The kiss was soft. Akira didn’t even know what was going on, but he let this other boy kiss him. He had always known he was gay, he just didn’t realize that he would have ever been gay for the man that was kissing him. The boy was a total punk, liked to skateboard, and wear baggy and torn jeans. He played guitar, but not the classical kind, the hard rocker in a band that probably drinks and does drugs kind. However, what led to this moment was something he would only ever admit to himself. He had been drawn to the boy’s badass demeanor. He had often watched him in the class next door to his as he strummed on his guitar.

Before the kiss he had been listening to the boy play on his guitar, singing a soft ballad, something that Akira could dance to. And that is just what Akira did. He couldn’t help it, soon he was stepping into the room and was dancing slowly around the other in the center of the room. He had heard the words pause for a brief moment before continuing. Like the boy figured Akira was supposed to be there. Akira danced around for hours with this boy, the boy slipping into one song and then another.

Akira stopped dancing when he heard the other get up. The music had stopped and soon Akira was stepping back until he was trapped between the mirrors and the boy.

“I’ve seen you before.” The boy said, “In the class next to mine.” He went on, his voice as soft as his lips looked. “You’re a beautiful dancer.” He whispered and leaned in, kissing Akira.

Akira shook his head, looking down at his suitcase and sighed, “Where did that boy go, Aeron?” he asked himself. He moved over to set his suitcase by the door and moved to the bed, thinking about everything that had happened in just one day. It was a whirlwind of happenings. He never thought that this would happen so quickly. Hell, he never thought that this would happen at all. He thought that the first meeting if there were any others, would have either ended in them talking together about what had happened or Aeron refusing to talk to him.

He figured that the time would have been short. Just a simple, he was sorry, and then he would be on his way. And now he was going to be working with the very man he wanted to apologize to. Perhaps this was the best way to apologize though, as long as Aeron found his dancing as beautiful as he used to. Perhaps he could work his apology into a dance for the other. But then the thought hit him, he wouldn’t be able to do ballet for his former crush, Aeron was a rock star he would have to do a rock star type dance. He sighed, he hadn’t done anything modern in a long time. “Guess I’ll have to worry about it tomorrow.” He mumbled to himself and shut his eyes going to sleep, though it was fitful.

Aeron wasn’t having a much better night. As soon as Akira left he went to his manager’s room and grabbed the contract before heading back to his room and leaving it on the desk and then headed out. He had put on his sunglasses, even though it was late at night. He didn’t want to be seen tonight. Not with what he was about to do. He snuck past his manager’s room and out of the hotel, walking to the club that was a couple of blocks away. He slipped into the club and made his way to the dance floor finding himself a cute guy and having some fun.

This was a part of him that no one knew about except Akira, and even he didn’t know what he did at night after he had been told off by the man. “Hey, you interested in one night stands?” he asked the man he was currently dancing with.

The man looked up and over to Aeron and smirked, “If it’s with you, cutie, sure.” He said turning around and placing his arms around Aeron, “Are you interested in one night stands?”

“Always,” Aeron stated, though his mind was somewhere else. “Anytime, how about now?” he asked, looking down at the man.

The man nodded and took Aeron’s hand and started to lead him to the bathroom, this made Aeron frown. He didn’t like doing it in the bathrooms, at least not in a club like this where just looking at the toilets might get you pregnant. But he had stopped caring a long time ago, about five years ago. He still remembered his first time out with another man, some drummer from another group. He thought his first time was going to be the time of his life, but because it wasn’t with his first love it felt like shit. There was no fun in it and especially no feelings in it. Much like this time was going to be, it would be very much a wham bam thank you sir, and then it would be all over and he would head home.

“Just lean up against the stall wall,” the man said, running his hands all over Aeron’s body. “I’ll give you a good time unless you are wanting me to lean up against the wall.” He whispered, maneuvering Aeron towards the wall.

Aeron only smirked, “However you want it, love. Just make it feel good.” He said.