THE GENTLEMEN'S CLUB
Corey

Written by Lady Poetess
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story has no resemblance to anyone dead or alive.


ONE

"Watch me. Name your mark," Drew King Fisher Daniel stated
confidently.

"Don't do it, Wesley. He'll do it alright and you'll lose your
money," Jesse Bradford warned Wesley Cotton. "I've seen him in
action and he will fucking damn well win the bet."

Wesley Cotton wasn't a man who give too much thought over his
actions, however. He rarely listened to caution. He drove fast,
loved hard, and partied hard. Usually his restrain came in the
form of his partner Bryce, but tonight Bryce was across the
country in a swim tournament down in Florida. Wesley's interest in
playing the field had long ceased now that he was with Bryce but
he was still a devil to be reckoned with when it came to creating
trouble in parties.

Jesse Bradford knew Wesley superficially since they were both wild
and carousing bachelors looking only for a good time and their
friendship became more concrete only they both settled down and
Jesse stopped running away from his life by traveling to countries
he didn't particularly enjoy visiting. Now that he divided his
life between NYC where his boyfriend Scott lived and in DC where
he was using his family's political connections to make life a
little more colorful for the Democrats that took him on as their
intern, he knew Wesley better and became closer to Wesley's
friends in the process. Jesse had been through some wild times but
he was actually ready to cringe at some of the mischief Wesley
could get into. Anyone who made videos of guys behaving like
idiots in public would come on the spot if he or she met Wesley.

Wesley Cotton had mellowed considerably since Bryce Johnston came
into his life, but he had no compunctions of throwing the first
punch in a brawl. Right now he was gleefully making a foolish bet
with Drew Daniel, the deceptively angelic fresh-faced cute guy
who, in the one month he had been in town, had left a trail of
broken hearts and furious souls vowing payback in his wake. Wesley
had apparently forgotten that it was a bet that caused Wesley to
become infatuated with Bryce despite Wesley's best intentions. Or
maybe Wesley never learned anything from that bet since he never
viewed the subsequent fallout as undesirable. Hell, maybe Wesley
thought he was doing Drew a favor!

"That guy," Wesley said, ignoring Jesse and gesturing towards the
man in question with his hand that was holding his drink. "His
underwear as proof. And you have one hour."

"Jesus fucking Christ," Jesse exclaimed when he saw the man Wesley
was drawing into the bet without the man's knowledge. "Drew,
don't. That's Corey Sevier. He'll really kill you when he finds
out what you two are doing."

"Who is he?" Drew asked, giving the guy a closer study. "He's the
new bouncer, right?"

"Ask Wesley," Jesse asked pointedly. "Wesley was the one who
persuaded George to give Corey a job in this club after no one
would hire Corey. He was just released from the can for
manslaughter. Killed a man when he was sixteen and recently
released on parole."

"He's innocent," Wesley said defensively. "I believe him when he
says so. We grew up together and I know him, he won't kill unless
he is forced into it, like any of us would."

"Fascinating," Drew said, his expression now of unabashed
curiosity. "He really has a dangerous vibe about him. He looks
like the devil. Maybe he'll need to know an angel to cheer himself
up."

"You're no angel," Jesse pointed out with a snort.

"But I bring benediction to the lonely and in need everywhere,"
Drew said with an arrogant smirk. "And this Corey looks like a man
in need of salvation." To Wesley, he nodded. "One hour. Prepare to
pay up."

Jesse watched as Drew pushed through the crowd towards Corey
Sevier. "I don't understand. Why are you setting your friend up
with the devil like the Kingfisher? Drew will only bring him
grief."

"Who says I want to bring Corey pain? I know Corey. He'll be good
for Drew just as Drew will be good for Corey."

"But..." Jesse sighed in exasperation at Wesley's smug face. "Why
can't you just introduce them like normal people, Wesley?" asked
Jesse after draining his glass.

"Because if this backfires, I can pass this off as a stupid bet.
But trust me, Jesse, this will be fun."

Jesse didn't have much faith in his friend's words.





TWO

Corey Sevier was relieved when Donald showed up. He wasted nearly
an hour past his shift and he had to make the paper route at four
as always. Since he wasn't getting paid for working overtime, his
temper was slowly bubbling into a boil when Donald showed up. The
sight of the man quickly defused Corey's temper and Corey counted
to ten, like the prison counselor advised him to. He could now go
home, sleep for two hours, and then dash for his paper route
before working at the K-Mart near his place for the rest of the
day. There was no need to blow a fuse. He gave the obviously
inebriated Donald a pleasant greeting he didn't mean and the man
didn't hear, grab his coat, and dashed out of the club to the
street where his bike was waiting to take him home.

"Hey there! Can you spare a minute?"

Corey turned, a "Sure" on his lips, only to have the word die as
his mouth fell open at the sight of the man walking towards him.
His first thought was that an angel had come down from the heavens
to find him. Corey didn't know why any angel would bothered with
him, so this person had to be mortal, a beautiful, angelic mortal
with an open and very handsome boyish face that seemed to hid
nothing and radiated only honesty. A very desirable angel, Corey's
treacherous libido assured him, as Corey's eyes greedily -
reluctantly - moved away from the man's face to drink in the sight
of that tightly-muscled physique obvious under form-fitting shirt
and tight jeans. Here was a man with the face of an angel and a
body made to sin, with lips so luscious that Corey ached to nibble
on them just as his cock ached to have those lips on it.

Corey would be comforted to know that the other man was equally
dazzled by the instantaneous sexual attraction between them. Drew
had a simple plan of seduction formed in his head, but his plan
was forgotten as he gazed upon Corey Sevier. Up close, Corey's
face was fascinating. Gorgeous, yes, but Corey's beauty came from
his strong cheekbones and firm jaw that bestowed on Corey an
aristocratic majesty that Drew was drawn starkly to. Corey was a
little too thin, but his simple T-shirt hugged his body tight,
revealing a well-muscled body, while his jeans mould nicely around
a well-developed basket and muscular thighs. Drew didn't care
about seduction. His body was melting with need even as his mind
sizzled with primitive instincts he wasn't even aware that he had.
This wasn't seduction as much as he was a man feeling the powerful
biological urge to mate and be dominated by a more powerful male.
He could only whisper, "Fuck me!" to Corey as he hurried his pace
and threw himself into Corey's arms.

Corey took him against the wall in the alley. Drew pressed his
front hard against the wall, his shirt pulled up until his armpits
as he pressed his palms against the wall, not caring that the
roughness of the wall was scraping his chest as he thrust his
buttocks high and met Corey's every wild and hard thrust from
behind. Drew had many cocks up his ass, some bigger, some smaller
than Corey's, but fuck size - it was Corey's masterful fucking
that had Drew coming like he never had. Corey's right hand reached
around Drew to roughly pinch Drew's nipple as the man's other hand
gripped the man's left buttcheek and squeezed a handful of hard,
taut meaty flesh with each inward stroke of Corey's cock into
Drew's heated anus. Drew groaned harshly as he entered an orgasm
that shattered his control. Corey's cock throb and the first of
the man's molten ejaculation gushed in fiery spurts into Drew's
male womb as he joined Drew in a shattering climax.

Drew was laughing as he clung to Corey and Corey sped down the
road a few minutes later. Wesley and Jesse saw them as they
emerged from the club, and Wesley shot Jesse a smug look. Jesse
cursed and dug into his pocket for his wallet.



Corey was aware that Drew could very well spell trouble for him.
He was an ex-con fresh out of the can looking hard for a way to
rebuild his life. Drew was a very rich, spoiled twenty-two year
old kid who had just graduated from college and was now at a stage
in his life where he didn't know what he wanted to do. He was like
those kids back when Corey was a teenager, back before he was
convincted, rich kids who saw Corey as a thrilling way to have fun
and rebel against their parents at the same time. As long as he
didn't fool himself into believing those flings meant anything
more than a quick fuck in the backseat, he was safe. Drew was
different, however, dangerous even. He could draw Corey into
laughter when Corey thought he'd forgotten how to laugh, and Drew
made it very easy for Corey to believe that they would have
something deeper than a fling out of this.

How long had it been? Two days? Drew had groaned when he
discovered the grueling schedule Corey had, but he'd only laughed
when he sleepily joined Corey on his paper trail.

"Why the hell would anyone do this kind of shit?" he asked.

Corey just smiled and kept silent. He was aware of the disparity
between their worlds and in fact, he wanted Drew to be out of his
life. The sex was great but Corey believed that he'd bleed in the
long run if Drew stayed. He was starting to see through Drew's
angelic face to find the spoiled young man who never had to work
for anything in his entire life. That wasn't a condemnation, just
a fact. Drew would soon grow bored with Corey soon enough or
Drew's parents would start believing that Corey was trouble, as
Corey's experiences had shown him. The only difference here was
that Drew charmed and danced circles around Corey, making Corey
believe too easily that Drew cared for him, and Corey knew he had
to stop before he got hurt. Or worse, lose his temper and fuck up
his life again.

It wasn't easy to tell Drew no though. Corey couldn't stop kissing
those succulent lips and dreaming of heaven or pressing his palms
against Drew's chest and marveling at the realization that here
was Drew, vivid and alive, in his arms, kissing him back. "Please
leave," he whispered, begged, between kisses that night. "I can't
see you again, Drew."

Drew, confident in his worth, shrugged, certain that he could
change Corey's mind. "Rubbish," he said determinedly. "Now, let me
see your cock, Corey. I've been dreaming of sucking it all day
long."

Corey groaned. It took nearly more willpower than he had to gently
disengage Drew from his arms. "Drew, listen to me. I enjoy fucking
you. I like you. But I can't see you anymore."

"Why?" Drew demanded. That came out as a soft wail of bewilderment
to his own ears and this stumped him briefly. Drew realized that
he hadn't foreseen the end of this fling, unlike those flings of
his in the past where he was already planning to move on once he'd
made his conquest. He was annoyed, angry even, but maybe he was
angry because he was the one who did the dumping. No one ditched
the Kingfisher, no fucking body, and certainly not Corey! But his
anger deflated as quickly as it arrived and he ran his fingers
wearily through his hair. Should he beg? Should he argue? Suddenly
weary, he just wanted to get out of here. "Okay," he told Corey.
"We'll call this off. It's been fun."

"Yeah," Corey just said tightly.

"You have my phone number." Drew tried to shrug in a nonchalance
he didn't feel. "Anytime you want a fuck, call me, okay?"

"I will think about it," Corey answered. He looked down on his
feet. "I have to wake up early."

"Yeah, the paper route," Drew said. He tried to smile. He
attempted to crack a joke. He just stood at the doorway instead
and gave Corey one last look. Three heartbeats passed before he
quickly walked away. He managed to contain his angry-despairing
sob until the elevator doors shut on him and he slammed his fist
against the wall.




THREE

It came as a shock to Drew when his eyes threatened to water at
the sight of Corey, in that silly uniform, taking orders inside
the restaurant. He had been jumpy this week since his break-up
with Corey and his restlessness only increased when he realized
that Corey had quit bouncing at the club and Drew had no way of
meeting Corey without coming off as a pathetic lovesick dog. He
wasn't lovesick. He didn't miss Corey. If he had lost all interest
in sex even when he had the opportunity since then, it wasn't
because Drew wanted only Corey. No, he didn't threaten to beat the
shit out of Wesley unless Wesley told him where Corey now worked.
He certainly didn't run all the way here like a fool. No, he
didn't miss Corey. He didn't care. He never cared about anybody.

He whispered, "Corey." He couldn't help it. Just the sight of
Corey was enough to make Drew forget that he was a mess these last
few days. His life felt okay again because he could at least see
Corey again.

Corey looked up then as if he'd heard Drew. He saw Drew standing
through the glass pane and hesitated. Drew didn't care. His right
hand pressed against the glass, he could only look his fill of
Corey. Corey, as if in a dream, walked towards Drew. Drew watched,
his breath caught in his throat, as he watched Corey's hand
touched the glass where his hand was. Drew's hand clenched into a
fist and he had to stop himself from trying to smash down the
glass that tried to separate him from Corey's touch. Corey nodded
towards the door. Oh yes, the door. Drew could walk through the
door and see Corey, talk to Corey, breathe in the scent of Corey.
Funny how his brain seemed to forget simple things when all he
could think of was Corey.

"Why did you leave the club? I looked all over for you," Drew told
Corey as Corey packed up to leave for the evening.

"This job pays well enough for me to give up my other jobs," Corey
said. "How are you?"

"I've been through hell, Corey," Drew stated, beyond pride and
caring. "I can't think or sleep because I'm missing you too hard.
What will I have to do to get you back, Corey? And I don't mean
for this week only. I want you back for a few years, maybe for
ever. I have money. You don't have to work, I can support the both
of us. I have access to my trustfund since my twenty-first
birthday, did I tell you that?"

"And what then, Drew? What happens when you realize that you're
bored and want to move on to someone more to your type?" asked
Corey quietly.

"I know I am not the most responsible person. Hell, I always fight
with my parents because I don't want to work at my father's
company like they wanted and I sure as hell don't know what I want
to do on my own. But I'm begging you to give me a chance, Corey.
Trust me, please, to give me a chance at making this right." Drew
got down on his knees on the pavement. "Tell me what I have to do
to win your trust, please, and I'll do it."

Corey moved to sit down beside Drew and gestured the other man to
do the same. On the pavement, among the dirt, the spoiled rich kid
and the man from the wrong side of the streets could finally talk
like equals. "Okay, I'll believe you," Corey told him with a
gentle smile. "I just don't know how we'll work out, but I'll give
my best shot."

Drew gave Corey a look. "Would you tell me why you kill someone?
Just in case my parents ask."

Corey chuckled without much humor. "My father killed a man in a
fight. He was drunk. I confessed to the act and took the hit for
my father."

"Where is he now?"

"Drunk himself to death, I hear." Corey shrugged. "He never wrote
or visited."

"I'm sorry," said Drew quietly.

"Nah, don't be. I made my decision so I'll have to live with it. I
love that bastard, I don't know why, even if he didn't deserve any
of it." Corey sighed. He turned to Drew. "I've never told anyone
this, not even to Wesley." He bit his lower lip. "All I want now
is to catch up on things. I missed out on seven years in my life.
I want to get an honest job, have people stop seeing me as a no-
good scumbag, and maybe have a few people in my life who will even
care for me." He smiled at a memory. "I wrote to someone while I
was in prison and we exchanged letters. He told me that it was
better to live life and die without any regrets, and I think he's
right. I had almost died a few times back there and I knew I
didn't want to die like that - alone with people either not caring
or thinking me a murderer. I want to get out, be clean, and be
someone I can be proud of."

"Who's that someone?" asked Drew.

"I dunno where he is now. We lost contact when I got into trouble
with the warden and he stopped letters from coming to me, among
other things. I guess he assumed that I lost interest in writing
to him because he soon stopped writing. I wanted to write to him
now that I'm out of there but I don't really dare to. I mean, what
will happen if we somehow meet and I am not good enough to him?"

"What's his name?" Drew asked. He knew everyone that mattered in
this place at least by name. He was, after all, the son of one of
the richest men in America and he was a very sociable young man.

"Tobey Maguire."

Drew had to laugh. "You're in luck, Corey. I know how to find
Tobey."

"Really? What does he do? Is he a teacher? I always thought he's
some sort of preacher."

Drew grinned at Corey. "He's better than a preacher. He's very
rich and he's also suffering from a huge guilt complex that
happens to every one out of ten rich idiots in this country. He
makes money very easily due to some devil's luck in investments
and he gives most of them to charities, many of which he plays an
active organizational role in. Hell, I know he participates in
penpal programs with prisoners, orphans, and every fucking body
who wants a penpal. I never thought that you'd be one of his
penpals. What I'm saying, Corey, is that you're a very lucky man.
You have me, of course, but that aside, if you want someone to
help you, Tobey is that fellow. He's especially generous in
helping a fellow gay man down on his luck. Today is your lucky
day."

"No, I just want to meet him and say thank you, Drew. I can do
well on my own. I have to." Corey smiled at Drew. "I have to prove
to myself that I can be someone." He caught Drew's expression.
"What is it, Drew?"

"I don't whether to laugh or cry." Drew placed his hand over
Corey's and squeezed it briefly. "I have never thought of what
it's like to be if I'm not who I am. I mean, only a few days ago I
was thinking that I really should just move out and stop talking
with my parents because they are such nags. It seemed like a dream
then, you know, to have no parents to tell me what to do, treat me
like a kid. I guess they're right. I'm just a kid."

"Drew - "

"No, I know what I am. I bummed my way through school, knowing
that my father would make sure I graduate from college by donating
a few hundred grand to the college when I'm in danger of dropping
out. I've always cared more for sleeping around or partying like
hell until I couldn't stand on my feet anymore. You make me
feel... I don't know, humbled, I think. I have never felt like
this before so I don't know what I'm feeling, but I want to get a
job and show you that I'm more than just a rich, spoiled kid. But
I don't know how, Corey. And I'm scared that you'll get tired of
me because I'm a spoiled kid and send me away." Drew gave Corey a
pleading look. "You're wiser than me, so tell me, Corey, what
should I do?"

"I don't know," Corey said honestly. "I'm scared."

"I'm scared too. When I first got out of that place, I was
actually afraid to leave because I was terrified of what will
happen to me out here. I don't know how to stop feeling scared,
because I am fucking well scared. I don't know whether I will have
a job tomorrow or whether I will piss of my parole officer. Or
whether your parents will hate me and use my past to make life
hell for me. Or whether I will still be with you next month. But I
know that I can only deal with these things when they happen. It's
all about taking chances."

"And you're taking a chance on me," concluded Drew. He smiled
weakly. "You know what I'll do?"

"No, what?"

"I'll tell my parents that I will start working with Dad. I'll
tell them about you and this conversation I am having with you
now. Hopefully that will tell them that you're the good guy here
and get them off your back. And we'll see each other until we
decide that it's good to start living together, and then we'll
plan on where we would live. But there's no hurry, we'll take it
slow, and it'll be good, I hope."

"Looks like you're more mature than you think," Corey pointed out.

"Nah, I'm just repeating what Wesley did with Bryce. Wesley moved
in with Bryce three months after they agreed to go steady, so I'm
sure that plan is as good as any."

Corey laughed. "Wesley, huh? I don't know whether I should be
scared that you're making him your role model."

"But we're good?" Drew asked hopefully.

"Yeah, we're good," Corey assured him. He got on his feet and
offered his hand to Drew. When Drew took it, he helped the man
onto his feet and into his embrace. "We'll be very good."

"I hope not," Drew murmured with a mischievous glint in his eye.
"I don't want a well-behaved gentleman in my bed. Never liked
those men and sent them packing before breakfast."

Corey pulled his key from his jacket pocket. "Then you better get
your ass on my bike so that I can get you back to my place and
show you how bad I can be, babe."

Drew punched the air with his fist and happily did as Corey
ordered.