With a flick of his lighter, Joseph took a deep drag of his cigar, the tip glowing deep orange. He held it in, letting his lungs burn before tilting his head back and allowing a cloud of smoke to billow out with a pleased sigh. The cigar was returned to the corner of his mouth while he relaxed against the bar, dark beer in hand.
“Now this,” he growled deeply, “is almost the life. So close and yet,” he trailed off eyeing his oldest friend suggestively while taking another deep puff. Joseph smirked and wiped imaginary dirt off the knee of his dark washed jeans. Never in a million years would he expect Aaron Stohl to agree to such a proposal but that had never stopped the older man from teasing and testing that boundary every chance he had. He certainly found the man attractive enough even with his severe attitude. The problem though was that as sinfully delicious as it would be to fold Aaron into all manner of shapes and make him whimper and beg for pleasure and pain both, Tucker knew that his friend was too much like him to actually submit.
They were both mountains that stood firmly rooted against an oncoming storm. No wind could ever make them bow to it, though many had tried to over the years. He smirked to himself, rolling his shoulders and enjoying the creak of his leather chest harness that rested atop his shoulders with criss-crossing bands over the chest and back of his grey band t-shirt. Beneath both, his muscles bulged and rippled with his movements causing an illusion that the macabre tattoos decorating his arms were actually moving themselves.
“Remind me again why it’s been so long since we last did this?” he asked leaning back on the barstool to take a hearty swig of his drink and take in the room.
Rebar had a dark and smoky atmosphere with a bit of everything to suit its diverse clientele. The taps never ran dry, the lights were always low, and the scent of leather and smoke was notable throughout the establishment. It was not uncommon to find shadowy figures getting up to all kinds of fun along the walls or in dark, leather booths. A live band played across from bar with an open dancefloor between. A few bodies were swaying and rocking to the beat but for the most part people kept to themselves and their drinks. The majority of the fun was had on the second floor of the bar where dark rooms promised a heady thrill of anonymous sex and fondling. An array of toys, swings, and other contraptions were organised about the rooms for whatever fun a client might desire. Joseph himself had patronised such rooms from time to time when a cute enough pup had come barking at his heels. The night was young though so he chose to pace himself and just enjoy shooting the breeze with the asshole Pilot that dare to call him best friend.
