"Well, pleasure to meet you, Q," Bruce said with a warm smile, melting Quentin's hesitation further. For some reason, Bruce was starting to grow on him, and the twunk that was around his arm looked too adorable, that he would have probably ran away if the big daddy bear was any real threat.
"Yeah, good to meet you too," Quentin responded with a genuine but nervous smile. He was starting to think that maybe his first experience at a gay club should not have been done during leather night; all of this was so overwhelming. At the same time, however, there was something exhilarating about meeting all sorts of different folks.
"Alright, enough flirting, you two!" Keith teased, shaking Quentin before releasing Q from his grip and slapping his ass playfully. "Leather night's inside, not out here, bro!" he smirked, pushing Keith in the direction of the huge bull at the door who was absentmindedly adjusting the ball gag around his neck as his eyes followed a particularly large moth that fluttered past his face. Hearing shoes walking up to him, his gaze averted back to his job.
"I.D.s, guys," the buff bouncer rumbled before his eyes made contact with Bruce's own. "Oh, hey, Bruce! Runnin' a little late tonight? Almost thought you were going to miss leather night!" the bouncer smiled.
"Vincent! Didn't recognize your ass from all the way in the back! Especially since it wasn't facing me," Bruce said with a wink before laughing loudly. "Is that a new jock? Looks great on ya!" Connor had already fished out his and Bruce's wallet and pulled out his I.D, and Vincent glanced at the date to see the canine was only a few months over twenty-one. He gave a simple nod and went back to looking over to Bruce. He did not even bother asking the moose for his I.D; he knew he was a regular.
Quentin was busy rustling through his own pockets for his wallet and was relieved when his hand brushed against the cool brown leather. He brought it out of his pocket and held it out in front of him for Vincent to look at. The bull looked over Quetin's I.D and noticed he was also only a few months older than twenty one.
Vincent snorted with laughter, the glittering golden septum piercing he had fluttering from the expulsion of air from his nose. "Damn, Bruce! Starting quite the harem of hot young guys, aren't ya? Let me guess, you're barely twenty-one too, right?" Vincent asked, holding out his hand and taking Keith's driver's license from him and rolling his eyes slightly while laughing a second time. "How did I know! What, you go raid the nearest frat house and ask who wanted to go clubbing?" he grinned, handing the license back to Keith.
"You know me, Vincent; I only take the good studs," Bruce said with a chuckle as he wiggled his arm once again to make Connor vibrate a bit. "And the best boys. They're the most fun to break the beds with." Bruce gave a devious grin before he looked over at Quentin and gave him a wink. "And I didn't ask if just anyone wanted to go clubbing, ONLY the gay ones this time! My straight-chaser days are over." Quetin gave a blush at the wink, and his feet shuffled awkwardly at the comment. Even for such a big guy, he still found himself growing embarrassed when it came to such playful gestures. His ears moved upward as the bass of the club reached his ears, and his curiosity got the best of him as he started to almost hypnotically make his way towards the front door. The leather-bound studs that walked through the purple haze of lights and fog that filtered out through the door looked almost entrancing in the pink neon.
"Uh huh, why do I not believe that?" Vincent smirked. "Anyway, you boys have a nice night," he smiled, holding the door open for them. "And you keep that cute little pup safe, you hear? It would be a shame if you lost someone as cute as him to any of the other big daddies like you," the bull winked.
"I'll keep him safe and collared, so he doesn't run off with another," Bruce said with a chuckle before looking down at Connor to see him have a content smile across his face. Bruce walked through with Connor on his arm, his large frame having to duck in order to prevent chipping his antlers on the top of the doorway. Before he made it through though, he stopped momentarily and turned around to Vincent to say, "Oh, and pup and I will be here after hours, if you want to stop by for some catching up..." Bruce grabbed the bouncer's ball gag that was around his neck and lifted it up to his mouth before pushing it into his mouth with his thumb, and he held that seductive grin the whole time. "Just for your information." Bruce walked away with a swagger in his step, his stature even straighter and more confident.
Quentin followed close behind, his mind taking all the stimuli in and trying to keep up, and merely gave an awkward blush when he noticed Vincent looking back at him with the ball gag in his mouth and a small blush on his face.
Keith grabbed Quentin by the shoulder and started guiding him through the doors before turning back towards the bouncer as well. "Oh, and I've totally been coming here every so often for three years or so now. Some of your bouncer buddies suck at figuring out ages from licenses," he grinned. "But lucky you, you got to see me when it was actually legit." Without another word, he turned around and dragged Q inside, leaving Vincent to look even more dumbstruck than he had already been.
Laughing as he led Quentin down the hallway into the club, Keith looked over at Quentin, still grinning. "Ready to see gay culture at its finest, bro?" he asked with a devious look in his eyes.
"Define 'ready'," Quentin said with a nervous chuckle as they made their way down the narrow hallway. Quentin found himself nearly pushed up against Bruce, their bodies almost squeezed together as a couple followed in close behind them, and Bruce had to stop momentarily. Quentin found himself nearly crashing into Bruce's large rump and had to stop himself as his face nearly brushed against the tight lycra which left nothing to the imagination. The pink hue of the neon added an interesting mix of color to the moose's rump and Quentin found himself focusing on the two mounds of muscle.
The line that was formed was starting to move up ever so slowly, and Quentin's heart thumped as they made their way to what could only be assumed was the heart of the club. He could hear the bass and the driving beat of the music through the brick walls of the club. He could also hear the couple behind him chuckling and laughing, and Q could smell the sweat coming off of the two behind him. He was a bit afraid to turn around and see what they were wearing, or what they were up to, though he was fairly sure one of them 'accidentally' brushed their hand against his ass.
"You'll do fine, bro!" Keith chuckled as the line moved forward, people emptying out into the heart of the club, finally giving the two friends a good view of the club as they too entered the main area.
The area was a sprawling mass of leather and bodies. There were a few females that were scattered amongst the crowd, but the area was dominated mostly by males, each one looking skimpier than the next. The lights provided from the dance floor gave a mix of purple, pink, and green colors that projected over the walls and along the floor. Glasses clanked together at the bar area while people chatted casually, and others danced away on the floor. The DJ for the night was behind a large booth, mixing tracks for the night and keeping the dance floor packed with remixes of fairly well known pop songs. The dance floor was a packed with leather-bound patrons, their bodies grinding and moving as they enjoyed themselves. Above the dance floor, a neon sign read, "Horseshoes and Hand Grenades."
The bar itself looked well-crafted and maintained; the beautiful brown wood reflecting back the colors of the lights and the glasses in a kaleidoscope of colors. There were wine glasses that hung from the ceiling, and the back of the bar was lined with assorted bottles of alcohol. From the college binge worthy up to exotic, the bar was lined with every kind of tap that could be imagined up in a frat bro's wet dream. A hunk of a man stood polishing glasses, his upper body in a leather harness that dipped underneath his pits and connected on the back as well as across his chest via a leather bridge. His brown hair on his face, chest, and belly shimmered in the light, and he was busy serving patrons with a handsome smile across his face. His hair was up in a fauxhawk that gave him a modern, sleek look. His body looked as if it was barely contained by the leather harness, and the bicep straps that looped around his arms bulged menacingly, as if they were about to snap at any second whenever he flexed.
All of a sudden, couple from behind moved past Q and gave him a wink, their bodies clothed, to Quentin's surprise, as they made their way towards the dance floor. When they made it to the dance area, however, shirts started to get taken off in earnest and stuffed in pants, and even the couple were adorned in their own leather gear. Quentin was starting to feel like he was the odd one out.
"Well, since everyone else is doing it..." Keith smirked, nudging Quentin in the ribs with his elbow as he stepped off to the side so as to not block the doorway into the club. He gripped sleeve of his flannel overshirt that was unbuttoned and slowly slid it off of his shoulders before tossing it to the floor, leaving him in just a white t-shirt. Giving Quentin a cocky wink, he gripped the bottom hem of his t-shirt and teasingly slowly pulled it upwards, revealing his abs, two by two, his toned stomach flexing with each breath.
