First Contact by Alex Gabriel

Author:Alex Gabriel [Gabriel, Alex]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2014-12-30T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 6

Rick heads straight across the hall to the dance floor. If there’s one place in this club where they’re safe from being overheard, it’s there. It’s impossible to so much as hear yourself think over the deafening synthetic heartbeat of the club-issue techno-dance-mix; nobody could bug that place.

Later, once they get out of the Gomorrah, Rick’s going to sit Jon down for a good long talk about clans and transfers and revenge. And hand-to-hand combat, and how he is at shooting, and what kind of pizza he prefers, and — lots of stuff.

Now, he just has to know one thing.

They submerge in the mass of lights and sound and men as though dipping into an ocean. It’s dark; the beat throbs underneath Rick’s feet and in the air all around, echoed by the sea of moving bodies. Staccato lights slice everything into split-second impressions that melt into a whole of sound and motion. Flashing colors on bare skin and lacquer, men’s faces; black leather glowing blue and green and red and white. Silver piercings and studs and D-rings and chains. Sex.

No sex on the dance floor, that’s one of the rules, but it’s all around anyway in the faces and bodies, the hungry eyes, the grinding hips and writhing bodies.

They find a rhythm together immediately. Jon’s hips fit perfectly into Rick’s palms; when Rick pulls him in just a little, Jon’s hands settle lightly on his shoulders. He bends his head when Rick tugs, and his hair brushes Rick’s cheek, tickles his lips.

“Was it him?” It’s just short of being a shout, and even so Rick can’t hear himself over the music. His mouth grazes Jon’s ear, and for an instant Jon’s hands tighten on his shoulders — or maybe he’s just imagining it.

He doesn’t imagine the considering look Jon gives him when Rick draws back a little, the slight pause before he shakes his head ‘no’, shakes back his hair and gives a little shimmy almost like a shrug. I just hate those bastards is what Rick reads it as.

The surge of relief is ridiculously strong; for a moment Rick is almost giddy with it. Losing your temper because some mafia asshole lets his entitlement hang out and you hate those bastards… Hell, Rick gets that. You can’t always keep it bottled up, and they managed to turn it around, so. It’s nothing at all like walking into a place knowing the reigning Clan prince arranged the murder of your old partner, and not ever warning your — the guy you’re working with now. That… Rick doesn’t know if he could have dealt with that.

Rick’s grip on Jon’s hips has tightened. The throbbing beat and the lights wash past them, through them, and Rick realizes it’s been a very long time since he’s last gone dancing.

He hadn’t known he’d missed it.

“I’m really sorry,” Jon mouthes. His voice is inaudible, but the words are clear on his lips, and Rick can read their meaning in the flicker of Jon’s eyes towards his ribs.

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