The Experiment: Public.
It had been an unusually arid season, which left the O.Z. sweltering hot in the late summer. Even the nights persisted in maintaining those high temperatures. The weather was uncomfortable enough that most inhabitants occupied their time indoors, where the climate was more stable thanks to the cooling pipelines which ran into the grid of Central City's buildings. Of course, given the sprawling metropolis and its imposing size, not every place could be attached to that system.
This bar was one of those locations. As muggy inside as it was out. The humidity was only increased by the bodies that were inside the darkened interior, many of them moving together to the music that was being played by the band. In this seedy part of the district, this band did not play the hokey, charming tunes famous in the O.Z. They played something rough and dirty, music so loud that it vibrated the boards of the dance floor. It was music that had a pulsing beat, the style perfectly suited to the movements of the dancers in the center of the tavern, their bodies undulating in the vague mockery of intimacy, close and sweaty where they brushed together without inhibition.
Cain stuck firm on his stool, remote from the dancers as he watched them performing. He felt awkward being in this place, already having downed two shots of potent liquor in order to boost his confidence, letting the influence of the alcohol take the edge off his nerves. The heat inside of the place had made him break into a sweat, his clothes sticking to him in places. Cain plucked at his shirt, finally forced to unlock the first three buttons just to get some air to his chest. His hat sat on the bartop next to him. It was too damned hot to wear it, considering how often he was having to wipe sweat off his forehead.
He felt a twist somewhere low in his body as a familiar figure detached itself from the cluster of dancers, sauntering towards him with a sinuous grace. Cain found that slim frame wedging itself between him and the next stool. The blond let his gaze run up the length of that body, surreptitiously appreciating the view.
Glitch's hair was matted with sweat, a few curls of brown clinging to the edges of his face, flushed now from exertion. The headcase stretched up on his toes, the bottom of his shirt pulling up to reveal an expanse of pale flesh across the bottom of his torso. Cain could see that it was glistening with sweat, beads of it clinging to the downy dark hairs which crept a teasing trail down beneath the hem of Glitch's trousers. The man's eyes were the color of chocolate, heated with excitement from the thrill of such risque dancing, as Glitch searched for the drink which Cain had waiting. He tipped it back, exposing the graceful arch of his neck. Cain licked his lips as his eyes skimmed over that flesh, as if remembering how it tasted. He forced a cough to guarantee that his voice would be steady. "You about ready to go, Glitch?"
"Guess so." Came the answer, as the zipperhead pouted slightly, rolling his hip to rest against the front of the bar as Glitch locked that bright gaze on the blond. "Are you sure that you won't dance with me, Cain?"
"Too many people out there, sweetheart." The tin man murmured, his mind imagining scenarios that had nothing to do with dancing, but still held the same kind of heated motions. "And you know that I don't dance."
Glitch grunted in frustration, cheeks puffing out an exasperated breath. Then, with a blink, something sparked inside of that zippered head. One hell of an idea. Frustration transformed into a wicked smile as he looked the tin man over. "Fine. In that case, I'll dance for the both of us."
Cain sat back in his stool, back pressing to the lip of the bar as he found Glitch's body invading his personal space more thoroughly than usual. The headcase stepped up onto the rungs of Cain's seat, feet stancing themselves on either side of the blond. Looking up to the one now towering over him, Cain frowned uncertainly. "Glitch? What are y--" He was cut off by a long finger that pushed against his lips, falling quiet.
"Let me dance with you, Cain." Glitch said quietly, something about his voice making that tug low in Cain's gut repeat. He removed his finger, lashes falling to mask his eyes as Glitch let the music pounding behind him guide his body to find its rhythm. His mouth had settled into a tiny blissful smile. Then Glitch started to move, and it was anything but innocent.
Cain kept his hands stationed on his lap, fingers clutching together as Glitch began to dance. He watched the headcase's thin body twist, hips swinging sensuously back and forth. Glitch's thighs were bumping against the outside of the blond's knees, effectively boxing him in place for the display. Cain's eyes couldn't decide where to rest, hypnotized by the motions of those hips, then drawn to watching the progress of Glitch's hands as the headcase slid them lightly over his torso, Cain able to see more of that pale skin when Glitch's fingers danced back up and dragged the bottom of his shirt with them.
The muscles of that exposed stomach moved flawlessly under the headcase's command. Cain's fingers twitched, wanting to touch that slick skin, yet afraid what making contact with Glitch right now would do to his self-control. He forced himself only to watch, still as stone, schooling his face to its usual stoic mask. If he let himself do anything else, then he was most certainly going to end up undone. Cain was distracted by the irony that despite the fact Glitch commonly tripped over his own feet, the headcase currently showed perfect balance where he hovered above the blond's lap.
Glitch's eyes were closed, completely absorbed in the dance. They slit open as he took his hands away from his torso and braced them against the bar on either side of Cain. It allowed him to lean in closer to the heat radiating from the tin man, Glitch's body drawn in by that subtle electric pull. Cain was unable to help a low groan as he felt Glitch close some of that precious distance that his control was using as a barrier. He could smell the scent of the headcase, the subtle hints of earth and alchemy masked by sweat. Glitch's lips were parted, his mouth open next to Cain's ear, breaths coming in heated pants directly into that shell. Cain could imagine soft sighs and ghosted whimpers mingled between those racing gasps for air.
He had to drop his hands to his sides when Glitch altered the dance. The headcase's hips were now swinging forward with a languid rolling grace, coming dangerously close to where the tin man's hands had been resting. Glitch surged his hips forward over Cain's lap, the inch between their bodies burning hotter than the suns, scorching the tin man's nerves while he struggled to keep his cool. There was no mistaking what the headcase's dance simulated, Glitch even dropping his head back with a tiny gasp of delight as the music grew in its intensity. He knew that he was probably behaving unfairly towards Cain with such a display, yet Glitch was determined to enjoy himself. His head dropped back forward in order to check on whether or not Cain was enjoying the dance as much as he was.
Glitch's synapses crackled; he nearly forgot how to breathe. He was snared by piercing blue, those pools luring him into their depths, and the water was hot to the touch as it swallowed him up. Cain was equally riveted by what he saw in the headcase's brown eyes. Lust, need, all the promises of what that talented body could deliver. Glitch's gaze told him, candidly, that it was his for the taking.
The last thread of his willpower snapped.
Cain's hands clamped onto Glitch's hips, using them as handles to guide that body down on his, arching his own hips up to press their groins together. Glitch was just deliciously hard, welcoming the friction as Cain's fingers splayed around to clutch the headcase by the ass, forcing those rolling hips to lock down on his lap. Glitch's response was a moan of delight, which would have been loud if not for the music to drown its volume.
Leaning up, Cain fused his mouth with that throat which had teased him earlier, tongue lapping at the tang of sweat which slicked that flesh. Glitch had not given up on the dance, hips rolling more intently now in Cain's grip, building up the friction, driving Cain closer to insanity with the frustration of their pants to bar them from that final contact. He clutched his lover closer, until the headcase had to abandon those deliberate motions, as Glitch was only able to rock against him on Cain's lap. Cain smiled against Glitch's throat as he heard those tiny gasps which his imagination had conjured earlier, finding them even sweeter in reality.
Glitch fit both hands to the back of Cain's head, clutching the blond desperately close as their bodies rocked together, holding nothing of their passion back, the dance so powerful that the stool beneath them creaked steadily in protest. Cain's desire was concentrated and quiet, only occasionally grunting with exertion, face taut. Glitch was far less reserved, the impressions of pleasure flitting openly across his visage, his moans going unchecked, as he started the mantra of the tin man's name that the blond knew signaled how close the headcase was to climax. "Cain. Cain. Cain. Cain!"
The last tore out of him hoarsely as Glitch lost control of his rhythm, bucking wildly against his lover, body rocked by a series of violent tremors as he submitted eagerly to release. It was enough to shred through Cain's resolve, the blond biting down on his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as he tightened his hold on those bucking hips, pinning Glitch in place as his own bucked up from the stool, Cain certain that his eyes were going to get stuck up in his skull when they rolled back in his head.
When it was over, Glitch became a limp weight on Cain's lap, the headcase dropping his head down on the blond's shoulder as they panted for breath, trying to get their bodies to recover. Then Glitch's shoulders began to shake, as he giggled breathlessly. "Wow. That was certainly something!"
"You can say that again." Cain answered weakly, as he hugged that smaller frame close to him. They were sticky with sweat and now with cum. "We should get cleaned up. Maybe take a shower."
"Good idea." Glitch nodded against Cain's shoulder, before reluctantly peeling himself back to sit up on the blond's lap. He looked around them with a sated grin. "You know, I'm really glad that I invented this holographic technology. That was far more exciting than it should have been, pretending to do that in public and all."
The blond reached back behind him to push a button, as the tavern around them vanished. Cain blinked around at the laboratory that appeared in its place as reality was restored. "Well, of course. You wouldn't really do anything like that in public, would you?"
Tilting his head, Glitch considered the idea. Then, much to Cain's shock, the headcase shrugged nonchalantly. "Wouldn't be so bad. So long as you're there with me."
"Oh my.." Not sure whether to feel scandalized or not, Cain slid forward. He fit his hands underneath Glitch's thighs, hearing his lover purr with delight as the headcase locked his ankles at the base of Cain's back, so that the tin man could comfortably carry him in the direction of the bathroom. "So, how many different scenarios did you say that you could program into that thing again?"
"Limitless." Glitch promised. "Maybe if you're good to me, I might get inspired in the shower, and we'll see what fun place I can surprise you with next, hm?"
Cain chuckled quietly, leaning up for a quick kiss. "Sweetheart, that sounds great. Just somewhere a little cooler next time, okay?"
"Agreed!"