by the time they got there he was half-cocked and starting to bruise red from all the bites peppered everywhere galvin could reach but it did nothing to deter him and dragging the other in he roughly jerked him down into a seat before continuing on to go find something to wear

Galvin was flung into a seat bewildered, as were many of the girls. They were not used to seeing him or Ambrosia on a Saturday night. It was Morgan who amusingly came to him first with an offering of his favorite drink, and soon others slowly drifted around the cushioned seat either taking an seat on its arm or leaning on the back to get a view of the show. The DJ had no time to introduce Ambrosia as he knocked off the current show. Galvins jaw dropped seeing the vivacious red head in such attire. It accented his muscles very nicely to see him in such fitting clothing and even produced the illusion of a bubble but. Galvin could not say much, but the girls around him produced enough noise and comments that he did not have too. It was just enough to watch him thrust against the metal poll to get the crowd going. He looked to Morgan and asked the blonde if Ambrosia was worthy of a spot in the line up. The mans smile seemed to fall a little but like all actors if Galvin was not watching he would not have seen it. Galvin shook his head, crossing his legs and coving his slight blush with his hand over his mouth and went back to watching Ambrosia have sex with a metal pole.

he would not have thought to give strippers the credit he now realized they deserved, parts of the pole were warm from being touched but other parts were frigid and he had the damnedest time running over the cold parts with his hands and thighs and that was just the prop, his shoes he realized were not meant to support so much moving and it felt strange to work at a slant though with all of the eyes trained solely on him he soon forgot about the cold pole and the awkward shoes and found himself thinking hard about pyce and how he'd much prefer him over the bit of floor-metal. finding his rhythm forgot he was only trying to get pyce's attention and soon the rub was not enough, unsticking from the pole he stared out over the darkened room until he found the other and kicking off his shoes as he went bore down until he had the dark man under him

Long lashes shut themselves from the world. Galvin soon found he wished he had enjoyed this show alone. Crossing his legs was simply not enough to hide various facts from the rest of the entourage around him. His legs were forcefully shifted as the unexpected dancer fell into his lap twisting in the crevice against the lump under the thin fabric. Galvin opened his mouth but nothing but a shaky moan escaped, inviting the rosy lips to indulge. Soon his own body rose arching and wiggling in rhythm with the hips. Galvins pounding heart drowned out the music and the insistent chatter about 'safe sex' around him. Once his limbs were able to move they snaked around the pale waist as his lips parted for another kiss.

even in the dim light pyce looked beautiful. he could not deny he had starved for that look since before france and to have it now pleased him to no end. bracing himself with pyce's shoulders he rolled over the firmed flesh with all the skill and dexterity he had and the effect was erotically satisfying. as the man under him writhed he found his hunger and nipped imploringly at the taunt neck

He didn't push the other off so much and gently shove, trying to escape the watching crowd. This show was for his loins only. He rose quickly pausing long enough to capture the lips again before leading back to the dark halls of their private office. The show boat turned to wave to the cheering crowds one last time before being tugged needfully down the hall and behind the closed door. Once the wood separated them from the rest of the world, Galvin did not let Ambrosia go, only pausing long enough for quick intakes of breath.

(If Ambrosia finds Galvin in the office this is what he will be wearing
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He was able to finish the race, but he was not aware how dearly it cost him. Trembling limbs pulled both the bodies off the ground and on to the day bed once more. Galvin found himself falling into a deep sleep usually rewarded after a night such as this. He went undisturbed as the other moved to leave for his usual rendezvous with Maia. He was violently shaken out of his coma and met with concerned icy blue eyes and a gentle hand pressed against his forehead. His customer who was quickly becoming a regular was here to see him. He was in no mood to trap his body in tight fitting clothing, but for the man who paid so much to get a taste, he would do so. Two hours of fighting off dizzy spells and chills made the club 5000 dollars richer, and earned him a retreat back to his office. His facade fell as soon as he was behind closed doors. Trembling limbs tried to hug the warmth back into his body. The room rocked dangerously with each step he took until he took a step into darkness.

he did not expect to be called so late on a saturday but ambrosia sounded as much worried as mad and so he made sure to hurry. when he made it he found a battered looking ambrosia waiting at the door of galvin's office and averting his eyes slipped in through the door. to say he was shocked was an understatement, half of the room was a wreck, only the walls and corners remained untouched and in the middle was galvin laid out on the floor with a small blanket thrown over him as if he had decided to take a nap right on the floor. carefully he shook the man to wake him and when he got no response he hefted the man the best he could onto the bed to see what was wrong and if an ambulance would be needed

It was the second time he was drawn from his deep slumber and he wanted nothing more then to go back. He gazed groggily at man shaking him, and the red head looming over him before drifting back into his sleeping state.

it was another day before the idiot pyce was awake though the doctor wouldn't let him out of the bed. he compensated by spending his sleep time at pyce's apartment in bed with the man and by the third day when the official bedrest was lifted he was more than ready to get up and do something

When he fully awoke from his bloodless daze he noted he was back in his apartment, his dog was panting happily on his chest and an Iv was numbing his arm. Stranger still was having Ambrosia at his side. His head lolled to the left blinking, thinking hard over what had transpired. His mouth curved into the first grin of many from his long sleep. He reached out and pushed the man beside him. “You fucker! You cheated.” When he had gotten Ambrosia's attention he continued. “I said dinner, dance and then fuck.” the words dinner reminded him he had not eaten proper food in a long time, that he had not been to the club in a while and that he reeked the smell of medical things. Lastly it dawned on him he did not know what became of his parents and his night of excessive hooky.