Saturday, 11/3
Who: Blake and Godric What: Going to a strip club! Where: Peabody, at the Golden Banana (It's a real place, and not a gay club!) Rating: NSFW
Godric had been thinking about his relationship with Blake a lot lately. Blake was his best mate and he didn't want to lose him. But then again, things had gotten out of hand. They could barely be in the asme room together anymore. Hell, they could barely be in the same chat window together without something going wrong and tensions running high. So there was a problem. And Godric liked to fix problems. It was either fix them or bury them so deep they wouldn't be found for another 50 million years, and he liked Blake enough to try to fix it. So he had been thinking... what was different about him and Blake and every other set of male friends in the world? Aside from Blake being very emotional and Godric being socially retarded. The difference, as far as he could see it, was that other mates did guy activities. He and Blake sat around in their apartments watching Moulin Rouge and getting drunk and flirting with one another. Not manly.
So tonight Blake was getting kidnapped. He didn't have a choice or a say in the matter whatsoever. The reason behind this was because Blake would have protested to the evening's plans, and thus ruining the plan. So Blake would be kept in the dark. Godric knocked on Hope's door. Hope and Blake were inseperable, so Godric had known he would need to take Blake literally out of her clutches. But she already knew this was coming. When the door opened, Godric was glad to see Blake had answered it. "Hello, Hope!" he called into the room, grabbing Blake's thin wrist and pulling him into the hallway. "Say goodbye to the lady," he grinned, dragging Blake along with him. He was stronger than Blake without question, so any struggle was pretty much met with less than any strain. It was pretty funny, though, the look on Blake's face.
Once they were in the parking lot and beside his car, Godric released Blake's wrist and unlocked the doors. "Get in the Prius," he ordered, climbing into the driver's side. His tone was no-nonsense and refused to be argued with. He wasn't even completely sure this was a good idea, but they were doing it, damnit.
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Blake had been prepared to have a nice quiet evening with Hope, he'd even dressed down for once in his nice jeans and t-shirt... it was by pure luck that he had a blazer on when Godric came to call. He had smiled, surprised to see him but no less welcoming, when he had been dragged from the warmth and sanctuary of Hope's apartment with a little 'W-bah...!" and a stumble in his converse shoes.
No wonder the look on his face was funny. He was being dragged to a pink car and being told to get in with the utmost serious from his vampire friend with no idea where he was being taken or why. He could only describe it as being quite daunting and frightening and scary. "I...." Blake merely blinked. Almost a week of awkwardness and tension and... now Godric was being manly and using his brute strength for evil. EVIL. Or something dodgy, certainly. "Okay..."
He couldn't exactly argue, so he got into the car without a word of complaint, actually finding himself intrugued as to what Ric had in mind for the evening.
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It wasn't until they were buckled, locked in and driving on the main road that Godric said a word. "I've been thinking," he said, his voice severe. "About you. And us. And this whole mess. Nothing's going to get better unless we do something about it. Fuck, Blake, we can't even talk online anymore without it going wrong. So I thought to myself, what do other blokes do that we don't? Why is this so comlpicated?
"And then it struck me. We don't do guy things. We do... soft things. And maybe that's the problem. So tonight we're going to act like men. We're going to a strip club." He had decided this at around one in the morning, and (at the time) it had seemed like the greatest idea ever. Now, though, he wasn't sure he could actually go through with it. He'd been to plenty before, but that was a long time ago.
"We're men. And men drink beer and stare at naked women so that's what we're doing."
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Blake remained quiet even after Ric had stopped speaking. He knew it might be his turn but there was nothing he could say as an argument. Still, he hated silence. It made him think. Like, he was thinking how nice Ric looked as he was driving - he didn't know what it was but people looked sexy when they were driving a car... tearing his eyes away he stared at the passing buildings. "I... really do not think we could be considered real men. Mostly because I don't like beer, staring at naked women gyrating in my face and just... being butch and horrid and flippant with ladies."
He sighed, running a hand through his hair. He knew what Godric was trying to do, he was trying to reaffirm the bond they'd started with. Maybe that was a good idea. Maybe it was terrible... only one way to find out. "It could perhaps be worth a try - but the reason it's so complicated in the first place is because of the obvious, it's because we have the hots for each other... I mean... we're hardly masculine but I know we can... I mean when we're with girls it's like fucking yeah, why do we have to go and letch to... I don't even know what I'm saying." He failed. He failed big and he sighed.
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Blake raised a few good points. Even before knowing one another, neither of them could have been considered macho. But Godric had once been quite masculine, and horrid and flippant and every other synonym for 'asshole' when it came to women. But at least then no one had ever questioned his sexuality, and he'd never lusted for another man. So there must have been some kind of trick to it, something more than that he had simply not known Blake. "I don't like beer either," he confessed. "But we're doing it anyway." It felt really important, like if they could get through this night then things would be better. It was worth a shot at least. "And we don't have to sit at center stage. We can just... hang at a table near the back. You don't get pussy to the face at a table." Then they would still be there, surrounded by scantily clad women, but not quite participating.
Godric knew what Blake was trying to say, but he didn't want to believe this was a lost cause. If there was no fixing this, no making it better, or at least more bearable, Godric didn't think he could handle it anymore. He listened to his friend, face set. It was hard admitting that Blake was right, that this was so obvious. One thing Godric could always do was keep his personal life private. Now, though... he couldn't hide anything from Blake. That was unsettling.
"I know what you mean," he said softly. "But this'll be fun, right? I mean... I hope so, anyway."
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"Pussy?!" Blake positively balked at the word, grimacing at the sheer indecency of it all. Ugh that was such a disgusting term. "Please for the rest of the evening, do not say the word pussy, wet, moist, booty, jelly, hard-on or eating out or... anything that will make me want to curl into a ball and die out of the sheer... ugliness of it all." He wasn't a prude. Obviously. But he did not like some words which were degrading to women and sex in general. It just wasn't DONE. And there were better, dirtier words to be said.
"I promise you, I will make an effort to enjoy myself tonight. I will get pissed, I will allow my eye to roam... wait a minute have you asked Hope if this is okay?" he asked, frowning at Ric suddenly. "And no touching!"
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Godric smirked. He knew Blake wasn't a prude, but... pussy? That was so tame! "You're going to have such a time being around women who flash their crotches for a living," he chuckled. If Blake thought Godric's language was bad, wait until he heard what these ladies said. "I promise not to say it again," he said, though he was still grinning. "But the girls probably will, so watch out for that." He glanced over at Blake. "Have you ever been to one?" he asked, already pretty sure of the answer.
He had to laugh out loud at Blake. "So what, Hope is your keeper now? Can't go out without her say so?" That was a stupid question. Of course he couldn't. "Yes, I asked her. You didn't think I'd be able to pull you away from her unless she allowed it? I didn't bother asking you if you wanted to go because she'd already said yes." He wasn't being sarcastic, nor was he making fun of his friend (much). He had seriously checked with Hope and, with her approval, had just gone with it.
Raising an eyebrow, unable to resist a jab, Godric said, sounding appalled "I have no plans on touching you tonight. That would defeat the whole purpose."
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Blake went red. What sort of red blooded male had not been to a strip club in his life? He was 79, not 19, and he'd never set foot in a club nor even had a private lapdance, nothing... and he, once again, felt pale in comparison to Godric and his world of experience. He sighed, avoiding Godric's gaze. He was getting in too deep here - again. But at the same time he didn't mind. "I will give it a try. THis whole gawp at naked women thing. Because no, I haven't gone to one before and I've never wanted to. But if a girl gyrating in my face takes my mind off you then I suppose it's worth a go."
He was being honest. He really didn't want to admit that Hope was his keeper but she really was. She was his anchor, his.. point of origin, the thing that got him back into the real world. "At least you got her permission. I would have to ring her and tell her what was going on, and that would be.. shit, I left my phone!" Blake said, suddelnly realising that his prized connection to the outside world was now left back with Hope. He frowned, patting himself all over. "...crap. Now she can't reach me if there's a problem I can't reach her, shit... do you have yours? What if you get too drunk to drive and I need to let her know we won't be.... I'm panicking too much aren't I?"
But then Godric said THAT. "I didn't mean me!" Trying to hide the disappointment, here...
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Blake was cute when he blushed. And he did often. Godric was starting to understand why Georgette liked getting him all flustered... it was really damn cute. He let Blake shyly admit that he'd never been to a strip club without a word. He let Blake panic about not having his phone on him, and then proceeded to freak out looking for it and thinking up the worst case scenario. And then he got all flustered, and Godric couldn't hold in the giggles anymore.
"Blake!" he yelled, to get his attention. "Seriously, mate, calm down. I've got my phone in case of emergency. Hope will have to do without you tonight. I'm sure nothing will go wrong, and even if it did, someone will assume you're with me. Where else would you be?" It was cute how much he worried, though. Hope was so damn lucky. "I'm not going to drink much tonight, so I'll be fine to drive. And if I were too far gone, you can drive us home. I promised Hope that I would not let any dancers molest you, and I assume you will not molest them either. And I have no plans of molestation with you, so unless there's some other crisis you can think of... calm thyself." He reached over and patted Blake's knee, then took hold of the wheel again. "We're just having fun tonight, alright?"
Slightly outside of Danvers, in Peabody, Godric pulled into a parking lot behind a classy brick building. "Okay," he said, nervously. He hadn't been to a place like this in ages. The sign above the back door blazed in the night- Golden Banana.
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Blake tried not to flinch when Godric touched his knee, biting down on his lip and staring straight ahead. The feel of his hand was enough to send every good intention out of the window. Godric had managed to calm him down slightly over the panic and sense of loss after realising he was without a phone. But it still didn't make his anxiety for the evening's coming events any less of a problem. When Godric pulled up behind the place, Blake took a deep breath. His friend's playful mood was certainly helping matters, at least easing them, but seriously, a strip club? What if they went in and both got boners? THAT would be awkward...
The moment he saw the name of the place however he practically turned around to leave. "Hell no," he said, walking away and shaking his head. "I am not going into a place called that."
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Ever faster than his friend, Godric grabbed Blake by the shoulders, spinning him back around. "Yes you are!" he retorted. Getting face to face with Blake (which looked a little silly, what with him being shorter and all), his voice was stern and his mind was made up. "You're going in there," he informed his friend. "Alright, I admit the name is a little... strange. But I made sure it was actually a strip club and not a gay bar like I'd thought when I googled for clubs near here. So we're going inside and we're having a good time, and you will have great stories to tell Hope, like how she is way hotter than anyone in here." He released Blake, coming down from Teacher Mode. "You need to experience this," he said frankly. "And I want to go. And I want you with me, because nothing is sadder than a lonely bloke at a table in a strip club. So... please, Blake. Come in with me."
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How could he possibly resist against mister pouty? The way Godric was pleading with him to go in and experience his... club with him. Yes, the fact face to face was... a little off balance probably helped, but if there was one way to get Blake Elliot to do something, it was to look like a puppy and say you didn't want to do it alone. That, and be a hot vampire Blake wanted to fuck... NO. Godric was his best friend, best best best friend, no thoughts of that nature! Not at all.
With a resigned sigh, it was soon clear Blake had given in. "Fine. I will come in for ONE HOUR but if you so much as fidget uncomfortably in your seat near a hot girl I am out of there because I am not sitting next to you with a hard-on..."
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Godric frowned at Blake. "Honestly, man, only perverts get boners at strip clubs. I don't know what you think goes on in there, but I promise I'm not going to be screwing a dancer in the middle of the floor with you right there. All I ask is you give it a chance. If, in one hour, you really hate it, we'll go." Starting toward the door, a slight spring in his step, Godric turned back to face Blake, still walking. "You're drinking a beer though!" he called to him.
The inside of the club was dark, much darker than Godric had imagined. Once their IDs were inspected (Godric's listed as Geoffrey White), they made their way out to the main area. There was a large center stage lit up in bulbs of every color, with a meaty blonde girl doing her best bend and snap in front of a row of patrons. She was topless. Godric scanned the room, surveying it. Two noticeable exits, mens room up the steps, two smaller side stages, eighteen two person tables, four of which unoccupied. Grabbing Blake by the hand, he weaved them through the crowd, aiming directly for the empty table farthest from the main stage. Of course it didn't occur to him until they sat down that grabbing Blake's hand was probably not smooth. Guy friends didn't hold hands. But instinct had taken over. Blake was new here, and he was nervous, and Godric didn't want him getting lost in the crowd and panicking. But trying to act like it was no big deal, he took a seat at the table, leaning back comfortably. He ordered two Sam Adams from the waitress, who swayed her hips as she walked away.
Leaning forward onto the table, Godric shouted to be heard over the roar of the music. "Just occurred to me... maybe I should've told Georgie where I was going tonight."
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Blake wasn't drinking a beer. He'd allow Godric to buy him one, even sip one, but he would not drink it. The taste was foul and he felt dirty afterwards. So no, no drinking that. It only served to make him an angry drunk and he couldn't afford that tonight. Blake's ID was Blake Elwood, an ID he'd got specifically for America. Once past security - he always got a little scared going past the guards - he breathed a sigh of relief. Until he saw the women. Big boobs, fake boobs, little boobs, all thrusting out at him whilst women gyrated and danced and stroked themselves... Blake didn't know where to look. He was in danger of becoming lost in his thoughts... but then Godric had his hand and suddenly he knew where he was, what was happening, how to act. He allowed himself to be lead by Godric to the table, not thinking of appearances at all despite their surroundings. The moment they were seated Blake leant back, stretched out his suit, tried to avoid staring... then Godric was leaning over and what he said made Blake frown.
"...You haven't told Georgette you're going to a strip club?" he shouted, but his attention was drawn by a woman bending close to his face, her breasts swinging.... "Jesus... uhm... drink, Godric, where's the drink..."
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It was unmanly to giggle. Godric did it anyway. Just the look on Blake's face, and how easily distracted he was by jiggling breasts . "Don't worry, drink's coming," he assured Blake. "Just like you'll be soon, if she keeps on you like that." Oh, he was gonna tease Blake like crazy. "I didn't tell Georgie because I totally forgot. I only got the idea early this morning, had to ask Hope if you'd be allowed, needed to find the place, print out directions... Besides, I really don't think she'd mind." It was entirely likely Georgette would want to come with them.
"Sit tight," he said, getting up. "I need to make change." He didn't like the notion of leaving Blake alone at the table, but what were they going to do, follow one another all night long? That'd be weird. Placing a twenty on the table, Godric leaned in to Blake, moving around the girl dancing for him. "That's for the waitress," he said, though he didn't know if Blake was paying attention or not. "Don't touch anything," he teased.
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"W...No..!" Blake was left with the woman rolling her hips infront of him and all he told himself was think of Hope, think of Hope... but that didn't help him at all. Never had he felt so self-conscious, letchy, leery... why did men like coming to these places? It was wrong - why did girls DANCE here? There were only a particular form of men who came, desperate men looking for live softcore porn and Blake wasn't one of those men. Did he have to tip this girl? Give her a dollar and then tell her to shoo, what? He was so completely lost...
Well she did have nice breasts - and she was quite sexy actually. An object of near perfection if only she was brown-eyed, brown-haired, with a little dip in her curves and a pouty mouth like Hope... shit. Now he was the one fidgeting. "Godric, come back for fucks sake," he muttered, offering a smile to the woman. What else did he bloody do?!
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Godric had been as quick as he could be, though the woman at the register sure was taking her sweet ass time. He kept glancing back at Blake, who looked torn between having a good time and slitting his own throat. Finally, fistful of ones, Godric returned to the table, slipping a few bucks into the woman's thong and jerking his head, indicating she should scram. He sat down, not sure if he should be apologetic or not.
The waitress appeared with drinks, was paid, and sauntered off. Godric sipped his drink, watching Blake. "You alright?" he asked.
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Blake glared at him. "At what point did you realise you should ask me that, the moment my head almost exploded from embarassment or how I almost disappeared under the table in relief that she'd gone?" Yes, he was a little bit peeved. Yes, he was a little bit angry... and he was almost having a heart attack too. "I feel awful. I feel like a letcherous dirty old man who has to leer at girls because he can't get his own well I HAVE my own, I have a gorgeous girl waiting for me and God knows why she allowed you to take me to this place. At least she doesn't have anything to worry about I hate it here!"
And with that, he picked up the glass, chugged down almost half of it, them made an awkward face as he swallowed it down.
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Godric was suprised at the hostility, and it showed. He knew Blake wasn't having the greatest time, but he hadn't expected actual anger. Leaning over the table so he didn't have to shout, Godric looked Blake in the eye. "You're too uptight about this," he said. "Hope knows you're here, and she knows what goes on in places like this. So feeling guilty about looking at other women is ridiculous. And it isn't lecherous or cheap. It's just fun, Blake. It doesn't mean anything. No one here is wondering what kind of pervert you are. The girls here love guys like you. You don't grab at them and make rude comments and try to get in their knickers, but you appreciate their beauty and find them appealing. Don't think for a moment that these girls here are innocent, and the patrons are stealing their innocence. Most strippers I knew loved the job because they loved the power they had over the customers."
Scooting his chair closer to Blake's, Godric leaned in close enough to speak in his ear. This wasn't exactly something he wanted shouted out loud. "I know you're very ruled by emotion," he said softly. "But emotion has nothing to do with this place. It's just nudity, Blake. They're not trying to seduce you or make you cheat on your wife. They just want to get paid, and the men here just want to have fun. So... try feeling things less, try not to assosciate these women with being daughters and friends and neighbors and just... be here. With me." He didn't want Blake to feel uncomfortable, but sometimes a little discomfort made a learning experience.
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Blake was ruled by emotion. Blake was also supressing the very constraining desire to jump out of the chair and run towards the nearest exit, simply because he'd lose face and let Godric down. He'd promised him an hour. And Godric was asking him to just be, and stay with him... "I'm not comfortable. I'm freaking out here," he admitted, watching another pair of tits fly past along with a sultry woman who eyed the both of them up. "It's all very well for you disassociate nudity with sex but I'm not like you. I'm not casual. I should only see a naked girl infront of me if we intend to have sex, I'm not.."
Shaking his head, he felt like a fool. "Have a good time, stare at the women, but I'm not... I'm not going to enjoy this."
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It had been a bad idea from moment one. He should've known that, but he'd been so desperate to find something, anything, that would take all focus off any desires they had for one another. What better way than to dump those desires elsewhere? But Blake simply didn't work that way. "Okay," he said, getting up from his chair. "Come on, then." He wasn't going to sit all night and let Blake squirm in misery, dodging the eyes of every woman in the place. Eventually a well-intentioned girl would approach him and offer a private dance, and Blake would just die right there at the table.
He didn't reach for Blake's hand this time. Hands in his dark wash jeans pockets, Godric walked directly to the door, assuming Blake was following him. To say he wasn't disappointed would have been a lie. But that wasn't it. Being around Blake made it glaringly obvious how much innocence Godric had lost, how jaded he'd become to things that should have been special. More than once Blake had called him an animal. How was he supposed to feel about that? Animals were stupid and primitive, relying only on basic instinct. That wasn't good no matter how you sliced it.
The outside air was cool, moreso then he'd remembered. "I'm sorry," he said, ears ringing from the loudness of the music inside. "This was stupid. I should've... well. Let's just go."
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Of course Blake couldn't dump his desires for Godric onto women. They didn't even look like Godric, move like him, smell like him... they weren't male! And their breasts should stay to themselves. It was quite clear a strip club was not a place for him and his old, traditional sensibilities. He was so relived when Godric told him they'd leave that he leapt up and followed close to his friend as they moved their way out of the club.
The moment they stepped outside Blake took a breath - a deep one - like he'd just resurfaced from the ocean. As the air hit his face, cooling him down, he felt horrendous. He felt like a failure, a complete and utter twat who couldn't even handle a woman dancing. Call himself a man? He had no testosterone. He had so stomach, no balls. He was a stupid excuse for a demon being - and Blake rubbed a hand over his face in sheer failure at himself. It was obvious he was crushed at his sheer inability to stomach nakedness.
"I'm sorry. I'm useless. I'm horrendous, and I'm no fun and I'm..." Blake looked like he was going to cry. "I don't want to ruin your night, let's just... just let's go to a NORMAL club, where normal clothed people are larking around... Have a drink, talk to each other. Be normal. Be us."
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Rounding on Blake, his face serious, Godric grabbed both sides of the man's head, pressing their foreheads together. "Stop it," he demanded simply, though his voice was harsh. "You're fun, and you're sweet, and you have a good sense of morals. And if you apologize to me one more time for simply being yourself, I'm going to tear your throat out." The rest wasn't said in the same heavy tone as the initial demand had been, but it didn't lack conviction. "So stop. Don't be sorry for who you are, what you like, what you can't do. I'm not going to apologize to you just because I don't have a pulse. I wouldn't want you to be sorry for anything you are. Understand?" Sometimes it was necessary to get into Teacher Mode on Blake, because no matter what Godric told him, he would never believe he was good enough.
Releasing Blake, walking further into the parking lot, Godric looked around the downtown area, thinking. If they were going to go to a normal club, and because Blake had asked to, they would, it needed to be someplace that they weren't going to be hanging around a bunch of twenty year olds. The whole point of this evening had been to do things they didn't normally do, because what they normally did wasn't really an option anymore. But maybe public would ease that problem.
"There," he said, pointing at a place a little ways down the road. A small, cube building simply called The Lounge. You could tell a lot about a place simply by its name, and this place looked older and classier than some club for young kids. "In the car," he directed, unlocking the doors. It wasn't a very long distance to the place, but Godric didn't want to risk having his car towed and being an hour away from home.
The lot to the place was fairly crowded, but they managed to find a spot. Getting into the door was very easy, as the doorman barely checked their IDs. It seemed more a legal formality than a rule. It was very clean in the place, comfortable lounge couches draped in deep purple velvet. It was fairly cowded, so Godric weaved through the people, finding a place along the wall near the dance floor. Leaning against it, he idly looked over the crowd. And eventually noticed a very big factor missing.
"Oh, shit..." he muttered.
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When Godric grabbed his face he almost thought he was going to get kissed - thankfully Godric refrained and Blake was free to digest the words that Ric was saying to him, only serving to make him well up and feel even more stupid because of how he was, and at Ric's little understand' all Blake could do was nod, blink, and swallow the lump which had formed in his throat after Ric's pep talk. He was a sweet bloke. A good man. A tender one, one who saw the best in Blake which he didn't ever see and he was right - Blake needed that teacher touch once in a while to make him wise up.
He'd have settled for a kiss, mind you.
The Lounge seemed nice. Classier, even. Blake didn't even notice the lack of females wandering around or the fact that they were playing vintage Madonna at horrendously loud volumes. He did not even notice the two guys giggling in a corner, nor the several pairs of eyes which followed the two friends into the club and along the wall. Blake was so blind he didn't even notice the dancing - if you could call it dancing - on the floor. It was only when Godric's eyes almost shot out of his head like a cartoon vampire that Blake took a good look around, saw the fact that there were men grinding against men - and laughed.
"HA! Of all the places, Ric," he snorted, actually quite okay with this turn of events because, well... it was just funny. "If you wanted to get me into a gay bar, y'know..."
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"Are you fucking kidding me??"
No. This was impossible. How the hell had he managed to locate a gay bar from half a mile away??? It was like he was cursed! But at the same time... this was really funny. What were the odds of this? "Jesus," he said, giving Blake a playful shove. "This was an accident. And I kind of want to go..." But Blake looked comfortable here. He looked happier. So with a reluctant sigh, Godric leaned back against the wall, smiling a little. "Nah. We'll stay. It's good to step outside your comfort zone every once in awhile." Crossing his arms, he scanned the room. The music was awful, but otherwise it wasn't too bad. "If you think you're getting me to dance, though, you're out of your damn mind."
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Blake was actually wiggling a little to the music. Classic Madonna! Who didn't like classical Madonna?... well possibly Godric who obviously wasn't willing to dance even before he told Blake. Blake however met this, he allowed his mouth to curl into a smirk, seeing this as a challenge. Suddenly his eyes glinted. He had won a little battle, here - Godric was willing to stay despite the male show of affection, and at least it wasn't like the guys were walking around naked wiggling their cocks in your face for a few dollars. "Then I'm out of my mind," he said simply, and grabbed Godric's hand.
This was better. A place where you werent expected to hit on girls, or slip money into their underwear, or gawp, or look cool to try and impress, or worry someone's boyfriend would kick you for 'lookin at their girl'. Blake dragged Godric onto the dancefloor and began to sway. "Come on, fogey, loosen up!" he bellowed, strutting his...well, stuff, to Like A Virgin and singing along at the top of his voice. Blake was not gay. But he did love Madonna.... and that was damning enough for many women.
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"No!" he protested, but he was being dragged out onto the floor anyway. "Georgie can attest that I'm an awful dancer!" Suddenly he was aware than people were watching him, and looking at him and Blake as though they were a couple. Blushing furiously, Godric looked down at the floor. God, he didn't know how to dance, especially to pop music. Glancing around, trying to get an idea for what he should be doing, he quickly averted his eyes to the floor again. Everyone around him was gyrating and grinding against one another, some of them looking like they were engaging in foreplay.
"I am not doing this," he said, standing there, mortified that Blake was enjoying himself so much. "You look ridiculous," he laughed. "Honestly, are you sure you're not gay?" If anyone could see Blake right now, even Hope, they would definitely wonder. But fuck, Blake looked so damn cute shaking himself on the floor. Godric watched him, arms crossed, reluctantly smiling.
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Blake didn't care. Let everyone think he was gay it'd be their disappointment when they found out he was taken!... Shit. Why was he more confident in gay bars than strip joints? Maybe it was women that made him nervous. He liked fucking around and teasing with guys, not romance. Women were like treasures that had to be respected, admired. Guys? Hell no. And judging by the crowd they were dancing amongst (or at least Blake was) they didn't need romance before getting their rocks off.
"I don't look ridiculous. You do cause you're not dancing. You're sticking out like a sore thumb," Blake chided him, a grin on his face. He reached out and grabbed Ric's hands, goading him to move. "Georgie isn't here. Nobody cares if you're shit. Just dance for fuck's sake it's not musical statues. Come on!" And to prove his point he moved towards Godric poking him in the sides. "Loosen up... two words I never thought I'd say to you."
A flash of a carefree smile and again Blake was dancing, singing along loudly.
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It was a little strange how in his element Blake was. The gay men around him seemed to think Blake was adorable. They smiled at him, some of them winking at Godric to let him know how lucky he was. God... Though he could certainly do worse than Blake.
Dancing made him feel self-conscious. Despite how apparently sexual he was, for some reason he was not comfortable enough in his body for dancing. But Blake was right, he did look out of place just standing there. That is, until Blake poked him in the sides, making him squirm. His fangs immediately clamped down on the inside of his lower lip to keep himself from shrieking. "Stop that," he hissed. Blake knew that he screamed like a little girl when he was tickled, and he really didn't want to do it in public. But he didn't want to dance, either. So he needed a new plan, or Blake was going to make him giggle like a seven year old girl. Looking around to see what other couples were doing, he finally came up with something.
Grabbing hold of Blake's hips firmly, he pulled the man close to him, their pelvises together. Trying not to feel awkward or aroused, he slid his hands around Blake's body, settling them on his lower back. Now if Blake moved, they both moved. Of course, now they were too close to look at one another, so Godric had to settle with keeping his head close to Blake's cheek. "You told me to dance," he reminded Blake. "This is grinding. It's dancing. Happy?"
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Blake knew he screamed like a little girl and that was the point. Just get him moving, find something more embarrassing he could be doing here than dancing. Screaming like a girl was a perfect example of this and he thought he'd won when Godric stepped forward - but then Blake's pelvis was moved against Godric's and Blake almost froze. His hands were going around Blake's body leaving the demon speechless, motionless and short of breath. This was... unexpected. And so very glorious a feeling.
There was no question Godric could feel Blake's heart being the fastest it had ever beaten in his life. The music almost faded with Godric this close... this wasn't dancing, this was like a bloody dream and Blake was going to wake up from this horrible scenario. This wasn't dancing it was... well yes it was grinding, and Blake almost didn't move again until he realised he'd have to. Several pairs of eyes glanced across them and suddenly Blake felt oh so very sexy.
"Uhm..." Breathing quickly, he tilted his head against Godric's slightly, not saying a thing. He could only smell the man next to him, the reminder of Monday night flooding back. Only now they were in a gay club, surrounded in an unnatural place, and Blake's temptation was literally in his lap. All he could do was graze his cheek against him and wish that the song would end soon.
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It was kind of like reading a book, dancing with Blake. First chapter, his heart rate shot up. Godric could almost feel it beating out of the man's riibcage. Chapter two, his body froze. Then came the wave of emotions pouring off him, the juicy center of the book you tore through to find out what happened at the end. Lust, nerves, confusion, confidence. They hit Godric like a bear hug. Then Blake's body began moving again, slowly, tentatively. It lacked the vigor it'd had moments ago, though what it lacked in energy it made up in heat. Godric was starting to realize that this was probably the worst idea he'd had all night.
It felt like a dream. They would never had ended up here, in this place, in this club, in this circumstance. It was like they were magnetic to one another, always destined to end up stuck on one another. Only this time, it was too far. This time they couldn't say it was a mistake, that it was just the alcohol and the time and it would never happen again. It was happening all the time. It was very dangerously close to happening now. Blake's cheek brushed his against Godric's. Madonna was still singing.
"You're being watched," he whispered, having been looking at the people around them to think about something- anything- aside from his thigh resting between Blake's legs. "The one in the vest keeps looking at your ass. I think you've got a real shot with him."
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Blake's eyes were closed. He didn't want to see, didn't need to, he only wanted to feel. In the darkness of the club it was almost as if Godric had a temperature, the vibration of the music as his heatbeat. For a moment, Blake was lost in his own fantasy and there was nothing to excuse him from it. He slid his hands around Godric's waist, like Ric had him, just to feel closer to him. This was bad. A bad idea. A bad situation. But it still felt damn good. How had one curious kiss lead to this fucked up mess?
Ric's voice only served to break him from his reverie slightly. He didn't open his eyes, just nuzzled a little closer. "I don't want a shot with him," he said simply, seriously. Undertones practically screamed that he wanted a shot with Ric instead, that he'd give anything... Blake pulled away from Godric slowly, the initial shock of having him near ebbing away enough so that Blake could actually breathe and think at the same time. Looking at Ric seriously, he then glanced at the bar.
"I need a drink. You? I'll... get you one..."
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Pulling Blake back against his body, he kissed his mouth, hard.
The brain took a moment longer to process what the body was doing, and even when it caught up it could not make sense of how they'd gone from point A the point B. It might have been the overload of emotion, Blake's on top of his own, both sets aching for this. It might have been the place. Strangely, they were safe here. No one knew them, no one knew about Hope and Georgie and rumors and consequences. Here they were just two men, presumeably gay, dancing in a bar and kissing on the dance floor. In this place they could forget the outside world and do what they wanted.
Hands shaking, Godric tried to pull himself away. He couldn't. He didn't really want to. Blake smelled so perfect and his body was warm, something Georgie's could never be. His heart was thudding enough to vibrate Godric's chest, so it almost seemed he had a heartbeat, too. Blake's mouth was hot and soft and he already knew what it could do.
"I'm sorry," he whispered against Blake's lips, though he didn't stop kissing him. And he was sorry. This was ruining everything, this was killing their friendship. But he wasn't stopping unless Blake told him to.
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Blake was never going to tel Ric to stop. Didn't matter how sorry Ric said it was it didn't make a scrap of difference. Blake's only reason for wanting to go to the bar had been to get some drinks so they could pass off the inevitable snog at some point in the evening as one being of drunken intent. Somehow, knowing Godric was sober and kissing him, not only kissing but doing so with fierce abandon in public, was all the better and Blake responded in a more than positive way.
"Shut up," he told him, running fingers through his hair, inching their bodies even closer and just roaming his hands around him. Tongues lashed together, lips grazing. The sheer need was enough to make him explode, need that he'd never experienced before. It was a rush, and addictive, and if they didn't stop doing this all night Blake wouldn't give a fuck. He was panting through his nose, humming and moaning into Ric's mouth, generally losing himself. He was handing his sanity and self-will over to Godric on a silver platter and basically telling him he was his tonight.
It might have been ruining everything but at the moment.. it was fucking worth it. Blake shoved his hips against Godric wanting to feel more. If only there were a better way to get to him, to touch him. The wall was several feet away, he'd need to see, but he didn't want to stop and sweet Jesus... Ric was good.
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Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Blake had told him to shut up. Which meant Blake wanted this. Which was exactly what he'd wanted. His hands roamed Blake's body, grabbing at the flesh. His fingers slipped under Blake's shirt, the skin smooth and warm. They needed to get off this floor right the hell now or the entire place was going to get the best show of their lives.
Breaking apart for a minute, Godric grabbed Blake's hands and pulled him back to the wall, slamming his own back against it and pulling Blake close again, attacking him with his mouth. His lips moved over Blake's neck, kissing and biting frantically. Running his hands up Blake's back, Godric ran a hand through his hair, tugging it sharply. He wanted to bite Blake so fuckin badly, sink his teeth into his skin, taste him completely. But he wouldn't, for more than two reasons.
"We have to leave," he whispered in Blake's ear. It was imperitive they get out of here, before things got out of hand. They were already out of hand, but this was the beginnings of a porno. But he didn't know if he could make himself go, not now. Blake's body was hard and soft and it smelled intoxicating. He couldn't stop kissing him, touching him... craving him.
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Leave... yes... somewhere in the back of Blake's head a little green light went off that said yes, that was preferrable to actually staying in this club and getting each other off right by the stage where everyone could see. Anonymity or not, it was still a step in the wrong direction if they wanted to share a much-needed private moment infront of a crowd of horny gay people. Which to an extent, they were too.
The mere thought of having to pull away, though, to move and leave Godric's mouth even for a second. That was too hard to bear. At the moment it was good, Ric was good, with his fangs raking down Blake's neck and his hands roaming everywhere without a damn care in the world. It was safe to say Blake was turned on, and if they were to walk anywhere he'd need to do so carefully. His jeans were incredibly, hopelessly tight and though he was finding it hard to breath with the lack of air in this place, he was tempted to continue.
"Mmm yeah," he agreed finally, one last curl of the tongue in Ric's mouth before he leant off, grabbed Ric's hand, and barged past the men on the dancefloor to drag Godric outside.
---
Godric did not know what was worse- kissing his best friend in a gay club, being cheered as they made their way to the exit, or the idea that he was probably going to fuck him in the parking lot.
As soon as the night air hit them they were a tangle of limbs again, despite the line of people waiting to come inside. Godric took Blake's hand firmly, pulling him across the parking lot, stopping every few feet to steal a kiss. There was a constant stream of negativity barraging Godric's brain, a news ticker running through his every thoughts. This was bad, this was wrong, think of Hope, of Georgie, of himself, of Blake. Fuck, he couldn't stop thinking of Blake.
They hit the car, still kissing. Godric had Blake pinned to the side, kissing all over his neck and ears, his hands lifting his shirt. God, he was aching for Blake, longing to touch him, taste him. "I heard you and Hope last night," he whispered. "I heard your voice... I wanted to be there, be the one making you... God, you were so fucking sexy." He bit Blake's neck, not hard enough to draw blood, but close. "Mmmmm," he moaned loudly. "I want to touch you. I want... I've never wanted anything this badly. Fuck, Blake." He pressed his hand to Blake's chest, right over his heart. It thumped against his hand, and he smiled.
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Being pinned against the car was a novel experience, and not simply because Godric was the one doing it. The moment Ric's fangs pushed against his skin Blake had a reaction - he groaned, hips shifting forwards against Godric's as the sensation of lust and general need flowed through him. He wanted Ric to pierce him, to drink him but as soon as the bite had come it had also gone.
The fact Ric had heard Blake and Hope made the demon smile. They'd been hot last night... shit... Hope entered his head for the first time since Ric had started kissing him and suddenly she had taken root. It still wasn't enough to make Blake tear away from Ric, to make him stop and shy away. He rubbed his hard groin against Ric's, just needing to feel some sort of friction, ease the tension that was there. He was almost banging his head back against the car it was driving him completely fucking crazy and he couldn't get a hold of himself. He was simply lost in lust. Because this was all this was, right? Lust.
"I fucked her loud for you," he admitted, writhing underneath him and pressing his forehead against Ric's. "I wanted you to hear, I wanted to show off, to make you feel how I felt that night with you and Georgie... shit... fuck Godric if you don't do something now.... I'm gonna wise up, I'm going to wise up to this, and then it'll be gone because we can't... shit..."
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Blake was not a dirty talker. The man couldn't even look at naked breasts without getting embarassed and flustered. So hearing him talk this way, so candid and intense, Godric got chills down his spine. He'd had a feeling that that was the real reason behind the exaggerated moans, the yelling. And it turned him on so fucking much he thought he was going to explode right there.
It was better to let this go now. They'd already done so much damage, hurt people. All Godric needed was for Blake to say no, to tell him to stop. But that was the exact opposite of what Blake said. He could hear the desperation in the other man's voice, the need and desire and pure lust.
Without a second thought, Godric dropped to his knees on the pavement. It wasn't even a struggle getting Blake's belt undone, his jeans unbuttoned and the zipper down. The only tricky part was pushing the jeans down on his slim hips, but even that was barely incidental. Godric took him in his mouth, all of it, relishing the feel. He'd lost his gag reflex when he'd lost his ability to digest and breathe. This was the center of Blake's scent, the most concentrated form of it. Godirc closed his eyes, focusing his attention on his mouth. This wasn't what he'd expected this to be like. It wasn't bad, not at all. It was satisfying. Just as when he would taste a woman, and her hips would rise uncontrollably, so too was this satisfying, feeling the whole of someone in his mouth. He was filled with it, filled with flesh and scent and flavor. He moaned against the shaft, his tongue swirling around it. Both his hands were on Blake's hips, holding tightly. His fingers dug into the skin.
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First Godric was at his neck - now Blake blinked and he'd disappeared. "What the f..." seeing Ric on his knees, feeling the zip of his fly slip down... "Oh Jesus.... oh jesus Ric no... you ca..." But that was all that he managed to get out of his mouth because Ric was taking Blake in his mouth and Blake felt his ass clench, his head fall back and his shoulders move forawrd instinctively. Hope hadn't even... shit, Hope... but oh Godric, he'd never even... not with a guy, never...
Blake was pinned to the car still, and as he looked down he had to whimper both at the sensation and the sight. Never in a million years would he have expected Godric Witt, Pofessor of shitloads of lessons, to be on his knees in the parking lot sucking him off. But he was doing so effortlessly, bobbing his head, swirling his tongue, it didn't matter that it wasn't filled with heat. Blake was hot enough all over for the both of them and he was getting weak at the knees. Explosions were going behind his eyes, emotions mixed. He couldn't believe Ric was doing this, his mouth, his MOUTH for fuck's sake!
"Ohhhh fuck Godric.." he moaned, sliding a hand into Ric's hair and twisting it gently. "Ohhh god you can't... so fucking... fuck I'm gonna..." He didn't want to. But he would, if Ric didn't stop doing this, and Blake was torn in two completely.
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In as few as three weeks ago, you could not have convinced Godric he would be right here right now. He could not have imagined it. How had he gone from lonely, quiet, almost prudish professor to raging sexual deviant who blew guys in parking lots? The transformation was staggering.
There was no way in hell he was stopping. Blake could protest, caution, moan all he wanted. Godric had not come this far not to see this through. He wanted to taste Blake, taste all of him. He knew that he couldn't bite him, it would leave a mark. Though he might do it anyway, because right now he was so aroused he couldn't even think straight. All he could focus on was Blake's scent and the hard cock in his mouth, and how it was starting to pulse and twitch, and he wanted to swallow every drop of Blake's cum. He dragged the orgasm out as long as he could, still sucking and teasing even after Blake filled his mouth, after he'd drank it all. Only downside was that semen was not delicious, period. He wasn't complaining, though.
Before Blake could steady himself, before he could take a breath, Godric was back on his feet, going right for Blake's throat. His fangs pierced the skin, blood pouring out. Godric's tongue lapped at it, draining Blake. Oh, fuck. Blake tasted like copper pennies, like the scent of dandelions. It was rich and sweet, almost innocent. His hands ran through Blake's hair, down his neck, across his back. He knew when to stop, having drained many people before. But he never wanted to.
Pulling away, kissing across Blake's neck, Godric's own erection was straining for release. He pressed his groin against Blake, growling hungrily.
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Somewhere in Blake's head there was a little voice of reason which popped up now and again in protest. Right now, this little voice was screaming merry hell and waving white flags, blowtorches, anything to get Blake's attention but he wasn't having it. He didn't even know it was there. All Blake could do was moan with every movement Godric made around him, his knees weakening with every moment that passed by; all that mattered was Ric's mouth, the ending he was drawing near, and Blake's fingers gripped through Godric's hair tightly. "Ugh fuck..." he growled - a shiver shot down his spine and Blake came, releasing into Ric's mouth and holy shit fuck...
Suddenly he felt the coldness of the night air around him, his hot yet wet cock exposed for all the world to see as Godric was back up infront of him and -
"AGH shit..!" Blake's initial expletive was lost to futher moans as Godric's fangs sank deep into his skin. This was freaky. This was bad, so why did it feel so damn good? Not just good, good in that kinky way that made you feel so very wrong in all the best possible ways. The weakening of the knees came into play again, Blake sliding down against the car as he felt his blood pulsing to Godric's lips - the same lips that had been around him a few moments ago, that same tongue lapping up a different taste. Once again Ric was gone too soon after he'd started, leaving Blake even more delirious and shaky than he had been before. He pressed his forehead against Ric if only for stability, panting against him. Oh yes he could feel that, waiting to be satisfied. Blake would do his best.
First he slid a hand down underneath Ric's belt, and futher until he had Ric's erection in his hand. He needed to buy some time whilst the blood rushed to other places, whilst it settled down and didn't make him feel so goddamn dizzy, and so Blake began to stroke him softly, gingerly, humming at the feel of what he'd done to this vampire.
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Godric should've asked, or at least indicated that he was going to feed on Blake. But he didn't know he was going to until he was. Blake had a way of numbing his brain, making him act only on impulse. There were so many tastes to him, every inch of his body its own uniqueness. Godric was sampling all of them. Hearing Blake cry out only intensified his need to need to bite him, dominate him, claim him. He was leaving his mark on the demon, a lasting impression, and taking the very essence of his life.
He let out a low moan as Blake wrapped his hands around his member. Fuck, Blake had a firm grip. He pulled Blake closer, licking residual blood from his neck. He knew being drained left people weak, so he was holding Blake as much as he was holding him up. He could feel Blake slipping, his body sagging low against the car. "Blake," he whispered, voice low and husky, "you're fucking incredible. The way you feel... the way you taste... I can't even think straight around you." Blake made him hunger for everything- sex, blood, heat. Blake's short breaths against his neck was driving him insane. Growling in the back of his throat, Godric pressed himself harder against Blake's hand. He needed release or he was going to lose his mind.
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Blake couldn't form a reply he could barely even think. The way Godric was pushing himself further into Blake's hand, the way that he was speaking to him... though he felt weak he was determined to get Ric off by any way necessary. He would have dropped to his knees, given Godric the same pleasure he'd given Blake, but he coldn't. The combination of both climax and the bite against his neck was far too draining, and it was taking all his strength just to stroke and knead at Godric's cock. Finally, he managed to open his eyes and looked him directly in the eyes.
"I want you to come," he said simply, breathing heavily and using all he had to keep himself from dropping. Godric was the incredible one, the sexy one, the gorgeous and hot and primitive... "I want you to come into my hand. I want me to be the one who gets you off, I want you to feel helpless like I did..." A squeeze, followed by faster strokes. "I want you to... god I want you..." Blake cut himself off by devouring Godric's mouth. When he came, Blake wanted him to moan into his mouth, he longed to feel Godric in his most vulnerable moments and know, just KNOW that he had made him become weak... his free hand gripped at the back of Godric's head, curling his fingers into his hair.
---
Hearing Blake speak was almost enough to get him off right there, and the kiss was almost too much to handle. Godric knew his mouth still tasted of blood and semen, so he'd been avoiding kissing Blake. Most people might not mind the taste of their own cum, and fewer were not bothered by their own blood. But mixing the two was a rarity. Blake didn't seem to mind, though, so Godric returned the kiss full force. His tongue explored Blake's mouth desperately. Blake's fingers in his hair sent chills throughout him, bringing on his climax faster than he'd expected. The firmness of Blake's hand around his cock, the heat of his body pressed against him, the hot wetness of his mouth... Godric was done. He came into Blake's hand, hard and loud.
"Mmm, oh, fuck, Blake!" he cried into his mouth, a low growls following immediately afterward. It felt like a neverending wave, his whole body was shaking and growing weaker every second. He clung to Blake, letting his body ride it out before he could calm down again. He didn't think it ever would.
Spent, exhausted, mind finally shutting down, Godric leaned his forehead against Blake's, winding down. "Fuck," he said breathlessly. Now he was thinking again, and that barrage of guilt was taking over. "Fuck," he said again, the word sounding totally different this time. They were in deep trouble now.
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The hand which had curled around Godric's hair now moved to cup his face as Blake panted against him. His eyes were closed until he heard Ric's voice, soft and cursing. He found his gaze locking with Ric's, heavy lidded and lustful... ad then he realised...
"Fuck." His tone mirrored Godric's and he squeezed his eyes shut. He felt like crying - imagining Hope at home thinking they were having a good time and not realising the seriousness of the whole situation. Not imagining for a second that Blake, the one who had told her he was madly in love with her, was locking lips with his best friend in the open air whilst getting sucked before giving him a hand job. Not generally a normal guys' night out. But they were not normal guys.
"What are we going to do?" Blake's voice was timid, the after effects of his blood being suckeled from his body by Ric. He had no sense of where they were, not really, and he felt sort of drunk without having any alcohol. It was clear by looking at his face that Blake was completely torn up inside.
---
It was obvious who had to be stronger here. Blake was a mess, both literally and emotionally. Godric allowed himself one last second of closenmess, one last bit to remember, before pulling away from Blake, standing upright. He grabbed the demon's shoulders, squaring him up. "We're going home," he said sternly. "We're getting in the car, I'm driving us home, and... " And after that, he didn't know what. "And you're going to talk to Hope," he said at last. "You'll have a shower, get changed. Then you'll talk to her. I don't care that it's going to be one in the morning. You're going to her room, tell her what happened, tell her you love her, and pray for the best."
That hadn't been what he wanted to say. What he'd wanted to say was that they were going to act like tonight never happened, they were going to go home and go to bed and if anyone asked what they did tonight, they were going to lie. Lie like hell. But that would never have worked, and burying secrets underneath more secrets was just going to make things worse. Which meant Godric was going to have to talk to Georgette as well. Shit.
He stepped away from Blake. He had to stay calm, collected. Acting on emotion had only led to disaster. Smoothing his shirt out, adjusting his jeans, Godric forced himself to relax. "Get in the Prius," he said tonelessly.
---
Blake almost sobbed at the thought of telling Hope but Ric was right. If he didn't tell Hope the truth he'd be basing their relationship on lies but he didn't think he could wait. He'd have to be honest right from the off, and as he felt a wave of mixed emotions engulf him, he found himself almost collapsing into the Prius. He was delirious, weak, and so very ashamed of himself. The way Godric was acting was cold, harsh and so detached that he couldn't help but take it to heart.
Once Godric was inside, Blake leant his head on the window, staring out of it at the passing city as they headed back to their reality. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, almost a whisper, trembling slightly as he refused to turn and look at him. it had been a horrible evening... well no, not horrible, amazing, wrong, amazingly wrong... but he would pay for it. The thought of things to come were too much for him to think of but the blood Godric had drained from him was making him feel dizzy.
"Sorry." The last word before Blake passed out cold against the window.
---
Godric knew that Blake would not take his new icyness well, but he needed to detach himself from the situation so he could get them home alive. Otherwise he would just panic the whole ride home. He was going to tell Blake not to be sorry, that it wasn't his fault, but Blake didn't even look like he was there anymore. He looked far off, gone. And then he was out cold.
It was an hours' drive back to the school, and Godric did it in silence. The radio remained off, as his thoughts would've drowned it out anyway. Cissy was going to be furious with him. Georgie was probably going to kick him out her door and never look back at him. Hope was the worst of it, though. Hope was going to be livid, and she had every right to be. This might be the end for Hope and Blake, though Godric didn't want to think about that. Looking over at Blake, he realized this would probably be the last time they saw one another. If Hope ever forgave Blake, she would not want him anywhere near Godric. And Blake would go along with it because he was in love with her, and Hope meant everything to him. He'd do anything not to lose her. So this was how it would end, driving home, Blake asleep beside him. Was it worth it? He didn't know how to answer that. There was a lot of turmoil ahead, and it could have been very easily prevented. But would he have gone back and changed the evening?
No. He wasn't ashamed of it, just the havoc it would cause. But he would do it again in a heartbeat.