Lj Idol Topic Wk #16 - Breaking the Fast
Mid 1990's
Club in West Hollywood
It was still early on a Wednesday evening as I sat at the bar with my friend Clive, who had been visiting L.A. that week on business.
"Not busy, it's actually quiet enough to talk," Clive remarked as he looked around the empty dance floor. The DJ wasn't there yet, and generally Tuesdays & Thursdays were big nights at this bar off Santa Monica Boulevard in West Hollywood.
It was no run of the mill L.A. bar, well it was in most aspects, except it was a gay bar. Usually it was college aged gay boys with their fag-hags that occupied the joint on Tuesdays & Thursday nights, and on weekends, everyone including tourists would pack the place.
I sipped on my non-alcoholic drink, I wasn't planning to be here long and since I was the designated driver, I stuck to drinking soda or water. Clive wanted a drink and of course, do some boy watching. I just wanted to have a conversation with him and catch up. I would have preferred going out to dinner to do that.
"How often you come here?" Clive asked him, as he broke me out of thinking-so-hard-that-people-could-hear-me routine.
"As an undergrad, at least once a week, maybe twice. Rarely on weekends though, too crowded," Was my answer as I felt very distracted with my own thoughts.
"Meet guys here?" I knew that was going to be his next question.
"They're all one-night stands, unless I'm already friends with the guy or know him from school, work or somewhere else."
"So, if it's a guy you already know, or met, you don't consider a one time fuck a one-night stand?"
"I meant, that if I go home with someone from a bar, it's usually someone I don't know or haven't met previously," I said, knowing that wasn't true, but I wanted to know what he was getting at.
"How about some guy you used to have classes with, he's kind of cute and he comes in one night you're here. If he buys you a couple of drinks and I dunno....expressed an interest..."
"I haven't done that in a couple of years, period. I mean the one night anything at all," I told him the truth, since I've met Erik I haven't been out with other guys, even though we were in a polyamorous relationship. I just hadn't felt the need to be with other guys, too busy with law school and lack of going out in the past year at that time.
"That's not like you, I mean, you're like fasting from the deliciousness of what's in L.A., man," Clive remarked as he shook his head as he ordered a rum and coke. I thought it was a strange choice of drink for him, he was more of a martini guy, high maintenance and all that shit. We've been friends since I was a freshman at Cal State Northridge, he's always been alright by me, just flashy to other people.
His production company just started to take off at this time, taking him to New York more often than in L.A. He mentioned that the people back east were more eager to make decisions quickly, get things done and oh yeah, less pretentious. I'd laugh at him saying that, because I always thought he was kind of pretentious when he was my flatmate in college. But since he took up his main residence in New York, he really calmed down, stopped the bloody pretentious act and became himself in public.
Oh, I'm sure he missed L.A., it was obvious to me that night, about the longing to head out to clubs until all hours of the night, with numerous phone numbers stashed in his pockets. It was fun living vicariously through him, for a while.
The music came on, the DJ just started his shift and I knew that before long, people will come in and it'll be harder to hold down a conversation with Clive. He mentioned the word "fasting" again, about how could I live without bread and water and such nonsense, I think after ordering his second or third drink he was getting tipsy.
"Don't get fucked up drunk on me, dude," I told him.
"Take me back to my hotel and I'll stop," He said as he looked at me, like he was daring me to let him fuck my brains out, because in the end that's what he wanted.
"For a one night fuck?" I asked him
"Yeah, I think I could handle it. C'mon, you got a nice ass that won't quick and besides... you like sucking cock and I like being sucked."
I had to admit, there have been times when I've wanted him to fuck me, but that was college, in those days, I wasn't out of the closet and that I'm-not-gonna-have-sex-with-the-flatmate-thing. I felt his leg get close to mine before he kissed me warmly on my lips as a sneak preview. Not bad for someone that was well on his way in getting smashed and then took his drink away, and asked for his keys.
Oh yes, that night, I broke my "one-night stand" fast...
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