Rock Hudson’s Parties, Chapter 1 (Jadore / Biadore) - Imafuckinglibra
Summary: A fresh faced young man gets off a bus in New York to move in with an estranged college friend, now a broadway star. Old flames flare up again but are potentially derailed when an older man’s temptations threaten to come between them.
Fair Warning : There is no smut technically in this chapter, there will be in the next chapters buuuuuut there is a pretty descriptive scene & matching slightly nsfw image (if your brightness is turned down enough you won’t see any bits, pinky promise).
“Good afternoon folks, it is currently a beautiful 76 degrees in New York City. We welcome all travelers to exit towards your left - ”
Danny drowned the rest out as mere drabble as he stared in awe of the massive bus terminal he’d climbed out at. His eyes wide and spirits high as the big skyscrapers came into view over the horizon.
“Wow.” He exhaled under his breath. “What a nice cock.”
“I beg -“
“Where’d you buy it? I’d love to get one for my new roommate.” The young man cheerfully smiled, gesturing to the ceramic rooster this new stranger next to him held under his arm.
“Oh this old thing, just over there on the corner.” The man smiled back, flicking his hat up with his index finger so he’d get a better look. “My wife saw a similar one on Father Knows Best last week and wanted one for herself.”
“The new episode? The one where Bud’s nominated the head of the decorating committee for homecoming week? Gosh that was a good one huh.”
“Well I don’t much like it myself,” It was probably obvious to anyone in the nearby vicinity that this polite man was just trying to wait for his bus in peace but our lovable protagonist just couldn’t curb his enthusiasm. “But the wife and kids love it, you know.”
“Oh, I see.” He nodded.
He reminded himself of the lectures his mother had given him, asking him not to let his naivety get the better of him while he was in New York. Her fault if you ask me for smothering him so long but he’d never admit it.
‘Remember you’ll be your own grown man now, you need to start acting it.’
‘She’s right.’ He scolded himself, standing up a little taller and finally letting the man alone at peace.
Of course old habits die a bit harder and he found himself subconsciously still swaying left to right in anticipation for the new bus arrivals. The woosh of the subway under his feet and the many, MANY names of cities and times being called out making it impossible for him to stand still. His excitement at his new life bubbling to the surface.
“Are you waiting for someone?” The stranger initiated the conversation, clearly sensing the tangible excitement coming from his right.
“Oh yes! My friend is supposed to come meet me here, see I just got in town. I’m from California, and I’ve never been to New York before but my friend, old girlfriend I suppose. Well she lives here. And she invited me to stay with her so I could try to find a job, either on Broadway or a nightclub, really anything simple would work you know. I mean I have a job but it’s - ”
“Danny!” He heard from behind.
“Please be his friend.” The man chuckled under his breath, clearly both amused and annoyed by his jittery rambles.
“Pardon?”
“Daniel,” She laughed. “over here!”
“Jinkx!” He finally spun around in the right direction to see his dear old friend running towards him. Looking livelier than he’d ever seen her, rosy cheeks and red hair full of color. Her bustline filled out and hips to die for.
“You made it! Welcome!” She cheered when they at last reached each other.
The pair excitedly embraced one another in a warm hug like only friends who hadn’t reunited in forever could. Unbothered by the crowd of people trying to push past them towards their own loved ones, including the stranger’s wife who’d joined him and his painted chicken by now.
“I say!” He teased pulling her back by the shoulders so he could get a good look. “You look phenomenal.”
“Don’t judge dear. I’ve had a long night.” She blushed, pressing the back of her fingers against her own cheek to feel how badly her temperature was rising.
“I bet.” Danny teased taking one of her hands to press his lips against them. Lovingly staring into her eyes for a minute as if years of separation had been washed away. Their bond strengthens again simply at the sight of one another. “You do look swell though, my god. Have you aged a day?”
“Many. And before you ask how many, don’t forget who’s letting you stay with them.”
“Yes ma’am.” The pair giggled amongst themselves hugging tightly once more.
The much, much better acquainted with schedules and subway numbers, Jinkx, tried to explain as best she could step by step for Danny how he was supposed to get around. More specifically, how to get to Greenwich Village where their now shared apartment awaited them.
She explained he’d find the way rather easily as their type of free spirited artists regularly crowded the streets, and would always lend a helping hand to a lost soul. However, Danny was far too enchanted by the smell of hotdogs and pretzels coming from various corners of the street.
So instead, they settled on taking a cab, partially because it was easier than trying to lug the hungry boy across a city he had no knowledge of. Mainly though because said hungry boy had promised if Jinkx paid for said cab he’d splurge on whatever lavish meal she wanted.
Or at least that was originally the deal, by the time they’d gotten home, unpacked his luggage and Jinkx had changed into a gorgeous evening dress, Danny was exhausted.
His hunger and the adrenaline of the day had worn him down to a listless wet cloth. Spread out on the living room’s couch in front of the radio with a cigarette dangerously close to falling out his fingertips and onto the meticulously vacuumed carpet.
“Say doll, what if -“
“Nooooo-uh!” Jinkx whined out, dropping her hand with the extravagant pearl earrings to her side.
“Let me finish.” He took both her hand and the earrings. “What if we go grab something at the drug store and stay in tonight hey? At 7.30 they’re airing I Love Lucy reruns. We could eat ourselves silly on popcorn and pretend it’s the pictures.”
He tried his best to keep a boyish glee on his face as she stared him down with resentment, towering over him in her high heels and arms crossed in a scolding posture.
“No. Let me finish.” She started forward, lifting her skirt up just enough to allow her easier mobility as she straddled his lap. Removing the cigarette from his hand and taking a long deep puff while she let his fingers glide from her ankle to her thighs, the thin stretch of nylon stockings the only barrier between them.
Slap!
The sting of an open palm radiated through Danny’s hands making him swiftly retreat them from her body. “You are going to take me to the club. I want a drink, a hot meal and a show all in that order. You got it!”
“Push-y.” He dragged out as she climbed off him, readjusting her ruffly blue dress to fall perfectly below the knee again. “Fine, let me go shave. I’ll be with you in a minute.”
Reluctantly he came out a new man. His stubbly chin trimmed down smoothly to a fresh clean face, side swept hair combed and pomaded back into his neat sailor cut. The pair looked positively hot to trot as they made their way out the building in a perfectly picked ensemble.
Jinkx in her new navy blue evening dress with black lace decorating her chest, not unlike one Lucille Ball had worn in a promotional shoot for her show when it was still on air as Danny had so politely remarked.
Him wearing a slightly darker blue, slightly mismatched if you look closely, suit and coat. A brown tie, the only one he could find to his dismay, and a white handkerchief tucked into his breast.
He felt perfectly grown up. Like a star in his own sitcom.
“Say, Roy! When’s that film coming out again?” Jinkx shouted out of the blue when they crossed the street towards another apartment building about half the size of theirs.
“December 4th at Radio City. Goddamn it if it isn’t my best work yet!”
Danny looked up to where the reply had come from, it was a lean hispanic looking man hanging out of the window of his 3rd story rental. A cigarette in one hand, glass in another with a magazine spread open on the ledge. His thick collared and smoothly ironed white shirt buttoned high to the neck with a green tie poking out. Suspenders hooked over his shoulders and onto his black pants showing off his sophisticated old fashion look made Danny think back to the Arrow Collar ads his father had shown him back in the day.
He flashed Danny a coy smile as he took another puff, trapping him in a stare down. “Who’s that?”
“That’s Roy. He helps sew costumes for companies. You hear of that book Auntie Mame they turned into a picture?”
“Yeah?”
“He helped make and ship the costumes. Knew a guy who knew the director and he said he HAD to be the one doing those gowns and drapes.”
“Wow.” Danny blushed finally returning the smile from the man. Amazed to be in the presence, ish, of someone who worked so close to the stars.
“You coming down to the club later?“
“Maybe. Call me from the lounge will yah!” He sent them a final wink and blew them a kiss before retreating back into his building, presumably to get ready Jinkx noted.
Danny was dumbfounded though, how could he look so damn near perfectly put together and still need to get ready? Where were they going? The president’s lounge?
Not quite, obviously. They’d instead end up in a loud jazz club hidden behind some stairs leading underground. Like a final barrier you had to cross before the doors swung open into magic.
Well, magic covered in a lot of suede. The club was divided into two sections, the dining hall up some steps to your left. Where you could sit more quietly, enjoying the music and some food rather than participating in the show. Then the lounge if you kept going straight past the entrance. It had a decently sized, wooden stage at the far end of the room, big enough for a full band of tubas, saxophones, bass players, big drum sets - you name it.
Chairs and tables lined up past an imaginary line in front of the stage for guests to sit and drink during the performances and of course, the pièce de résistance, a full bar lining the wall on the right.
His eyes lit up with wonder and awe as a dangerously tall woman with tanned brown skin and silver hair took his coat off. Her long slender fingertips sliding over his shoulders, smoothing any crinkles in his suit jacket.
Jinkx quickly guided him down to a table near the middle, she claimed it would give them the best view while keeping a close enough spot to the bar that they wouldn’t have to wait long for drinks.
Danny however assumed it was because there was already a gaggle of guys and girls hanging around it gushing over her when she rushed in.
They hugged and kissed her left and right, praising her performances the week before at rehearsals and complimented her dress choice for the evening. Ooh’s and Aah’s galore as she twirled her hips side to side to make the length of the dress dance and sway beneath her.
Danny waited patiently with his hat in his hands for someone to acknowledge him when a short blonde woman in a skin tight pink sheath dress walked over. Her hair perfectly coiffed up in short curls and delicate, light make up made her look as though she’d just walked off the set of a picture in Hollywood.
“Well well, what did the cat drag in?”
“Good evening.” Danny politely smirked at her when she held her dainty hand out for him to kiss. She had an intriguing air about her, as if she knew you wanted her despite her being forever out of your reach.
She eyed him like he was the last glass of water in a dessert, casually leaning onto his shoulder as if they’d been friends for ages. “Where you from young one?”
“California, ma’am. Azusa.”
“My, you are far from home.” She cooed tilting her head inwards.
“You’re one to talk.” He quipped right back. “Long way yourself, what’s a pretty Australian girl doing in a dive like this?”
“Maybe a cute serviceman brought me to see the wonders of the big city.”
She swayed around him effervescently as if to signal she might be done with the conversation for now, but that she definitely wasn’t done with him just yet.
“They got too busy to send you back.” He teased allowing her to keep his gaze captivated just a tad longer.
Her long, pointed nails pinching his cheek before she glided away. “Too distracted.”
‘I bet.’ He sighed to himself unable to look away from her hypnotic swaying rear desperately pushing the fabric of her dress to the limits.
As if it had been nothing but an illusion, when he turned his gaze away finally Jinkx had been introducing him, clearly unaware of the little cat and mouse act he’d just taken part in.
He courteously greeted everyone, shaking their hands or planting a kiss here or there on a cheek, whichever was appropriate, and sat down for the drink, dinner and a show he’d promised.
He hadn’t realized people could blather so much until the drinks began pouring, the quick meal of a small serving of steak and greens not nearly filling his belly as much as the bourbon, gin, vermouth and rum did.
Not that he minded, in fact, Jinkx had been right. Once he got into the swing of it his low energy from earlier had disappeared and instead been replaced with his usual charismatic loud self.
Freely laughing and dancing with whoever would occupy him at that moment, swinging around the dance floor with Jinkx’s co-star Dela. An equally tall, equally full built woman who tittered and swung her frilled dress as they danced up a storm to every fast paced tune till they couldn’t stand any longer.
“You know you’d make an awfully pretty girl.” Shangela, a lady who’d been singing when they got there but since joined the crowd at their table, teased when he came back to fall into his seat. Her thumb’s fingernail dragging down his full cheekbone.
He had to take a minute to think of a response as he sat with a confused grin on his sweaty face making their compatriots chuckle.
“You never play dress up? Not even your momma’s girdle?” She continued teasing.
He finally took a sip of his drink and leaned back casually throwing an arm around Jinkx’s chair; content in his masculinity yet again. “No ma’am. My dad fought in the wars, what would he think?”
“Well I don’t know about him, but nobody seemed to mind when I did it.” Raja, the tall smoldering hot woman who took his coat, remarked as she walked past the table.
Thrown by the comment Danny sprang upright in his seat, coughing up the cloud of smoke he inhaled causing an uproar of cackling from the table yet again. The wonders of alcohol.
“There there, sweetheart.” Jinkx soothed with a pat in his thigh between her own chuckling. “I told you this crowd wasn’t for the faint of heart - shoot! I forgot to call Roy!”
She rushed up towards the big phone box hanging by the entrance to the lounge and to ring up the man they’d spoken to, shouted to, on their way in. Confirming whether or not he’d still be joining them for a few rounds of drinks before closing time.
“Don’t worry, I made it.” Someone’s hand grabbed her, keeping her from going too far. “Say what’s a nice kid like you doing with this tramp anyway?”
Danny looked up behind him to see where that familiar deep voice had come from and found a short man impeccably dressed behind him. His coat slung over his shoulder in a cool, relaxed sort of way with a bright perfect toothed smile spread between two dimples deep enough you could get lost in them.
“Hopefully some unspeakable things if I play my cards right.” He slurred.
“In your dreams!” Jinkx slapped him, making the table erupt in a raucous laughter yet again when she sat down. “Why I was just about to call you.”
They were caught right in that sweet spot of heavy drinking where you still believe you’re sober enough even though you’re barely speaking more than a babble.
Riding that high of alcohol and a head rush from too much smoke inhalation in a small, contained room that made even the most mundane of jokes sound like the funniest punchline you’d ever heard. Making Danny a little more rude than usual as he ignored Roy speaking.
“Ah give us a kiss, my little apple.” He jeered as he grabbed her face with both hands to pull her in for even the smallest of pecks.
“Never mind that I assumed you’d been…occupied.” The man averted his eyes as if hiding from something, his big nose scrunched up towards Raja who’d come to take his coat finally. Gliding away with it leaving only a wink and a quick pat on the tush as a sign of her presence.
Finally he turned back, exhaled sharply and slapped Danny square and hard on the flat of his back making him jump. “Girls like her don’t give free kisses in the big apple, son.”
Jinkx seemed to ignore him and pouted her lips in Danny’s direction anyway. “For you, I’ll make an exemption any day, my sweet.”
“Woo wee! Say a guy can get used to this life!” Danny cheered, pretending to loosen his tie like an over exaggerated cartoon wolf. Interrupting himself by swinging his body towards the band. “Boy these guys are great!”
“Maybe you should audition.”
“Oh I can’t do that!”
“Danny?” Jinkx smiled at her innocent friend. “New York isn’t like Hollywood. Here the pictures are just another step away from the little people sure but, Broadway is where you want to be.”
“Where does that land the band then?” He asked, confused.
“These guys aren’t big shots. They’re the little people, the nobodies, the first step in the door. Everyone has to start with them.”
“You sure?”
“Of course I’m sure! How’d you think I got spotted for my role?”
“On your knees mostly.” He snarked looking around if Roy had caught his rude little joke but the man had already left their table to go mingle by the bar, presumably feeling unwelcome.
‘Pity. I’ll catch up later I guess.’ He thought watching his real life Arrow Man elegantly stroll to go hug some friends.
Between the dancing, smoking and endless supply of drinks flowing freely Danny had become quite inebriated without what seemed like much effort. He didn’t realize it himself until he finally went to stand still long enough at the cigarette machine, waiting for a new pack. His head had gone fuzzy and his mouth dry, scratchy from all the tobacco he’d inhaled, or from the screaming over jazz riffs. Who knows.
“I - I - I need a - hey! I -“
“Aye yay yay!” His compatriots mocked him, too incoherent in their own drunken stupor to notice just how desperately he’d begun searching for a bathroom in the unfamiliar setting. Practically hopping about at this point.
He gave up and figured the hell with it, rushing out to go pee on either the sidewalk or the alley, whichever he found behind the door closest to him.
“Oh thank god.” He sighed just in time for the flood of piss to miss his pants.
He steadied himself against the wall with one hand and tried taking deep breaths. Using this minute out in the cold autumn air to clear his head just enough to feel like himself again.
“Oh baby…right there. Don’t move.” He heard moaned behind him.
“Wha -“ He tried turning his head slowly over his shoulder, curiosity getting the better of him but self preservation telling him to stay blended into the dark just in case.
“I said don’t move!” The voice moaned a little more authoritatively.
“Sorry baby, it just feels so good. It’s him, he’s not doing his part of the holding.”
“Fuck.” Danny gasped when his eyes focused on the bundle of moaning bodies in the corner of the club’s alley.
Tucked between a strapping set of young boys, Courtney, the blonde who teased him so earlier, was blissfully moaning with her eyes pointed past him. When he realized this his blood went cold, waiting for her to notice and shout something at him or charge her lovers at him.
“Oh…good boys.” She purred, kissing up one of their ears with a devilish grin while the other in turn bit into her nape.
Her leg & dress hooked over one man’s forearm, giving him an excellent view of her pretty pink pussy being pounded.
The one at her back perfectly on time with the hum of the band’s music, slamming into her with deep strokes.
Her painted eyes framed by beautiful blonde curls flowing down her sweaty forehead, emphasizing her allure like a panther watching a deer caught in her crossfire, as if she was inviting him to stay longer.
Danny wasn’t sure what to do, a guilty little twinge of arousal tugging in his slacks. Perhaps he should say something?
“Nice night for it ey?”
‘No, idiot, no! Shit.’
“I swear I didn’t see anything!”
‘That’s even dumber! Just get out of here!’ He scolded himself. Pulling his gaze away from the trio so he could rush back inside before anyone went looking for him.
“There you are! I was just looking for you!” Jinkx exclaimed when he crashed into her behind the door. Too late.
“I was um, outside, looking for the bathroom. You know me and directions.” He tried laughing it off. Simultaneously trying to shut the door behind him and keep her deterred from peeping through it.
“Why didn’t you say so silly.” She teased dragging him by the collar to another door. “It’s right here.”
“Um.” He gulped as he realized she was pushing herself through the door with him, managing to easily pin him against the single stall door with lust in her eyes.
‘What they put in the water here?’ He panicked.
“Unspeakable things huh?” Jinkx cooed against his lips, crashing their bodies together for a manic make out session. Maybe on another night Danny would’ve discouraged this behavior, no he wouldn’t.
Who’s he kidding, this is great.
He feverishly returned the kissing, their lips parting just enough for inhaling fresh air between desperate moans. If he had the right sense he’d probably rip that gorgeous dress off her right then and there but he couldn’t, too many layers and too many people on the other side of that door persuaded the rational part of his mind better.
Jinkx ignored this simple line of thinking and reached for his hand, guiding it slowly to her undercoat, up her thighs and between her legs.
“Oh god.” Danny whispered, feeling unable to tear himself away from the heavy petting. Logic and rationale leaving his body momentarily as he fought to stay calm and more importantly, discreet.
His mind rushed with previous images of Courtney stuck between her lovers, her breasts heaving into the tight vested chest of the blonde boy holding her up.
His muscle toned forearm pulling her up into himself with force - strong, masculine force.
“No. When we get home.” He pulled himself off and away when his fantasies had drifted too far. “Later.”
Jinkx moaned one last time as he bit onto her smudged swollen lip. Agreeing to contain herself for one more dance number before they’d call it a night.
Danny quickly helped her fix her makeup with a wet piece of toilet paper in the small cracked mirror hanging near them. Ready to resume their drunken partying as if absolutely nothing had changed except the confirmation about their intentions.
“Heeeey. You get your drink?” Roy inquired, grabbing Danny by the arm when he tried walking out the bathroom.
“Uh…no, sir.”
Thinking on his feet he managed to maneuver them both using an equally tipsy Roy’s body weight against himself, redirecting them away from the slightly less than disheveled Jinkx, who was still hiding in the bathroom waiting for the coast to clear.
“Well let’s fix that.”
Phew.
“They’re gonna start cleaning soon so this is more a last call deal, got it?” Roy grumbled as he struggled to pull the cork off a bottle of cheap looking whiskey. Sighing defeatedly when he remembered the bottle was in fact a twist cap, an authoritative wave of his index finger shushing the snickering younger man.
Danny pretended to zip his lips, mulling it over while Roy poured the drinks. His lips kept shut, pinched between his thumb and index finger before he caved, letting his thoughts out aloud. “Lemme ask you a question, Mr Designer.”
Roy looked the boy up and down, examining him with an imaginary magnifying glass before he stood taller, ready for the kill. Slugging one of the whiskey shots back before he answered. “Those pants are horrible. They don’t fit yah and the jacket is even worse, ugh. Stop by my place next week. I’ll tailor the shit out of it for you.”
“Why you - I ought - you know, you’re an asshole.” Danny huffed.
Did he take the insult a little too personally, perhaps. Maybe it was just thanks to the liquid courage still flowing through him. Or the stress. Or the travel fatigue. Who knows. Who cares? He’d gotten under his skin.
“Careful.” Roy grinned. “Language like that can get you arrested.”
“Wha-huh?” The younger’s face dropped like a school boy who’d just been scolded.
“I’m kidding!” He laughed. “Say whatever the FUCK, you want around here. Nobody cares, they’re all degenerates.”
“Oh…”
“Now seriously. What was so pressing?” Roy assured him, handing his glass of whiskey over to him. Their fingertips barely touched as if Danny imagined it. It could’ve been just his watch strap, he told himself, probably was but he couldn’t tell.
Shaking off this feeling of butterflies in his stomach Danny blurted out. “Is it true what they say about men who wear matching ties and pocket squares.“
“Let’s say it is.” Roy answered hushed, his voice low, barely an echo. Suspicion in his eyes he casually tucked the green fabric in his breast pocket away and out of sight.
“Oh I wasn’t going to say nothing, I just meant. You see a lot of those in, in Hollywood you know.”
“That so?”
“Yeah. I knew a friend who said their cousin worked for one of the guests’ at Rock Hudson’s parties. He saw everything.”
“And how did you feel about what your friend’s cousin’s employer saw?”
It felt by his tone as if they were both testing the water, slowly leaning down into each other’s gaze like a predator and his prey observing one another across a pond. Taking a slow drink from the rim of his glass as if it could be the last before disaster might strike. The air disappears, evaporating into thick tension.
“I felt,” He gulped. “Like, maybe, New York might not be all that different.”
“It’s not.”
Roy continued observing him, the tension between them rising as if someone had suddenly turned up the thermostat to 100. “Come to my room with me, I might show you.”
“Okay.” He gulped again, loosening the tie around his collar to get some much needed air as soon as Roy turned away from the bar towards some men in overalls.
“Y’all are late. If the Lady herself sees this she’ll throw a fit, and then all three our asses on the street.”“Who’s the lady?” Danny asked Dela who’d walked up behind him with his hat and coat.
“The club owner, you’ll meet her eventually when you audition.”
‘Right’, he thought. He’d never even stopped to consider he’d be auditioning for more than just the few band members they saw earlier. This wasn’t like the high school kid ensemble he played for, this was the real deal, the thing he’d come here to do. He had to actually DO it.
“You.” Jinkx smiled tapping Danny on the shoulder, shaking him out of his thoughts. “Have my car keys.”
“Nope. I definitely don’t.”
“Well damn, then it’s true.” She whined. “We do really have to walk home.”
“Yes we do.” He smiled sympathetically.
He knew she might feel better from walking home in the cold air and maybe a cup of coffee or two but realistically, in the morning, she’d be royally fucked.
While he was getting his things in order - button up the top button of his shirt again, make sure his belt wasn’t too loose, put on his hat etc. Courtney had returned, boyless. He blushed at first when he saw her and pretended to fiddle with his coat buttons instead, doing and undoing the same one as if it was stuck.
She however, wanted to be seen, she went up to him and with a simple little tug and pull managed to do all his buttons and readjust his tie for him.
With the lights on again Danny could suddenly make out something about the boy whose fingers were inside the blonde not 5 minutes ago, he’d come to the bar to collect his tips for the night except he, was a she.
His eyes flicked rapidly between Courtney and the emcee, trying to glance at the fake mustache painted on her face and the massive set of tits hanging out her now open vest. How he’d missed it earlier stumped him. Then again, he was focused on better views.
“We live just down the street that way, a skip and a jump really, you wouldn’t mind being a responsible young lad walking us ladies home would you?” Courtney tempted him once more, their gaze simultaneously tracking towards each other off of the woman.
“Of course not.” He twitched a smile, catching Roy gesturing to him out of the corner of his eye.
“You ready? Just have to grab my coat.”
“Oh.” Danny panicked, quickly grabbing him by the suspenders as if he was fixing them but rather he was using it to lean a bit closer for privacy. “Listen. She’s not so peachy right now, and they, Courtney and - and Dela, they need a chaperone. Do you think we can walk them home and call it another day?”
“Absolutely.” Roy smiled unfeigned by this rejection.
Danny’s head was spinning again and he couldn’t tell if it was still the alcohol or because of all the back and forth he had to do. Maybe it was just trying to keep track of all his ducks who’d fallen out of row but he’d had enough. If this is what New York’s like, maybe he’s made a huge mistake.
“Ready?”
“Mh hm.” His voice squeaked nervously but nevertheless he pressed on.
The group managed to occupy themselves on the, supposedly, short walk by singing show tunes and reminiscing about their own first nights in the big city. Making Danny feel a little less like a fish out of water and more normal.
Normal enough until Jinkx cracked a joke about how lucky the ladies were to each have a man on their arm. Except for Courtney of course, but she quipped back with a wink about having enough of her fill making Danny blush all over.
By no means had he been a prude, in fact he’d always considered himself rather free minded, open, a regular partaker if you will. He’d had his fair share of girls even in high school, in college he had some of the other boys’ share too. Never two people at the same time though he thought, and another man. Oh god. Another man.
Roy was right there, he’d forgotten about the conversation they had earlier and now that he’d sobered up what he’d agreed to suddenly sounded so much scarier…but almost, sexier.
His mind began filling with images of what Roy could look like under that suit while they waited for the girls to finish saying their goodnights.
The older man fueled his fantasies when he leaned close to him, lighting his own cigarette with Danny’s lighter before the younger could catch on.
‘God his lips.’ He licked his own. As if he could taste them. ‘Just look at how they wrap-‘
“She’s incontinent, Dela…but shh I’ll tell you about it tomorrow. Righty boys.” Jinkx snapped him back with a cheer as she took each man by a different arm and began walking them back in the opposite direction to their buildings.
A quip about feeling like Gene Kelly and Donald O’Connor set Jinkx off into singing tunes again. The boys were unable to control her as she merrily kept them entertained, pulling Danny free from their little trio so she could try to serenade him.
Leaving poor Roy to straggle along behind them alone all the way to his building next to theirs. Danny managed to turn back and wave goodbye just in time to see him disappear behind glass doors and kicked himself a little for being so rude.
If he could he’d kick Jinkx too but she was a little too busy occupying those legs for something else.
“All clean?” She purred, running her long red nails up and down his thighs as they stood in the shower together.
“Mh.” He sighed content.
“You should get out before you wrinkle.”
“What about you?” Danny cupped her face gently with one hand and wiped a cloth at the cum dripping off her chin with the other.
“Don’t worry about me dear.” She lulled standing back up from her knees. “You just go get ready for bed I’ll be done in a jiffy.”
He left her to her own devices and decided to rather robe up and go make another cup of tea before bed. He felt so lost at that point he didn’t know if he’d ever get to sleep. He no longer had that tight knot in his stomach from everything he witnessed at the club, that’s for sure. Jinkx made quick work of that from when she first noticed it while walking home to when they finally made it through the door.
“Where’s your sugar?”
“In the cabinet above the bread!”
Knock Knock
Danny halted his movements, waiting for another knock first or at least a reply from Jinkx. Maybe she had another guest on their way that he didn’t know about, or worse. Maybe this was the scary muggers he’d been warned about. Hoodlums out to rob them right in their own home.
“Dammit to hell,” he mustered, tying up his loose night gown tassels. “I’m a man aren’t I, I can defend this homestead.”
He flung open the door bravely as if he’d been ready for whatever awaited him, and yet, he nearly jumped out his skin when he realized it was Roy.
“Didn’t get to say goodnight.” He smiled.
He gave a quick peek around them and rushed towards the door, grabbing Danny by the neck to pull him in for an unexpected kiss. The younger didn’t even have time to feign futile resistance, his body betrayed him as his eyes rolled back into his head. Lavishing every second of this forbidden moment.
Roy was the first to move, pulling away from Danny with a snarky, “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight.” Danny echoed. His voice hushed and his brain blown into a million tiny pieces trying to puzzle together what had just happened.
If it wasn’t for the cool breeze flowing in from the corridor he would’ve forgotten he was still standing by the doorway. He quickly closed it and readjusted his nightgown to cover up his cold skin, suddenly aware of the little brown notepad paper stuffed into his hand.
“Oh Daniel…” Jinkx cooed from the doorway of the bathroom in nothing but her brassiere and girdle haphazardly put back on. “Come back to momma, please?”
He stood stiff for a minute, clearing his throat and wiping at his mouth with his palm as if he needed to expel any lingering traces of Roy before shuffling the note back into his gown’s pocket.
Tapping it one last time before scurrying into the bedroom after his old flame for just one more affair. Maybe.
‘Not today,’ he thought, closing the bedroom door as Jinkx let him towards the bed. ‘Not today.’
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