Glaring at the evil, throat-clearing person did nothing but further annoy Shawn. Had there been a stop button, he would have hit it mid-floor but the Club elevator didn't have one. Probably, for the reason that too many couples had a perchance for elevator sex, but they weren't him after all.

When he should have been enjoying the fact that Lassie had accepted his collar, he was stalking about looking for a table. Instead of admiring the finely detailed leather and steel clasp that would discreetly hang below Lassie work shirts, he was pulling up a chair at a table and patting Lassie to join him. He wanted to be enjoying the sweet surrender Lassie had given him, but no he was systematically shredding a bar coaster in attempts to cool his head.

His agitation was clearly affecting Lassie, who was shifting in his seat and casting glances about every few seconds. Telling himself to relax, Shawn slowly let go of his anger, it wasn't anyone's (expect evil coughing man), especially not Lassie's, fault and tonight was suppose to be special.

The dance floor had a few people on it, but the four mini-stages stood empty. Not many people were up to using them on a regular basis. Shawn wasn't just anyone though.

Standing, he snapped his fingers for Lassie to stand as well and to sink into sub-mode. While the sound was not audible, the motion was and Lassie immediately stood and let his head fall as he sunk down. Sliding through the crowd, Shawn pulled Lassie along then crushed their bodies together, swaying to the music.

They started with just dancing, bodies pressed together and moving to the music. As the beat increased, Shawn slipped at leg between Lassie's and started to grind against him, an action Lassie easily fell into, even if he did feel out of place on the dance floor. Grinding turned to thrusting and hands started to explore the older man's body, making him hotter from both exertion and arousal.

Seeing Lassie so close to falling apart, Shawn pulled back suddenly. It was too early to end tonight's game and he still had plans. One of the stages was now behind him, the entire dance, Shawn had slowly been moving them closer to it and now he was ready. Stepping up, he pulled Lassie after him. He saw the hesitation in the other man's eyes, but it never went past his eyes, and he jumped up right behind Shawn.

Spinning Lassie so they were facing, Shawn applied pressure until he took the hint to sink to his knees. Every set of eyes that was not preoccupied turned to stare as Shawn pulled himself free and Lassiter swallowed him down whole. Shawn felt his brain short circuit as Lassie relaxed his throat and let his focus narrow to include only Shawn. He let Lassie nibble around the length, tongue the sensitive underside of the head before taking charge. Using dark hair as a handhold, Shawn began to fuck Lassie's face with short, shallow strokes. Then the Irishman used one of his tricks with his tongue and Shawn lost it, grip tightening to painful, he thrust himself down Lassie's throat.

Rough treatment aside, Lassiter was in heaven, crowd forgotten he let the music wash over him and let his attention be solely on Shawn. Shawn's grip on his hair, the feel of his cock as it slid passed his lips and nudged his throat. The bitter, salty taste of precome. Lassiter hummed in contentment, feeling Shawn shiver above him and tighten his grip.

Shawn had enough frame of mind left to pull off some before he came, body tensed as his release made his toes curl and his spine tingle. He felt Lassiter swallow it down without being told to.

Had the music been not so loud, he would have started crooning about how good Lassie was and how proud he was. Instead, he tugged him up to claim his mouth, the taste of himself still lingering. The crowd had started a small round of applause, but Shawn paid them no mind, continuing to bite and tease Lassie's mouth so the public's adoration didn't distract him.

Need for air finally became important and Shawn released the kiss, shifting a hand to stroke Lassie through the leather. Enjoying the scene as he watched the older man arch into the caress even as he hissed. Content, Shawn buttoned himself back up and pulled them both off the dais, instead, going back to the far corner which held a smattering of lush upholstered chairs. Each one had a pillow at the foot, and after Shawn flopped down in one of the comfortable chairs, Lassie sank to the pillow, resting his head on Shawn's thigh, breath still irregular as he struggled to stay clam and not come before given permission.

Unlike the first floor, the third was reserved for those with contracts, so everyone here was allowed to drink because they all had partners and there were no worries about someone being taken advantage of due to alcohol. Catching the eye of a server, Shawn order a Grateful Dead, absently stroking the detective's hair, occasionally dipped down his neckline to fondle the collar.

From the bar, Luke watched until the waiter coughed and relayed the drink order.

"If you keep staring, he's gonna catch on fire."

"Shut up Loe," Luke shot back, slamming the glass on the counter before filling it with various liquors and sliding over to the waiter, "why the heck are you up here today anyways? You're supposed to be down stairs finding me more workers."

"Workers... ha, funny. Not my fault, they change my shift last minute. And if you didn't go through them so fast..."

"You get your cut, so shut the fuck up and let me run things."

"Whatever."

Silence stretched between the two, filled only by the music over the speakers. Loe continued writing notes in his book and Luke split his time glaring over at Shawn and Lassiter and filling drinks

"So you miss him that bad?"

"Yea- err no."

"I have a client that likes older, tough looking guys... we could make a deal here."

"Deal?"

'The way you look at him. Pssh, don't lie to me. Not only do you want him, you think his sub isn't good enough. You want to be the one at his feet don't you? I could help you out, clear the way, so to speak."

Pursing his lips, Luke gave a long pause as Loe's words sank in.

"Yeah, do it."

Loe smiled, making another notation. Closing the book, he patted Luke's hand, "I'll take care of it, don't you worry. Anything for my top supplier."

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This is the last section for book one. After a small break we will be back and find out all about Loe and his intentions and plans. Thank you everyone that has commented and reads this story. You're all great!