Out For An Airing: Chapter 1
Since I'm still reeling from my untimely chapter losses in 'Eternal Youth' and 'Ghost Story', here's the first chapter of 'Out for an Airing'
This is pure Chack in it's most concentrated form, so you were warned! That means it centers around a Male/Male relationship. If you have a problem with this, I suggest you flex your personal responsibility muscles and not read it. If you do read it and decide to flame me, the Evil Chain Letter Leprechauns will come to your house and sodomize you every night for the rest of your life.
Thank you.
Jack blinked and took stock of his location. Chase had summoned him, announced tersely that they were leaving, then teleported them both out of the Mountain of Doom with a snap of his fingers. Jack hadn't even had the time to ask where they were going.
Now they were standing on a street somewhere warm and tropical. The smell of salt tanged the air and if Jack strained his ears, he could almost imagine he heard surf. Jack tried not to strain his ears too much, because of the loud music blaring out of the clubs that lined the street. Clubs that seemed to have an extremely high ratio of men to . . . well, more men.
“Chase? Where are we?” Jack was feeling confused. This wasn't the normal sort of place you found Shen-Gong-Wu, or any other magical artifacts.
“Miami.” Chase announced.
He enjoyed the blank look on Spicer's face. He enjoyed it almost as much as he enjoyed watching the sweat start to bead on the young man's face and neck. It reminded him of all the times he'd coaxed sweat from that porcelain skin back in his mountain lair.
“O-kay . . .” Jack said slowly. “Why are we in Miami?”
“Because, Spicer, though I usually prefer the serenity of my personal sanctum on occasion I feel the need to take my lover out for an airing.”
When he referred to his and Spicer's relationship, Chase always tried to use the neutral phrase 'my lover', as if it could be anyone that currently occupied that spot. If Spicer knew the full extent of the spoiling he was getting from Chase Young, there would be no living with the youth. It kept Jack from getting a swelled head.
“We're on a date?” The albino teen asked in disbelief.
Chase inclined his head in a nod, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
“You coulda warned me we were going clubbing,” Jack muttered, looking down at his clunky boots and ratty trench coat. “I would have changed.”
Chase held up one hand, fingers curled. The ancient warrior waited until Jack looked up, then snapped his fingers abruptly. Jack yelped as he felt his clothing violently rearranging itself around his body. Even his helipack crackled apart and ran over his flesh in a way that made him shiver.
When the magic faded, Jack was dressed completely in leather, metal, and mesh. Although, for the amount of clothing involved, 'completely' was too strong a word. In fact, 'dressed' was pushing things as well.
“Um. Yikes.” Jack offered, blushing.
Something that was half-way between a vest and a harness fastened around Jack's slender chest, heavy on straps and chains. A long sleeved black mesh belly shirt ran under the harness. Jack still had his fingerless gloves on, but these were accented by thick leather cuffs studded with silver and bracelets of shining silver chain that ran half-way up to his elbows.
A pair of even thicker, clunkier boots encased the albino youth's feet. These were just as heavy on straps and buckles as the vest. But the worst part, or the best, depending on your point of view, was . . .
“How are these pants even staying on?” Jack wailed.
“Magic.” Chase retorted, smirking evilly.
Spicer was right to wonder; the waistband dipped so low any attempt to bend over would most likely result in the wearer mooning the surrounding populace. They were tight as a second skin down to his knees, where they loosened slightly to allow for movement. The pants clung like rubber, shone like leather and felt like silk.
A quick check of his hairline revealed he was still wearing his signature goggles.
“Oh, I don't look like a prostitute at all.” Jack sassed, his cheeks still red.
Chase couldn't help himself; he started laughing uproariously. The only way Spicer could be more embarrassed was if-
“Am I wearing a collar?!”
The mighty Chase Young doubled over laughing, his arms wrapped around his stomach.
“There's a tag on it! I can feel the print! What does it say?! Chase?!”
“Calm down, Spicer. It's very much in style in your 'look'. I highly approve.” Chase brought his amusement under control long enough to soothe his embarrassed companion.
“This is not 'my look'.” Jack retorted.
“It is quite 'goth', I believe the term is. Don't worry, Jack.” Chase stepped up and placed a kiss on Spicer's lips. “You look very hot.”
Jack flushed, but subsided. He wasn't used to being so . . . open about his sexuality. Of course he had to hide the true nature of his relationship with Chase from his enemies and Hannibal Bean wasn't exactly a friend . . . you couldn't really trust Wuya either. Safe in Chase's lair or even in his own home Jack was always ready and willing to play the warlord's bouncing boy toy.
He wasn't sure how he felt about going to a gay club with Chase. It would be nice if he got some say in the decision.
Too bad he knew better.
Chase snapped his fingers again. This time his own clothing rippled and reshaped. When the spell was done, the dragon lord's archaic armor and black silk clothing were gone. In their places were a pair of black leather pants that were well-fitting, but much more tactful than Jack's, and a mandarin-style shirt with a pattern of green dragons on a black background so dark it only showed when the light was right.
The shirt was unbuttoned enough to show Chase's well developed pectorals. The last few buttons were left off as well, so that when the dragon lord walked a patch of bare skin peeked out just above the waistband of his pants.
Jack looked up and down this vision of masculine beauty and sighed.
“How come you get to look like King Sexy McCool of KickAss-istan and I get to look like Skippy the Junkie Hooker?” He whined.
Chase grinned to himself. He wrapped his arms around Spicer and hugged the youth to his chest, placing kisses on the pale cheeks and neck. They were gentle kisses; by the end of the night Chase would be nipping hard enough to draw blood, but for now he could give Spicer gentle kisses.
The warlord was rewarded for his tenderness: Jack relaxed against his idol's chest, accepting every kiss with an expression of bliss on his fine boned features. For him, every soft buss was better than a blessing from the heavens.
“We're going to have fun tonight, Jack. It will be a night of dancing and music, fine dining, and fantastic sex. There's no need to fret.” Chase murmured into one shell-like ear.
“I just can't see you dancing,” Jack admitted, blushing.
He was completely relaxed now, resting comfortably in the arms of his older lover. Any passerby would have thought them nothing more than slightly oddly matched couple.
“Oh, I won't be dancing,” Chase announced. At Jack's confused look, he continued, laying out his plans for the evening. “You will dance, Jack. I will have the pleasure of watching you. I want you to dance to your heart's content, but it will be alone. No one is allowed to dance with you. And if I see anyone touch you, I will be very upset.”
Jack's eyes widened at the inferred threat.
“When I wish it to, this will vibrate,” Chase gripped the cell phone that had somehow remained strapped to the front of Jack's hip. “When it does, stop whatever you're doing and come to me.”
“You won't be with me?” The pale youth's brows knitted together.
“I shall be watching you. Now come; let us get out of the street.”
Together the odd pair crossed the street into one of the clubs. Chase kept his arm around Jack's shoulders. The dragon lord was pleased to see the hungry looks that appraised the both of them. He was more pleased by the club-goers that eyed Jack with thinly veiled greed. Chase certainly couldn't blame them.
Though Jack had matured to be nearly as tall as Chase, he still retained his slender, youthful build. His round, innocent face and big red eyes only added to his boyish look. Now pried forcibly out of his long trench coat and displaying his lean, lightly muscled body to it's fullest extent, Jack was every gay man's fantasy.
And he belonged to Chase.
The pair strode right past the bouncer. Later, Jack would wonder if the man had even seen them. One of the perks of dating the greatest evil mastermind in all of history; you didn't wait in line.
“Do you wish for a drink before you dance?” Chase asked.
Without waiting for an answer, the warlord extended a hand towards Jack. A tall glass brimming full of a brown liquid appeared at Chase's fingertips. Jack took it. An experimental sip proved it to be nothing more dangerous than iced tea.
“You'll need your fluids. Drink it all, now.”
“Thanks.” Jack tipped the glass back, seeming to pour the tea straight down his throat.
'After all,' Chase mused, 'it's not as if he has much of a gag reflex anymore.'
Chase's smirk deepened as he realized more than a few of the men nearby were watching Jack drink with hungry eyes. As soon as the rim of the glass left Jack's lips, Chase's mouth was there instead. Spicer let out what might have been a 'meep', but the sound was muffled by the dragon lord's tongue.
Chase kissed and kissed and kissed Spicer; probed and flicked and sucked until he felt the teenage tech wizard melt against his chest even as he felt a bulge rise against his thigh. The wicked man tore his mouth from Jack's.
“Now go dance; dance to fill me with anticipation.” Chase ordered, his eyes glinting.
“Are you going to be right here?” Jack asked, only a hint of nervousness in his gaze.
“No; I shall move around so that I can see you better. Don't be afraid to do the same. I'll make sure you know where I am when I call for you.”
Chase crushed his mouth to the pale youth's, dazing Spicer with another singeing kiss before shoving him gently towards the dance floor.
Jack went to the edge of the crush of dancers, paused, and looked back over his shoulder. Chase was gone. The albino teen sighed.
“This is a weird date.”
For a minute or two, Chase wondered if Jack would be too self-conscious to dance alone dressed so provocatively, but he needn't have worried. This was Jack Spicer. Jack wasn't happy unless people were staring at him.
Chase chuckled in the back of his throat as he remembered Spicer's rather annoying habit of flinging himself into Chase's lap while the warlord was plotting something and yelling: 'Pay attention to me!' If Chase spoke of this to anyone, they would accuse him of being dryly sarcastic. Young didn't know which was more pathetic: the fact that Jack's actions were 100 percent un-exaggerated, or the fact that Chase usually gave in to the demands.
“You're making me soft, beautiful boy.” He murmured to no one in particular.
The song changed. Evidentially the new offering was one Jack approved of, for he cut into the throng and began throwing his slender body about in time to the beat.
The club had a second floor with an open balcony that looked down over the dance floor. Chase moved up to the second level and took up station by a pillar so he could lurk and have a better view. He wasn't worried about losing sight of Spicer; the youth's pure white skin practically glowed in the dim light of the club.
Chase lost himself in the spectacle of Jack Spicer dancing for quite some time.
Jack was young, energetic, and uninhibited. He could also be quite graceful when his life wasn't in danger, and had apparently been subjected to years of dance lessons as a child. Jack may have considered it child abuse, but Chase was secretly quite grateful for the four years of ballet, two of ballroom, and three of jazz tap that fueled the pale young man's dancing frenzy.
And he wasn't the only one.
The dragon lord grinned. Jack had plenty of admirers by now; the surrounding dancers were quite taken with Spicer's skill and artistry, not to mention his shortage of clothing and the way the sweat glistened on his creamy skin. A few had tried dancing closer and closer to Jack, trying to end up dancing with him, but Spicer always turned away and staunchly ignored the hangers-on. It was only a matter of time before one of them gave in to temptation and ah - there!
A young man Jack's age and build with extravagant blonde highlights in his dark hair reached out and grabbed the tech wizard by the arm, attempting to pull him into an intimate embrace. Jack stiffened instantly. He shoved his would-be dance partner away, his eyes wide with alarm. Clearly, Chase's orders to let no one touch him had made an impact. Red eyes flicked around the club, searching for the dragon lord, expecting retribution from above.
Chase grinned wickedly.
Jack's admirer stepped up again, beckoning to the hesitant goth with an easy and charming smile. Spicer leaned back in alarm, shaking his head.
If anything, Chase's grin widened.
The albino genius wove deftly through the crowd, shaking his suitor off. Jack was looking around the club for Chase again, this time searching for consolation.
“No, no, Jack. You aren't through yet.” The warlord murmured.
Jack had evidentially come to the same conclusion. With one last look around, he resumed his gyrations on another part of the dance floor. His rebuffed partner looked suitably miffed at being blown off so completely. A few of Jack's other admirers casually drifted to his new dancing area, looking determined.
For the next forty-five minutes or so, the pattern repeated itself indefinitely. Jack would dance like the Lord of Hot Teenage Sex, someone would approach him, Jack would recoil as if he'd been threatened and run off to another part of the dance floor. There, he would showcase his charms to a new set of dancers who hadn't been privy to the Glory of Jack, as well as to a few who had followed him from his previous location. Someone would make a deft grab for a hand or a seductive stroke of Spicer's thigh and the pattern would begin again.
After Jack had made a circuit of the whole dance floor twice and left a trail of frustrated men in his wake, Chase left his perch. The dragon lord made his way down to the main floor and located a table by the dancing area that was within full view of the dancers.
From here, Jack appeared as little more than a white ghost flashing in and out of view between the other dancers. Pheromones and lust were thick in the air, along with the frustration and anger of constant rejection. When Chase was satisfied that the vast majority of dancers wanted to fuck or be fucked by Jack, he sent a flicker of magic towards the youth.
Jack jerked and spun as the cell phone at his hip vibrated suddenly. The redhead turned slowly, searching for Chase. He said he would be close; that he would be easy to find when he called.
Over here.
The words drifted through his head as soft as eider down. Jack suddenly knew where Chase would be waiting. Without another thought, he pushed his way through the crowd, ignoring the inviting smiles and grasping hands. The chains around his wrists jingled lightly as he broke into a jog, unknowingly giving everyone behind him a nice show.
Five men followed him off of the dance floor.
These were the aggressive ones, the men described as hot-blooded or fiery or possessive. These men wouldn't take no for an answer, especially not from some hot underage tail that was simply begging for it.
Chase gave a feral grin when he saw them.
Jack's eyes lit up when he saw the dragon lord lounging in a small booth. Flashing a broad grin, the teenage villain went to slide in the other side.
“No.” Chase growled.
Jack's smile faded. Had Chase seen those other guys grabbing at him? He hadn't wanted them to touch him!
“Sit on my lap.” Chase ordered.
Spicer blinked.
“What?!”
“I don't wish for you to sit beside me, Spicer. I wish for you to sit on my lap.” Chase leaned back and offered his thighs. “Come.”
Jack panted for a minute, considering the situation. Of course he had sat on Chase's lap before; it was one of his favorite places to be, right next to pinned between Chase's naked body and a mattress. But . . . out here? In front of everyone?
“I'm all sweaty.” Jack said.
“I'm aware of that.”
The aggressive ones were drawing near now. All that any of them could see was the object of their desires talking with a beautiful Chinese man. Chase wanted to time this just right. He flashed Spicer a rare, welcoming smile. Jack grinned, all hesitation melting away at the sight. Eagerly, the tech wizard left his side of the table and cuddled into Chase's lap.
Chase's sensitive hearing caught more than few startled noises.
Grinning wickedly, pressed a thumb under Jack's chin and tilted the youth's head back. Spicer practically purred, arching against the evil monster that cradled him so tenderly. Lifting his eyes to meet the gaze of the aggressive dancers who had followed Jack, Chase delved his tongue into the teen's waiting mouth.
'You wanted this?' The dragon lord's eyes said. 'This beauty who wouldn't let you so much as touch his hand? Look what I can do to him. He is mine. MINE!'
The watching dancers weren't pleased. Three of them turned back to the dance floor to search for easier prey. The remaining two, a tall blond with cheekbones to die for and a muscular dark skinned man of indeterminate origin, narrowed their eyes thoughtfully.
Jack pulled away from the deep kiss, his heart hammering in his chest.
“I guess you liked my dancing.” He observed with a dopey grin. “I just kept thinking of you.”
“Your mouth is very dry.” Chase observed.
“Well, yeah; I've been dancing for like, an hour! I could use a - AHHN!”
Jack let out an impassioned cry, jerking forward spasmodically. His voice cut across the club like a knife through water; just one quick disturbance followed by a slew of barely noticeable ripples.
“A drink?” Chase finished, removing the icy glass from Jack's bare back and holding it where the evil genius could reach it.
The blond dancer's lips had parted hungrily at the sound of Spicer's cry. The muscular man clenched his fists in frustration.
Chase grinned as he pressed the glass to his young companion's lips. He could feel the blood starting to pool in his groin, not just from Spicer's lewd dancing, but also from the knowledge that someone was going to challenge him for possession of the beautiful youth.
It looked like he had found the evening's entertainment.