The Iarians - A New Age - 3. Chapter 2 - Taken

Chapter 2 - Taken

THE CLUB NO longer seemed so bad and alien now that Professor Kauffman - no, John he corrected himself - was dancing with him. They were in a world of their own, swaying to a slow beat in their heads ignoring the quick beat of the loud music. Occasionally, John would bend his head towards Karl's and steal a quick but passionate kiss that would end with Karl clinging desperately to him. Otherwise, they would be necking one another disgustingly like newly-weds, unable to get enough of the other.

Even though Karl felt comfortable and at peace nestled into John's larger and delightfully masculine body with his own intoxicating scent which he couldn't get enough of, he still felt the time pass slowly as he couldn't wait to take themselves to a more quiet and private, ideally horizontal setting. It seemed that John felt the same way to, feeling the answering bulge in the larger man's crotch rubbing against his.

At midnight, John could wait no longer and shouted to Karl's ear. "Let me get the others. It's time we take this somewhere else," he said with a seductive look and a suggestive wink which caused Karl laugh to laugh even as inwardly, he almost burst with lust. "You go get Dennis over there. I'll get the others."

Karl nodded and obediently headed towards the bar where he saw Dennis engaging with several other drinkers animatedly, gesticulating wildly with his hands and laughing. Karl was amused when he noted that many of Dennis' audience seemed to show more than platonic interest in him which Dennis was milking for all its worth.

"Come on, Dennis. We're leaving," he said when he got near to the group. He was even more tickled when he noticed that the group of men Dennis was eagerly regaling gave him somewhat annoyed and even envious looks.

"Alright, Choirboy," Dennis said, quickly finishing the colourful cocktail he was having before bidding his court farewell, "Good hunting, lads."

Dennis then started to walk unsteadily towards the exit, stumbling a few times before Karl quickly put his arm around Dennis' waist to steady him. He drew Dennis' arm around his shoulders and lead him on.

"No luck with the birds, then?" Karl teased.

"Damn cock tease. Wouldn't even give me her number. Quite willing to accept my generosity, though," he said with feigned anger, before breaking out into drunken laughter.

"Okay, Dennis, I think you've had quite enough fun this evening."

"What about you, Choirboy? I saw you getting something, something, if you catch my drift," Dennis teased with a suggestive tone.

Karl blushed and quickly tried to head him off, "John and I were,... well, I mean..."

"Oh, John is it? No longer Professor Kauffman then? I see." Dennis continued and lost his head with an unmanly fit of giggles.

Karl replied in a resigned tone, "Oh, shut up and let's get you home already."

"Of course," Dennis cheekily replied. "Wouldn't want to keep you and dear old John from doing anything wildly inappropriate and sexy now, would we? At least someone's getting lucky tonight."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah." Karl said with a dreamy smile.

"I expect details in the morning, Choirboy."

Karl looked askance at Dennis a moment before smirking and asked, "Really? My straight friend is asking me for details of what I expect would be a night of sin and immorality between two men?"

Dennis took on a comical expression of disgust and gave a theatrical shiver of disgust. "Alright, I spoke too soon. Don't give me any details." He paused awhile before continuing with a grin, "Then again, I would like to know how dear old John is in the sack. Okay, tell me tomorrow."

Karl's smirk disappeared as his plan to tease Dennis backfired and he ignored him pointedly.

They met up with the group outside the bar and John led them to the car, and together with Lydia, they poured Dennis, Jessica and Terry into place. Dennis and Terry were both laughing wildly while Jess appeared to have fallen into a pensive silence.

Once they had gotten strapped in with Dennis riding in the front passenger seat, John carefully drove the car out of the bar parking lot and onto the main highway which at the time was quiet and empty of traffic. Late night in the sleepy English town built around the university was always quiet. John took a slow and leisurely drive back, careful not to jostle the passengers at the back.

As he drove, his eyes frequently strayed to catch Karl's gaze in the mirror. Karl felt his blood start to warm every time he engaged John's intense looks, as if John was intimately staring straight into his heart. He felt clearly the hunger and affection in the look and reacted to it with an embarrassing erection. He quickly brought his legs together to hide any signs of arousal, though Jess gave him a wink showing that his embarrassment did not go unnoticed. Mortified, he averted his face, unable to bear the smirk in Jessica's face.

The road took them through a sleepy English country road and towards a bridge spanning a gorge with a river running below. "Oh fuck," John suddenly cursed as he wildly swerved to avoid something in the road. Karl got a brief glimpse of the obstacle on the road, a strange boy of maybe eight to ten with white hair that seemed to gleam unnaturally in the car's headlight.

Everyone was startled to consciousness as they felt the car careen out of control and into a wild spin. John frantically tried to right the car but the car just ran through the metal railing of the bridge. They screamed as the car flew through the air before starting to plummet in a free fall down the gorge.

Karl tightly squeezed his eyes shut with fear and felt a brief pang of regret that he couldn't see how far his new relationship with John could go.

Suddenly, a bright white light blinded him even through his shut eye lids and he lost consciousness.

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