Crossover: Empire/Cliffton: The Bachelor Party Part 2
I did not forget this fic exists. It's just taking me longer to write because I avoid writing sexual stuff now while the child is around. But he is at Ev's this weekend! So part 2 it is! (Part 3 might be finished on Christmas -- but don't quote me on this, 'kay?)
Part One
Chapter Two
Savin tipped back his glass of scotch, grinning at Mari and his small group of friends, an even mixture of men and women. “You guys really didn’t have to do all of this for me,” he said, relishing in the burn as the scotch made its way down his throat. “You guys really are the best friends and if any of you try to tell me that marriage is this awful, horrible thing I will cut you.”
The group laughed, and Mari stood up from her seat, tilting slightly to the right before regaining her balance. “Alright, alright, ladies and gentlemen. Don’t give the surgeon an excuse to bring out his knives, okay?” she said with a laugh, giving Savin a wink as she did so. There was another wave of laughter, and Mari put her hand up to silence them. “The party is about to move to a more -- private location. Those of you still sober enough to drive, raise your hand!”
A couple of people raised their hands, and Savin raised an eyebrow at Mari. “We’re moving the party? Why?” he asked, playing with his glass. “We’re having such a great time, here --”
“Because I have something exceptionally awesome planned, that’s why,” Mari said, grinning at him. She flipped her long hair over her shoulder, leaning forward seductively over the table towards Savin, whose eyes wandered to the neckline of her shirt and how it didn’t cover much. “Savin, my eyes are up here, boy,” she said, cackling. “You’re coming with me and Chase.”
Savin nodded, finding it best not to argue as Mari then grabbed him and pulled him up from his seat. The rest of the small group seemed to follow their lead, Mari giving directions all the while. “Everyone follow Chase’s car, okay!” she called just as they made their way to the parking lot.
Savin found himself getting shoved inside Chase’s small compact car, his long legs feeling scrunched as Mari took the front seat. “Hey, I’m the bachelor! Shouldn’t I get to ride shotgun?”
“You don’t know where we’re going,” Mari chirped, grinning back at him as she pushed her seat back even further. “I’m the navigator! Navigators always ride shotgun.”
“She’s got a point, Savin,” Chase laughed, turning the key in the ignition. “Now what’s the address?”
Savin’s brow furrowed as Mari rambled off a set of digits and a street name. “Hey, wait a second, isn’t that --”
“Nope, it isn’t,” Mari said, turning in her seat to give Savin a dark look. He clamped his mouth shut. She then grinned and gave him a wink before returning to giving Chase directions.
Savin shook his head, studying the buildings the based them by. That was definitely Jazz’s old address that she gave -- she wasn’t planning on using his old house, was she? Did she even have Jazz’s permission to use it?
His stomach twisted, and Savin shook his head again to clear those thoughts away as the car pulled into a very familiar driveway. The lights inside the house were on, signalling that someone else was present. Without thinking, Savin looked around for Jazz’s car, relaxing somewhat when he saw no sign of it anywhere.
They clamored out of the car, and Savin pulled Mari aside. “Does Jazz know we’re using his house?” he asked, keeping his voice low and glancing around them to make sure no one heard him.
“Of course, silly!” Mari said, smacking Savin’s arm with the back of her hand. “Now, c’mon, you’re the Bachelor -- you get to knock on the door, okay?” she said, her wide smile infectious.
Savin blinked and furrowed his brow, then shrugged his shoulders as he took the steps up the stoop two at a time. As he swung the screen door wide, he saw yet another car pull into the driveway, his small group of friends all present and accounted for. His knuckles were on the door before he could even consider what might be behind it, a crooked grin on his face as he stood back and waited.
As the door opened, it revealed a single man with dark skin and long, toned legs dressed in an elaborate network of fishnets, garters, and a short black skirt leaving very little to the imagination. “Hello, Dr. Bates,” the man said, a half-grin on his face as he crossed his arms over his corseted chest. “Welcome to your real party.”
“Oh, my, fucking, Christ,” Savin murmured, turning to give Mari a dark look. “You’re going to get me killed!” he hissed at her. “Strippers! Jazz’ll have your fucking head if he --”
“Don’t worry, Dr. Bates,” another voice -- one that sounded awfully familiar; so familiar it sent chills down Savin’s spine -- purred, just as Savin felt a light hand on his shoulder. He then felt hot breath on his ear. “Emperor Callahan won’t find out.”
Savin shivered, not at all daring to turn and face the second voice. He had to be imagining this. There was no way. Just, absolutely no way that it could be --
“Come on in, everyone,” the first man said, the cheerfulness in his voice sounding almost forced. “The name’s Princess, and ‘Jasmine’ and I have a fucking show to give you, tonight.”
Savin laughed, the alcohol haze helping his shoulders relax some as he turned once again towards the door, his eyes landing on the second man standing -- no, leaning against Princess, a much simpler, white ensemble adorning his lithe form, giving him the appearance of innocence next to Princess’s devilish one. Blue eyes smiled back at him, and Savin found his knees going weak.
“A ‘fucking’ show, huh?” Savin countered as he managed to step inside the house. The plain living room he had grown accustomed to over the past year had been transformed, a stripper pole rooted in the middle of it and a variety of seating surrounding it. “Does that mean we’ll get to see the two of you --”
“Savin,” Mari warned, a laugh escaping her despite the severity present in her voice. “You know Princess doesn’t do those kind of shows -- and Jasmine certainly wouldn’t. This is her first bachelor party.”
“I’d certainly hope so,” Savin murmured, his eyes landing on Jazz once again. He could barely keep himself from walking over to the shorter man and pushing him against the wall. Instead, he satisfied himself with imagining how his hands would slide underneath the edge of Jazz’s short skirt -- how he’d make Jazz keep it on while he --
“Damn, Bates,” Chase laughed beside him, sliding an arm around Savin’s shoulder. “You’re fucking drooling.”
“No, I’m fucking not,” Savin grumbled, wiping away the lack of drool from his chin.
“You might as fucking well have been,” Mari said, smirking at him. “Everyone, please take a seat. Savin gets the one in the front,” she continued, moving forward towards the seats located around the pole. She patted the seat meant for Savin. “C’mon, Dr. Bates. Sit. You’re in for the show of your life.”
He wasn’t about to argue. Savin sat down on the seat, surprised by how comfortable it was. His eyes never left Jazz the whole time as he and Princess both moved towards the pole. “Which one of us do you want to go first, Dr. Bates?” Jazz purred, bending at the waist and smirking at Savin.
“Do you even have to ask?” Savin asked, trying not to sound overeager as he leaned back in his seat.
“She does,” Princess said, sneaking around the edge of Savin’s chair and brushing his fingers along the edge of Savin’s neck. Despite himself, Savin closed his eyes and shivered at the touch. “One of us has to give everyone else a lap dance...”
“I want Jasmine to show me what she knows about pole-dancing,” Savin said, crossing his arms over his chest and sitting up straight. He grinned as Jazz’s face flushed. “Princess, you can give everyone else the lap dances.”
Savin heard whoops and hollers coming from behind him just as techno-dance music filled the living room, grinning to himself as Jazz took the unofficial stage. Savin saw the rest of his friends settle into the other seats surrounding the pole, noticing Mari’s own eager expression as she pulled Princess over to her as she sat down.
Just as Jazz began to dance, he felt his jaw drop open once again. The younger man’s motions were fluid; even practised as he lifted himself by his arms, sliding down with the pole between his legs, ankles hooked to keep him in place. Background noise filtered out as all of his focus zeroed in on Jazz, watching the man’s every move and noticing that he even wore woman’s underwear under the skirt -- underwear that Savin saw himself pushing aside with cock as he --
Savin shook his head and wiped away the actual drool from his chin as Jazz and Princess switched places at the end of a song, Jazz sweaty and slightly out of breath. He approached Savin and draped himself across Savin’s lap, one arm hooked around the back of Savin’s neck.
“So I hear you’re getting married...” Jazz asked with a wink.
“I am,” Savin said, smirking at Jazz. He reminded himself that his friends probably didn’t even realize that this was his fiance, sitting in his lap, barely dressed and presenting as a woman. Which meant, of course, that he couldn’t touch Jazz, just sit and patiently enjoy it as Jazz lifted himself from Savin’s lap and turned away from him, his ass inches from Savin’s face before it lowered, inch by inch and pressing itself against Savin’s lap. “My fiance’s fucking amazing.”
“Mmhm,” Jazz hummed. He let out a quiet moan as he ground himself against Savin, gasping somewhat as the action made Savin react. “He better be, after all of this...” he murmured as he faced Savin again and straddled him.
“You know what would be even more amazing than this?” Savin prompted, lowering his voice so hopefully only Jazz could hear him. Jazz raised an eyebrow at him. “If you and Princess really did give me a ‘fucking’ show,” he said, leaning upwards to whisper the words in Jazz’s ear.
Jazz’s face turned red at that, and he got up from Savin’s lap. For a moment, Savin thought he might have said the wrong thing, but then Jazz glanced at Princess and smiled. “I’ll see what we can do,” he said, sauntering over to Princess.
Savin watched as the two spoke to one another -- how Jazz lightly touched Princess’s arm, how Princess turned to him in kind. A couple of his buddies began chanting for them to kiss, and Savin found himself chanting it along with them, raising the glass of scotch Mari had slipped to him at some point to his lips.
He nearly choked on his alcohol as Jazz pulled Princess down to his height, their lips locking feverishly as their bodies pressed together. As they pulled apart, Savin could have sworn he saw Jazz whisper something in Princess’s ear -- could have sworn he saw a cat-like grin spread across Princess’s face before he nodded in agreement to something. Jazz then turned around and gave Savin a knowing smirk. That smirk never left his face as he began dancing suggestively with Princess, his eyes meeting Savin’s as Princess took hold of Jazz’s hips and moved against him.
Suddenly, Savin couldn’t wait for the party to end.
Part One
Chapter Two
Savin tipped back his glass of scotch, grinning at Mari and his small group of friends, an even mixture of men and women. “You guys really didn’t have to do all of this for me,” he said, relishing in the burn as the scotch made its way down his throat. “You guys really are the best friends and if any of you try to tell me that marriage is this awful, horrible thing I will cut you.”
The group laughed, and Mari stood up from her seat, tilting slightly to the right before regaining her balance. “Alright, alright, ladies and gentlemen. Don’t give the surgeon an excuse to bring out his knives, okay?” she said with a laugh, giving Savin a wink as she did so. There was another wave of laughter, and Mari put her hand up to silence them. “The party is about to move to a more -- private location. Those of you still sober enough to drive, raise your hand!”
A couple of people raised their hands, and Savin raised an eyebrow at Mari. “We’re moving the party? Why?” he asked, playing with his glass. “We’re having such a great time, here --”
“Because I have something exceptionally awesome planned, that’s why,” Mari said, grinning at him. She flipped her long hair over her shoulder, leaning forward seductively over the table towards Savin, whose eyes wandered to the neckline of her shirt and how it didn’t cover much. “Savin, my eyes are up here, boy,” she said, cackling. “You’re coming with me and Chase.”
Savin nodded, finding it best not to argue as Mari then grabbed him and pulled him up from his seat. The rest of the small group seemed to follow their lead, Mari giving directions all the while. “Everyone follow Chase’s car, okay!” she called just as they made their way to the parking lot.
Savin found himself getting shoved inside Chase’s small compact car, his long legs feeling scrunched as Mari took the front seat. “Hey, I’m the bachelor! Shouldn’t I get to ride shotgun?”
“You don’t know where we’re going,” Mari chirped, grinning back at him as she pushed her seat back even further. “I’m the navigator! Navigators always ride shotgun.”
“She’s got a point, Savin,” Chase laughed, turning the key in the ignition. “Now what’s the address?”
Savin’s brow furrowed as Mari rambled off a set of digits and a street name. “Hey, wait a second, isn’t that --”
“Nope, it isn’t,” Mari said, turning in her seat to give Savin a dark look. He clamped his mouth shut. She then grinned and gave him a wink before returning to giving Chase directions.
Savin shook his head, studying the buildings the based them by. That was definitely Jazz’s old address that she gave -- she wasn’t planning on using his old house, was she? Did she even have Jazz’s permission to use it?
His stomach twisted, and Savin shook his head again to clear those thoughts away as the car pulled into a very familiar driveway. The lights inside the house were on, signalling that someone else was present. Without thinking, Savin looked around for Jazz’s car, relaxing somewhat when he saw no sign of it anywhere.
They clamored out of the car, and Savin pulled Mari aside. “Does Jazz know we’re using his house?” he asked, keeping his voice low and glancing around them to make sure no one heard him.
“Of course, silly!” Mari said, smacking Savin’s arm with the back of her hand. “Now, c’mon, you’re the Bachelor -- you get to knock on the door, okay?” she said, her wide smile infectious.
Savin blinked and furrowed his brow, then shrugged his shoulders as he took the steps up the stoop two at a time. As he swung the screen door wide, he saw yet another car pull into the driveway, his small group of friends all present and accounted for. His knuckles were on the door before he could even consider what might be behind it, a crooked grin on his face as he stood back and waited.
As the door opened, it revealed a single man with dark skin and long, toned legs dressed in an elaborate network of fishnets, garters, and a short black skirt leaving very little to the imagination. “Hello, Dr. Bates,” the man said, a half-grin on his face as he crossed his arms over his corseted chest. “Welcome to your real party.”
“Oh, my, fucking, Christ,” Savin murmured, turning to give Mari a dark look. “You’re going to get me killed!” he hissed at her. “Strippers! Jazz’ll have your fucking head if he --”
“Don’t worry, Dr. Bates,” another voice -- one that sounded awfully familiar; so familiar it sent chills down Savin’s spine -- purred, just as Savin felt a light hand on his shoulder. He then felt hot breath on his ear. “Emperor Callahan won’t find out.”
Savin shivered, not at all daring to turn and face the second voice. He had to be imagining this. There was no way. Just, absolutely no way that it could be --
“Come on in, everyone,” the first man said, the cheerfulness in his voice sounding almost forced. “The name’s Princess, and ‘Jasmine’ and I have a fucking show to give you, tonight.”
Savin laughed, the alcohol haze helping his shoulders relax some as he turned once again towards the door, his eyes landing on the second man standing -- no, leaning against Princess, a much simpler, white ensemble adorning his lithe form, giving him the appearance of innocence next to Princess’s devilish one. Blue eyes smiled back at him, and Savin found his knees going weak.
“A ‘fucking’ show, huh?” Savin countered as he managed to step inside the house. The plain living room he had grown accustomed to over the past year had been transformed, a stripper pole rooted in the middle of it and a variety of seating surrounding it. “Does that mean we’ll get to see the two of you --”
“Savin,” Mari warned, a laugh escaping her despite the severity present in her voice. “You know Princess doesn’t do those kind of shows -- and Jasmine certainly wouldn’t. This is her first bachelor party.”
“I’d certainly hope so,” Savin murmured, his eyes landing on Jazz once again. He could barely keep himself from walking over to the shorter man and pushing him against the wall. Instead, he satisfied himself with imagining how his hands would slide underneath the edge of Jazz’s short skirt -- how he’d make Jazz keep it on while he --
“Damn, Bates,” Chase laughed beside him, sliding an arm around Savin’s shoulder. “You’re fucking drooling.”
“No, I’m fucking not,” Savin grumbled, wiping away the lack of drool from his chin.
“You might as fucking well have been,” Mari said, smirking at him. “Everyone, please take a seat. Savin gets the one in the front,” she continued, moving forward towards the seats located around the pole. She patted the seat meant for Savin. “C’mon, Dr. Bates. Sit. You’re in for the show of your life.”
He wasn’t about to argue. Savin sat down on the seat, surprised by how comfortable it was. His eyes never left Jazz the whole time as he and Princess both moved towards the pole. “Which one of us do you want to go first, Dr. Bates?” Jazz purred, bending at the waist and smirking at Savin.
“Do you even have to ask?” Savin asked, trying not to sound overeager as he leaned back in his seat.
“She does,” Princess said, sneaking around the edge of Savin’s chair and brushing his fingers along the edge of Savin’s neck. Despite himself, Savin closed his eyes and shivered at the touch. “One of us has to give everyone else a lap dance...”
“I want Jasmine to show me what she knows about pole-dancing,” Savin said, crossing his arms over his chest and sitting up straight. He grinned as Jazz’s face flushed. “Princess, you can give everyone else the lap dances.”
Savin heard whoops and hollers coming from behind him just as techno-dance music filled the living room, grinning to himself as Jazz took the unofficial stage. Savin saw the rest of his friends settle into the other seats surrounding the pole, noticing Mari’s own eager expression as she pulled Princess over to her as she sat down.
Just as Jazz began to dance, he felt his jaw drop open once again. The younger man’s motions were fluid; even practised as he lifted himself by his arms, sliding down with the pole between his legs, ankles hooked to keep him in place. Background noise filtered out as all of his focus zeroed in on Jazz, watching the man’s every move and noticing that he even wore woman’s underwear under the skirt -- underwear that Savin saw himself pushing aside with cock as he --
Savin shook his head and wiped away the actual drool from his chin as Jazz and Princess switched places at the end of a song, Jazz sweaty and slightly out of breath. He approached Savin and draped himself across Savin’s lap, one arm hooked around the back of Savin’s neck.
“So I hear you’re getting married...” Jazz asked with a wink.
“I am,” Savin said, smirking at Jazz. He reminded himself that his friends probably didn’t even realize that this was his fiance, sitting in his lap, barely dressed and presenting as a woman. Which meant, of course, that he couldn’t touch Jazz, just sit and patiently enjoy it as Jazz lifted himself from Savin’s lap and turned away from him, his ass inches from Savin’s face before it lowered, inch by inch and pressing itself against Savin’s lap. “My fiance’s fucking amazing.”
“Mmhm,” Jazz hummed. He let out a quiet moan as he ground himself against Savin, gasping somewhat as the action made Savin react. “He better be, after all of this...” he murmured as he faced Savin again and straddled him.
“You know what would be even more amazing than this?” Savin prompted, lowering his voice so hopefully only Jazz could hear him. Jazz raised an eyebrow at him. “If you and Princess really did give me a ‘fucking’ show,” he said, leaning upwards to whisper the words in Jazz’s ear.
Jazz’s face turned red at that, and he got up from Savin’s lap. For a moment, Savin thought he might have said the wrong thing, but then Jazz glanced at Princess and smiled. “I’ll see what we can do,” he said, sauntering over to Princess.
Savin watched as the two spoke to one another -- how Jazz lightly touched Princess’s arm, how Princess turned to him in kind. A couple of his buddies began chanting for them to kiss, and Savin found himself chanting it along with them, raising the glass of scotch Mari had slipped to him at some point to his lips.
He nearly choked on his alcohol as Jazz pulled Princess down to his height, their lips locking feverishly as their bodies pressed together. As they pulled apart, Savin could have sworn he saw Jazz whisper something in Princess’s ear -- could have sworn he saw a cat-like grin spread across Princess’s face before he nodded in agreement to something. Jazz then turned around and gave Savin a knowing smirk. That smirk never left his face as he began dancing suggestively with Princess, his eyes meeting Savin’s as Princess took hold of Jazz’s hips and moved against him.
Suddenly, Savin couldn’t wait for the party to end.