Chapter 27 - Intimate Affairs and Dancing #2
They locked eyes, the intensity dark. Julian’s eyes were almost black in the low light of the club, and Callum knew full well he would be aroused seeing him perform in the leather gear.
Callum was dancing just for Julian in a club with hundreds of people, the rest an intentional blur beyond his vision.
Callum used the oil on his body, massaging himself, his shoulders, arms, abs, and crotch, never breaking eye contact.
Callum stepped back and used the pole, sliding up and down and round and round.
He did the Flag, the Ayesha, and repeated Flag Poles, spinning around at times so fast that Julian was a blur.
His arms burned from exertion, but he knew full well that this was a moment Julian would never forget: the dance he got from his boyfriend on his first visit to The Vault.
The crowd went crazy as more joined the throng around his podium. Dollar bills rained down. This would be a good night for many reasons.
Sophia was dancing; even Julian was dancing, both spraying dollar bills at his feet. Callum felt alive, like he never had before. It felt like that secret side had now been revealed, finally exposed and fully understood.
The crowd was tight now, shoulder to shoulder.
Julian made eye contact with a tall guy next to him, who was wearing a black leather suit.
They smiled at each other. The guy leaned into Julian, nodding his head towards Callum.
“This guy is my favourite here; he’s so fucking hot.
His muscles are crazy, don’t you think?”
“Yes, I totally agree,” Julian said over the loud music, with a smile, inwardly chuckling to himself, thinking, yes, and he’s mine too! “He’s my boyfriend,” he added, pointing up at Callum.
“Yeah, right, you wish,” the guy said, smiling as he moved away. Julian smiled to himself, knowing the truth.
Later, at the quieter side of the bar, Julian and Sophia were enjoying a chat and a drink when they spied Callum coming towards them. They both turned, but Callum put his hands up. “Don’t touch me, I am covered in baby oil and glitter. It’ll ruin your clothes.”
“Oh my God, Cal, you were amazing.” Julian beamed. “It was incredible. I’m gobsmacked how you can do that. I had no idea, but I see now why this is a passion of yours. You were amazing; no wonder your arms are so big - the strength it must take… I’m just… speechless!”
“Thanks, but how come you’re here?” Callum asked, intrigued.
Sophia smiled. “My idea, Cal. I saw a flyer for this night where women are allowed, and I wanted to come. I contacted Julian and asked if he fancied coming to check out his pole-dancing hunk,” a wicked glint in her eye.
“Oh, and I do fancy it,” Julian said, running a finger down Callum’s chest and over his leather shorts.
Julian looked perplexed, then said, “I don’t care about oil or glitter; when I need to kiss my man, I will fucking kiss my man,” and with that, he grabbed Callum, pulling him into a huge embrace, kissing passionately.
Callum was upset because of Julian’s suit, which was probably ruined, but he also wasn’t, because knowing how important it was for Julian to kiss him like this meant a lot to him.
Any fears Julian wouldn’t approve of or tolerate what Callum did at The Vault were eliminated by that one act.
Callum vowed never to worry about it again.
As they parted, Julian caught sight of the familiar guy in his leather suit, also on the quieter side of the club.
He now had a shocked look on his face. He’d clearly seen them kiss, and realised Julian wasn’t joking about being his boyfriend.
With some smug satisfaction, Julian mouthed ‘Told you’, to which the guy just smiled, nodded and mouthed ‘Lucky you’.
Callum had a drink with them before heading off to do his second shift.
Julian and Sophia got down to it, making a handsome couple on the dance floor.
They received a lot of attention, bumping and grinding against one another, much to Callum’s amusement from his higher vantage point.
They all stayed to the end of the evening, by which time Sophia was quite drunk, so they took her home with them.
They put her to bed in one of the guest rooms. They went to bed themselves, and Julian slowly stripped Callum out of his leather gear.
Let’s just say, removing the cock ring part was impossible at first, and by the time it was eventually taken off, the suit and shorts and both men were nothing but a sticky, oily, glittery mess.
In the morning, Callum woke first, pulled on a pair of shorts, and went to find Sophia to check she was ok. He knocked gently on the bedroom door.
“Hello,” he heard feebly from inside.
He slowly opened the door and went in. She was still in bed, hair wild, looking very hungover. Martha had left a fluffy white dressing gown outside the door, which Callum took in with him. He waved it at her and laid it on the end of the bed.
“Are you OK? You were pretty drunk last night.”
“I’m OK,” she rasped. “I did drink a lot, but Julian made me do it... Your man has got some moves, Cal,” putting her hand to her throbbing head and groaning.
Callum smiled. He’d never had the chance to go dancing with Julian, so this was a side of him he’d not seen. He felt quite proud when he saw him just letting go and enjoying himself.
“I need coffee, Cal,” Sophia said, sitting up on the side of the bed. She was naked, but having lived together for several years, often naked around each other, any iota of modesty about either body was long dismissed. He handed her the robe.
They walked upstairs to the kitchen together, as Sophia muttered about coffee, then shower, in a robotic voice. She wasn’t good until she’d had coffee. They walked into the main penthouse, and that woke her up!
“Jesus Christ!” was all she could say, taking in the huge space and its amazing views of the bridge. “Wow, Julian, I love this,” she said. He was sitting at the breakfast bar, himself still in a robe, drinking coffee.
“Ha, are you OK? You were pretty wild last night. I could barely keep up with you.”
“Err, yes, about that,” she went to explain. He put his hand up. “No explanations necessary. I had the time of my life, thank you.” He got off the bar stool and came over to hug her.
“Your suit, though, Julian, will you be able to get the stains out?” His suit was covered in oil and glitter, much to hers and Callum’s concern.
“Ah, don’t worry about it; I’ve plenty more,” he said, completely unbothered by it.
Moments in life were far more important.
He added, “Plus, I know a talented designer who could always make me a new one!”
They introduced her to Martha, who prepared them a nice breakfast. Sophia showered whilst Julian and Callum chatted more at the table. Callum showered, and Ben dropped her home first, then Callum to The Iron Works. What a night, he thought to himself as he walked into work.