Thread: A Glimmer in the Darkness (Translucentfeathers&ScarletQueen)

Another day, another life saved, another date stood up one too many times. Thomas knew being an E.R. doctor wouldn't be an easy job. What he never imagined was how much more than sleepless nights and student loans it would cost him. Saying anything at this point wouldn't matter. They had only been dating for two months. Out of which, he had skipped five Friday nights together. It took young Dr. Evans less than two years in his profession to realize that saving a life was no excuse for letting his die. As his lover shouted and made demands, the tall, handsome man didn't speak a word. There were no words that could make this better. The only moment he looked away from the younger, ginger haired man was when he reached into his pocket to light a cigarette, which was promptly snatched away by his furious boyfriend. As soon as it started was as soon as it ended and, once again, the young doctor was left alone with his thoughts, which he was quick to drown in a glass of vodka. There was no need to stress over it. It didn't mean anything, nor was it anything new. All he needed to do was go out and unwind. What better place than his favorite strip club for that? It was already late into the night, but he was certain that he'd be just in time to catch the fun. If there was one thing he loved about New York was how it never seemed to sleep. Bright lights, cars, clubs, they all gave a fun, vibrant light to the night. And after so many years in medical school, who needs to sleep? You learn to run on coffee and adrenaline. That's the best life money can buy. Hopping into the car, Thomas made his way downtown and into the club where he greeted his drinking buddies, none of which were even acquainted but recognized each other by sight. It's not as if he was ready to bare himself to the world just yet. His forest green eyes were quick to scan the stage, but to his dismay, he only caught the last couple of minutes of Adam's dance. Bullocks..., he cursed under his breath, an exasperated sigh escaping his lips. I knew this day would be rubbish. The doctor's voice was dark and husky, marked by a thick London accent. His companions were quick to make fun of him in their drunken state, but he paid them no mind. He had something far more important to do. Being a regular since his arrival to the states two years ago, Thomas had a habit of visiting the club on and off between lovers. A good paying patron like him was always well received and he need only flash some cash to buy himself a little extra time with his favorite dancer. As soon as he paid, he was led to a private room. Dimly lit, soft music, comfortable couch, it all added to the ambience. The exhausted man was quick to drop on the cough, legs spread and arms resting on the back of the couch, his head leaning back and staring at the roof as he waited. It felt like hours, the few minutes he was alone. A place like that? With continuous music and no access to any windows, it was a brilliant way to make people lose track of time. Same antics as a casino... His thoughts were interrupted as soon as Adam made it into the room and the older man's eyes were quick to scan him head to toe, fixing his posture and leaning forward slightly in anticipation. The way Adam moved, the way his eyes lit up when he was dancing, he could tell the man really loved being on the stage. He wasn't a drone, like the other dancers. He had life, passion. There was a time when Thomas' own eyes lit up like that, too. Though that was a long time ago. I'd wait forever for you. The doctor's eyes followed the younger man's every movement. He took in the sight of that bare patch of skin where his opened buttons failed to cover him. He looked at his stride, his smile, his eyes. There seemed to be something different about him tonight, but such thoughts were unnecessary at the moment. I've had the most ludicrous of nights tonight. Won't you help me feel better?, he requested, giving him a halfhearted smile. You're the sexiest man alive. But you know that already, don't you?