Author's Note: Thank you for reading my first attempt at writing erotic fiction, "Unlikely Love". This is the first part of the story, so check back for updates. Also, please feel free to leave comments or suggestions; I would really appreciate them. Thank you.
Tonight was like any other Friday night; paying off the bouncer to accept my fake idea and grant me access to the popular gay bar/strip club. Not that it was unusual. Several guys that I knew that were no older than sophomores in college regularly attended the club to get hammered, hookup, or both. I usually went to watch the performers, being far too shy and insecure to accept a drunken offer to shag in the backseat of a random guy's car.
There was a boy there that I always enjoyed watching, and I would often slip a $20 into his flamboyant underwear when he danced, as a way of showing my approval of his mastery of the stripper pole. His name was Rune, or at least that's what he went by on stage.
At 5'5" and scarcely 100lbs, Rune was the quintessential twink. His body flawless, his hair perfectly trimmed and styled at all times, and he always wore a light dusting of makeup to accent his girlish features. He looks to be no more than 18, and at this shady bar it wouldn't surprise me if he was. I'd heard he does "house calls" after hours if you've got a fat enough pocketbook...or penis. I, being a high school senior out on my own, had neither.
So every Friday night I'd pay to get into the club, order the same cheap drink, watch the other patrons in various intoxicated states, and would wait until Rune came out to dance. I'd try my best not to drool over the gorgeous boy; when he was finished, I'd place my meager offering into his underwear while blushing madly. Then I'd leave. Same routine, every Friday night for months. However tonight I had a surprise waiting for me.
As I walk out to my car, I see someone through my peripherals exit the bar through the side entrance I had just passed. I continue walking, not worried about the shadow looming across the pavement behind me. I hang a left to walk down the alley short-cut I always take to my parking lot, and can hear the footsteps of the other person still following. Slightly worried, as I know I am always the first patron to leave each week, and with the parking lot in sight I quicken my pace. I'm nearly there when a searing pain smashes through my back and I tumble to the black top. As my world begins to fade to the soft black of unconsciousness, I am vaguely aware that someone is reaching under me for my wallet, unclasps my watch, then drops the aluminum baseball bat with which I had just been struck into the nearest dumpster. Finally the pain is simply too much, and I allow the darkness to take me.
Sometime in the future -- whether it had been hours or days, minutes or months I could not say-- I can finally make out a voice piercing through the darkness. The voice is definitely male, yet it's light, soft, not heavy and gruff as is common among men. It sounds so sad, saying that it wants someone to wake up. Wake up? Am I asleep? Is it me?
With a tremendous amount of effort I crack my eyes, pushing off the embrace of sleep to find myself in a hospital. I try to sit up, but the small exertion is overwhelmingly painful and I cry out. A slight gasp from the window at the end of my room captures my attention and reminds me of the voice I heard pleading with someone to emerge from their comatose state. After several painful seconds I'm able to turn enough to see Rune at my side, looking very tired but sincerely happy.
"Rune...? What are you doing here? What...am I doing here?" I ask as I squint my eyes to adjust to the blinding light of the hospital room.
"You really don't remember? You were attacked outside of the club. This weekend was my turn to leave early, so I saw the whole thing. I called an ambulance and the police as he was following you, but I didn't step in because I didn't think I'd have been able to do much else. I'm sorry... If it's any consolation, the police caught the guy and you're expected to make a full recovery."
Rune's eyes are dark and heavy-looking from an apparent lack of sleep. He looks so different from the boy I see each week on stage. No makeup, hair sticking up slightly in the back, and wearing a pair of jeans and a hoodie.
"You look really tired, is there something wrong?" I ask. Rune smiles softly.
"I've been waiting for you to wake up. The owners closed the club until the police are done snooping around (don't need them finding out that most of the patrons and all of the performers aren't even out of high school yet.)" He chuckles to himself.
"You've been out cold for nearly two full days. Since I was the one who saw you get attacked I at least thought I owed it to you to wait until you wake up. Would you like to use my phone to call your paren..."
"No!!!"
I shout, entirely too forcefully considering we aren't 3 feet from each other.
"I've got to get out of here. I can't afford to have been on an IV for two days, I can barely pay my rent as it is. I..."
Rune softly shushes me, and urges me to lie back down.
"I've already paid the bill. Considering you've been giving me twenty dollars a week for months now, and you've never asked me to go home with you I felt like I needed to do this. I should probably be going. If you'd ever like to talk, feel free to call me...that is, unless you just like stuffing money down my crotch." He winks coyly before handing me an index card with a telephone number. Then he calmly leaves the room. The effort to sit up and talk for several minutes have taken their toll, and I drift back into sleep.
Dressed in my tuxedo with the hot pink vest, I ride towards my date's house. Once the limo has pulled into the gated drive and stopped at the door, the chauffeur opens the door opposite me to allow my date inside.
"Wow", Rune says cheerily, "I've always loved limos. They're big enough to have sex in without feeling cramped. After all, it is prom night." He gives me a playful smirk, and I swallow nervously, as I watch my boyfriend sit down, wearing a matching tux with a pink vest (the color scheme being his idea). Never in my life did I imagine I'd end up going to prom with the only child of the wealthiest man in town. Yet here I am, riding to the senior prom with my boyfriend of several months. Before I know it, Rune's crossed over to sit next to me, his hand plopping right onto my crotch.
"Just thought we'd get warmed up on the way for what's coming afterwards." He flashes me his mischievous smirk, knowing as well as I do he's going to get laid after the dance, before sealing my lips with his own in a fiery, passionate kiss.
We make out in the back seat of the limo until we arrive at our destination. I tip the driver and let him know we'll be leaving to return to his house at 10:30. Inside, are by far the most gorgeous prom decorations I've ever seen. Rune, having decided at the last minute to take charge of the prom planning committee (after deciding we'd be going together, or not at all) certainly had gone all out.
His theme is a Valentine's Day on steroids. Red and pink roses are entwined through the archway in which the couples enter and have their pictures taken, as well as adorning most every other surface in the ballroom. The chandeliers in the ballroom have all been turned down to a faint, romantic dimness, and each of the tables are decorated with a large heart, supported on each side by a cupid (naked of course)
"Wow..." I look around shocked, at how...pink the grand ballroom at the Marriott had become. "You certainly went all out baby-doll."
"Well why else would I have had us wear these flashy vests? They match the room. We're so over the top we blend in!" He leans up to kiss me on the cheek for the camera.
As soon as the camera snaps our picture Rune's dragging me out to the dance floor, where he and I remain for the rest of the evening. As soon as my boner dies down from his last session of grinding on me, he starts over, constantly teasing me, wanting me ready for our private after-party.
Finally, as much fun as we had dancing with each other (as well as being called down by the teachers present) 10:30 strikes and we make a mad rush to the limo, which is dutifully waiting for us. He's on top of me, in my lap kissing and grinding the entire way back to his place. I throw a wad of money at the driver as he and I remain tangled together and exit the limo. The door slams behind us...
The sound of the nurse shutting the door to my room is what rouses me from my soon-to-be wet dream, and I curse under my breath.
The days go by, and my back finally heals enough for me to walk normally. I had indeed made a full recovery. I had also, unfortunately, used up the last days of my summer vacation. Rune had come to visit me every day for at least an hour, and we had become pretty good friends. He acts nothing like a spoiled rich kid, or a needy hooker. He's...probably the nicest and most caring person I've ever met.
"Hey, sleepyhead. Wake up."
Rune shakes me lightly to rouse me from my day dream.
