The sound of the music thumping combined with the scents and sights in the club— various colognes tinged with sweat, sex and alcohol, men gathered in corners and tables, many whose faces were glowing with impending sexual release—usually Xavier was immune to it, pretty much. But tonight it was calling to him, the need to join that mass of pleasure-seeking people even if it was just to hit the dance floor for an hour or two. So much for bitching about what The Xxchange has become. I may have wanted this to be a classier place, at least a little, but right now it seems like just the right club for me. It had been a long time since Xavier had bothered with picking anyone up. There’d been a glut of it at first, with Xavier mowing through willing men like a scythe through grass. It had got old after a while though, and he’d had to step back and reconsider what he wanted in life. Turns out it hadn’t been a near-constant string of one night stands. And tonight was an odd mix of emotions for him.
