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Log: Felix & Nigel
Who? Felx & Nigel
What? Working up a sweat
Where? A club featuring DJ Ixnay
When? Wednesday 4/14-4/15 early morning
Rating? R for drug use, profanity, and frottage.
Status? Complete
Notes? J, if this isn't cool, let me know and we can continue in comments, but I think it felt done.

Spinning. That was what Felix was focusing on. It had been a tough day at work. He'd had to worry about - and field calls for - the whole Prophets thing. The last thing he wanted to really talk about was a mutant-hating group. He wasn't as up on current events as he should be. Probably due to some sort of laziness that he couldn't quite figure out. But the records were spinning and the cool blue glow from his iPod gave him enough light to continue with his mixing. The crowd was alive and there weren't any cares in the world. No fights tonight, which was a nice thing. People were giving themselves over to the music and that helped a lot. DJ Ixnay saw someone coming toward him, pushing his way through the crowd. The stage lights dimmed for a moment as Felix shot up a flare. The crowd was lit, hands raising to the tendrils of light as they swam down through the air.

Nigel was dressed for a good time. He was shaken, to hear about the news lately. Although, with his demeanor and his act of pretending to be quite "debonair" didn't allude to the fact that he just so happening to be harboring these raw, intense feelings. He often masked these feelings, bring a fronting of wild facades, never getting to any of the issues. Nigel's father was at Crossmore, and everything still seemed to point back to that tender issue.

And, tonight would just be another act for the young male, with his defenses halfway down. He wasn't in the mood to have to think on responses, or spend time relying on keeping of his many psuedo-selves. Tonight was quite different. He let go any ambitions, and just let the music take him away. The club was lit with the usual respects of what one would expect that of a rave to be. People were spinning around glowsticks, orgy fests of dry humping took over the central dance floor. Nigel's goals weren't the same as others, however. He wasn't looking for a lover tonight. He just wanted to let loose.

He headed toward Felix, combing his wild locks with his left hand, nervously slipping in and out of dancing pairs. He wanted to request a song to him, perhaps help in aiding the tension and stress if he heard the song. Nigel could only hope.

Another cascade of light shimmered over the herd of dancers. The boy coming up to him looked so deteremined. So single-minded that Felix couldn't look away. The records skipped for a fraction of a second. The screech was manageable, DJ Ixnay kicking in and turning up the distortion. The music shifted to a more frantic pace. The walls vibrated the sound, the crowd jumping in unison. But still, the severe-looking boy came forward. Felix shifted slightly. A quick jerk of his hand and the music shifted again. Bodies became languid, slow. Arms raised toward the heavens as the steady beat quelled their fervor.

He was a magician of of music, a seeker of creation. Notes and tones and vocals and bass. They all ran through him, but Felix couldn't take his eyes off the person getting closer. No one had ever looked that determined to get a song played. Oh, Felix knew what he wanted. That, or the guy was a junkie and wanted to rub wrists. The Glimmer was still flashing across his right wrist. The absorption process wasn't complete, but Felix didn't do it for the eroticism. He did it for the thrill, for the way it made his lights turn sultry, his blood sliding through his body in such a way he was left light headed. A quick wave and the boy was let through the security detail. Two large guards in black t-shirts moved aside.
Nigel only offered a nod at the the security guards that allowed him to slip through. He felt like he was inducted into some standard of fame. Heading up to where the disc jockey was, he was amazed at just how much the stage was angled. You could see everyone, pretty much. He felt like a diety, sitting aside some sort of fake Mount Olympus. Felix was really god, is so many ways than one. Not only did he control the ears of others, but just by changing the rhythm of the music, he gave out a completely new method of attack to those in the building. A form of mind control, if you will. Nigel admired this, completely.

He saw the glistening of his wrist, but took it as a sign of some glitter, or something equally sparkly. He always assumed they dumped pixi dust on those who were in the mob of bodies. Maybe they didn't do that anymore. He wasn't sure. Nigel kept his composure, getting close to Felix's body, in order to speak with him so that the two could actually hear one another. It was still kind of loud to him, and he wanted to put off coming as if he were yelling at him. When finally the music began to die down, in hopes for another song to be blasted, Nigel then spoke.

"Hey. I was just wondering if you could play this song for me.. " Nigel asked, biting his lower lip in a sign of nervousness. He was so out of the loop with this, he wasn't even sure if that was allowed, or even if they had the song to begin with. " I love your beats, by the way... Killer. " He added, sincerely.

Felix was moving slightly, digging the beat himself. It ran through his system and his body moved to the noise. The clatter and bangs and drums. But still the boy moved up and he eventaully made it to the podium on which DJ Ixnay stood. He saw the other move closer, his right arm extending, settling on the boy's him and pulling him closer. For a moment, the scent of sweat and madness filled Felix's nostrils and rolled over and through his body. The Glim was taking affect and his hand gripped a bit tighter on the boy's hip, feeling the change between skin and the low rise jeans he wore.

Hearing the words, Felix moved in a little closer, turning his head so his mouth was close to the newcomer's ear. "They call me DJ Ixnay," he replied, not liking the name Killer at all. He wasn't about killing, but Life. Life in its most basic, pulsing form. The rain made noise, as did the thunder. The thunder was brought on by lightning that was brought on by heated molecules. It was the scope of life at its base. Felix felt his thumb slide into a belt loop. "You tell me the song, I'll tell you if I have it." His lips brushed gently against the boy's earlobe. It was more of a misgauge of space than anything else. "I'll tell you if it'll fit. The music's like a puzzle, and I can't make a piece fit where it doesn't."

He really didn't mind that Felix's grasp was tight, nor did he mind the smell of his body emitting all those pheromones, laced in his sweat. The mere temperature in the building was enough at least 20 to 30 degrees higher than it was outside. Probably a lot warmer in the central pit of the dance floor. It reminded him like bees to the queen bee; who use their body heat to help produce children. Nigel allowed his own arm to wrap around Felix's waist, keeping him secure in place. He knew he wouldn't fall off the platform, but it was just the concept of complying as well as keeping safe. "DJ Ixnay? Nigel. Pleasure." Nigel grinned, keeping his smile on his lips while DJ Ixnay spoke. He didn't know how appropriate the song would be for the evening, nor if Felix was feeling it at all.

But, it didn't hurt to ask, did it? He nodded toward him, totally getting the terms and conditions. " Well, I just wanted to hear a little bit of Sonique's new hit. " He said, his body quivering slightly after not only feeling the breath of the man's voice on his eat, but slightly saturated pursed lips as well. Nigel was so taken back by this, he did what he usually did normally - softly sinking his teeth against his lip once again.

"Uhh...m. Murder on the Dancefloor." He said, nodding nervously as he said the name of the song. "I don't know if you know the song, but it's a good one..." Nigel was so confused, he didn't know if he was bumbling or not. His thumb slipped into the side of Felix's pants, the fabric feeling the weight as his hand used it as support. Nigel peered over at the side, noticing the bare flesh.

Felix's eyes were sharp, pupils constricted. It was a part of the drug. Everything was cast in a bright halo - all angles for the coming, all givers of the light. He nodded automatically, knowing which song Nigel was talking about. Nigel, what an old school name. "Nigel," Felix parroted, smiling a little wider. Wow, how he liked that name. It sounded like a butler, but regal. Royalty. Felix never had a royal butler. All he had was every single one of his mom's friends saying what a miracle child he was.

Exhaling, Felix's bottom lip slid against the bottom of Nigel's earlobe. The tang of the natural oil, the feel of the cartialage. He wanted to turn away, knew he should. But he couldn't. His hand pressed further against the boy's hip, index finger replacing his thumb in the belt loop. "I do I do I do. It's...'round here somewhere. But it can't just be that, no sir. We need a mixer. The light to the dark, the ice to the whiskey." He pulled Nigel over to his iPod with him, hand never leaving its resting place. Even one handed Felix was quick as mercury rising. "This'll be great. Great great great," he muttered, hsi hand coming out of the the material, thumb leaving Nigel's bare hip just udner his shirt.

The record was cast off, and the new one was punched on his iPod. He had yet to get the vinyl. That shit was expensive these days. As the song started, an old, worn Tears for Fears album flipped between his hands before coming to a rest on the turn table. With a wink, Felix spun it and the two songs collided like tidal waves across the room. His body couldn't help but arch as the sound infiltrated his eardrums. A quick slide and everything was echoing. He looked at Nigel and pushed his head toward the opposite wall from the other. A simple gesture, wondering if the other would chance fate and come closer.

His smile never left his face, while he watched Felix frantically search his music for the little song he wanted to hear. Of course Felix was a pro at this, and Nigel simply nodded when Felix suggested it had to be mixed. Nigel was up for anything, really. He just wanted to get captured by the awesome rhythm that the song had. And, without a moment to lose, the song was found, and the paired be was chosen. " I'm hoping it will be! "

The moment of truth came all too soon, and his body was hit with the awesome vocal recordings, beats, and rhythm that just consumed him completely. He was caught in the music, and with Felix's previous actions, he was a little bit tempted to try new things. Felix pushed himself away and against the wall, sort of teasing as Nigel watched him resting there. Their eyes locked, and his facial expression of pure enjoyment and fun took over. Nigel wanted this night to be a night without thinking. A night absorbed with whims, and no immediately thought about any kind of reciprocal backlash.

Needless to say, He moved over to him, and pressed his body against his. Nigel rested one arm above Felix's head, while pressing his fist about four or so inches away from Felix's side with the other. Desire and passion for not only the beat but the man in front of him, almost came off as looking aggressive. Nigel didn't want the guards to react; as he would probably be thrown off the platform. The audience lost in themselves, and the beats, Nigel simply casted his illusions to the two heavy-set gentlemen. The perfect facade, for what could, and what might come. Things that were still somewhat taboo.

Felix hadn't expected that sort of aggressiveness from the other. As soon as their crotches met, Felix's eyes looked at the wrist above his head, the one down by his side. Nope, the guy wasn't on anything - anything that he could see, anyway. A grin spread across the DJ's face, a hand coming to rest on Nigel's stomach, pressing him a bit away. No need to get too frisky too soon. Felix bit his lower lip as his free hand moved to the back of the boy's neck, soft palm clamping down lightly on the skin right below Nigel's hairline. Eyes looked into eyes and then the shimmer started. It seemed to cascade over them, like a weeping will set of fire from the base, white-bright sparks falling around them.

Finding the beat, Felix began to curve and move his body. First, aaginst the wall, still keeping his eyes on Nigel's, even if the other looked a little heavy-lidded. Kyle's bloodstream felt torched, moving through his body at the speed of light. The fingers brushed over Nigel's shirt, dipping down as the other's torso rose, leaving an expanse of skin exposed. Hard, touchable. Felix's breath came in tiny little bursts from his mouth. He could feel Nigel's on the nape of his neck, and as the song picked up, so did his movements, edging slightly closer to the other's body, but then pulling away when he made contact.

He felt Felix's hand against his neck, but that only fueled his passion for keeping his eyes locked onto the other's. He was completely in tune, and while he noticed Felix moving with the beat, Nigel attempted to swoon along with it. Removing his body from being perched against the wall, Nigel's right hand slipped behind Felix's. He caressed the movements of his head within large hand, cushioning it while they rocked.

He allowed his hands to wrap against Felix's waist, feeling him move caused Nigel to move along with him, and finally they remained steady for quite a few beats. However, it was Felix's cat and mouse chase of bodies in and out of contact which caught him off guard. Still, like a good trick horse, he maneuvered over these, and attempted to control some of the unity. His breath dry and increasingly heavy blew against Felix's shoulder, which felt atleast 20 degrees warmer right after. "You're a really good dancer. " Nigel commented, while trying to whisper into his ear during a point when the two bodies were in contact.

This boy definitely felt nice. There was a good mix of dying cologne and sweat that laced against his skin and clothing. Felix found himself inhaling deeply even when he had just taken a breath through his mouth. He felt the hands wrap around him, edging a little closer, daring to get to that step that was just an inch or so away. The glimmer, he caught out of the corner of his eye, had been completely absorbed. The smell of lemon edged its way into his olfactory sense, mingling with the sweat and the beat that rode along his temples like a surfer on some mammoth wave. His hand brushed against the taut muscled stomach possessed by his dance partner before moving back around, touching the small of Nigel's back and feeling the dampness from sweat that had pooled there. Licking his lips, Felix's hand pressed a little harder against Nigel's neck, letting the boy set his head against his shoulder if he wanted to. Felix could have sworn he could feel the other's pulse in his words.

"You too," he said, hand slipping down, thumb hooking into a beltloop just below the gauzy spot he'd just been touching. His fingertips brushed over the clothed rear as they moved. It was simply a brush, innocent in its intent, their bodies swaying and throbbing. Felic felt his body shift, a leg moving between Nigel's as the music began to swell. He knew the song wasn't even half done, but one thing he loved about the song was how it grew and crested, only to grow again before the swells broke. "Fuck you smell good," Felix managed in a harsh whisper, his body directing Nigel's as they moved.

Nigel complied; resting his head against Felix's shoulder. He closed his eyes for moment and brief periods when the beat was slowly climbing to the climax. Nigel wanted to absorb everything and anything he possibly could. This moment was surreal, and he was definitely in the present with it.

He released his hand from Felix's head, slowly moving his hand down against the side of his ribcage, and down to his waist. Top it off with a nice slip of his hand, which he could blame it on Felix's movements, it was just skimming against his right cheek. Although, realism never struck him to move it. "No, I just have a good lead." Nigel smirked at Felix, biting harshly against his bottom lip as the music continued, and Felix was beginning to get new ideas. He was all for movement.

Nigel absorbed the compliment quite easily, and even naturally. He did replace it however, with a new one. "You smell like a hot bed of lust and desire.. and... gah!" He couldn't take it anymore. The pheromones of both males laced in their sweat, which was now equally distrubuted on one another's clothes, and possibly bare flesh. Since his head was resting on Felix's shoulder, Nigel swooped in, licking the pores on his neck before softly planting a little, sweet, innocent, kiss against it. "You taste good too." Nigel said, jokingly.

"Uhh hmmm," Felix purred, letting Nigel's hand stay there for a long moment before his body twisted just a bit, bring their insides closer, his hand brushing more purposefully on Nigel's rear while his own back end was left alone due to the new angle. He pushed his legs back a bit shifted, Nigel's hand moving back to his ribcage. That was quite pleasant for him, and he liked feeling those thin, cool digits (despite the heat) against his side. The hand on Nigel's neck reached up after a gentle squeeze, raising his arm over his head and letting his shirt rise with it until he felt the grip of the boy's palm against his side. Yes, that was very nice indeed. "Dance partner," Felix corrected lightly, his words echoing the smile that were on his lips. He wanted the song to last longer, but his mind was ticking down the minutes and then the seconds. He was at work, but this was by far the most enjoyable night on the job that he had in a while.

He liked Nigel's head against his shoulder, but when he felt the damp, rough tongue against his skin, Felix gasped loudly, eyes opening wide. He probably hadn't needed the help of the Glimmer, but it was still there and made the resulting erection that much more intense. He gasped quieter a second time, eyes blinking but not moving his head away. The circulating air cooled his skin and brought on the goosebumps across his shoulders. "Fuck," he grunted, but that didn't mean he moved away. The hand on the wall slipped down and pushed back the damps strands of Nigel's hair from his face, pulling them back and gathering up more to give a gentle tug. "not ver..." Felix took a breath. "Not very fair," he finally finished, dipping his head down and to the side, nipping at Nigel's jaw, hand releasing the hair and beginning to massage at his muscular shoulders. The song ended and Felix untangled himself. He had a job to do and as nice a distraction as Nigel was, he couldn't really deal with it at the moment.

"Gotta go spin," he purred, his tongue sliding over the man's ear. Taking out a silver case, Felix slipped a card out of it and into Nigel's pocket. "Private cell's on the back. Don't lose it or give it. Call me." A shimmer of lights rotated around them and Felix disengaged himself, moving to the turntables. He knew Nigel would find his way to the dance floor, and the DJ hoped he'd be getting a phone call sometime.