I Can't Do The 1,2 Step 1/13
Title: I Can't Do The 1,2 Step
Author: desperate2break
Rating: U
Pairing: Caleb Turman/Zack Merrick
Summary: Caleb's getting married to a woman. He loves her. But then he meets Zack and he has to relearn the definition of love...
Warnings: Graphic language use
Disclaimer: Own everything in the world cuz I'm the Queen of Everything. Seriously.
Author Notes: Hi. Hello. I used to post but then I got busy and I still am busy but I missed this community so I came back. I hope I get readers again....
Gimmie another go?
The club is thumping. Thumping with music, thumping with strobe lighting, thumping with people. Caleb grins and casts his eye over the swarm of dancers, euphorically convulsing and stamping before him. This is what it'll be like in two months time on his stag night. He can't wait.
'Get drunk and get fucked,' John grins in his friend's ear. 'We won't tell Katie, we swear.'
The flame-haired man laughs and turns his head to Rian and Alex, who are already knocking them back at the bar. He slaps the taller man's back. 'No way, man; Katie and I are solid. No ass for me tonight.'
'Who's talking about ass? I'm thinking pussy, bro...'
Caleb watches his three friends congregate at the edge of the bar counter while he is left, deserted, in the middle of the dance floor where people are grinding against him. According to the looks the three are throwing and John's "Nasty" face, they seem to be sizing up a potential conquest or four. Caleb shakes his head fondly; he's so glad he's done with all that - no more finding a bed for the night, no more wild drinking, no more - Jesus Christ, would these people ever stop gyrating! He can feel every single penis and breast pushing through the cotton of his thin shirt; have they never heard of personal space!
A wry grin crosses his face as he thinks about how much older than 23 he sounds. In fact he sounds like he's ready for his pension and a cup of sugarless Horlicks - but seriously, these fuckers better stop pushing soon or else!! And ewww, that did not feel like a penis or a vagina....
'Hey, you okay there?' a voice asks.
Caleb pauses his shuddering before locking eyes with a man. A very good-looking man. 'Er yeah, I'm good.'
'You look a little out of your element,' the man continues.
'Honestly, it's okay. No worries.'
'Who's worrying?' The man's face splits into a grin and his brown eyes twinkle. 'I was just wondering if you wanted a drink.'
'I - I'm not....I'm already in a relationship.'
'Who's asking for a relationship? I just thought you might be thirsty. I own this club; think of it as owner's hospitality.'
Caleb follows him reluctantly, half-weary of the fact that he may be lying.
'Reggie! Get me two beers and don't put that apple shit in it or your ass is on the line,' the man calls down the bar, smiling.
Okay, so he's the owner.
'I'm Caleb,' the flame-haired man mumbles as he nurses his drink.
'Zack. You looked pretty scared out there on the floor.'
'Well...I don't dance. That's probably why.' Caleb's lips curve into a small smirk as he remembers the last time he ever attempted dancing. He'd ended up with two stitches and a girlfriend called Kate. 'You look a little young to own a club.'
'Okay so I lied. It's my brother's club and I manage it. But you're still impressed.' He eyes Caleb cockily, then laughs. 'You know, or not.'
'No, I am,' Caleb responds. 'It's...cool. Better than what I do. I'm a statisical analyst for a diaper company. It sucks.'
Zack's face strains a little, as though he's trying to reel in a fish on a rod. Then he relaxes and puts on a sheepish smile. 'Yeah, it sucks.'
Caleb suddenly spots his friends on the table in the corner in the VIP booth. How they got there is beyond him, and they look like they're going for the same girl. The girl who is stroking another girl's thigh underneath the table. Caleb grins but doesn't have the heart to go over and tell them. Let them drool, he decides.
'They your friends?' Zack asks, indicating the three with his glass.
Caleb nods. Zack copies.
'You're cute.'
Caleb's face turns the colour of his hair and he ducks his head, wondering if it's a good time to run off, screaming like a frightened school girl.
'Sorry,' Zack laughs, 'I'm pissed. Totally pissed.'
'And I suppose if you're pissed it doesn't matter what you say?' Caleb ventures, enjoying this apparently drunk company.
'Nope. Or what you do either.' There's a tell-tale glint in his eye.
'Well I'm not drunk.'
'I'm pretty certain I'm drunk enough for the both of us.'
Caleb doesn't reply because, well, is there ever a decent response to that kind of comment? And besides, he's positive that flirting with a dude goes against the whole monogamy of being engaged to a chick.
But then Zack lurches out of his stool, dips his head and kisses the other man softly. It's not sloppy. It's not drunk. He's not drunk.
Caleb snaps back and stares for a while. It's been such a long time since he's kissed a man.
Then he reprimands himself: That's no excuse. Even if it was good. Even if he is cute.
Even if he is kissing you again and you're not doing anything to prevent it...
'Looks like you're drunk too,' Zack mutters against Caleb's lips.
Caleb shakes his head and pushes back, chair scraping audibly against the tiled floor. He stands, gabbling about car rides and gastronomical disorders, before signalling desperately to Rian and shoving his way out of the club.
He feet stand parallel to the tree outside and his hands are shaking inside his jeans pockets. This is bad...This is so, so, so bad...
'Bro, you okay?' Alex asks, shooting Rian an annoyed grimace. Sick Caleb=No Pussy Tonight.
'Fine,' Caleb mumbles vaguely, trying to shake them off.
'Dude,' John half-whispers as the two of them walk behind the others. 'I didn't know that's what you meant by ass.'
Caleb's eyes widen; he's mortified.
'I -I dunno - w-what you're talking about.'
John says nothing, simply winks, and the tiny eyelid flicker is enough to send bile coursing up Caleb's throat..