Night had already fallen over Buenos Aires and in the middle of downtown, a few blocks away from the main pedestrian streets and the great obelisk, on a narrow and crowded street, a blue sign flashed in the dark the word "CaballerEn". Inside, people were moving from one side to the other in a hurry. That day was the venue's anniversary and many of the regulars made their reservations in advance. Apart from the open bar, the managers of the night club offered various types of shows, knowing this lured most people to the place.
In a corner leaning against the bar was Numa, he was wearing a pair of loose white cotton pants which he adored and which he had a hard time getting rid of. He looked at them again for the last time.
"You're making a storm out of a glass of water," said Zeus, looking at his friend reproachfully.
"These pants already cost me a lot of money and you can't get them anymore," replied Numa, clearly offended.
"Of course you can't get them: they are OUT, hun. Oh, with the body you have and some decent clothes…," sighed Agustín evidently resigned.
"How are you?" asked Numa worriedly.
"Well, it's just the flu. I can still dance, it's nothing serious."
"We have an extra dancer. Why don't you go home?
"You sound like your grandmother. It's not serious, stop being a pain. Besides, it's a good opportunity, the pay is very good."
Numa agreed, the show took them both some work but at least the compensation was quite high and that was what counted. He understood that he didn't want to leave.
A tall, dark, long-haired young man called them from the back, they should start getting ready, there was only an hour left before it was their turn to perform. Numa took a last look at the dance floor, the decoration was impressive, set in ancient Greece, an idea originating from Zeus, with some human statues located on the sides and the waiters parading with those fine and soft white fabrics that left little to the imagination. The party would be a success.
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Leon looked at the clock a little anxious, it was already 11:30 pm, he already parked the car and was just waiting for Manon's group. It has been a busy day, he had to go home to pick up some stuff, had a confrontation with his father again that ended with his mother's crying. He needed a break, it couldn't go on like that, he was feeling mentally exhausted.
Soon he will have his own place, Leon smiled softly, he was getting there, next step would be to get a job. But in that moment, he didn't want to think about anything else than the performance of Numa. It was anticipated that the show would be very good, maybe not as erotic as last time but good. He was dying out of curiosity.
He distinguished the figure of Manon and Lucas in the distance followed along by another young man. Once there, he hugged Manon to greet her, then he extended his arms to Lucas but as always his attitude was more like that of a serial killer than that of an acquaintance.
He glanced sideways at the young man standing to the side, a quite attractive one, relatively short compared to the three of them but he had charm and style, he really knew how to dress. It was screaming rich spoiled child though.
Manon hurried to make the introductions, after shaking Giovanni's hand, Leon couldn't help but think, "Another one joins the group!"
He glanced sideways at Lucas as they entered the premises.
Lucas was in a very bad mood, he has been tricked like a fool, and he has fallen for it. He looked for Numa with his eyes but when he couldn't find him he gave him up for lost, he had heard something about a dance so he was probably in the dressing room. What he couldnt understand was the reason behind the invite. Leon got along well with Manon but they were not best friends.
The decoration surprised him, in the atmosphere sounded a techno music, with moments where the music almost seemed to disappear and only some musical notes were heard ripped from a piano, strange combination, he thought.
Lucas looked around distractedly, it was almost full. Luckily the stage was arranged in such a way, that it could be seen from almost every spot.
"Lu" her sister's voice again.
"What do you want?"
"Numa is coming out now."
"What?
"Numa is coming out, Leon told me."
"…"
Lucas turned his eyes, Giovanni was really quiet, he was observing the surroundings and every time he looked at his cousin, he couldn't avoid thinking what for a idiot he was. He turned his attention to the stage waiting for the young man's show up, which took a few more minutes.
The dj said a few words to inaugurate the party and played a well-known song of a techno group, mixed with another one that he could not distinguish very well, generating in the atmosphere a strange rhythm that incited to rebellion. The place went dark. In the background the unmistakable sound of a harp could be heard. He wondered if it was a real harp or if it was just its recorded sound.
A powerful golden light illuminated the stage, some shouts were heard from the audience, the waiters moved back and forth with trays full of drinks, while the spectators watched the stage expectantly.
His sister elbowed him, two figures had appeared on the stage but none of them corresponded to Numa's, Lucas felt disappointed. A second light, to the slow rhythm of the harp but augmented by the incessant beat of the techno music in a unique combination, came on. One of the figures corresponded to Zeus. Both figures raised their heads as the lights bathed their bodies, eliciting a gasp from the spectators. Silver paint covered their bodies, even the neatly combed back hair shone like silver. The costumes were simple, but suggestive. Probably cotton fabric cloth smeared with the same paint used on the dancers.
They moved slowly following the rhythm of the music, dropped to the floor, and then rose provocatively, legs open and hips raised to the rhythm of their movements. They let their fingers casually brush against sensitive parts of their bodies, which the spectators did not lose sight of.
Manon's elbow once again.
"Where is Numa?" she asked in a whisper.
"And how do you want me to know," her brother answered grumpily. He has been asking himself the same question since the dance began.
He observed that the movements of the dancers became very bold, the sound of the harp disappeared and only the incessant rhythm of techno remained. A drum beat whipped through the atmosphere and the young dancers stood still. The lights went out, the music ceased and in the distance an almost nostalgic note of a harp resurfaced. A white light came on in the center of the stage, softly the techno music came back to flood the atmosphere giving the sensation of flooding everything. In the middle of the stage, standing, there was young man bathed in a golden paint all over his magnificent body. The drum again surprised the audience, startling them. Lucas felt his heart about to burst, the young man was Numa.
The music gained strength and rhythm and the young man began to dance, his movements were firm, as he moved he gave an impression of stiffness that was obviously simulated.
People began to dance, the rhythm was such that it incited to the movement, he observed that unlike the other two young men, Numa was wearing white pants dyed with a golden hue.
"Lu...you ok?"
Lucas was too focused to listen to his sister.
Lucas hasn't listened but he didn't care either, he stayed there enraptured with the figure of the young man, with his sensual movements full of eroticism. The song was coming to an end and and he didn't want to miss any detail. The dancers in silver had joined in and this time they let their casual caresses fall on Numa's body, who looked like a god; pretending to deposit soft kisses on his skin, while they undulated their bodies against that golden figure.
The song ended and the silver youths finished the choreography kneeling at the feet of the young man as a sign of adoration.
The stage lights were turned off and the colorful lights came back and flooded the dance floor quickly, a catchy and trendy music started to play. The magic run out, the show had come to an end.
Lucas sighed, glad that he came, the show was worth it, or rather the dancer was it. Manon moved to look for some drinks, while Leon disappeared with a smile.
Giovanni turned to him.
"Look Lucas, someone is staring at you."
The young dark-haired boy followed his cousin's gaze and found a young man of about the same age, blond, looking at him from the runway. He had a sweet face, and an evident shyness when facing the look of the boy he liked, but it was not his style. He averted his gaze so as not to give him false hope.
"What? You're not interested? How demanding you are, I thought that the golden color of his hair would make you happy".
Giovanni's tone said it all, was it so obvious that he liked Numa? Although his cousin had no idea that the dancer was his schoolmate.
After a while Manon returned with the drinks and a few seconds later Leon appeared with some gold paint in his hair, which earned him a sour look from Lucas.
Agustin and Numa appeared behind him, both still with paint on their bodies. Lucas seemed to relive the same scene twice, only this time he knew that Numa was gay and that he danced in certain venues.
"Numa, that was incredible," praised Manon, "What were they supposed to represent?"
They both let out a chuckle.
Agustin was in charge of answering.
"This boy here was supposed to be the sun and we were supposed to represent humanity worshipping the sun and receiving its benefits."
"Aha," answered the young woman, "I didn't realize."
"That was the idea," added Numa, "but that flirtation between humanity and the sun was a bit distracting from the central theme."
"A little too much..." commented Giovanni.
Numa could have sworn that he has not seen that guy before. He turned his gaze towards him, he was next to Lucas but it did not seem that there was a relationship between them.
A young man with long hair appeared from behind and took them both away again.
Lucas, disappointed, got lost on his way to the restrooms.
Lucas' head was spinning, this was the second drink he had in a short time and it was going to his head. He began to make his way through the people to get to the restrooms, he felt someone's hand on his arm. He turned around and there he was in front of the young man he discovered a few minutes before looking at him. He approached him.
"Hi, my name is Sebastian," whispered in his ear.
Lucas looked at him for a few seconds before answering.
"I'm Lucas, sorry, I'm with someone."
The young man signaled that he didn't understand. He approached him again to repeat the same thing.
The young man made a gesture of disappointment and walked away. Lucas stood there for a few moments thinking, if that wasn´t a foolish mistake? He was a cute and sweet looking guy. He fixed his gaze forward again to get out of there in search of the restrooms. The corridor leading to the restrooms was too narrow, and he has already felt someone's hand on his butt as barely two people passed, this surprised him.
At his way back, he met Giovanni in the corridor.
"I was looking for you."
"What for?"
Someone asked for permission, forcing Lucas to lean against the wall and Giovanni to lean against his body. The young man's amber eyes looked at him intensely. Lucas didn't know how or why but in a moment he was wrapping his arms around him and they were kissing. He felt his cousin's response, his sighs and his hips seeking the contact of his body. He could not think, he felt Giovanni's hands sliding inside his shirt, he always wanted more. The kiss deepened, Lucas slid a hand between the young man's legs to caress him gently, and realized that they were both incredibly horny, and probably too drunk.
"Hey, you're blocking the way, that's what reserved areas are for."
Lucas dropped both arms to the side of his body, Giovanni slowly separated, with his hands still resting on the young man's chest. Numa was looking at them, Lucas looked back at him, was it his imagination or was he angry?
He gave them a soft smile, to the surprise of both Numa approached Lucas to whisper something in his ear:
"Hey I didn't know you liked them so tanned, otherwise I'd have done something about it."
He broke away and slipped out of the way and disappeared into the restrooms.
"What did he say? "asked Giovanni dryly.
Lucas barely looked at him.
"I don't know, couldn´t hear well" he answered but he had, or at least that's what he wanted to think.