[ Jack and him are on the fifth day (sixth night) and Elio has been very forth-coming from the get-go, I'm not here to commit, he'd told the other man the first morning they woke up together, I'm waiting for someone, I've just recently decided not to wait on my own. Jack had raised both eyebrows at him, his bed hair all chestnut and soft-looking, so Elio had reached out and run a hand through it, tousled it more while the other man had laughed, his beautiful baritone vibrant and alive that way. Baby, he'd said, no one wants to wait on their own.
And because Elio honestly thinks tonight will be their last night together, he's invited Jack to join him at Lux, where he's been playing until midnight - it's half past twelve now and they're on the dance floor, Jack writhing against him, tall and broad and smelling like the three Dirty Martinis he's already drunk. Tasting like them, too, Elio can tell whenever they kiss, deep, lots of tongue, another guy on their right is giving them long looks, jealous ones. In some ways, Lux is no better than any seedy gay bar in Rome Elio's been to. Elio draws away, nodding towards the stranger and telling Jack to have fun until he returns. Jack laughs again, baritone, beautiful, and kisses him.
Can't believe you got me in here.
Smiling, Elio leaves him to it and moves over to the bar, ordering another Dirty Martini for his date and a Gold Rush shot for himself, the bartenders lining three up, because we like to see you let loose, Perlman. He gets going on the first as soon as it's been mixed, turning around to glance out over the dance floor, Jack neat in the middle and busy snogging the stranger's face off. Elio lowers his shot glass a bit, gaze softening. ]
[ The club's pulsing tonight. Lucifer's standing by the railing near the staircase, watching the dance floor none-too-carefully and sipping his Scotch. He's had to turn down five people already, asking for favours - won't do at the moment, what with the Sinnerman (bloody atrocious name, isn't it) playing games with him whenever it suits the bastard. He'll track him down, though, there's no doubt. If the man's who he thinks he is, he's probably meant to, which is just flat-out intolerable but that's how these things go, supposedly. Frowning in irritation, he zones in on the dance floor, the DJ running through a series of pounding 00's rock classics that seem to make the floors and the walls tremble. He licks his lips. Looks over all those writhing, sexually charged bodies and decides yes, tonight's that kind of night.
He hasn't seen Elio since they took that little flight over the Pacific. He thinks about it, though, relatively frequently. It had been... well, it had been beautiful, hadn't it, feeling the other man against him, showing him lights in the darkness. An echo of Lucifer, you might say, but more importantly, something for Elio to latch onto at that specific time and place, something to make him feel a little less lost.
That part, Lucifer liked. Trying to achieve that.
Descending the stairs, he dives right onto the dance floor, slipping through the crowd and bumping hips with men and women alike. Within long, he's in the throng of it all, surrounded by humans and he's got some woman's hands - blonde, huge breasts, Louboutin heels - on his arse and another woman, brunette, pushing up against his side, trying to lick his neck (she's not tall enough to reach, alas, so he cranes to the side a bit, just to be helpful).
Then, the guy in front of him turns towards him, tall and broad and Lucifer smiles at him widely. The other man glides into his personal space like he was meant to go there, slotting their lower bodies together. The lights dance over his chestnut hair and Lucifer pushes up against him, then back against Blonde Girl who's currently draping herself all over his backside.
[ He notices Lucifer right away. Because Elio's at a point where he can't not notice Lucifer in any room, any context, first things first. Not only is he remarkably tall and stands out in most crowds for that reason alone, but when you know what it is you're looking for, it'll jump at you, Elio suspects all the things that may blind others about the man just don't work that way on him. He notices other things, the echo of wings, the glimpse of red, what is it you desire. Silence over lies. The suits and the red-soled shoes and even the sex appeal are secondary characteristics in comparison. Easily recognizable, like most bling. Just as easily stripped away.
Tonight, however, he does notice the obvious, too. How Lucifer makes his way through the crowd on the dance floor and how they gather around him, men and women alike, pressing against him, moving with him, it's his beat in here, it always has been, even when it's Elio at the piano. Maybe particularly then. His smile returns, amused, as he downs the second of the three Gold Rushes. Oh, he felt that one, lots of bourbon, he's about to turn towards the bartender and compliment him, when another man steps up to Lucifer, somewhere near the middle of the dance floor and they're both tall, broad and muscular, hard beneath all that shirt fabric, Elio knows, he's touched them both. He knows exactly what they feel like beneath his fingertips.
Jack pushes his lower body up against Lucifer's and there's a moment where they're just swaying together, along with the blonde girl behind him and it's beautiful, in its own way. The freedom of it. It's the whole palette, the way it's supposed to be. For them. The fondness in his abdomen is only partly sexual, mostly it's a feeling of recognition. You and me, it means. You and me.
Licking his lips slowly, Elio abandons the third shot glass (as well as Jack's Dirty Martini, he'll have to get that one himself if he's really thirsty for it) on the counter and braves the sea of bodies on the dance floor once more, slithering between people almost unnoticeably, that's the advantage of being slight and small. Finally, he moves up next to Jack, still all but clinging to Lucifer's front, pushing one hand softly through his hair as he steps up against his side, halfway in Lucifer's orbit as a consequence, making his date turn his head towards him. He looks dazed, it's really cute. ]
Having fun?
[ Elio's smiling at him, briefly, before turning his attention on Lucifer and smiling at him, too. Well, it can be a question for them both. ]
[ He's honestly having quite a good time, what with tall and Not-Quite-Ginger getting all cosy against his front and Blondie working her thigh up between his legs, his cock hardening at the friction a little, all good. He turns his head, about to catch Brunette's lips in a deep and thoroughly sexual snog when something happens somewhere close to his shoulder, something that draws his attention. He blinks. Turns his head back, only to find himself staring into lovely Elio's lovely eyes as the man goes having fun in Not-Quite-Ginger's general direction, getting his fingers all tangled up in the other man's hair. That looks... intimate. Lucifer stares at them, blinking like a deer caught in the headlights for a second, before his smile widens and he steps back slightly, enough to make the distance conversational. ]
Darling!
[ He curls one arm around Brunette's waist. She nuzzles in against him, pushing her hand down over his stomach. He lets her, gaze landing on Elio first, then on his friend. Charmed, certainly. The friend in question is still basically draping himself mindlessly over Lucifer and there's actually a moment when it bothers him somewhat, knowing that this random, unimportant stranger's on Elio's possible to-do-list. Something about it just. Well.
In any case.
Lucifer drapes his other arm around Elio's narrow waist and pulls him in, ignoring the way Not-Quite-Ginger's craning all the way into his personal space. Blondie dwindles off to somewhere, correctly sensing that at this point, this particular wagon doesn't need any more wheels. ]
Fancy seeing you here. Decided to stick around for a little while, did you?
[ Jack's too blindsided to really notice him, except to reach up and catch Elio's hand in his hair, giving it a squeeze before trying to work his way right back into Lucifer's intimate sphere, even as the other man has drawn away a little to make the distance conversational between Elio and him, once he catches sight of him. At first, he looks somewhat taken aback at finding Elio there, like he can't quite believe his eyes. Jack and him. Jack and him here, together. But then he recovers, the way Lucifer recovers from everything, with his usual charm and high spirits as well as an arm tightly around Elio's waist, pulling him in against his side to match the pretty brunette on his other, though Elio knows it'll probably be her and not him who lands herself in his bed first.
Nevertheless, Elio tilts his head up at him, amused, while finally Jack seems to come around, looking between the two of them and taking a moment to connect the dots, I'm waiting for someone, Elio had told him. He smiles, drawing his own conclusions and shifting to press up against Elio's other side now, instead of Lucifer's front, leaning down to nuzzle his right ear, all lips catching his earlobe, hard breath against the shell of it, just a hint of tongue that makes Elio's spine tingle pleasantly. He doesn't look away from Lucifer, though. Just pushes back against his date on one side halfway and against Lucifer's side on the other, one only slightly less strong and broad and tall than the other.
Right now, it's hard to say which one of them wins.
Which is, of course, a lie. Elio knows well who wins. Jack knows it, too. ]
Just a little while. I didn't want to cheat my date - [ A small nod towards the man who's now busy kissing his neck, Lucifer momentarily forgotten completely. Elio glances sideways at him, his head of chestnut hair, the way he's unashamed and unapologetic and considerate at the same time. The way he's just Elio's type, yet like no one else he knows, no repeats, no old stories retold. His expression softens and he reaches up to blindly caress the side of his face. Sharp cheekbone. ] - of the full Lux experience.
[ He raises an eyebrow at Lucifer that says, and you just gave it to him, didn't you? ]
[ Not-Quite-Ginger's putting his attention where it ought to be, drawing away from Lucifer and pressing up against Elio's side instead, nuzzling his ear, giving it a little tongue. Looks nice. Lucifer shifts a bit, his cock going from curious to let's get this party started in a manner of seconds because that's just how his body rolls. He senses someone drawing up behind him and smiles, preemptively, whilst Blondie slides up into his personal space once more, a good-looking, muscular fellow trailing after her, giving Lucifer that slightly cautious look that says, my girlfriend talked me into what now? Seen it many, many times. It always ends very well.
He catches Elio's gaze again. Smiles sharply, teeth flashing. ]
The full experience, hm? [ He throws his arm out in a half-circle, indicating all of this and adding: ] This is always whatever you want it to be, my dear.
[ Blondie's grabbing his crotch now, gasping against his ear and getting herself all worked up. Her boyfriend looks dubious still so Lucifer takes the time to invite him closer, crooking one finger at him slyly. As he steps into his personal space, still looking like he's been somehow tasked with baiting the most psychopathic bear in the woods, Lucifer simply leans in close, speaking against his ear: ]
Thus, you can do exactly what you want, lover - including or excluding me.
[ With that, he winks at Elio, blowing an airkiss in his direction and starts for the stairs, one arm around Blondie, the other around Brunette. Behind them, the music changes gears, becomes just a little heavier, a little sexier. Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he notes the shape of Elio in the crowd, the outline of his catch of the night. He'll be fine, he thinks. Not-Quite-Ginger's a decent pick.
Behind him, Blondie's boyfriend actually pinches his arse on the way to the elevator so there's also that. ]
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And because Elio honestly thinks tonight will be their last night together, he's invited Jack to join him at Lux, where he's been playing until midnight - it's half past twelve now and they're on the dance floor, Jack writhing against him, tall and broad and smelling like the three Dirty Martinis he's already drunk. Tasting like them, too, Elio can tell whenever they kiss, deep, lots of tongue, another guy on their right is giving them long looks, jealous ones. In some ways, Lux is no better than any seedy gay bar in Rome Elio's been to. Elio draws away, nodding towards the stranger and telling Jack to have fun until he returns. Jack laughs again, baritone, beautiful, and kisses him.
Can't believe you got me in here.
Smiling, Elio leaves him to it and moves over to the bar, ordering another Dirty Martini for his date and a Gold Rush shot for himself, the bartenders lining three up, because we like to see you let loose, Perlman. He gets going on the first as soon as it's been mixed, turning around to glance out over the dance floor, Jack neat in the middle and busy snogging the stranger's face off. Elio lowers his shot glass a bit, gaze softening. ]
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He hasn't seen Elio since they took that little flight over the Pacific. He thinks about it, though, relatively frequently. It had been... well, it had been beautiful, hadn't it, feeling the other man against him, showing him lights in the darkness. An echo of Lucifer, you might say, but more importantly, something for Elio to latch onto at that specific time and place, something to make him feel a little less lost.
That part, Lucifer liked. Trying to achieve that.
Descending the stairs, he dives right onto the dance floor, slipping through the crowd and bumping hips with men and women alike. Within long, he's in the throng of it all, surrounded by humans and he's got some woman's hands - blonde, huge breasts, Louboutin heels - on his arse and another woman, brunette, pushing up against his side, trying to lick his neck (she's not tall enough to reach, alas, so he cranes to the side a bit, just to be helpful).
Then, the guy in front of him turns towards him, tall and broad and Lucifer smiles at him widely. The other man glides into his personal space like he was meant to go there, slotting their lower bodies together. The lights dance over his chestnut hair and Lucifer pushes up against him, then back against Blonde Girl who's currently draping herself all over his backside.
It's all very sandwich-y. ]
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Tonight, however, he does notice the obvious, too. How Lucifer makes his way through the crowd on the dance floor and how they gather around him, men and women alike, pressing against him, moving with him, it's his beat in here, it always has been, even when it's Elio at the piano. Maybe particularly then. His smile returns, amused, as he downs the second of the three Gold Rushes. Oh, he felt that one, lots of bourbon, he's about to turn towards the bartender and compliment him, when another man steps up to Lucifer, somewhere near the middle of the dance floor and they're both tall, broad and muscular, hard beneath all that shirt fabric, Elio knows, he's touched them both. He knows exactly what they feel like beneath his fingertips.
Jack pushes his lower body up against Lucifer's and there's a moment where they're just swaying together, along with the blonde girl behind him and it's beautiful, in its own way. The freedom of it. It's the whole palette, the way it's supposed to be. For them. The fondness in his abdomen is only partly sexual, mostly it's a feeling of recognition. You and me, it means. You and me.
Licking his lips slowly, Elio abandons the third shot glass (as well as Jack's Dirty Martini, he'll have to get that one himself if he's really thirsty for it) on the counter and braves the sea of bodies on the dance floor once more, slithering between people almost unnoticeably, that's the advantage of being slight and small. Finally, he moves up next to Jack, still all but clinging to Lucifer's front, pushing one hand softly through his hair as he steps up against his side, halfway in Lucifer's orbit as a consequence, making his date turn his head towards him. He looks dazed, it's really cute. ]
Having fun?
[ Elio's smiling at him, briefly, before turning his attention on Lucifer and smiling at him, too. Well, it can be a question for them both. ]
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Darling!
[ He curls one arm around Brunette's waist. She nuzzles in against him, pushing her hand down over his stomach. He lets her, gaze landing on Elio first, then on his friend. Charmed, certainly. The friend in question is still basically draping himself mindlessly over Lucifer and there's actually a moment when it bothers him somewhat, knowing that this random, unimportant stranger's on Elio's possible to-do-list. Something about it just. Well.
In any case.
Lucifer drapes his other arm around Elio's narrow waist and pulls him in, ignoring the way Not-Quite-Ginger's craning all the way into his personal space. Blondie dwindles off to somewhere, correctly sensing that at this point, this particular wagon doesn't need any more wheels. ]
Fancy seeing you here. Decided to stick around for a little while, did you?
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Nevertheless, Elio tilts his head up at him, amused, while finally Jack seems to come around, looking between the two of them and taking a moment to connect the dots, I'm waiting for someone, Elio had told him. He smiles, drawing his own conclusions and shifting to press up against Elio's other side now, instead of Lucifer's front, leaning down to nuzzle his right ear, all lips catching his earlobe, hard breath against the shell of it, just a hint of tongue that makes Elio's spine tingle pleasantly. He doesn't look away from Lucifer, though. Just pushes back against his date on one side halfway and against Lucifer's side on the other, one only slightly less strong and broad and tall than the other.
Right now, it's hard to say which one of them wins.
Which is, of course, a lie. Elio knows well who wins. Jack knows it, too. ]
Just a little while. I didn't want to cheat my date - [ A small nod towards the man who's now busy kissing his neck, Lucifer momentarily forgotten completely. Elio glances sideways at him, his head of chestnut hair, the way he's unashamed and unapologetic and considerate at the same time. The way he's just Elio's type, yet like no one else he knows, no repeats, no old stories retold. His expression softens and he reaches up to blindly caress the side of his face. Sharp cheekbone. ] - of the full Lux experience.
[ He raises an eyebrow at Lucifer that says, and you just gave it to him, didn't you? ]
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He catches Elio's gaze again. Smiles sharply, teeth flashing. ]
The full experience, hm? [ He throws his arm out in a half-circle, indicating all of this and adding: ] This is always whatever you want it to be, my dear.
[ Blondie's grabbing his crotch now, gasping against his ear and getting herself all worked up. Her boyfriend looks dubious still so Lucifer takes the time to invite him closer, crooking one finger at him slyly. As he steps into his personal space, still looking like he's been somehow tasked with baiting the most psychopathic bear in the woods, Lucifer simply leans in close, speaking against his ear: ]
Thus, you can do exactly what you want, lover - including or excluding me.
[ With that, he winks at Elio, blowing an airkiss in his direction and starts for the stairs, one arm around Blondie, the other around Brunette. Behind them, the music changes gears, becomes just a little heavier, a little sexier. Glancing out of the corner of his eye, he notes the shape of Elio in the crowd, the outline of his catch of the night. He'll be fine, he thinks. Not-Quite-Ginger's a decent pick.
Behind him, Blondie's boyfriend actually pinches his arse on the way to the elevator so there's also that. ]