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They're back at Citadel, this time for KJ's bachelor party. It's a modest affair, Logan having rented out one of the smaller bars, with a dozen employees hired to attend and the rest of the guests either employees on their own time or Club guests who are willing to abide by the party rules. Which mostly involve himself and KJ, neither of whom will be fucking or sucking anyone, although flirting and getting handsy is still on the table. There are tacky decorations, some games planned, naughty versions of regular party ones, and lots of food and free-flowing alcohol, with the reminder not to scene while intoxicated and get a drive home if needed. There's music, a floor cleared for dancing, servers dressed in strips of leather or latex and nothing else. All in all, it looks pretty damn good if Logan does think so himself.
KJ is all smiles, beside himself that Logan went to so much trouble. He plans to do this once and only once, so he's excited not to miss out on his bachelor party. He thanks a pretty girl in latex who brings him a mixed drink, then blinks in surprise at how strong the first sip is. It's going to be a hell of a night.
"Good?" Logan grins, happy the party seems to meet KJ's expectations so far. "We've got a suite upstairs whenever you want to crash," he points out, checking out the spread of food. "Eventually."
"Cool." KJ bumps Logan with his shoulder, and takes another sip of his drink. "Can I sit in your lap and make out with you? Or is it too early in the evening for that?"
"It's your bachelor party," Logan says, taking KJ's hand and pulling him over to a table where he takes a seat. "You can do whatever you want."
"Awesome." KJ tosses back the last of his drink, wincing only a little at the sweetness. He straddles Logan's thighs and leans in to kiss his lover, arms around Logan's shoulders.
"Mm, you taste like your drink," Logan murmurs, sliding his hands down over KJ's back and ass, quickly oblivious to the rest of their guests.
Heading for the main bar, Ryan's hand in his, Sam pulls to a halt at the smaller room, reading over the sign on the door. "Bachelor party," he says, grinning at Ryan. "All welcome, limits on the husbands-to-be... party games... sounds like it could be fun..." They've got this single night away from their daughter Lisa and her nanny, on this family vacation to New Zealand, to get their freak on and this might be as good a place as any. Something a little less full-on than the main bar maybe. And probably amusing as hell.
"It's really open to everyone?" Ryan asks, reading over Sam's shoulder. He peeks inside at the bustling party. "All right, let's do it." He grins and squeezes his husband's hand.
KJ grinds gently against Logan, grinning wickedly. "This is so much fun," he says, trailing his fingers over Logan's shoulder. "No one gives a shit."
"What? That you're in my lap?" Logan grins, looking up at KJ, eyes only for his husband-to-be. His groin tightening. "You're right. They wouldn't care if you rode me right here." Which might be a suggestion, or not - it's KJ's party.
KJ shivers. "It's so early," he says under his breath, not wanting all these strangers to think he's arguing with his dominant.
"Then just keep making out with me," Logan murmurs back, hands on KJ's hips. "This is your night."
Grinning again, KJ melts onto Logan, cupping his fiancé's face as he kisses him.
"I reckon that's the happy couple," Ryan says to Sam with a nod towards the two men wrapped around each other in the center of the bar. "Should we go say congratulations?"
"Sure," Sam says with a smile, wondering if the couple will thank them for interrupting or not but he guesses it can't hurt to make themselves known. Ryan's hand in his, they make their way through the other guests, waiting until the two men are at least not sucking on each other's faces before he catches the eye of the guy sitting on the chair and nods a hello. "Hey. Are we right to assume you guys are the bachelors?"
Logan nods, recognizing the guy right off the bat. "I'm Logan and this is my fiance, KJ," he says, holding out a hand. "It's really his party as his sister held one for me."
"I'm Sam, and this is my boy, my husband, Ryan," Sam says, shaking Logan's hand.
KJ stares a little, star-struck, then nods hello at Sam. He gives Ryan a shy smile. "Thanks for joining us," he says, just loud enough to be heard over the music - classic Hendrix and Janis, for KJ - and adds, "We were kind of at a loss for guests. Citadel provided the answer."
"They do that," Ryan agrees with a smile. "Sometimes even when you don't know what you're looking for."
"When are you guys getting married?" Sam asks, ordering drinks for himself and Ryan from the passing server.
"After Christmas, here on a beach with KJ's family," Logan says. "We just finished a three month sailing trip, from L.A. to the tip of Chile, and we're headed back to L.A. after the new year but this way we don't have to fly everyone there."
"Wow," Ryan says, impressed by the scope of their holiday. "That sounds awesome. Did you do much hiking, inland?" he asks, then adds, "Oh, don't get up because of us," when he sees KJ clambering out of Logan's lap.
KJ shrugs, blushing a little as he gets to his feet. "Yeah, we did a lot of hiking, Machu Picchu, all that," he answers. "It was amazing." He's watching Ryan closely, wondering about his and Sam's relationship. How does Ryan balance being both Sam's boy as well as his husband? It's a quandary he's been puzzling over recently.
Logan stands as well, giving Sam a smile. "It was a lifelong dream of mine but it wouldn't have happened if I hadn't met this guy," he says, nudging KJ.
Sam chuckles, giving his husband's hand a squeeze. "Yeah, there's a lot of things I wouldn't have done if it weren't for Ryan."
"You think so?" Ryan asks, cocking his head. He smiles at his husband. "I don't know. You just needed proper motivation."
Grinning, KJ nudges Logan's shoulder back, and now he's blushing furiously.
"Is it time yet?" Harper asks Logan, stepping up and smiling at the other three men. She holds up the folded t-shirt and black fabric marker. "Or do you want a while more?"
"Nah, this is good," Logan says, taking the t-shirt and marker from their emcee/hostess and handing it to KJ. "He's going to need the time to get everything done."
"Oh, my," KJ says, reading the title (Bachelor Party Dares) and list of checkboxes on the shirt: chug two beers in a row; swap an item of clothing with someone; drink any three shots suggested by a random stranger; sing someone a love song; collect 5 items from strangers without stealing; get two hot guys (who are not together) to kiss each other; make out with a random stranger for 3 minutes; get a random stranger to give you a lapdance; and collect 30 signatures on the back of this t-shirt. "I'm supposed to do all this tonight?"
Ryan peeks over his shoulder. "Sam and I could kiss," he says, pointing out one of the items. "Or... does that not count?"
KJ lifts an eyebrow at Logan. "Do we care?"
Logan chuckles. "I'm fine with it," he says, suspecting that ticking a few of the boxes will involve some cheating.
"We're the two hot guys?" Sam questions, amused, checking out the list. He grins at Ryan and reels him in, kissing his husband thoroughly, tongue delving into his mouth.
Ryan moans softly and wraps his arms around Sam, the earth seeming to tilt beneath him the way it always does when Sam kisses him like that.
"Oh, my god," KJ whispers, back to staring. He glances at Logan with a raised eyebrow, then draws an X in the box with the thing about two hot guys kissing. Yeah, that'll do it.
Fuck. Oh my god is right. Logan's cock gives a very deliberate twitch at the sight of the men.
"Anything else we can help with?" Sam asks, grinning at them both.
"Um. I'm supposed to make out with a stranger for three minutes," KJ says, reviewing his checklist, his face heating.
Ryan grins. "I might be able to help you out with that," he says, looking first to Sam, then Logan, in question.
"I'm good with it if you are," Sam says to Logan, making sure they're not stepping on any toes.
"I'm very good with it," Logan nods, both to Sam and to KJ, happier with the idea of KJ making out with someone else's boy than some other dominant or 'single'.
"Okay." KJ takes a breath and faces Ryan. "I've never kissed anyone's husband before."
Ryan laughs. "It's practically the same," he assures KJ, recognizing the younger man's nerves. "And anyway, you're doing it for him, right?" He points to Logan, and KJ nods. "So make it good," he says, reaching out to put his hand on KJ's shoulder.
"Right," KJ says, chuckling self-consciously. He lays his hands on Ryan's waist and tentatively presses their lips together.
There's a part of Logan that wonders if he's going to feel jealous about seeing KJ make out with another man but those fears are laid to rest the moment KJ starts kissing Ryan. Simply put, it's hot as hell. And he knows there's no threat to their relationship which lets him relax and enjoy it, knowing KJ's doing this for him as Ryan said, for his pleasure.
"First time?" Sam asks, attention flickering between their boys and Logan.
Logan nods. "It's different putting it on a t-shirt than it is actually watching it," he murmurs, not wanting to disturb KJ and Ryan.
Sam chuckles. "Definitely but they're only doing it for us." Not that their partners aren't enjoying it for their own sakes but they wouldn't be doing it at all if not ordered to.
Ryan can feel how hesitant KJ is, so he slips a hand into his short hair and kisses the young man more deeply, slowly licking inside to taste him. Encouraging him.
A little shocked, KJ slips his arms around Ryan and angles his head. He's forgotten what it's like to be with anyone but Logan, but Ryan is a good kisser and not pushy. And damn, he's built, with a body KJ could've spent hours on in another life.
"I'm not sure about only," Logan murmurs, joking, mostly, glancing at Sam. Fuck. Both he and Ryan are hot as hell. And he can't help but wonder if they both fool around like this often.
Easing back, KJ looks into Ryan's eyes and asks, "Was that three minutes?"
Ryan snickers. "Yeah, I think so," he agrees, releasing KJ. Who picks up the Sharpie and ticks off another box on his shirt, then gives it to Ryan to sign. "Sam, too," Ryan says, handing off the shirt to his husband to be signed.
"Thanks for helping us out," Logan says, grinning at KJ, his boy pulled back in close against his side. "We really appreciate it," he adds, amused at thanking someone for making out with his lover.
"The pleasure was all mine," Ryan assures them both with a wink. KJ is adorable. Makes him feel old. "Congratulations again."
KJ grins at him, then glances back at his checklist. "Oh, fuck me. How many shots?" he jokes. "I should drink them before chugging two beers, right?"
"Make them Three Wise Mens," Sam suggests, eyes sparkling with mischief.
"...I'm guessing I don't even want to know," KJ says, blinking at Sam.
"Don't worry," Ryan assures him. "Sam has great ideas. Pretty much always. And I'll do one with you," he promises, signaling a scantily-clad serving boy.
In minutes the drinks appear, and Ryan salutes KJ and his fiancé. "To both of you. Be happy and healthy and good for each other."
KJ grins at Logan and knocks back his first shot.
Logan grins back, watching KJ for a moment before he downs his own. "Oh wow," he says, making a bit of a face at the burn. "What is that?"
Sam laughs. "Three different whiskies."
"That's efficient," KJ says with a cough. Wincing, he blows out a breath, then picks up a second shot from the full tray. "Here goes." He tosses it back, the liquor searing its way down his throat.
Logan chuckles and downs a second as well but he leaves the third on the tray. He's not exactly the designated driver since they're staying here tonight but he is the designated watcher, making sure KJ stays safe while getting drunk as a skunk. "One more," he says, handing KJ his third.
"Oh, god." KJ swallows hard, steeling his nerves, then takes the shot. He coughs and wipes a tear from his eye but triumphantly puts the empty shot glass back on the tray. "Okay," he says, consulting the t-shirt again. Unbuttoning his shirt - pale blue Hawaiian print on white - he looks around. Most of the guests are pretty involved in the party, strangers all, and he loves seeing it. A few people are actually watching him and Logan while nursing drinks and snacks of their own. "Who's got a shirt for me?" he asks, stripping to the waist.
A petite and curvy brunette nearby laughs and strips off her own baby tee, revealing a purple lace bra beneath. "Here you go!"
"Seriously?" KJ blinks but gamely tugs on the tight t-shirt, handing over his own. Her green shirt - Palimore Falcons! - barely reaches his navel and strains around his biceps. He's fairly certain he looks ridiculous, but at least no one's tried to put a tiara on him yet.
"I'm Charlotte," the brunette says, putting on his shirt but leaving it unbuttoned, the better to show off her generous cleavage. "And you're getting a lapdance." She splays a hand on his chest and walks him back into a chair, then climbs into his lap.
Logan takes a photo of KJ in the tee, laughing so hard he thinks he might actually sprain something, making sure not to get anyone else in the photo. Rules of Citadel. He blinks at the small brunette settling herself on his boy's lap but hey, he's the one who made the fucking t-shirt.
"You smell good," KJ manages to say, looking up - although not very far up - into Charlotte's face.
"Mmm. And you're delicious," she returns with a smile, bracing her hands on the back of his chair and rubbing her breasts against his chest.
Something about her - maybe it's the sheer ballsy confidence - makes KJ think that she must be an off-duty employee, and he tries to think about that rather than the way she rocks her hips against him in time to the pounding music. It's been a long time since he's been with a woman, and he'd nearly forgotten how much he loves boobs. It's impossible not to think about it now.
Logan goes to run a hand through his hair, shocked to find his still newly shorn scalp. He blows out a breath instead, frowning a little at the way the woman moves against his boy. Well aware of the bi side of KJ's sexuality. And his own. But in the last few years it seems to have taken a back seat to his interest in men, and now, in particular, in KJ. He stops a waiter though and asks about the woman, confirming she's an employee. Not entirely sure what he's going to do with that information, but at least he knows.
Charlotte smiles and licks at KJ's earlobe, pressing against his rising erection. And huskily asks, "Are you going to come for me?"
He bucks once, shocked, the words triggering something subconscious that he would really rather not deal with right now. "Lapdance is over," he decides, feeling a little floaty from the alcohol and a lot horny from the physical contact. He looks past her shoulder to Logan, grounding himself. "Got something you can spare?"
It's a couple minutes before he crosses the dance floor back to Logan, congratulating himself on having gotten out of the situation so smoothly. "Look what I got!" he says with a wide grin, holding up a small foil sachet. "Lube! My first of five items I've not stolen from a stranger."
"Good boy," Logan says, taking the sachet from KJ and reeling him in for a kiss. "How was your lapdance?"
"Interesting," KJ answers truthfully. He loops his arms around Logan's neck and rubs against his hip.
"Yeah?" Logan smiles and kisses KJ again, licking between his lips. "Did it make you miss women?"
KJ pulls back from that seductive kiss to meet his lover's eyes. "Is it going to piss you off if I say yes?"
"No, not piss me off," Logan says, shaking his head a little.
"Then yes," KJ says, studying Logan's face. "She was, um. Yeah, she reminded me."
Logan nods, forcing a smile, knowing damn well he's making a mountain out of a fucking molehill. "Okay. We'll talk about that later. In the meantime, you still have four more things to get."
"Right." There's something lingering in Logan's eyes, something that bugs KJ... but this really isn't the time or place. So KJ settles for a kiss, slipping one hand to cup his fiance's nape and holding him in place for a long moment. Straightening up to go find another unsuspecting stranger.
"You okay?"
Logan turns his head to find Sam standing beside him. "Yeah. I just... surprised myself with my reaction to that lap dance. We're both bi but I think it's more of a thing for him."
Sam nods, watching Ryan dance up a storm on the dance floor. "You're worried he'll feel like he's missing out?"
"Maybe. Yes." Logan snorts and shakes his head, amused with himself.
"Are you guys monogamous?" Sam asks, waving down a server for another drink.
"We have been, so far," Logan says, surprised to find himself sharing so freely with a virtual stranger. "We've talked about me coordinating a gang-bang for him or us having someone join us, but there's something about him missing women..."
"Because you can't compete with that," Sam says knowingly, nodding. "But I'm bi, Ryan's gay, and we've managed to share a woman a few times. Also shared a lot of men and I've shared him with other men. It doesn't matter who you fuck. It's who you come home to. Who you want to be with. If he wanted a woman, he'd be with one. It's definitely the easier path."
His pockets full, KJ looks back over his shoulder and shoots Logan a brilliant smile, happy to see him getting on. It's a few more minutes, but eventually he approaches his lover and Sam with a beer in each hand and a look of triumph on his face.
"Someone looks like the proverbial cat," Logan teases, smiling. "What did you get?"
"Condom," KJ answers, "pen, I got offered more lube but I already had some, and a piece of gum. And a room key. There's supposed to be a great view," he says, raising an eyebrow at Logan. "Oh, and someone signed the t-shirt with their phone number." He sips at one of the beers.
"Aren't you supposed to be chugging those?" Logan asks, nodding at the beers.
"Slavedriver," KJ says with a grin. He sets one of the pints down on a table and starts chugging the other, tipping his head back.
"That's me," Logan laughs, taking the t-shirt from KJ and counting up names. "You're getting there."
KJ swallows, swallows again, and sets the empty glass down on the table. "Holy shit," he mutters, his head spinning slightly. He digs the room key he was given out of his pocket and hands it to Logan. "Okay. Oh-- hey, will you sign this?" he asks a random partygoer, handing them both shirt and Sharpie. Then lifting his second pint.
Logan tucks the key in his pocket for safekeeping. "What do you have left?" he asks, checking out the t-shirt when it's handed back. "You have to sing someone a love song."
"Sure, I'm drunk enough for that," KJ agrees with a laugh. He straddles Logan, trusting Citadel to invest in sturdy furniture. "I will come to you in the nighttime, I will climb into your bed..." he sings softly, brushing his lips against Logan's.
Logan grins, hands stroking over his lover's back. God he loves listening to KJ sing.
"I will kiss you in one hundred fifty-five places, as I go running around in your head..." KJ grins and kisses Logan again, longer this time. Deeper. Slowly slipping his fingers over Logan's shorn skull and beginning to squirm in his lap.
Groaning into that kiss, Logan slips a hand between them, working KJ's jeans open. "Keep singing," he whispers, hands on KJ's back again, stroking lower, under the waistband of his jeans.
KJ does as he's bid, although it's a little tough with Logan teasing him. "And you will throw your arms around me..."
"Yeah I will," Logan murmurs, nodding, fingers dipping between KJ's cheeks.
Whimpering softly, KJ squirms a little more. "Do you want to violate me?" he asks Logan, lips brushing his lover's ear. "Here, in front of all these people?"
Fuck. Logan's already hard cock gives a rough throb at those words, that invitation. "Damn right I do," he murmurs. "Get your jeans off."
"Yes, sir," KJ says, clambering out of Logan's lap. "Can I take this shirt off, too? I think it's starting to cut off my circulation," he says with a wry grin, unbuckling his belt.
"But it's so sexy," Logan teases, and honestly, it kind of is, although he suspects most of that's KJ. "Go ahead. I want my boy naked." Gaze locked on his lover, the rest of the room forgotten in this moment.
KJ shivers at that "naked." Okay, so maybe he hadn't quite thought this through... He kicks off his shoes and strips down to his skin, his erection bobbing lewdly. "Sir?"
"You already gave me lube," Logan says, holding up the packet KJ gave him earlier. "Guess you'd better find me a rubber."
"Yes, sir," KJ replies, glancing around. A slaveboy helpfully puts a foil square into the palm of his hand, and he grins his thanks. "May I?" he asks Logan, gently dropping to his knees between his lover's thighs.
"You may," Logan nods, smiling, aware they're starting to become the center of attention.
KJ grins and unbuckles Logan's belt. He opens his fly and pulls his jeans down just enough so that he can lean in and take Logan's cock into his mouth.
"Oh fuck," Logan murmurs, eyes heavy-lidded with pleasure. It's all he can do to keep them open, watch his boy take him in, cock throbbing in that wet heat.
It's a bizarre feeling, to be naked and on his knees in a roomful of strangers. KJ lets the gazes crawl over his skin until he blocks them out entirely, focusing on loving Logan with his mouth for a few minutes. Stands up and unrolls the condom onto his lover, his gaze locked on Logan's.
"My beautiful boy," Logan praises, making sure he keeps KJ centred on him, the crowd gathering around them, drawn by the show.
KJ goes weak at the look in Logan's whiskey brown eyes. He lays his hands on his lover's shoulders and carefully straddles him, trusting in the prep he did before the party. Reaching back and lowering himself onto Logan's cock.
Jesus Christ. Logan had been going to offer KJ more lube but having him, like this, blows his mind. "Good boy," he murmurs, hands on KJ's thighs for the moment, not wanting to interfere with his lover's movements.
Wincing at the stretch, KJ slowly lowers down, penetrating himself. "Oh, god," he whispers as Logan fills him. He skirts the edge of pain but keeps going, wanting to make his sir proud.
"Fuck, you feel so good," Logan drawls softly, fingers stroking over the inside of KJ's thighs, higher and higher still.
Whimpering, KJ drops his head to Logan's shoulder. He shudders out a breath and steels his nerve, then takes the rest of his lover in one push. He cries out, turning his head so he won't blow out Logan's ears. And shakily rises again, up on his toes.
Christ. KJ's going to be the death of him. "Good boy, you're so good for me," Logan murmurs, sliding his hands up between them, fingers now moving over KJ's nipples, working on pinching them to rigid peaks.
In response KJ whimpers, squirms. Can barely stop squirming when Logan teases him like that. "Sir..."
"What?" Logan asks with a grin, those noises, those movements only fueling his pleasure, his sadism, KJ's body tightening around his cock. "We should pierce these. Then I could really torment you."
KJ's eyes fly open wide. He's not even sure how he feels about that idea, he's pretty sure he needs to think about it, oh fuck he's getting desperate. "Please, sir. Please let your boy come."
"Can you do it like this?" Logan asks. "Without being touched?" Obviously meaning his cock since his fingers are still abusing KJ's nipples.
With a helpless whine KJ pushes into those brutal caresses. "Yes, sir," he gasps, still rising and dropping and attempting some sort of steady rhythm. "I think so."
"Then you have permission," Logan grins, thrusting up into KJ on his boy's next drop.
"Fuck," KJ mutters, on the edge but unsure of himself. He grinds down against his lover, clutching Logan's cock tight, and lets the pain bleed through him. "Oh god, sir," he gasps, in the instant before he goes over, splattering Logan's shirt with his come.
Logan groans, releasing KJ's nipples and grabbing his hips, thrusting into him harder and still harder, once, twice and again, before he comes as well, flooding the latex between them.
KJ shouts at the rough treatment, aftershocks of pleasure still rioting through his body. He rests his forehead against his sir's shoulder and tries to focus on breathing before he gets up and deals with cleaning Logan. "Your shirt is done for the night."
"Oh well, I've got another in my bag," Logan says with a smile, rubbing KJ's back. "What do you want to do now?" he asks softly, watching people slowly go back to their drinking and dancing. "We have to get rid of the condom but we can stay and party some more or we can call it a night. You only get one bachelor party so you decide."
"Did I do everything it says to do on the t-shirt?" KJ asks, slurring his words a little now, exhaustion on top of a lot of alcohol. He carefully stands up and deals with the rubber, gently cleaning Logan off as well before tucking him back into his jeans.
Logan picks up the t-shirt and starts counting signatures. "Two more," he says, gesturing at the closest servers who happily add their names to the cotton. "There you go. All done."
"Mmm." Still naked, KJ climbs back into Logan's lap, resting his head against his sir's shoulder. "Are you done with the party?"
"I'm good to stay or go," Logan says, wrapping his arms around KJ. "It's your party. We can stay and make out and people watch or we can call it a night. Up to you, babe."
"Maybe..." KJ stands and takes the marked-up shirt, shrugs into it then pulls his jeans back on. "Let's watch for a little," he decides, and takes a seat next to Logan. There's certainly no shortage of people and things to watch.