mates.”
“I’d say you’re right on the money with that one.”
“It kinda ruined my mood, though. Sucks. Let’s leave and go to the Cobalt, okay?”
“This is your city, so lead on!”
Darren told Blake they wanted to leave. “Let’s go to the Cobalt on R Street Northwest, okay?”
“You got it.”
The group made their way to the door, where the bouncers made a path for them. They got into their vehicles and left. When they pulled up in front of the Cobalt, the same parking problem existed.
They double-parked again and went into the bar that was pulsating with house music and crawling with hot guys. The club tried to collect a cover charge on everyone, but the Secret Service detail leader talked with the manager, and they were waved in. The detail never paid entrance fees when they were protecting someone.
“This is Dupont Circle, one of Washington’s gay areas, and as you can see, it attracts all the pretty boys. Just look at ’em!” Darren said.
“It would only be fair, since they’ve been staring at us since we walked in. That fellow hasn’t taken his eyes off your crotch.”
“Great! That’s the kind of attention I like, not like that asshole in the last bar,” Darren said. “This is a great song! Let’s dance.”
Michael took Darren’s hand, and they edged onto the dance floor, staying in full view of the agents. They rocked out to the music, and the other dancers moved back a bit to watch them. A man rushed up to Darren, agitating the Secret Service, but Darren waved them off.
“Darren! Oh my God, I haven’t seen you since the night we went out!” the man said as he threw his arms around Darren.
“Eric, good to see you too. This is my boyfriend, Michael. Michael, this is Eric, an old friend,” Darren said over the music.
“Glad to meet you. You’re boyfriends? Wow, you make a hot couple.”
“Pleased to meet you.” Michael smiled.
“Is that an English accent I hear?” Eric asked.
“Yes, afraid so, mate.”
“How fucking sexy! Darren, where did you find him?”
“Look, why don’t you come over to our table when we’re through dancing?”
“Sure, hot stuff. See you in a bit,” Eric said as he ate Darren up with his eyes.
When Eric was gone, Michael said, “I’d say he still has the hots for you!”
“I’m taken,” Darren said.
“You’re damn right you are!”
They danced until they were drenched in sweat, and then Michael took Darren’s hand and led him to their table. Their drinks were diluted with water from the melted ice cubes, so they ordered fresh ones. As the waiter returned, Eric found them and sat down.
“You two danced hot and sexy out there!” Eric said. “It was a pleasure to watch. Now tell me, Darren, where did you meet this incredible guy?”
“We met in London and have been seeing each other for a while now.”
“That’s so sweet. I guess you’re here for your mother’s wedding? It’s the hottest ticket in town.”
“Yeah, we flew in today, and our schedule is pretty full until we leave, so we decided to hit the bars tonight.”
“Where else have you been?” Eric asked.
“Well, we were at Town Danceboutique, but we left after a minor disturbance.”
“What happened? That place always has good energy.”
“A guy was pissed that we jumped the line. When he got in, he came up to me and started to give me major shit. He started to punch me, but my bodyguards took care of him.”
“That sucks, but I’m glad you had protection. So, Michael, have you gotten used to the things that come with dating the son of a president?”
“Because of my position, I’m already used to this life, so I fit right into Darren’s routine with no problem.”
“Oh? What do you do for a living?”
“You don’t have to answer that,” Darren told Michael.
“Why not? Our picture will probably be in the papers, and the secret will be out then anyway.” Michael looked at Eric. “I’m Prince Michael, by the way.”
“What?
“I’d say you’re right on the money with that one.”
“It kinda ruined my mood, though. Sucks. Let’s leave and go to the Cobalt, okay?”
“This is your city, so lead on!”
Darren told Blake they wanted to leave. “Let’s go to the Cobalt on R Street Northwest, okay?”
“You got it.”
The group made their way to the door, where the bouncers made a path for them. They got into their vehicles and left. When they pulled up in front of the Cobalt, the same parking problem existed.
They double-parked again and went into the bar that was pulsating with house music and crawling with hot guys. The club tried to collect a cover charge on everyone, but the Secret Service detail leader talked with the manager, and they were waved in. The detail never paid entrance fees when they were protecting someone.
“This is Dupont Circle, one of Washington’s gay areas, and as you can see, it attracts all the pretty boys. Just look at ’em!” Darren said.
“It would only be fair, since they’ve been staring at us since we walked in. That fellow hasn’t taken his eyes off your crotch.”
“Great! That’s the kind of attention I like, not like that asshole in the last bar,” Darren said. “This is a great song! Let’s dance.”
Michael took Darren’s hand, and they edged onto the dance floor, staying in full view of the agents. They rocked out to the music, and the other dancers moved back a bit to watch them. A man rushed up to Darren, agitating the Secret Service, but Darren waved them off.
“Darren! Oh my God, I haven’t seen you since the night we went out!” the man said as he threw his arms around Darren.
“Eric, good to see you too. This is my boyfriend, Michael. Michael, this is Eric, an old friend,” Darren said over the music.
“Glad to meet you. You’re boyfriends? Wow, you make a hot couple.”
“Pleased to meet you.” Michael smiled.
“Is that an English accent I hear?” Eric asked.
“Yes, afraid so, mate.”
“How fucking sexy! Darren, where did you find him?”
“Look, why don’t you come over to our table when we’re through dancing?”
“Sure, hot stuff. See you in a bit,” Eric said as he ate Darren up with his eyes.
When Eric was gone, Michael said, “I’d say he still has the hots for you!”
“I’m taken,” Darren said.
“You’re damn right you are!”
They danced until they were drenched in sweat, and then Michael took Darren’s hand and led him to their table. Their drinks were diluted with water from the melted ice cubes, so they ordered fresh ones. As the waiter returned, Eric found them and sat down.
“You two danced hot and sexy out there!” Eric said. “It was a pleasure to watch. Now tell me, Darren, where did you meet this incredible guy?”
“We met in London and have been seeing each other for a while now.”
“That’s so sweet. I guess you’re here for your mother’s wedding? It’s the hottest ticket in town.”
“Yeah, we flew in today, and our schedule is pretty full until we leave, so we decided to hit the bars tonight.”
“Where else have you been?” Eric asked.
“Well, we were at Town Danceboutique, but we left after a minor disturbance.”
“What happened? That place always has good energy.”
“A guy was pissed that we jumped the line. When he got in, he came up to me and started to give me major shit. He started to punch me, but my bodyguards took care of him.”
“That sucks, but I’m glad you had protection. So, Michael, have you gotten used to the things that come with dating the son of a president?”
“Because of my position, I’m already used to this life, so I fit right into Darren’s routine with no problem.”
“Oh? What do you do for a living?”
“You don’t have to answer that,” Darren told Michael.
“Why not? Our picture will probably be in the papers, and the secret will be out then anyway.” Michael looked at Eric. “I’m Prince Michael, by the way.”
“What?
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