The angel was still around when we got back in, and the place was still crowded..
I couldn’t help but notice that some feathers from angel’s wing had fallen.. and he seemed a little tired.. and there was an thin layer of dried sweat.. it was very tempting to go and feel him.. and may be pluck a feather or two..
He found some guy he met before and so we were going towards that guy. That guy was very cute.. wore a tight t-shirt that showed off his well built muscles and the v-neck giving an glimpse of the trimmed chest.. he had a nice smile.. and that sexy stubble.. That v-neck guy was with another guy who was relatively quite.. and kept to himself..
I was stealing some looks of ‘v-neck’.. and it seemed like he was returning them.. we were flirting with our eyes.. my fantasy for good looking guys with beard was taking me over….
I knew I wouldn’t be able to make any reasonable conversation with them.. without making my interest obvious.. so I ended up taking the only way out of those two very interesting choices, abandon both of them and look around..
1am.. It is that time of the night where some people indulge in hunting..
I relaxed myself by putting my back to the bar resting my elbows on the bar table where they serve drinks. After 1am.. not many people come to take drinks and it is a cool place to hangout..
I started wandering around the room with my eyes.. At the left corner of the dance floor Drag Queen was leaning towards the DJ… it was kind of dark in there.. the bright TV screen above grabbed by attention..
It was displaying messages sent to some number via mobiles…
User 819> Ron needs it badly
User 820> Can you please play something of P!nk?
User 821> The guy in the straw hat is very sexy..
After a quick scan.. I wandered my sight towards the guys on the dance floor and like always that guy in white shoes, skin tight jeans, funky shirt and his ears pierced was in the front.. dancing and looking around the room to see who was watching him.. These days I almost look for him as soon as I enter, as if he is part of club cafe..
The new waiter at club cafe.. the tall one who goes around with a tray of glasses.. was now performing an sleezy number on a pole in the right corner of the dance floor.. There was drunk guy trying to touch his arse, while the waiter was trying to avoid it..
Some guys and girls sitting in the chairs cheering them up…
There was a bunch next to them.. who were just standing and involved in a very serious conversation…. laughing every now and then..
Next.. one guy in late fourties.. short.. and chinese.. looking at no one in particular.. and everyone..
Then that tall guy with a bag hanging around his shoulder, he is another guy I have seen so many time and he is always with that bag even outside the club..
The black guy and his white friend.. the guys who I have noticed together since the time I entered.. the white one seemed to follow the black one.. all around.. and i could not tell if the black guy cared so much… what struck was that the white guy had followed the black one to the rest room and there was some kind of a murmur…
Then a guy in a black athletic jacket, folded hands.. no drinks..
My wandering stopped.
He was looking at me and I hadn’t realized that I was staring at him and I had a smile on my face.. He was still looking at me.. I moved my eyes away from him..
After giving a decent gap of two seconds, moved them back in his direction..
He was still looking in my direction.. he wasn’t smiling.. it was just a stare.. a cold stare…
I made a quick turn to see if i could indulge myself with the company that I already had.. The v-neck was looking at me.. he had that smile.. “i know what you are upto” kinds.. and he looked in the direction of the guy i was looking.. Damn! he knew i was looking at him. I gave him an “Oh well!” smile… We were communicating with out words.. and it did not feel strange..
I turned around to take another quick glance at the black jacket guy..
He was standing next to me on my left.. I looked at him with slightly enlarged eyes.. and the next moment when I regained myself.. I said “Hi”.. or probably i just bowed my head..
No reaction.. he was staring into my eyes.. He was looking much hotter from near.. a well exercised body, clean shaven face.. soft blond hair.. the jacket fit him so well…… just like a mannequin… I was starting to blush a little..
“Hi”.. he said. it was so sudden and quick that i would have missed it if I wasn’t staring back at him.
“Aryan”.. I extended my hand.
“Tom”.. he returned…
“Having fun?” I asked
“Ah”.. he shrugged… Was he or was he not? Well. may be he wasn’t. after a few more seconds of blank stare I introduced him to the guys on my Right..
“These are my friends”.. I said. All of whom I had met a few hours ago…
He moved a little towards them.. and said “Tom” to them.. looking at the extreme right guy.. That guy said “Alex”.. he turned to v-neck.. “Alex” and then he turned towards Him.
He did not say the name. black-jacket waited..for a couple of seconds and was getting impatient… “What is your name?”. he demanded.
“Why do you want to know?” was His response and after a long pause said.. “What is the point in knowing my name? This will be last time we will see each other..”
It was true, if he went back to India this will be the last time.. but there was certain coldness and certainty in that tone that startled me..
Is he always this blunt? I remembered the way he responded to Willy.. when asked about “type”.
He did not tell his name.. and black-jacket wasn’t pressing it any further..
black-jacket moved back and stood in front of me. And we were back to blank stares…he was starting to annoy me…but his hot fit body was very attractive.. even though he did not have a beard…
why today? May be I could have taken his number and sent him away or I could have probably just excused myself to another room.. but i didn’t.
I was clearly interested in three people to different degrees at the same time.. What a mess!
“Do you wanna dance?” I asked to cut through the awkwardness..
He moved backward, away from the bar.. signing me to move towards him…so I guess that was an “Yes”.
I moved closer to him, away from Him.. Them..
DJ was playing… “I .. just a little bossy… ” or something like that.. I didn’t care much for the music anyway.. But black-jacket was mouthing them.. and he was pretty good in his steps. I was moving along, making random movements..
at some point.. he held my hand.. lifted it up.. gave me a slight push to and turned me around.. and as soon as i turned back towards him.. he started to turn around.. and when he came around to face me.. i lost my balance and pulled him down…
he held me and pulled me back from falling.. that was the first time i saw him show some expression.. he was smiling.. doesn’t matter if that was the expense of an clumsy feet..
i knew that move.. and this time with prior notice.. it was more elegant.. and as if i was to be rewarded he hugged me..
he body was still moving to the music… mine was moving along with his rhythm.. not necessarily in tune with the music playing in the background..
we swayed anyway….
we were of same height… and i could feel my lips trembling with tension.. i couldn’t see his.. and i did not want to.. i was exploring his greenish eyes..
he kissed.. and instantly pulled back his head..
“Sorry”.. he said. still holding me..
“What!”.. I asked…. distancing myself a little from torso and tightening the hold a little..
He shook his head side ways..
After a couple of moments, he looked back into my eyes.. and kissed again.. and this time it was longer.. and his tongue was trying to break in.. and it did not face any resistance from mine.. it was welcomed with a wet tongue..
He did it again.. He pulled back and said “Sorry!”..
I waited… and it repeated again.. and this time when he started pulling out.. i pulled him back in. We weren’t dancing anymore… our hands were feeling each other and the tounges exploring the deepest held secrets..
When we finally parted…. I waited.. He did not say sorry this time.
“Why did you say sorry earlier?” I asked.
“Because I kissed you….” he replied.
“It was good”.. I said. and we kissed again. It didn’t matter that I did not know anything about him.. He was a good kisser. He was mumbling in between the kisses something to the effect that “you are a good kisser”.. “you kiss good”.. “you are beautiful”… and I was shutting him up with a kiss… and sometimes mumbling the same words back at him..
“Do you live in boston?” he asked.. a brand new sentence.. “No”.. I said and it struck me. I was the prey! He hunted me down… and I let him.
I realized I was still in Club Cafe.. It was too late now.. It did not matter if I was being watched….
We kissed again.. and again.. till the lights went on…
We walked towards our company.. I noticed that v-neck was giving his cell number to another cute guy..
The v-neck gave me that “you are mischievous” look. I returned it with “you too”…
I looked at Him, he gave an very casual indifferent smile…
The club closed…
We said good bye to v-neck and his friend..
“About tomorrow.. Salem.. I will call you…”, he said before taking the cab..
black-jacket and I walked towards my car…
Will he call me? does this change our plans? of Salem… Photographing Boston skyline… May be I should have not kissed…
Wait.. why am I even thinking about Him and what he thinks about me? Why am I not thinking about the black-jacket….
Was that a wrong turn?
And I was still going the wrong way.. I have to turn around.. at some point…