Page 35 of Poles Apart
“Maybe next time.” Dom laughed and turned away. Jacob saw him motion to someone off to the side, and a chair was brought onto the stage. He placed it in the centre, and a lone spotlight hit it.
“I wasn’t going to do this tonight, hadn’t planned on it, but I thought I’d do something a little bit different. You’ve probably guessed what it is, right?” More cheers from the crowd, and Jacob was not happy with where this was going. He didn’t want to watch Dom give another bloke a lap dance.
Dom walked along the edge of the stage, looking at the men in the crowd, and finally picked out a guy who looked so fucking eager, Jacob was about to lay him flat. As Dom pulled him up onto the stage, he stumbled and fell into Dom’s arms. The guy, who was much bigger than Dom, grabbed his arse and squeezed, but Dom pushed him away with a nervous laugh.
“Not yet, big boy,” and he manoeuvred him into the waiting chair. He nodded again, and a slow, seductive song started up. Jacob was about to turn away when one of the dancers moved in front of the guy and gave him a lap dance. He thought the guy looked disappointed that it wasn’t Dom doing the dancing, but as the dancer shook his groin in the guy’s face, he seemed happy enough. Dom and the other dancer wound the crowd up, shaking their arses to the music and having fun with each other. Jacob could cope with that, and when they swapped out the guy in the chair for another one, and the other dancer took over, he relaxed a little.
It wasn’t until the chair was vacated and Dom prowled over to Jacob that he started to panic. They hadn’t talked about this. Did he want to get up on the stage? Did he really want Dom rubbing himself all over him? The answer was a ‘fuck yeah’.
Dom held his hand out to him, and he climbed onto the stage. He was led over to the chair and sat down.
“Don’t worry. It’ll be fine,” Dom whispered in his ear. “If you’re not comfortable with anything, touch my hand, and I’ll stop.”
Jacob nodded and gripped the edge of the chair. The music changed, and the song ‘Earned It’ filled the club, and Dom went to work. He started off behind Jacob, his breath ghosting in his ear, and he ran his hands down Jacob’s front. He could feel the effect he was having on him, and he breathed deeply, trying to keep himself under control. As the song wore on, Jacob’s arousal grew, and as Dom moved around to the front and looked deep into his eyes, he could see the desire there. He glanced at his groin and was pleased to see that this was affecting Dom as much as it was him.
Dom straddled his lap and leaned forward; the body rolls he was doing connecting with him seductively and touching his most sensitive parts, both inside and out. Jacob wasn’t sure how long the song went on for, and he didn’t know how much more he could take when Dom moved to his ear and grazed it with his teeth. Jacob groaned, and he heard a small moan leave Dom’s mouth.
Dom licked and nibbled his way along Jacob’s jaw until he reached his mouth, and as the song finished, Dom kissed him. Not the dirty kisses they’d shared before but a slow, sensual kiss that Jacob was happy to continue.
Suddenly, there was a crashing sound from the floor of the club, and Jacob could see the man Dom had first picked out of the crowd rushing towards them. Jacob leapt up from the chair, almost knocking Dom over in the process but managed to get in between him and the guy as he swung his fist. Jacob took the brunt of it but soon had the man by the throat. His eyes went wide, and Jacob pushed him away from Dom.
“Leave him the fuck alone. No one touches him, you hear me? No one.” The dickhead was wrenched from his grasp by security, and he took a breath to compose himself. He turned to face Dom, who looked terrified; his green eyes glittering with tears.
Jacob took hold of his hand and led him off the stage. He ignored the obvious displeasure of the crowd and led Dom back into the dressing room. As he closed the door behind them, he held Dom close, ignoring the gold paint that was staining his shirt.
“It’s OK, baby. You’re safe now. Let’s go home.” He felt Dom nod against his chest, and he let him go to gather Dom’s things.
“Put these on and we’ll go,” he said as he handed him his T-shirt and jeans.
A knock on the door had them both standing still, wondering who it would be. Jacob opened it to see Toby standing on the other side, an apologetic look on his face.
“Jesus, Dom. I’m so sorry about that,” he said, talking around Jacob. “We should have had someone standing in front of the stage.” Dom nodded and Jacob was sad to see the look in his eyes. He’d never seen him so upset, and he was determined to remove that look from his face as soon as they got back to his house.
Jacob was about to shut the door when Toby produced an envelope and handed it to him. “I’ve put a little extra in there for your trouble tonight.”
Dom finished dressing, and after tucking the envelope inside, picked up his bag. Jacob opened the door, noting there was a clear path to the exit. He took Dom’s hand, and they quickly left the club, avoiding the people trying to grab hold of him.
He breathed a sigh of relief as they stepped out of the door and wandered back to the car. Dom seemed to relax the further away from the club they got, and as he drove them back to his place, he finally smiled.
“Are you ok? That was a bit scary, I’ll admit. Did he hurt you?” Jacob was concerned and could only glance at him as he drove home in the darkness.
“Hurt me? He couldn’t get anywhere near with me with my own personal bodyguard to protect me.” Dom reached across and squeezed his bicep. “Who knew teachers were so fit? When we get back to your house, I’ll show you how grateful I am.”
Jacob laughed. “Fucking hell, Dom. I thought you were traumatised. You seem alright now, though.” He reached to hold his hand. “I was worried about you.” He kissed the back of Dom’s hand and hoped he could hear the sincerity in his voice.
“I’ve been groped and lunged at more times than I care to remember, but I’ve never had anyone as eager as you to protect me. I fucking loved it, you going all caveman, and I know you were worried about me, but I’m OK, seriously.”
Jacob felt a little better and was looking forward to getting him home now. He was hoping it would go better than the last time they were at Jacob’s house. That had not gone well.
Ten minutes later, they pulled up outside his house, and they sat in the car, neither of them wanting to address what was more than likely going to happen.
Jacob opened the car door, and Dom followed him.
“You sure Abby’s not in?” Dom asked.
“Quite sure, why? Did you have something in mind that you wanted to do?” Jacob smirked at him under the streetlights.
“Well, first, we’re going to shower, and you’re going to wash this gold paint off me. And then? Let’s just say, I don’t want to wait any longer. I’m ready to try again.”
