here. Even tanked as he was Xav picked up on the laid back romantic atmosphere. This was the perfect spot to bring someone if you were hoping to get into their pants, full of convenient little niches and shadows.

Xav wondered again where Rayne was… He stopped close to the balustrade and looked over, surprised at the sheer drop on the other side. The sea rolled and crashed restlessly on the beach down below. Turning, he put his hands up on the edge and pushed himself up to take a seat.

"Okay, you were right. It is beautiful out here," he admitted.

"It sure is," Chavez remarked with a grin, though he was not looking at the sea. He only had eyes for Xav.

Gentle hands ran slowly up Xavier's slim thighs now, massaging the taut muscles steadily as Chavez moved between his legs. He leaned forward, touching his mouth softly to Xavier's, kissing him tenderly.

Xavier brought his arms up to Chavez's shoulders, returning his searching kiss with a hint of warmth that swiftly grew in heat. When Chavez came in closer yet Xav's long legs lifted and crossed behind his back, his fingers sliding into his thick tail of black hair. Some distant part of him said he maybe shouldn't do this, but it was quickly silenced by the sea of alcohol and cocaine fueled horniness that made him drive his tongue into Chavez's mouth with a soft moan.

"Oh boy, chico! You are so-ooo hot!" Chavez laughed appreciatively as he rubbed his bulging groin urgently between Xavier's thighs, feeling how eager the blond youth was for him in return. "I wanna do some seriously bad shit with you, man!"

"Oh yeah?" Xavier murmured against his skin, kissing a hot line down the side of his friend's throat. "What kind of bad shit, huh?" he asked with a suggestive gleam in his eyes.

Chavez gave a little tug on his hips, pulling him off his perch until Xavier stood, pressed tight to him.

"Come over here with me and let me show you, chico." he murmured back, pulling him into a shadowed little nook.

They wrapped around each other again for another passionate kiss while their hands wandered over each other. Xavier tugged the buttons free on Chavez's pants and slid his hand inside, cupping and stroking him deftly while he kissed the sexy latino's mouth hot enough to melt him where he stood. Chavez had his back leaned up against the wall behind them and Xav sunk down in front of him like he just couldn't wait any longer. He pulled the front of his pants open further, letting Chavez's heavy shaft spring forward to his waiting lips. Xav made a little mewl of greedy pleasure as he licked his wet tongue over the silky head and opened wide to take him in.

"Uhhh... chicolito!" Chavez hissed softly, shaking his head slowly from side to side as he forced trembling fingers through Xavier's golden curls, thrusting lazily into the delicious heat of the young American's mouth. "You do that so good! Slow down... just for a second, huh... I'm gonna blow!"

Xavier slid his lips down his shaft seductively despite his warning, just because he could, and then came up off him. With a lazy grin he looked up at his friend.

"That's the idea, isn't it?" he asked in low husky murmur, kissing and licking across the tip of Chavez's straining cock.

"Ahhh... not so fast, chico," Chavez panted, half laughing at the wicked look on Xavier's face. "I wanna savour this. You are good though, baby. That feels so... mmmm!"

Privately, Chavez thought that it was little wonder Wylde always looked so damned smug when he had Xav in his bed. And then he wondered what in hell was going on with those two, because Xavier was not looking quite so dewy eyed when the limey fucker's name was mentioned tonight.

Not that he was complaining about that.

Xavier stroked him slowly, his fingers gliding over his turgid shaft while he let him cool down a bit. He kissed the wing of his hipbone, then just under his navel, working his way back up to his lips.

"You wanna top or bottom tonight, sweetheart?" he whispered as he nudged Chavez's lips with his own, remembering that the lithe Mexican youth was as flexible as he was about give and take.

Chavez pressed back against him hungrily, his hands sliding possessively over Xavier's hips and ass, lips working hard on his open mouth. He ran one hand down into the back of Xav's snug pants, exploring his ass enthusiastically as they kissed.

"Whatever you're up for, chico. You are on fire tonight," he panted appreciatively.

Xavier dipped two fingers into the front pocket of Chavez's pants, snagging the little packet he knew he would find there. He slid his hands up Chavez's torso and tapped the edge of the condom wrapper against his chest. "Put it on me."

Dark, Hispanic eyes widened at the husky request but Chavez's smile did not falter by one single watt as he took the little foil square from his mischievous mate. He touched his lips to Xavier's again and ripped open the packet hungrily, as Xavier unbuttoned his fly. Chavez dropped to one knee in front of him, breathing in the heat of his groin, applying his lips and tongue to Xav's straining sex as he gently stroked the slippery wetness of the rubber down onto his lover's twitching cock.

Taking Xavier's smooth, hot, heavy balls in his mouth he sucked on them slowly as his fingers touched base around the rubber restraining ring.

Xavier exhaled, heat and desire colliding in his middle as Chavez fondled and stroked him. He didn't wait too long though before he coaxed him back up. The look on his handsome face was smoldering as he grabbed the hem of Chavez's shirt and peeled it off him then turned him around. His hands caressed down Chavez's sides and danced over his hips, pushing his snug pants down to the top of his thighs.

Xav moved up close behind him, pressing his bare chest to the smoothly tanned back in front of him and rubbing the length of his cock in the cleft of his cheeks. He kissed and nibbled along the line of muscle that ran from shoulder to neck as he ground slowly against him, hands sliding down his belly to curl around the hard shaft jutting straight from Chavez's body.

Xavier's teeth grazed the lobe of his ear and nipped lightly as he rubbed insistently against his mate, pushing more firmly between the globes of his ass until the head of his cock was pressed to the little star between. A smooth roll of his hips and he pushed past the tight ring, a hard groan rising from them both as he did.

Chavez made a sound like a wounded animal as Xavier rode into him, pulsing against him, their lean bodies becoming one in the shadows. He half twisted, turning his head so that their lips could graze, huffing his hot breath into Xavier's open mouth as he bucked his hips back to meet the thrust of his mate's crotch. His firm, golden cheeks nestled into the hollow of Xavier's groin and Chavez uttered a long, low moan of need and pleasure. The sensation of being stretched and filled by Xavier's rigid cock sent little shivers of ecstasy rippling through him like windblown eddies on a tide of pure lust.

"Oh chico that feels good!" he growled.

Xavier kissed him, pushing deeper inside and uttering a needy little growl of his own.

"So good…" he agreed breathlessly. One hand stole up Chavez's chest to his shoulder, gripping him there and pulling him back as his hips shoved forward and his fist stroked slowly over his hard Mexican prick. "So damn good…"

Chavez leaned forward, curving his body over the balcony rail, gripping it tightly as he pushed back to meet Xav's thrusts. The sounds he uttered were caught part way between a moan and a sigh, his cock leaking wetness into Xavier's pumping hand with each stroke inside him.

"Ahhh... harder baby! Harder!" he grunted eagerly.

Xavier was only too eager to comply with his request, the fluid roll of his hips becoming more aggressive as he buried himself over and over in that tight, heated sheath. He bucked into Chavez in a swirl of drunken abandon, his body covering the sexy man under him with youthful vigor.

"Mmm, Valentino…" he purred silkily over his mate's ear. "You are sexy as hell..."

"Uhhh... yeah! And you are so-o-o-oo good at this!" his lover growled breathlessly, writhing under him and urging him on with that hot body. "Aaaiii… Xav... I'm so close..."

Xavier's teeth grazed over the skin of his shoulder, sucking at the warm skin and giving little love bites as he drove into him harder and faster. His fist pumped his friend's hard leaking prick, thumb caressing over the slippery plum of his head and rubbing urgently over the most sensitive parts. He could feel the tightening of muscles behind his groin, his hot breath bathing Chavez's skin as his stomach muscles clenched.

"Ohh! I'm gonna cum…Gonna cum so fuckin' hard!" he moaned, nipping at the back of Chavez's neck.

"Cum with me, chico... ohhh... feels so... so..." Chavez twisted in his embrace, reaching back and pulling Xavier's mouth down to his as they coupled urgently against the wall. He cried out helplessly into Xavier's open mouth as his cock lurched and he spurted in his mate's rapidly wanking hand.

Xavier seized his lips in a fierce kiss as he felt Chavez clench around him at the first hot spurt in his stroking fist.

"Aaaarrrh! Ffffff-uck!" he growled into his partner's mouth, shoving his swelling cock in deep and holding there as his spunk pumped over and over into the sheath of the condom.

Xav panted like a winded racehorse, dropping his forehead to rest on Chavez's shoulder for a few moments before he slowly withdrew. His lover half turned in his arms, pulling him close in a fierce hug and kissing him roughly on the mouth, lingering over the clash of lips as the breath tore raggedly from his heaving chest. Sweat glistened like tiny jewels on his forehead and cheeks and in his damp, dark hair.

"Oh man..." he panted at last. "Oh man... that was..."

But he could not find the breath enough to elucidate.

Xavier returned his kisses tenderly, feeling mellow with post orgasmic bliss and a good body buzz going on. He stripped the condom off and dropped it discreetly in a potted plant that looked like it was there for just that purpose. Then he pulled his pants back up.

Chavez was adjusting his clothes as well and Xav slipped an arm around his waist when he'd zipped up, pulling him companionably close as they resumed their little stroll along the enormous balcony on slightly wobbly legs.

~*~

The club was built on a series of terraces, running down into a deep bay with the sea lapping at its toes. Running on adrenaline, Rayne had been dancing like a man trying to forget himself for most of the evening, but now he found that his feet carried him out here, to the quieter balconies. Couples were already drawing together out here, wrapped in each others' arms as they tumbled into the shadows. Rayne was still half-dancing, as he moved across to the stone balustrade and leaned against it, listening to the shush of the waves down below vying with the dull thump of the bassline from inside the club. The sea breeze was balmy and gentle, not cold but, pleasantly, several degrees cooler than it had been indoors. He could feel his pulse, drumming insistently under his skin, keeping time with the music, with his tapping feet.

He felt Aldo's presence before he heard or saw the Italian. Moments before his friend's warm hands came to rest on his slim shoulders, he sensed the closeness of them but he did not turn. Not right away.

"Had enough?" Aldo murmured, lowering his head to touch soft lips to his right ear so that Rayne shivered from the words that he felt as well as heard.

"Just pacing myself." the little vampire exhaled quietly, staring out into the darkness of the bay as he let Aldo's hands wander down his silk-clad arms until the other man's fingers were entwined with his own on the stone cap of the balcony wall.

"You look so beautiful tonight," Aldo breathed into his ear. "I have to keep asking myself each time we meet how is it possible that you keep on getting more and more beautiful?"

"I've got good genes," Rayne laughed huskily. He leaned back into the older man's gentle embrace, not exactly reluctant to let those powerful, sun-gilt arms fold around him tenderly.

"Did you feed here tonight?" Aldo asked him, still rubbing his face affectionately in Rayne's fine, black hair.

"Well, it would be rude to refuse when I had so many offers." The vampire smiled as he rested his head on Aldo's shoulder, letting his hands slide up to cover the other man's wandering fingers as they began to unbutton his shirt. "And what about you? You've not been short of advances either?"

"I've had my eye on someone all night," Aldo purred, resisting Rayne's brief attempt to control his hands. "Just waiting for the right moment."

"Like this one, you mean?" Rayne tilted his head so that his hair spilled across his friend's shoulder and he was able to look up into the Italian's dark, serious eyes. "So... what are you doing out here with me then?"

"Caro," Aldo sighed, and touched his warm, soft lips gently to Rayne's cooler ones. "I cannot wait much longer. Tonight..."

He kissed Rayne again, more intimately, letting his lips linger over the slow, sensuous, delicious contact. His smaller mate lifted his arms and stroked his hands over the nape of Aldo's neck, pulling him down more deeply into the kiss. He turned then, snaking into the Italian's possessive embrace, his arms around the other man's neck, joined at the mouth and all points south to his hips and thighs with him, rubbing himself languidly against Aldo. The heat of his friend's magnificent body was almost enough to intoxicate him. Blood thrummed through his veins like a cascade down a mountainside.

"Tonight...?" Rayne panted into his mouth as their lips parted momentarily.

Then Aldo plunged into him again, almost pulling the delicate shirt from his shoulders in his desire to dive deeper. His tongue lashed ravenously between Rayne's parted lips and a low moan of longing rose in his chest as he ran a searching hand up under the half-open shirt, caressing his lover's belly and smooth, pale chest.

"You know as well as I," he gasped at last as they both came up for air together. Aldo's hands were in constant motion, exploring Rayne's bared torso as the beautiful, slender Englishman hung around his neck, looking up at him with those wide, jewel-bright, unblinking eyes. The pupils of those eyes were wide and dark, filled with hunger. His pouting lips glistened wetly in the moonlight.

"Tell me," he said imperiously.

"I have no need to tell you," Aldo growled, his own dark eyes alive with the heat of his lust. "You know it. You have always known it, since we first were together. You and I, we are good for one another, si?"

"You've always had the hots for me, you mean?" Rayne's fingers curled into his lover's sweat-damp mahogany mane and he pulled Aldo down slowly until their faces touched and he was able to nuzzle gently against the prow of the other man's strong, Roman nose. His lips moved softly against Aldo's, not kissing him but speaking quietly. "You've never been able to keep your hands off me, have you?"

"Does it still surprise you?" Aldo snatched a brief kiss, his eyes half closed. "When you were a child I could understand it. Less so now."

"I was never a child," Rayne told him seriously.

"No... you were certainly nothing like those other boys, that summer in France." Aldo shook his head, rubbing noses fondly with him, immune to the pain. "You were like a spell of winter in a land of eternal summer."