Gladiolus had had a long week, the Classic Car show was the following week, so they had been swamped with people wanting to make sure their custom car was up and running for the event. It wouldn’t be so bad if people used the cars for more than just that one event every year, but most people simply stuck them in a parking garage or their backyard for the rest of the year. So, he was busy fixing carburetors and axles day in and day out. But, he finally had the night off, and he had plans. BriarRose was an establishment highly recommended by a certain friend of his who knew his, not so ‘normal’ tastes. He took a cab to the place, not knowing if he wanted to drink yet or not, the driver giving him a funny look when he stated his destination. Gladiolus simply glared at him, and didn’t tip him when they arrived.

 

He had tried to look decent for once, foregoing his normal oil stained shirt and jeans for a long sleeved button down and a nice pair of black slacks. The look, painstakingly put together for him by his best friend, was a bit ruined by the fact that his footwear was an old but clean pair of work boots. His hair was styled around his face instead of off it like normal, his piercings for once in place while he was out and about. Ignis had been rather proud of his handiwork. Gladiolus was thankful for it though, as he walked through the door into a much more upscale place than he’d thought it would be. He knew Nyx had said he would need to look nice, but daaamn.

 

He was greeted by someone he could only call a bellhop, the young man led him to the counter, where everything was explained to him by a cute young woman who was more into checking him out than doing her job. He looked over the portfolio of available dancers, none caught his interest until his gaze was arrested by blue eyes the likes of which he’d never seen before, surrounded by feathered blonde hair.

 

The girl finally realized he was staring and looked at the photo herself, a large smile graced her lips, “Ooh, good choice. Silver is one of the best!” She openly looked him up and down again, “You may even get an extra bang for your buck.”

 

Gladiolus wasn’t really sure what she meant by that last part, but he knew he’d picked who he wanted. “Are they available?”

 

She quickly referenced her computer and then smiled back up at him, “He should be available in about twenty minutes, you can wait in the lounge if you’d like?”

 

Gladiolus nodded, handed over his money, and went to wait.

 

The place, as described, was upscale. If one didn't know what they were walking into, they'd assume they were stepping into a resort, complete with a bar and lounge area. Adding to the atmosphere, a smooth jazz band played on the lounge's stage, while women served drinks.

Gladio would be offered a seat at the bar or booth to watch the show until his wait was over.

About 20 or so minutes later, he'd be tapped on the shoulder. "Silver is ready for you now, sir. Right this way. " he'd be guided through a long hall, passing numbered doors until he'd find himself at Silver's door. Opening the door, he'd be greeted by the blond he picked, and inside the room he was guided.

"Well. Never seen you before. What brings you to the ol rose?" Silver smiled, closing the door behind him.

 

The wait had been pleasant all things considered, but he was glad to leave it behind as he came face to face with an angel borne to Earth. He gaped at him, really hoping he didn’t look like some kind of fish, as he was welcomed into the room. Gathering his wits he tried his best to keep his voice level as he answered him, that smile nearly melted him though. “A friend recommended the place, and, as I needed to get away, I decided now was a good time to come.”

 

"Needed to get away huh? Work? School?" he asked. It was typical to make small talk as he chose the music that set the mood. The setup of the room was that of bedroom, as in there was a bed, but also a pole in the center of the room as well as a couch for the customer.

Prompto chose this room for convenience, knowing he'd offer extra services after his dance. Everything he chose from the room to his wardrobe had a purpose.

 

"Sit. Tell me all about your day, big guy."

 

Oh, he could listen to this man speak all day. “Yeah, I work at the Brooklyn Garage, we’ve been swamped with repair work on classic cars for the last week. It wouldn’t be so bad if the owners didn’t nitpick every little detail.”

 

He shook his head as he sat on the couch, mesmerized by every move the other man made. He didn’t even realize he was staring. What Gladiolus *had* noticed was the bed. He’d been expecting a pole to be in the room somewhere, the bed was unexpected. “I figured after working overtime every day this week, taking my normal afternoon off would be a wise idea before I exploded at someone.”

 

His hips had a natural sway, not exaggerated, but something that accentuated  the rhythm of his walk, leading the eye over the curve of his hips. The music started, and as Gladio talked, Prompto began his dance, yet still held up the conversation. He found that clients liked it more when he listened to them, offering feedback and even advice.

He moved closer, dipping his body between the man's legs and coming back up just so his bottom would lightly graze his crotch. Some dancers had a 'look but don't touch policy', but he didn't mind. In fact, he encouraged the man running his hands over him if he pleased, even stating so during his teasing little sways and rolls of his body towards him.

 

Gladiolus was dying, he was sure of it, he watched Silver dance and tried his best not to drool. He’d never met such a gorgeous man before, and the way he moved... well it gave Gladiolus’ mind far too many ideas. He swallowed hard enough he was sure people in the next county could hear it when the man’s ass came into contact with his already overly tight slacks.

 

He bit the inside of his bottom lip and tried not to groan as the vision before actually gave his twitching fingers permission to touch him. But, as Gladiolus was sure that would be a bad idea, as he wasn’t sure how much control he actually had over himself at the moment, he simply balled his hands at his sides and watched.

 

"Ya know. My services extend beyond just a dance." he slid into his lap, straddling him. "How about it, Mister? What better way to get over a stressful week." he cooed, caressing his chest.

 

Gladiolus gulped as Silver straddled his lap, that was certainly NOT something he’d been expecting when he decided to come here. Watch one or more (hopefully) beautiful men dance, sure, potentially get laid? Nope, wasn’t on the radar. Honestly, he would love to say yes. Absolutely wanted to find out just how well this man’s body fit against his own, as it seemed he was the perfect fit for his lap. The problem was that he wasn’t exactly comfortable having sex with someone he didn’t know, no matter how gorgeous they were.

 

With a sigh and an apologetic look he brought his hands to Silver’s hips and lifted him off and to the side, placing him down on the couch beside him. “Sorry, you’re gorgeous, and I want to, but, I can’t. I just can’t bring myself to... um, do that kind of stuff with someone I don’t know.”

 

He was blushing a deep red and looking down at his lap embarrassed by the time he finished speaking. He’d been told on numerous occasions that he looked like someone who slept around a  lot. The reality was the exact opposite, to the point of virginity. When you grew up in Brooklyn, being different was pretty frowned upon. He had quickly learned to make it seem like his appreciative glances at guys he thought were cute, were aimed at girls. He’d even dated one for a while, but she knew he wasn’t actually interested in her and just wanted other guys to leave her alone. It had worked rather well, until she finally fell for someone.

 

"Aw no sweat, big guy. I'm just as happy dancing for ya." he winked, standing back up.  He was flattered though. Being called gorgeous was always nice.

He resumed his dance. "It's not often someone as hot as you stroll in here. "he offered his compliments. "A working man. My kinda guy. Don't mind getting to know ya."

 

Gladiolus looked up at him with a weak smile before getting sucked into watching the man move again. He settled back into his seat, a blush darkening his face again as the other spoke. He certainly wouldn’t mind getting to know him better. Though, he wasn’t sure how his brain was supposed to function enough to get to know him with him dancing like that. “I would like that.”

 

"So, uh..." he kept dancing as he spoke. "Where ya from?  Got any family in town?" he meant it when he said he'd get to know him, though it'd start off small.

 

Gladiolus’ gaze was drawn to Silver’s mouth when he spoke, “I, um, I’m from here. Born and raised. I’ve still got my father and younger sister around to bother me.” A soft smile graced his face as he mentioned them, “What about you?”