Safe and Sane

Eli had things he wanted to talk about. He wasn't a great cook, so he didn't make a fancy meal. That would have set off all kinds of alarms for Lane anyway, probably.

He did get right in the shower when he got home from work. He was clean and smelling of shampoo and soap when Lane got home. Sprawled out on the couch mindlessly flipping through stations, but he was clean.

He looked up when Lane stepped into the room, smiled and sat up. "Hey."

Friday night in Sal's was always a busy night. This Friday was a touch busier than most, because there was no chance in hell Lin was playing a set on his own when Carl was in town, and if Carl was playing, Lin was going to move heaven and earth to get him a good crowd. Didn't take much, a word here and there in the right ears, spread around the bar, the club, onwards and through.

It meant that Friday night was busier than most, but the crowd was in a damn fine mood. Mellow and easy, celebrating the end of the week with a couple of beers, a couple fingers of Jack, or just a couple of guys down one end of the room, playing guitars and singing together like their voices had shaped the songs together from their birth.

For some of the songs, that much was even true.

It was a party. It was a costume party. There was food, there were traditional Halloween games- bobbing for apples, a place to carve jack o' lanterns and way, way too much candy and junk food. A place to dance. There were also a few open play rooms, set up for groups or exhibitionism, but that wasn't the focus of the night.


There were awards for the best costume, for the scariest, the funniest, the most creative, the sexiest.

The invitations had gone out late- only on Monday- but it had come together fairly well. There was rum, fruity drinks, fruit and cheese, and an assortment of shareable costumes all fighting the theme.


Talk like a pirate.

Eli did the dishes, stepped up behind the couch and pushed still damp, slightly soapy hands down under the collar of Lane's shirt and down over his chest. "Boo."

Met Jason @ club. Going out for beer.

Lane found Eli a little after the demo, coming around and biting the back of his neck, arms going around his waist.

"Hi, handsome."

Ben was working.

Sort of.

There was a notebook open in front of him, and he was scribbling down notes, about something. When someone stopped beside him, he looked up. "Do you think asking my students to edit Anne Rice's work would be cruel and unusual punishment, if I let them use red pens?"

Tom walked into the club looking a bit confused. And sore. He had a shiny new black eye that couldn't have been much more than a day old, just about blossomed into full maturity. It was impressive.

He was also desperate for something to drink. Despite the rain it was still hot and humid outside, with more thunderstorms to come (that would hopefully break the humidity, at least a little). He got an ice and some juice and went to sprawl on the couch.

It was thundering, off in the distance this afternoon. It was raining, hard, pouring out, in the locale. There was a section in the front of the cafe set out for umbrellas and actual towels out to help people dry off.

Hot chocolate, cold drinks, and scones.

It was a warm, cloudy day. The temperature hit 92 at noon and stayed around 85 into the early evening. There were cold drinks, hot drinks, but also, weirdly, a lot of chocolate.

A lot of chocolate. Chocolate biscuits, Chocolate cookies, cakes, lollypops, candies, dipped pretzels. Good chocolate too.

If asked the baristas rolled their eyes and explained "Over order"

It was a Monday evening.

And there was cake. A lot of cake. Some pizzas. Some music playing in one of the lounges.

It was just a nice, quiet evening.

Lane flopped on the couch. He then put his legs in Eli's lap and handed over a bag of chips, saying, almost idle sounding, "You know, I could really do with having your cock in my mouth."

Like he was craving a burrito or something.

The lounge had a sign on the door and it was closed, at least for now, so no one could stand outside and peer in or listen, but the sign was inviting. There was food, drink, and comfortable places to sit in the very large room.

Jon was the moderator for the meeting and had a name tag designating him as such to his vaguely bemused expression.

Lane came into the club a few steps behind Ben, coming around and wrapping an arm around his waist, "How are you, Daddy?"

It was cloudy, gray and ninety degrees in Boulder. The humidity and heat, in combination, were killer. The doors to the coffee shop were closed, to keep the heat out and the air conditioning it. There were still tables outside, and people sitting there, but most of the business was inside, where it was cooler. They were selling more iced caffeine and frozen, shaved, sugary drinks than anything that steamed.

There was talk about ordering ice cream and sorbet as well as baked goods, for the rest of the summer. Someone decided if they got it in, it would cool off and be 50 degrees. Everyone who heard them thought it would be worth the order, just to get the heat to break.

Sunday Night.

Pride had been going strong all weekend, but Sunday night things were just starting to ramp down in the city, and up in the club. The doors were propped open, the lights were blazing inside and outside there were strings of decorative rainbow lights wrapped around the security lamp posts.

The main lounge had elements of the club's parade float scattered about - leather bondage and roses, barbed wire twisted into pretty shapes and hung out of reach, the odd balloon (or inflated, colorful condoms) floating about the floor and furniture. The music wasn't loud, but for once it wasn't nearly inaudible.

The bar was open, and there was an actual bartender behind it. There were snacks (healthy and not), drinks (alcoholic and not), and the rooms to the scening rooms were all standing open along the halls. The single tail demo room had been cleared out and turned into a dance floor, that was plenty big enough for whoever wanted to be there -- and dimmer lights, and music that was easy to dance to.

There were condoms and lube in cut crystal candy bowls sitting about, reminders about safety and not driving - or playing- drunk. It was bright, festive, celebratory, and very much 'devil may care, as long as you're being safe', people around to make sure things stayed safe, and members who knew how to handle themselves safely or they wouldn't have been members to begin with.

The party, just this once, was a party.

It was Friday evening; it was sort of a party. There was music in one room if people wanted to dance, food and drink in other rooms, the scening rooms had purposely been left unreservable that evening so the party-goers could claim them as the evening wore on. It was a warm night, but inside the temperature was nice. The garden doors were open, tiki torches lit.

Lane found Jess, wrapped his arms around her, and rested his head on her bosom. Then said "Hi."

Lane had gotten pizza, turned on a game, then flopped down on the couch, waiting for Eli.

When Eli got home, Lane nudged the box towards him, leaned into him, and yawned. "How are you, baby?"