In The Jungle {notyourchewtoy}
One beer. That's all he'd come out for. Although, admittedly, if one drink was all he'd wanted, Derek wouldn't have put on his best jeans and would have gone to a regular bar instead of a gay club. If he were to be perfectly honest with himself, Derek was lonely. He'd been in Beacon Hills for nearly a month and hadn't made a single friend or acquaintance. He kept to himself in the garage where he worked, rarely even interacting with customers. That had been the plan: go in, get a job done, get out...no friends. That was easier said than done.
And so he'd found himself in the neon glow of Jungle, Beacon Hills' only gay club. It was a cesspool of hormones and sweat, shirtless men grinding on each other on the dance floor. Derek sat at the bar, perched on a stool, looking after the people who could throw away all their reservations and dance like crazy to a remixed pop song.
That's when he saw a boy sitting just down the bar. He seemed somewhat out of place in the crazy club scene, wearing an old hoodie and a pair of jeans that weren't tight enough to give him a wedgie like most of the guys. That's what intrigued Derek. On a whim, he called the bartender over and ordered another drink...this time for the other boy.