- I don't like sound of this club.

- Wassup? - David was grinning from ear to ear, irritating Bernard ineffably.

- Look around. I don't like it…There are only gays about here!

- Hey! We match perfectly then!

- David, I'm serious! I really mean it! - Bernard said, indignant with David's light-heartedness.

- Ah! Course of true love never runs smooth! - David and Bernard turned their eyes to some girl, who wore gothic make-up and extravagant hat. Something was wrong with her appearance, but what?

- We are not lovers, - said both in one voice, taken aback.

- Oh, I see, I see! - said the girl, rolling eyes with apparent disbelief. They both frowned, and the girl quickly changed the subject, - how do you like my new hat?

- Fabulous! - David forced out, suspecting something.

- Many thanxx! Well, good luck, my darlings! - the girl gave them winsome wink and disappeared.

- David, didn't you recognize him?

- "Him"?! So, it was "him"?! I knew that there was something dirty afoot!

- Dave, wake up! It was Boy George from "Culture Club"!

For a moment David was dumb.

- Is that really him? Ha… anyways, he is not that pretty as you are! - David tweaked his swarthy cheek. Bernard sharply waved away cheeky hand.

- Dave!!! Stop pinching me every now and then! Some day I'll lose all my patience! - David roared with laughter, and Bernard couldn't understand his partner's odd behaviour - "Looks like he is drunk as a cobbler. May be, he is mad because of performing in London?" - What the hell are you laughing at, I wonder?!

- O-o-o! Don't threaten me! I'm scared to death! You are such frightening a monster! - Dave doubled up with laughter under disapproving gaze of Bernard's. When he drew himself up, his laughter suddenly stopped, and David became as much dismal as he was merry before, - here it is. A real monster.

Bernard turned back and saw Laura. White-hot with fury, she was impending at them like thunderstorm. Having approached them, she just couldn't speak, choking with rage. Words were seething in her, and at last they splashed out:

- You! - she looked at David with hatred, - you knew that it was a gay-club and you didn't tell us!

David turned crimson, Bernard looked at him with wide-open eyes:

- What… David, you knew?! How could you…

- Of course, I knew, fuck it all! - David flew into a rage. But then began reassuaring him, - Bernie, it's our only chance, we cannot miss it! All bands and singers perform in gay-clubs, there's nothing to worry about!

- Oh, yeah, they PERFORM in gay-clubs, but they don't call fairy THEMSELVES! - Laura intervened.

- Oh, shut up!

- David, DO NOT DARE TO SPEAK LIKE THAT TO MY WIFE!!! - now Bernard has just realized what Laura said. - Wait-wait, are we supposed to perform as a GAY-BAND?

- Bernie, it was the only chance, - David said in despair.

- We won't perform on this stage! - yelled Laura, - Bernie is not a fairy! You think only of yourself, and our reputation is gonna be ruined! You shall not make him a gay! - Laura grabbed Bernie's hand and pulled him to exit.

David, horrified, watched Bernard moving away. People in the club were attracted with this quarrel. Some just turned their heads to look, others feasted their eyes upon scandal and exchanged smiles with each other. David disregarded that. He only thought that Bernard - once again - managed to hit when he least expected the strike. What to do now? Dave was at a loss. When he saw a manager coming up to him, he felt dismay, fused with feebleness. It was almost the worst moment in his life - he had to explain that performance would not take place. During the conversation he wished the earth could swallow him up.

After a while some gay in a most skittish mood approached him:

- Hey, beef-cake, will you give me a fag?

- Fuck off!!! - yelled David at poor nancy-boy and immediately after he was politely asked by security service to get out.

Definitely, it was the most shameful day in his life.

But David wasn't that kind of guy who could be disappointed by such unlucky circumstances. His first thought was "shit!", but the second was "why?". It was a thing to be solved.

David was approaching the bar in the hotel where they lived when he saw Bernard sitting at the end of the large half-lit hall. Fortunately, without Laura. Fortunately, by himself. He was drinking his goblet of wine during last two or three hours maybe when David was in that fucking club listening to all those fucking things that they thought about him and his music. A little bit drunk Dave finally appeared swaying to and fro and giving a sugary smile to his colleague. Bernard looked up at him and stared at his wine again.

- Hi.

- Hi.

- What are you doing here?

- Don't you see? I'm drinking.

- How do you like that! Bernie, do you know…

- I know.

- We have to recover losses to our company after your playing a trick! We have got into a mess and I really don't know what to do now! - David didn't notice as he burst into shouting, - everyone must…

- I am not everyone.

- Bernard, look. We have got a contract. It would be an ordinary concert. We were just to do our work. But why did you leave?

- Laura disliked that place.

- Dammit Laura, you did!

- You didn't notify us what kind of place it was.

- But if I did?

Bernard was obviously embarrassed.

- I… I don't like it too, - Bernard crunched his goblet and David almost heard the cracking of it in his hand.

- They whistled to my back and insulted me!

Bernard was looking at him again, and the more he looked the more David understood that he was unable to be angry with him. Moreover, now he thought that Bernard was right. He remembered when they were walking down the streets and some guys mocking were at them calling Bernard "faggot". Something strange happened to him at those moments. And now Bernard was looking at him with such an expression on his clear-cut face that David found himself thinking how beautiful he was, what tempting features he had and how much he wanted to touch him… The last was even too much… At this moment Bernard said something and Dave returned to reality.

- I'm so sorry. Really sorry. Please, forgive me, - suddenly Bernard stopped and glanced at David with surprise: - Why do you look at me this way?

- Oh, nothing. Never mind, - David became crimson, but luckily it wasn't seen in the darkness. - Of course, I didn't lay the blame on you, but I'm afraid your wife is trying to make us quarrel.

- No, you are wrong.

- Really? But she has done her part. And it's a deadlock. I don't see any way out.

- It was quite natural to her. You know, we… maybe I… have such image. David, maybe we can do it in another place, I mean another club, not for gays…

- I think nobody wants to listen, even to look at us after all this mess, - David tried to return his indignation, but it actually faded away.

"Maybe I'm too much drunk", - thought he again. Lights were trembling, darkness encompassed him, on having looked around he was convinced that nobody was here except them and nobody could see them and disturb. He raised his hand to touch imaginary person sitting opposite him, but exactly at that moment Bernard bent over the table and did it first.

- It was my fault. I shouldn't have gone and left you with that… guys. I hope you are o'k. I could never have gone to bed without seeing you and being convinced you've come. I've been waiting for you here…

David panted.

- Where is Laura?

- She's gone to a night club with Jutta.

- Are you really alone?

- What do you mean??

- I mean…- David began, inly dying, but realized all of a sudden that he couldn't utter a word, - I mean…

He gulped hard, not taking his eyes off from Bernard's. Bernard perfectly knew what he meant… And David knew that Bernard perfectly knew what he meant… David's thoughts were in a whirl. Everything was so unreal, so unbelievable, obscure.

A barman was rubbing glasses at the counter and looking at them sideways. Really, it was a very queer spectacle: two contrastly looking guys at the table in a half-lit bar, breathing hard and looking as if they were going to swallow each other.

Bernard was the first to lower his gaze. He left some money on the table, stood up and went out. David remained for a moment and then followed Bernard. It didn't occur to them that they could use a lift; let the pleasure be prolonged. David looked at his back as they were going upstairs. Everything was swinging and swaying before his eyes. Strange it was: both of them didn't say a word to comment the situation, didn't make an effort to slightly touch one another, even didn't exchange a single glance, as if thoroughly knowing scenario beforehand and not willing to lose time making pass at each other.

Bernie unlocked the door and entered, not turning his head, knowing that David was after him, and immediately set about undressing. Dave feverishly began tearing clothes off. Bernard went up to bed, pulled coverlet off and looked at David, pending. There was no hesitation, no rumination, no remorse in his eyes: he just wanted to forget about rules and conventions; he wanted David to spend this night with him, and that was enough. Whatever happens, he won't regret. David felt the same.

For some moment they stood, stark naked, without a stir, just devouring each other with their eyes. David reached out for Bernie, put arms around his heated body and began tenderly stroking dark hair, kissing his half-closed eyes, wine-odoured warm lips. Bernie faintly moaned, kissing him back and running fingers up and down his spine. Both lost touch with reality.

David managed to cease fondling Bernard and put him carefully to bed. With his eyes so voluptuous, with his complexion so matt, with his hair so lush, with his arms so slender, with his lips so tender… he looked the beauty incarnate; it didn't take David much time to get an erection…

Bernie's hand lay around David's stiffened cock, slipped down, ran over tense scrotum along furrow and returned to the tip of reddened head. David almost went frenzy with exaltation. The touch was so airy, so intangible. Like a soft warm breeze. David looked into Bernie's eyes that dragged him in like a whirlpool and pressed his lips to warm wet mouth, avid for him. Their tongues, hot, dextereous, were probing and fluttering and stinging each other in delirium. David turned up from abyss of the kiss and heaped fervent small kisses on his lover's face. Bernard panted in delight, pressing himself even closer to David's sturdy body, caressing him, hands flying about his back, squeezing firm buttocks.

- …why… why it should be so good… so divinely good… - Bernie moaned.

David stopped for a moment and cupped this beautiful face in his palms.

- I still don't believe it. Just can't, - he whispered huskily, bending over and kissing Bernard deeper than ever.

He resumed caressing Bernie's honey-dark shoulders, licking smooth chest and biting hardened dark nipples. Every nerve in him was anointed and ringed with the feel of Bernard's body - his unique smell, his auburn skin, his drunken unmatched look, the bloom along the incurvation of his belly - the body he worshipped now and would have to renounce after.

Doesn't matter. There's only "now" and no "tomorrow".

David was getting lower and lower, reaching navel and hardly visible hairline; not hesitating, he savoured Bernard, lapping up his rich musky flavour. With unspeacable rapture David licked him and sucked him, relishing Bernie's groans that reached him through thick veil of bliss. Bernard moaned, tossed and squirmed as David ran his lusty hands all over his body, sucking life out of him.

David tore himself away and knelt gasping, on the point of coming. He looked over Bernie's outstretched body, glistening with sweat in the light of sconce; his eyes, half-closed, semi-conscious, gleaming agate, expressed barefaced desire. He's already been stretching out his legs, whispering pleadingly:

- David, please… please… I can't wait anymore… please…

- Bernie, babe, we need a lube, - David said in a hoarse voice.

- What?.. - Bernard seemed not able to understand what David had said.

- A lube… Something to lubricate you.

Bernard peered around perplexed, looking for needed. David noticed face-cream on a dressing-table and grabbed it, turning the lid off and squeezing some onto his palm.

David's fingertips began tenderly rubbing his lover's perineum and then slipped into, slowly penetrating deeper and deeper, oiling velvety sides. One more finger… one more… Bernie's beautiful face acquired some dreamy, eerie expression, parted lips quivered with half-pleasure, half-pain, slight moans turned into sobs. He was lifting thighs in a desperate attempt to avoid shameless fingers, but the next moment was sticking himself onto them. Tiny hole was itching for something more sufficient than fingers. Bernard enfolded David by neck, pulling him closer, and said in a strained groan:

- I need you deep into my ass. Please… I need you…

David cooperatively pulled fingers out. Bernard whimpered as head of David's hardened cock began making way into his tight hot hole. David couldn't resist the temptation to shove it deeper, up to nuts, squeezing hard his nates with firm hands. Bernie cried out and bit his lip as hot pain transpierced him, arching his back. For a moment David stopped moving, but agile slender legs entwined his waist tight, Bernard breathed out:

- Don't stop… Hurt me if you like it… Do whatever you want with me, I'm yours... but just don't stop…

David went on frictions, like a boring machine, faster and faster, Bernie's outcries just turning him on and urging forward. "Butterflies in stomach"… Now he knew, what this meant.

Bernard put his mouth to his ear - but for quite a while his mind could not separate into words the hot thunder of Bernie's incoherent whisper; David just reveled in broken breath burning his neck, spreading sharp and weird sensation all over his body, waves of exaltation rushing trough him. He kept thrusting himself up to the hilt into delicate body of his youthful partner. He fall into oblivion, where only two existed: he and Bernard.

Bernard being about to come, David took hold of his erection and gave it affectionate grip rubbing strongly the head with his thumb. Bernard froze with vacant expression in wide-open eyes and the same moment they burst out, shuddering in cramps and squeezing each other in thirsty embrace.

…after a while madness went down. Now, did their minds go blank? Bernard gave him soft kiss into neck, shivering with repentance. No, he won't regret it. He awkwardly looked at David, hoping for the same.

- Please, forgive me… - only few words escaped his lips.

- But for what? - Bernard glanced at him with an anxiety.

- I shouldn't have done it.

- Do you regret?

- Of course, not. But… - David had no time to finish when Bernard's lips touched his ear.

- I've been waiting for it for ages… Do you remember our first meeting? I came into the room where you sat without any thought that in that moment my life would change dramatically. Really, I was too young, I was only interested in my singing, I had no significant problems, I really loved my life and, perhaps, I'd never loved a real person… You were sitting on your stool-whirligig and, as it seemed to me, neglecting my presence…

- Bernie, when I saw you I lost my gift of speech. You made such an appeal to me that I wasn't able to utter a word. With all my might I was trying not to show you my feelings! I could have never believed that one day I might fall in love with a guy!

- Have you been loving me and keeping silence all the time?!

- I had no choice! Soon I heard that you had a girl-friend and you were going to get married soon. I knew that you loved your fiancee and we both hated when somebody dared to discuss your unusual appearance. Finally I believed in your straightness myself.

- But you've never told me a word!

- I was afraid of losing you. You were my angel, my joy, my everything… I couldn't imagine any moment of my life without you…

- Dave, I love you…

- I know it now.

- Hush! We have no time for talking now, Laura will be here soon…

- Bernie, do you mean…

Bernard's unfathomable eyes were penetrating through his soul and one moment David was startled by unconcealed all-absorbing lust he could see in their depth. He couldn't help, but surrender the discretion.

- Bernie, sweet, are you sore? - David's hands touched his hips slightly.

- No.

- You are a liar… I know I was your first…

- David, we have only few hours and I'll remember it for the rest of my life… She will come and we will be aliens to each other again. And I don't know if we have such an opportunity some day. She was very angry with all these things and she was very suspicious. I'm afraid that she wants to sever us. I want to remember it forever, - Bernard's voice was trembling. - I want you to fuck me again anyway, I want you deep inside me and you move with mad thrusts in my body, I want to scream your name when I come…

- So says the recent virgin. Oh, I can't…

- Don't make me plead…

- I won't hurt you needlessly, - David bent over Bernard's trembling body and reached the narrow gap between his buttocks. Soft silky skin and the flavour of this desirable creature were driving him crazy. And if he was proposed now to take this divine body and then Dave he would agree without hesitation.

Bernard spread his legs eagerly for him.

- My sweet boy, how much you've been longing for it…

David was pressing kisses at the inside of his thighs, hungrily sucking tender flesh and slowly moving to his puckered entrance. Bernard was whimpering, inciting him for more. David lowered his head, letting his tongue flick out to taste that tiny hole. Bernard gasped and writhed beneath him.

- Oh, God, no…

- Shhh, my beautiful one… - David muffled his voice, having penetrated into his opening.

- I can't endure it… - Bernard screamed.

David moved his tongue in and out of him. He was tight, his muscles were clenching around him.

It was more than David could bear. He pushed his fingers into Bernard's mouth and after having them wet enough lowered them between his legs. Having felt them Bernard moved back in eager response.

- David, please…

It was all he needed now. Certaintly Bernard was right: the rest of their lives they could live with their memories…

- I adore you, my sweetest dream…

- Please, fuck me…

- O'k. But then don't ask me to stop.

- I won't…

Bernard stood on all fours with his entrance facing David. At the moment David forgot when he was. It was incredible, unreal…

- It's the best sight I've ever seen…

Plaintive 'please" was the only answer to his words. David bent over Bernard's back, eating him up with his eyes. It seemed to him he was still watching a dream. He had never thought that a little part of all that took place in reality now could be even better than in his most secret dreams. He spread the resilient bronzed buttoks, brushing against sensative opening, and Bernard's back shivered and the slightest moan escaped his lips. David made use of the face-cream, which he used earlier, trying not to cause his sweet boy unnecessary pain. He hardly restrained the greatest wish to kiss this divine body again, forgetting everything, denying needs of his own body, endlessly, forever… David didn't remember somebody who had ever caused such feelings in his soul. Usually he fucked any person (to render justice to him, it should be said, it were only females) that he liked more than half an hour; and half an hour later he usually couldn't recall her name; but now…

His thick staff touched Bernard's narrow hole and a strangled cry could be heard when he pushed himself inside. This scream was the sweetest music for his ears, inspiring him for new harder thrusts. The black-eyed youth was clawing the sheets, pulling them to his mouth where they were bitten feverishly. Bernard was now rocking forward, driving himself back on his arousal, sobbing each time when David burst into his burning body.

- Oh… Dave, I can't …

- You can…

- Harder… please…

- Come for me, my love…

A moment later David felt that Bernard's body was spasming against his cock and Bernard was coming into his hands. It was the last straw and David followed him in a few seconds.

David turned his atonic body, brushed aside his wet bang and tenderly kissing his lips. Bernard opened his eyes, smiled and kissed him in return.

- I love you, my sweetie. I'd like to be with you forever.

Bernard smiled at him again.

- Now everything you want, Dave.

Exactly at that moment Laura was ascending the staircase…