Setting a glass of wine down, Sex spoke. "Hey, you want to come into the back room?"

A cute guy with curly brown hair looked up from his own drink. "Um, hi?"

"Hi. You coming?"

He shut his eyes and pressed one set of fingertips to his left temple. "As soon as you tell me that you're not really Robert Moffatt."

"Oh, I'm not. I'm Bob."

Raising an eyebrow, he looked up incredulously. "That's a huge difference."

"You're right, it is."

"Right, Bob."

"So, what's your name?"

"Joseph."

Bob took a lingering sip of his wine. "Can I call you Joe?"

The man shrugged. "I'd almost rather prefer it."

"Well then, Joe... Would you like to come into the back room with me?"

Joe gulped down the rest of his drink and took a final look around the bar full of only men. "Sure?"

Bob smiled. "Good. Follow me."

Stumbling up from his chair, Joe followed the sway of Bob's slender hips with his eyes and his pelvis. "Whatever you want."

After making their way through the maze of tables, Bob pushed open a black door and Joe followed him inside.

The hallway just beyond the door was smoky and dark and full of moans. Bob disregarded the atmosphere, grabbing Joe's hand and pulling him to the final door in the hallway. "This one is mine. Best there is."

 Joe stopped in the doorway, his mouth agape. He'd never before actually been invited to one of the back rooms.

Bob pulled him in further, shutting the door behind him and locking it. Joe wandered over and sat on the large silk-swathed bed in the middle of the room. "So, uh, this is your place?"

Bob walked toward him slowly. "For a couple hours a night, yeah. Sometimes I come here to write. Sometimes I see something I like."

Joe's eyes widened as Bob sat down next to him. "Oh, yeah? Like..." He was cut off when Bob quickly pressed his lips to Joe's.

"Like you," Bob whispered huskily, pulling away after a moment, his brown eyes shining.

Joe panted softly. "Wow. Um, thanks?"

Bob only smiled and pulled him into another kiss, pushing him down onto the bed, slowly, at the same time.

Joe moaned through the kiss, as Bob's hands softly ran up and down his sides.

Bob kissed down Joe's neck to his collarbone. "Hey, you ever been back here before?"

Joe shook his head, trying not to let loose with the whimper that was threatening to escape. "No."

Bob's eyes widened slightly. "Really? A hot guy like you? I'd have thought you spent most of your time back here."

Joe blushed. "Thanks again, but...I haven't really been coming here that long..."

Bob licked his lips and straddled the other boy. "I know exactly how long you've been coming here. I saw you your first night here. If I hadn't been in a relationship, I would have tried to pick you up then. But, no, Taylor had a little something against threesomes."

Joe nodded, his eyes searching Bob's face. "So you would have...?" he started, a little unsure.

Bob kissed him again. "Oh, definitely. You are hot. There's no denying that. I just had to get up the courage to ask. I'm glad I did."

"You don't look like someone who needs a lot of courage." Joe smiled, placing his hands on the boy's knees.

"You don't look like someone who says yes so quickly."

"I don't, usually."

Another kiss. "That's what I figured. That's why I hesitated. But, I'm glad I asked and even more glad you said yes."

Joe moaned a little when Bob ground into him, as he sat back up. "Yeah, me too," he said finally, smiling.

Bob's hands travelled down Joe's sides, grasping the bottom of his tight shirt and beginning the removal. "Yay. Now, if you don't mind, let's get each other naked because just looking at you is almost enough to bring me off."

Joe shook his head. "Not a problem for me." He propped himself up a little, allowing Bob to remove the shirt.

Once his shirt was off, Joe reached over and grabbed Bob's tight white t-shirt and pulled it up over the drummer's head. "But, that was."

Bob smiled, leaning down to meet Joe's mouth in a soft, lingering kiss. "Good." He smiled again.

Joe moaned and reached down again, this time fumbling with Bob's belt. "Very good."

Bob smiled. "Here." He moved Joe's hands and went to work on the buckle himself.

Joe grinned and undid his own belt, pulling it off and throwing it haphazardly to the other side of the room. "There. That's done too."