You Belong to Me - 10

 

 

Since Corey was now back on his regular schedule at the shelter, with Sunday and Monday off, he decided to go to a club Saturday night. After dressing in tight-fitting jeans and his favorite T-shirt, he checked himself out in the mirror. If the family could see me now, they’d think I went off the deep end.

 

With that done, he gathered up what he needed to take with him, put on his jacket and gloves, and headed out. Ten minutes later he was parking in the lot beside The Scene, the same club where he’d run into Brad a few days earlier. The place was really hopping, the bar standing room only, and on the dance floor there was barely room to move.

 

Managing to squeeze between two men at the end of the bar, Corey flagged down the bartender and ordered a beer. When he had it in hand, he wove his way to a spot along the wall where he could watch the dancers. “Or at least their heads,” Corey grumbled, since there were a hell of a lot of men between him and them.

 

“Some pretty cute heads though.”

 

Corey turned to see who had said that and smiled. “For sure, Renny, for sure.”

 

“It’s been a while. I was beginning to wonder if you’d fallen off the edge of the world,” Renny said, slinging one arm over Corey’s shoulders.

 

“I was here a couple of days ago,” he protested.

 

Renny chuckled. “And I wasn’t. My loss. Want to see if we can shove our way onto the dance floor?”

 

“Sure. Let me finish this first.” Corey held up his bottle of beer.

 

Seconds later Renny snatched it from him and handed it to a guy walking by them. The guy looked at him in surprise, took it, and kept on going. “There, it’s finished,” Renny said with a grin before putting his hands on Corey’s hips to steer him into the dancing throng.

 

“Bossy,” Corey grouched, but he smiled when he said it. He knew that was Renny’s way of dealing with impediments to what he wanted.

 

They danced, or more accurately, moved in time to the music, bodies pressed together with their arms around each other’s waists. It didn’t take long for Renny to suggest they take the dancing to a more comfortable, and more horizontal, venue. To wit, the bed in Renny’s apartment. Feeling a bit like a slut, since he’d been with Brad so recently, Corey considered saying no. His body, however, was giving a much different message, which Renny had obviously picked up on. Not all that reluctantly, Corey agreed to the plan.