Chapter 1: Rising Action
Mike felt out of place as he stood at the bar of the unfamiliar bar, sipping on his beer. The dimly-lit space with its battered wooden floor, a
scattering of tables and chairs and a small makeshift stage where a band played on weekends seemed more like a place for the rough and tumble types. He was standing out like a sore thumb, an awkward 25-year-old straight man amidst the loud and raucous crowd.
A young, arrogant femme boy slid onto the stool next to him. Mike caught himself admiring the boy's slender physique and short, spiky hairstyle before remembering the conversation.
Felix, the boy, leaned in close, his green eyes piercing and his lips curved in a smirk. "You're new here," he said confidentially, his voice laced with a hint of British accent. "But you look lost."
Mike raised an eyebrow, feeling a twinge of unease.
"I'm just looking for a drink," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper.
Felix smirked, leaning in closer. "Oh, come on," he purred, his voice low and seductive. "You can tell me, sweetheart. What brings a handsome guy like you to a place like this?"
Mike shifted uncomfortably, feeling his cheeks flush under Felix's scrutiny. "I don't want any trouble," he muttered, his voice barely audible.
Felix laughed, a chilling sound that sent shivers down Mike's spine. "Trouble? Oh, honey, I'm not looking for trouble. I'm looking for pleasure," he purred, running his fingers along the nape of Mike's neck.
Mike flinched at the unexpected touch, feeling his heart race as he fought against the surge of desire rushing through him. "Please," he begged, his voice little more than a whisper.
Felix leered at him, his hand still resting lightly on Mike's neck.
"What do you want me to do?" he breathed, his words laced with promise.
Mike hesitated, his mind racing with conflicting emotions. He wasn't sure if he could trust Felix, but something about the way he looked at him made him feel like he had no choice but to follow wherever he led.
"Take me away from here," Mike finally whispered. Felix's smile widened, and he nodded slowly.
"I think I can help you with that," he whispered, his hand moving from Mike's neck to his chest.
Mike gasped as Felix's hand traced lazy circles on his skin, feeling the heat rise within him. He knew he should pull away, but he found himself unable to resist the touch.
Felix's green eyes gleamed with amusement as he leaned in closer, his breath warm on Mike's ear. "Shall we?" he purred.
Mike nodded mutely, his heart pounding in his chest as Felix led him through the crowd and out of the bar.
They walked down the street, the cool night air hitting Mike's flushed cheeks, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of abandon as Felix led him further and further away from safety and security.
They turned down a side alleyway, and Felix stopped, his back pressed against the rough brick wall. Mike stood in front of him, his breath quickening as Felix looked up at him, a cocky arrogance in his features.
"So," Felix purred, his voice low.
"What are you in the mood for tonight, pretty boy?"
Mike swallowed hard, feeling his heart race as his eyes flickered up to meet Felix's.
"I..." he stammered, his voice barely audibly. "I don't know."
Felix stepped forward, his hands running up and down Mike's arms as he spoke.
"Well, I think I can help you with
that," he said, his voice like velvet.
Mike felt a shiver run down his spine as Felix's hand trailed across the bare skin of his chest, up to his neck and then around to cup his face, tilting it up for a searing kiss.