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The Only Time

Dirty Love

The music booms; a sexy beat for a seductive environment. The room smells of sweat, sex and alcohol. Applause roars from the other side of the wall as the song ends and so does the dance. There are wolf cries and countless whistlers. Then the commotion bursts into action backstage.

Harry is snapped out of his pre-show trance by Paul, the manager of the dancers. “Harry! You’re up!”

Harry slams him hands down on the table. He looks at himself in the mirror. His brunette curls are hairspray-ed and gelled to perfection. He has three thick coats of mascara on his lashes and a shimmery light pink lip gloss on that dirty mouth of his. Harry finishes sticking on the last bit of glitter onto his chest.

“Ready!” Harry squeals. He jumps up from his chair and makes his way backstage to get ready to perform. Harry fixes his sparkly gold leggings and gets ready.

A charming voice booms over the loud speaker. “Presenting… for your pleasure and enjoyment, Jack Lightning!”

Harry ghetto stomps out on stage as “Sexy and I Know It” by LMFAO starts playing. He pops, locks it and drops it, shaking his ass as he does so. Other dancers join him on stage and they each grip a pole. Jack Lightning swirls and spins at the pole, climbing up it and rubbing his crotch on the metal. He bends over, placing his hands on his knees; Jack then twerks up and down the stage. More wolf cries and whistles erupt from the audience.

Once it is time to the do “The Wiggle,” Jack Lightning grabs the knees of the leggings and he rips them off, revealing him in a black leather thong. The crowd goes absolutely insane. Jack throws his torn leggings into the crowd and a few men fight over them. Jack just laughs to himself, finishing up his dance.

After a huge round of applause and a triumphant bow, Jack Lightning exits the stage and is stopped by Paul. “You’ve got a client tonight,” he tells Harry. “He’s waiting for you behind curtain two.” Paul then winks.

Without even changing and no shame whatsoever, Harry struts to the back of the club where the special rooms are. He counts to the second one. He inhales and then exhales and pulls back the curtain to reveal an adorable young man.

“Hello,” Harry says sweetly.

“H-hello,” the young man says back. He is clearly nervous.

“First time?”

This stranger clears his throat. “Yes. I-I’m just trying to figure out… who I am.”

Harry springs forward, placing his finger over the young man’s lips. “Shh, it’ll be okay. What’s your name?”

“Louis,” he answers, smiling a little bit. “I saw you dancing and I just thought I’d like to get to know you better.”

Harry brushes his thumb across Louis’ cheek. “I understand.” He pouts his lip. “Would you like to talk to a little bit before we start?” Harry is a pro at this and knows just how to get the most out of his clients.

“Sure, I’d like that.”

For about a half an hour, Harry and Louis discuss different topics. Louis explains that he has always known that there was something different about him. Harry comforts him and tells him that he feels the same way. As they continue to talk, Louis finds himself becoming infatuated with the young, attractive stripper.

Before he even knew what was happening, Louis found himself presses his lips up against Harry’s. Harry did not object or resist; he let himself melt against Louis. Their mouths open simultaneously and their tongues wrestle back and forth. Harry carefully places his hands on Louis’ face, wanting more. With twisting tongues, Harry moves his hand down onto Louis’ crotch and strokes his bulge.

Harry breaks the kiss. “Tonight, Louis, you become man.”

“Okay,” Louis says, still drunk from the intensity of the smooch. Then he realizes what Harry means and blushes. But he stands up and strips his clothes off, piece by piece as fast as he possibly can. “I’m ready. Make me a man!”

“Bend over then,” Harry commands with a scandalous look in his eye. Louis does so, propping himself up against the love seat against the wall. Harry slides his thong down to his ankles and tosses it across the area.

Harry grips Louis’ hips and counts to three in his head. He then shoves himself inside Louis. Louis gasps with pain and pleasure raking through his body. Harry smiles—he truly is a gay boy. Harry begins to pump into his new boy toy with a huge grin on his face. Skin clapping against skin, Louis moans and grabs fistfuls of the cheap fabric that is mounted on to the love seat.

“Oh, fuck, Jack!” Louis groans,

“You, can, call, me, Harry,” he replies, still thrusting himself in Louis.

“Okay!” Louis says loudly. He grips his member, rubbing his hand up and down along the shaft. The sensation made him deliciously light-headed. Louis found that his abdomen was sucked in and it felt like he was going to implode—and he loves every second of it. Harry slaps his ass and Louis yelps. Growing closer to climax, Louis becomes more vocal.

Harry whips his curly locks out of his face, a grin still plastered across his face. He bites his lip as glittery sweat drips down his chest. Throwing his head back, he begins his vinegar strokes—the moment when a man reaches orgasm and his head tilts up and down as if he is sniffing vinegar. Almost simultaneously, the young men shoot out their load. An “Ah-h,” sound comes from the back of Louis’ throat.

Louis falls in a dead heap onto the couch below him and Harry drops to his knees. Before Louis can say anything, Harry’s mouth is on his member, his head bobbing up and down. Louis hands grip the edge of the love seat with his mouth gaping open and head thrown back. Harry felt so powerful when giving head. There was some sense of control that came along with it.

When Harry believes that Louis has had enough, he releases his mouth and leans back. Silently, he puts his leather thong back on.

“Looks like you’re gay, kid,” Harry says flatly.

“Looks like it,” Louis says nonchalantly, propping himself up on his elbows. When Harry goes for the curtain to exit the small room, Louis stops him. “Wait, can I have your number?”

Harry smirks. What a cutie. He puts his hand on Louis’ cheek. “You can come visit me here anytime you want. You can watch me strip. You can pay for a lap dance. But you’re not getting my number.” He pats his cheek and then leaves Louis alone and naked.


Yay! Slashhh! It's been so long since I've written slash, omg. Sorry this took so long; I was on vacation and tried writing in the car but I was next to my little brother so ya know. Hope you guys liked this! More to come soon!

Title Credit: "Dirty Love" by Ke$ha featuring Iggy Pop



I love these! You're an amazing writer! (:

Thank you so much I really loved it! Totally worth the wait.


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