Club take 2

"Everybody is meeting there, John will see you inside" Paul stood by the door and watched as I set about trying to create an outfit. Bloody hopeless I was, I had a skirt and blouse laid out on the bed but frowned at the selection, unsure.

Paul strolled over, replaced a pink shirt with a white one and it looked bloody marvellous.

"How did you do that?!"

"A knack"

"McGirly maybe" He rushed me and my outfit fell away to the floor as he pushed me back on the bed and knelt over me, my thighs clamped between his legs. He began trying to tickle me to death "Arrrrr!! Sorry you win, you wiiinn! You're the tickle king"

"Take it back"

I giggled out a tortured "Paul, you are not McGirly just a very fashion-conscious hip man about town" He still had my hands clamped down under his knees "Stop it! Stop tickling! I said it! Oh please Paul. Stop tickling!! Paulieee"

Paul stopped but didn't move, lighting a cigarette basically on my lap, he tapped the ash in my teacup. "So.... he been better then?"

"John? Yea, much. He still stays out and I hated that picture in the paper, it was a bit nasty to see" I watched the smoke rise and push toward the hallway. The window was open a fraction so the draught was sending the smoke off away from us. The newspaper picture was of John cuddled up with a pretty girl from one of the television shows he appeared on "He is more..... I don't know, attentive. He brought me that tiny vase, which was very nice"

"And the others?"

"Girls?"

"Yea, um, you don't mind?" Paul fussed around with the rest of the cigarette then decided on dropping it in the little bit of cold tea left in the cup sat on my side table.

"Course I bloody mind! Gee Paul. He isn't ....." I struggled with my words. John was being lots more attentive and loving but girls still hovered "Paul... would you say if he did stuff? You know, stuff that would hurt me?"

Paul looked out the window this was a big thing, we were good friends supposedly 'siblings' but John was the other half of his whole. John was the right Paul the left, the yin and yang.

"Don't bother answering that, it isn't a fair question"

Paul looked back down at me then leant down close, his eyes flickered with puzzlement, so close, so Paul. His new fancy aftershave, the tobacco smell all a breath away, my senses screamed for air. His eyes, oh his eyes held me captive. Touching my cheek and kissing fleetingly where he touched was so very intimate, he watched carefully as I digested his closeness and the touch.

"Come on" He moved off me, helping me up "Best get ready, don't want to have them thinking the worst"

"The worst being?"

Paul stepped back tinkering with his shirt, tucking it in, buttoning the top button then looking in the mirror at the results.

All of a sudden, he was back in my space, hovering over my frame. I felt slight, the way he stood over me his boots making him taller by mere centimetres but his whole aura now felt larger than life. My face upturned watching his lips move and speak softly as he pushed hair from my eyes.

"The worst would be...... Ab, the worst would be... me saying 'sod it' and running off with you" The way he spoke made my breathe disappear, he left the room and I had to sit heavily on the bed.

My slamming heartbeat pound hard and I struggled to breath for minutes and understand why he would utter such a thing. Like it was a given that I understood his mind.

We drove toward the nightclub silently, the taxi driver staring ahead and not bothering to question Paul. He was closed off, his face shuttered and I worried about his words, what he meant, how much he meant it. How much was him being an innocent flirt and just riling me up.

Closing in on the club in those last few streets he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward his side of the car. He kissed my brow. That 20-minute journey was somewhat equal amounts of emotional pain and some kind of wonderful, because he was him. Paul. 

Crazy Elephant club was situated at 57 Jermyn Street, London and I knew it was a haunt George and John favoured for it's discretion, expert at keeping their names and faces out of the hands of the press, nights at the Elephant never made the papers unless someone wanted it in there.

So ironic for me to be here.

The stairs were narrow and if someone was going in the other direction, you had to turn to the side and press flesh as they passed. We passed a girl and a guy and Paul enjoyed her attention immensely. I rolled my eyes at his smirk but he didn't grin as much when the guy, smiled and proffered his hand in greeting as he paused in front of me....

I smirked back cheekily at Paul, getting my own back, in the end.

There were a lot of celebrities in the small establishment tonight and, unfortunately for us, the press had decided that they would camp for the evening by the entrance. Jim Morrison, Sidney Poitier, Peter O'Toole, members of the Miracles a new band on the scene to name a few I recognised.

Determined to not have a repeat of the MJ incident I intended to stay by someone's side all night, in fact, Pattie worried I was going to follow her into her cubicle in the bathroom.

Muted, multi-coloured lights flooded the dance floor, Maureen and Richard were out there already dancing away laughing always. Richard waved and signalled me toward them but Paul took my elbow and we moved further into the shadows and the tables.

"Abigail!" John made a grab for me and I almost screamed into the darkness, his black clothing had him a shadow in the recess of the wall "What kept you two"

Paul let go of my elbow and moved off toward the bar, tipping his hand up offering to buy a drink for me silently, the music was pumping and fast, a thumping beat moving the crowd, even as they stood by the bar.

"I near screamed then! You're so hidden here!" I kissed John's cheek and I felt fingers travel my leg as I grasped his other hand between us. "I couldn't decide on an outfit"

"Typical, bloody girls and clothes" George leered into view with Pattie tugging at his shirt sleeve "Pattie took all morning to pick shoes, I can't even see the bloody things"

Pattie glared at the back of George's head, her yellow dress a-glow with colour as it caught the dance floor light "Hi Abbs, come for a dance with me!" George was dumped and Pattie had me on the dance floor as fast as I could stumble. Joining Mo and Richie, we fell into the sound and pulse of music.

I couldn't for the life of me recognise the song but it had a tempo to make you shimmer and feel free.

Pattie leaned toward me, we were dancing together close, the music pressing the beat into our limbs "We're making them hot, jeal...." The music took her words.

"What?" I was useless so she turned my head, lips to my ear. Pressing closer we hip bumped and giggled.

"Look at the boys, they like our dancing Abigail, even John the sod" I grinned at her laughter "John is always more watcher than dancer" She yelled. I watched giddily as he came stalking over, his eyes never leaving mine, following closely behind was an equally eager beaver Georgie.

I bit my lip at the focus he turned on me. I was his prey, he would strike me down in one swoop.

It was electric; his touch as he closed fingers over mine, tightening my body to his, pressed flush as the music paused a breath then weaved a slower melody of seduction over the crowded dance floor. I was smitten as I watched his eyes wander and emboldened as his hands ran over me.  It was as tantalising as can be, my insides melted in the heat of his lingering touch. Not one word was spoken.

It was him and me, no one else. Our private moment as the dance floor seemingly drift high above the room. It was like we were all alone.

He held me close, kissed me gooey.

I gazed into his eyes unable to escape his possession. His fingers cupped my cheeks holding me steady, my legs unable to hold my weight.

"You look and feel like heaven Abigail. Seeing you dance was lighting me on fire darlin' " The room pitched back to crowds pushing us from all sides and I had to grasp Johns arm to hold myself up "Easy there... don't want you taking a tumble"

"How do you do that?" My fingers found his face, I let them run away, down and over his neck. His eyes heated as he stroked my arms, my neck, my back. I felt brazen in the middle of that crowded dance floor. I could quite easily give him myself and not even notice the persons either side.

"Magic" His fingers grazed my thigh and my blush was rosy and bright "...Blushing my Abigail?"

"If you took me down that hall and found a room, I would give you everything"

"Everything Abby? That's some awful big promise you tease me with" I was tugged left then right then straight ahead, til a broom closet was found at the very end of a dimly lit hall. I grimaced as the door was pushed open then shut with a click, dark shadows surrounded us.

It's not even midnight and I'm in a broom closet with the ringmaster, his fingers feeling their way south. I stood rigid til he pulled away giving me a small reprieve.

Should I?

I'd heard of this sort of thing. Alley way sex. Bathroom stalls used as makeshift lovers haunts. Now a broom closet had my name on it's door.

Why the hell not ..... I shrugged to myself and groped him blindly, his deep yet quiet laugh rumbling easily up and down my spine, his warm breath hot against my ear. My mind exploded in want and opened up to dirty sexual awakenings. My hand pressed firm rubbing up and down against his zipper. John moaned as I worked my own brand of magic now.

"I'll have dirty knees"

My first problem was remedied with his jacket, turned inside out. And his first problem was done over swiftly. He returned the favour as I clutched frantically to sanity and insanity together.

A mop and a broom launched clunking down beside me. John had pressed me deftly but gently against the wall. My legs tangled. One around John's waist, the other pushing off some shelf or crate. He entered, we gasped at the feeling. The deep dance beat reverberated through the wall into my body.

The music entering my soul tangling incessantly with John's own rhythm, the beat of him.

The sex was hot.

Jaitors closet, back room Dirty.

Mind-blowing.

"Holy mother of mountains" John breathed deeply by my ear and I squirmed to hold around his waist, the wall now warm with my radiating heat, his hand tightening under my thigh as he stayed, lingering, whole inside me. If he so much as moved I could feel that high, that trace of remaining ecstasy.  I tugged his ear with nibbling teeth and moaned for more. Goading him to move just a little more. His hips sank deep again.

He was a machine, he was unstoppable.

Tonight, it was me, my body that sated him....

At his foray to the nightclub.

********************

A walk of shame never happened, we reappeared on the far side of a sweaty body of dancers and mingled, picking a spot and holding on to each other. We moved slow to the fast song as we still soaked in remaining lust. Thirst beckoned yet John's body was nicer to hold. John ended up walking us back to the group.

"Oh, look who decided to join us" Maureen giggles as she runs hawk-eye's over me. I tried desperately not to blush. Not to show my tells. I waited for John's gloat on his return from the bar but instead of teasing words I got him almost sat on my lap. The others knew where we had been, even if no one uttered the words.

"Bottoms up" was toasted this round of drinks and John and I were forgotten for a time. I smiled and laughed and chattered with my friends, Johns arm slung around one shoulder, his chin perched there too. We both enjoyed the intimacy in company.

The term joined at the hip settled over me as we cradled drinks and become something of a meld of molten bodies.

I was frozen to the spot by his eyes every time I glanced his way and rivers of heat trolled my body at his continued touch. He watched me like I was a new and exotic animal he had never seen before. More interesting, more engaging than before.

"Having fun?" Paul dropped a drink to the table and sat beside me, poking me with his finger when I didn't respond quickly enough. I slapped him away.

"Hang on Paul, Ringo's telling a joke" I tittered in his ear, Ring's jokes always crack me up and I wasn't about to miss the punch line whether or not I was flanked by two of England's, and no doubt the world's, hottest bachelors... John was bad enough trying to shove his Twistie chips in my ear.

After Richie wandered back over to the bar with George, I was suddenly conscious of Pauls fingers nails bleeding, well they weren't yet, but they would be if I didn't slap his arm on the quiet, so I did.

"Owww, what was that for?!" His whispered whinge right by my ear, I turned my head to look at his fingers already perched ready to go back in his mouth. "Oh yeah, right"

I squeezed his knee under the table, quiet encouragement. I wasn't expecting him to grasp my hand in a vice grip when I did though.

John held my other hand.

To drink my cocktail now would entail my leaning forward and trying to position the straw with just my teeth. I went thirsty for many minutes before I was questioned.

"Don't you like that one Abby?" John nodded at the drink, the same one I had previously had two of an hour ago.

"I'm pacing myself. Don't want me a drunk mess now do you" I smiled and tried again to take my fingers back from Paul. "Could you get me a water or a coke, then I'll be back to drinking, yeah"

"Yeah ok, though you would be a pretty awesome drunk Abbs" John kissed me quickly on the cheek and wandered off toward the crowded bar.

I rounded on Paul "What the hell Paul!?!?" I tried again to get my fingers back. They were flush on his thigh, held under his. I tried sliding them away but he just laced them in response "My fingers Paul!"

"No, Abigail"

"NO!?"

"No, I'm your brother and I say no"

"You're not, so give them back!" I glared and he pouted.

It was turning into tit for tat, Pattie and Mo looked perplexed at our mini whispered fight. They took off before both Paul and my weirdness rubbed off on them.

"Ok what's wrong Paul, they've all gone" I turned in my seat fully and leaned on the table to face him, we were cut off from the crowd, no one could read either of our lips.

"Don't do it in the broom closet again, Abbs"

I lit up bright cherry red and ducked my head toward his chest then recovered a bit. "You saw?"

"Hard not to when I was coming over to steal you for a dance at the time"

I groaned then leaned my forehead on his shoulder, looking back up after a minute or two. "Broom Closet? You were outsiddddee?!?!" I almost screeched the words, my mouth was covered by his other hand, my fingers still stuck on his thigh with his other though, like glue. "How long for Paul?!?! Not... Not all of it?!"

"Well I know you didn't get dirty knees" He grinned. He had the audacity to grin, I smacked his arm. Hard "Just don't do it, Abigail... it's not something nice girls do"

"It's not something nice girls doooo. Oh my God, your tales of Hamburg and the Cavern are bandied around like folklore and me doing John, my, my.... my boyfriend once, is not dignified!?!?"

I slapped his arm again and turned to see where John was, yep, still smothered in people at the bar.

"You just have.... You have now come down to the other girls level Abby, you want him happy but....." Paul gave my fingers a squeeze, he was absolutely right, I just hadn't bothered to think of it in that regard. I didn't think at all.

"Oh gawd......" I held my head one handed "I'm the girl in the club.... tonight" I cringed and shrunk back from Paul "So I look dirty now, to you? To John?"

"No never to me Abbs, John probably doesn't realise the correlation to the others, but, it sort of, just justifies it all"

A tear fell and Paul once again caught it, his fingers relaxed and he hugged me like I was all his tomorrows. "Abigail I'm sorry I shouldn't have said that here. I'm jealous, is all. I'll shut up"

Paul backed up a little and looked over my shoulder.

"There you go darling" John dropped the coca cola down with a splosh behind me, glaring a Paul as I glanced up, he saw my eyes, glassy and shimmering with tears. "What's wrong, sweets?"

Paul let my hand go and I hugged John tight.

John didn't ask again, and I never told.

*****************

"Great night" John rubbed his face as he reached for the bottle of scotch on the kitchen table and poured himself another. Paul had gone upstairs to change and I was about to go shower the nightclub sweat away. John, half cut and clutching his glass, smiled and laid his head on the table to rest. "Abigail, you go up and I'll be up in but a wee minute when I finish this 'ere wee dram"

"Ok, if you're not up in 20 I'll come to save you from drams-els" I giggled, kissed his forehead and made slowly for the stairs. But each and every time I wasn't engaged in conversation, Paul's words scurried back to the front of my mind. Taunting me, making me feel ever so sick and dirty.

Climbing the stairs in the semi darkness I watched my feet land on each step, slowly climbing higher. Paul's socks discarded on the second to last met my downcast eyes then the last stair had the man himself sat on it with his pyjama bottoms on and no shirt. He was looking as dejected as I, the light from his room brightened the hallway a tad more but his face was half shadowed. I sat beside him and hugged my knees, his fingers pushing my hair behind my ear.

"I'm sorry" He whispered, "I didn't mean to eavesdrop"

"Oh Paul, its so awfully horrid! All I can think about is you overhearing that and what I may or may not have unconsciously pushed John toward more of in the future" I turned and hugged him tightly, our whispers the only sounds.

"You don't think I've heard before?" Paul muttered. I leant back and looked at him.... then the words dawned on me. My eyes widened then shut tight "The walls are quite thin luv"

"Oh no! this is, oh my.... oh dear no. I'm so sorry Paul" I cringed and tried to back away, he only grasped me tighter. The alcoholic drinks I had at the club still stirring my emotions. Everything was a knife-edge of tears or laughter. I gasped at the horror of it all. "I should move this isn't right for you"

"No" Paul looked deep into my eyes, the powerful pull grabbing me tightly "You're not going anywhere......" His fingers fell slowly along my cheek, dropping down to grasp my hands and for the longest time we sat together at the top of the stairs, my eyes falling away only for him to recover them with one finger touching and lifting my chin... to return them to his unfaltering gaze.

Lulled into a trance I sat and gathered up this moment of us, contemplation, wondering what we were, what anything was, what will be. I blinked to try to wake my thoughts from the stupor and still I was held in his lovely gaze, his lips moved but I didn't hear a word. My blind focus on his lips losing traction as they neared then lingered close, til the mint from his toothpaste touched my nose, til his lips made contact with my-.

I shoved him hard and then hugged him again ever so tightly, kissing his cheek to acknowledge what had happened, what had hold of us in that moment.

I jumped up and fled to my room. Then...

Then, I raced back quickly, knelt and kissed his lightly stubbled cheek once more... my useless apology for my ineptitude in the situation. A kiss for my addled brain to clutch.