4. Remy Gone Wild

The music was loud, the light works were robust, and the crowd was insane. I was in my element, grinding my body against Marx who was laughing freely as we enjoyed the night.

We went out whenever we had the same night off, and tonight is one of them. The rave party was a last-minute change of plan. And with the whole Jed pimping me out, I needed the distraction, badly.

The Daniels didn't have plans for me, so I was free and I intend to enjoy the time I have and dance the night away. I have been with them for over a week now, they were nice enough, and aside from feeling like a kept man I didn't have any issues with them, sexually. They were better than Jed, naughtier, but they were not rough, not like Jed rough. So I was cool with the arrangement, for the time being.

"This is soooo fucking cool!" I yelled at Marx who practically squeaked like a girl when the glitter bomb burst and people jumped wildly in tune with the mixed electronic music, the beats were wild and the drugs were flowing like candies.

"Ha! you're soooo fucking high!" Marx squealed in excitement.

"Am not!"

"Am too!" Marx laughed but kept on moving to the beat of the rhythm, hands swinging above his head, hips shaking, head bopping to the feel of the EDM. Yep, he was tripping and I was smiling after gulping down my bottled water.

"Come on, we need to keep hydrated." I grab his wrist and pull him toward the makeshift bar area.

"Best rave ever!"

I laughed and told him to slow down and passed him the bottled water after slipping the bartender some bills. The man winked at me letting his intention known and I shook my head giving him my amused expression then grab Marx back to the dance floor.

"That guy was checking you out." Marx pointed out the obvious and I twirled the twink, not wanting to deal with the attention. Tonight was going to be about having fun with Marx, about dancing till our legs felt like they were going to fall off, laughing and screaming till our throats were as dry as the Sahara.

The music was a non-stop craziness, the crowd was explosive. People were having such a good fucking time. Well, they were surely some wild hands and even a wilder show of body parts. Marx and I were feasting our eyes on the exhibitionists. Yep, we've mastered voyeurism to perfection where Marx and I kept on dancing and kept ourselves from drooling over the display of hotness and lust.

It was well after three in the morning when I decided to go home, Marx was tipsy and I was horny as hell. I needed to get back to the apartment and sleep it off before something bad happen.

"Come on, dancing queen, I'll drop you off at your place." I have to blink a couple of times before my eyes can focus on the ride app. Miraculously, somehow I managed to order the ride and we waited with everyone else who was more or less in the same condition as us.

"You can crash at mine, I think Jed can manage to be without you for one night." Marx swayed a little, but I didn't reply because I didn't tell Marx about the Daniels. Instead, I kept on drinking my bottled water. I shouldn't have taken the last vodka shot, I know I was going to be hungover tomorrow... I mean when I wake up in a couple of hours. Damn...

The car arrived and I pushed Marx into the backseat, he babbled about seeing Jed yesterday and saw him eyeing the new waiter. My work bestie told me to be careful with Jed.

"I'll be fine, Marx."

"Uh huh,"

When we arrived at Marx's apartment, he slipped out of the car and perfectly balances his drunken wobbly steps. I watched him until Marx was safely inside the building before I told the driver to continue to my place, which was Lance and Nash's. I thanked the guy and tipped him before I stumbled my way up to their unit.

The hallway was dark, but luckily I left my bedroom lights on making me able to slowly and surely while a bit drunkenly finally made it to my bedroom. I stripped to my briefs and sighed happily when my face touches the cool pillow. I twist and turn and groan when I realized that I was too horny to sleep.

"Remy,"

I sat up immediately and that was when I saw Nash. "O oh... Um... I thought we didn't have a schedule today,"

"We didn't, but my appointment got canceled. I texted you, and you didn't reply." He said looking amused at my boner. My hand instinctively covered it and that made Nash shake his head and I blushed then slowly uncovered my erection.

"I was out with Marx, we went to a rave."

"I can see that, I assumed you had some candies and drink some shots?" He asked, taking a seat next to me and putting his hand over my briefs, feeling hardening length. I moaned when he slipped through the waistband of my briefs, cupping my balls, aaand... he abruptly let me go making me whine like a brat.

"Take a quick shower, you smelled like a rave. Then come join me in the master bedroom, naked."

I got up, swayed, tipsy on my feet, feeling the uneven floor under my feet as I try to find my way to the bathroom. Nash finally took pity on me and helped me shower. The man undressed and stepped under the hot water with me and I let him wash me, rinse me thoroughly, and take extra time between my ass cheeks. He turned off the shower and reached for the lube, and made me face the wall.

"You're beautiful, Remy, your skin is so damn smooth." His words filled my blurry mind and I heard myself moan desperately. And when the tip of his dick pushed inside me, that was when I lost it and moan louder. Too fucking horny. He fucked me deeper, while his hand wrapped around my chest, holding me, and keeping me steady. I let out pathetic whimpering sounds, Nash grunted, and his knee forced my legs to part wider.

"Please,"

"That's it, beg for me, my little party slut,"

"Please, please, please...I need it hard, I'm your party slut, please..." I arched my back and pushed my ass back offering myself to him, needing more friction. His other hand was on my waist, his fingers dug deep into my hip. He was giving me what I wanted and I was offering him more. With no control over my lust, I climaxed easily, painting the shower wall with my cum. Nash groaned from behind me, thrusting deeper, filling me, telling me that he likes it when I was all horny for him.

"So, you like to go to parties and go wild?" He asked the moment he joins me naked under the cover after we were all clean and dry from the sexy shower.

"Sometimes," I slumped to the pillow feeling exhausted and relaxed at the same time.

"Hmm... I usually don't let my boys party a lot, but if it gets you all horny, pliant and needy, I think even Lance will let you go to raves."

Ten minutes later, Nash pulled me onto his body, to sit on him, and let him guide me down to kiss him. The man smirked when once again my dick was slowly getting hard. "I was bored, and Marx, my buddy from Zephyr told me about the rave. I tend to get horny when I drink and dance, uh...um and there might be some E involved.. then there were people watching."

"People watching?"

"Voyeurism."

"Hmm..." Nash smirked, trailing his fingers along the contour of my butt as he listens. "You like watching people rubbing bodies on the dance floor?"

"Well, yeah, but there's usually some couples who were freely making out, and even fucking, mmhm..." I was breathing heavily when he urged me to slowly move my hips. My ass grinds his groin and his hand was on the back of my neck, demanding deeper kisses.

"Ride me, show me how horny you are,"

Another round of sex later my limbs were like jelly and we dozed off until I woke up alone the next day.

Tears were slowly running down my cheeks, maybe it was the hangover. I didn't want to know the reason, though I did. I thought I could be something more, I still wish I could. Maybe someday.