Galaxy's Heart

Prologue Galaxy Winthrop nervously clutched his friend’s arm. “Are you sure we can get in?” “Relax, dude, we’ve got the best fake IDs around,” Tony Cassidy said with a huge grin. “These babies would fool even your own mother.” Galaxy glanced around the others in line waiting to get into the gay club, Monty’s. Many of the others standing around were dressed more like Tony than himself. All black clothes, eyeliner, and full of ennui. Then there were guys dressed in pinks and purples and even sparkles. A few drag queens as well. Galaxy only saw a handful dressed in blue jeans and a T-shirt like him. “Check that guy out,” Tony whispered directly in his ear. His friend bumped him with a hip. Ahead of them by a few patrons, waiting to get in, was a dark haired muscular guy, very macho looking. Dressed in jeans, a white shirt, and a leather jacket. Galaxy guessed maybe the guy was ten years older than his twenty. He was staring directly at Galaxy. “That guy has been lusting after you since we got in line.” He felt himself blush. “No, he hasn’t.” Tony snorted. “Dude, I know lust when I see it. He wants to f**k you.” “Oh, my God, Tony, geez.” Galaxy looked away, hoping like hell the guy didn’t hear what his friend said. “What? What?” “Can you just shut it?” Tony smirked. “Didn’t we come here to get laid? I know I did. Rugged dudes like him go for the sweet, little boyish twink types like you.” “I’m not—” “Yeah, yeah, whatever. When we get in there, if that dude wants to split with you just give me the signal so I’ll know and won’t look for you.” “I’m not going home with some stranger, Tony.” “Well, I sure as hell am. Look, we’ve been planning this for weeks. Blow jobs and hand jobs aren’t cutting it anymore. I want to get seriously f****d. You said you did, too.” Galaxy bit his lip. “I do. I’m just…I don’t want to get in any trouble.” “Life is risk, babe. But I got good vibes about tonight. We’re both going to get laid and nothing bad will happen.” Tony put his arm around Galaxy’s shoulders and leaned in close. Galaxy could smell the pot Tony had smoked before they’d got there. “You’re my best friend. I got your back.” By the time they got into the club—and Tony was right, they did get in with no trouble—the loud blaring disco music was giving Galaxy a headache. That and an extreme case of nerves. Tony was the one who’d planned this adventure for them. He just went along with it. He felt like Ethel to Tony’s Lucy. “Look at that blond god at the bar,” Tony squealed, digging his fingers into Galaxy’s arm. A guy with shoulder length blond hair sat at the far end of the bar. “I’m so getting him to buy me a drink.” “Tony, wait.” But it was too late, of course; his friend had already headed off in the guy’s direction. “Hello.” Galaxy turned to see who was speaking to him and found himself face to face with the guy from outside in the line. The guy had killer sapphire blue eyes. He was a good two inches taller than his own six-one. And really good-looking from up close. Like a movie star or something. “Uh, hi.” The guy smiled and held out his hand. “I’m Adam.” “Galaxy.” He shook the guy’s hand. “Excuse me?” His cheeks heated. “Um, yeah, parents. What can I say?” “Say no more. Are you with that guy I saw you standing with?” “Tony? Yeah. No. Well, not with. I mean we’re friends. Just friends. He’s not my boyfriend or anything. I don’t have one. A boyfriend, I mean.” He was babbling, wasn’t he? Adam smiled. “Can I buy you a drink?” “To be honest, I’m not much of a drinker.” Galaxy inwardly groaned. This guy was going to think he was a total i***t and run for the exit. Or some other hot guy. Not that he was a hot guy. “Galaxy?” Oh, God, the guy had been talking, hadn’t he? And Galaxy had totally missed whatever he said because he couldn’t stop babbling even in his head. “You okay?” Adam frowned. “Sorry, yes. I’m fine. You were saying?” “Want to dance?” “I’m not much of a dancer.” Oh, for God’s sake. Why didn’t someone just shoot him? “I see. All right. I’ll leave you alone. I get it.” “Get what?” “You’re not interested,” Adam said. “No, I am,” Galaxy blurted out. “I’m just…nervous. This isn’t really my thing.” The smile returned to Adam’s face. “Then why did you come here?” “Tony wanted to.” Adam laughed. “Ah. Want to go get some coffee or something?” “Yeah,” he said, before he chickened out. “Let me just tell my friend, okay?” “I’ll wait by the door.” Determined to ignore the nervous fluttering in his stomach, Galaxy scooted past several guys, some of whom pinched his ass as he went by, to the end of the bar. Tony’s dyed black head was bowed low as he appeared to be listening intently to whatever the Norse god said. He tugged on Tony’s sleeve. Tony glanced at him and smiled. “Hey, babe.” The blond dude scowled. “What the f**k—” “Cool it, handsome. This is my main man. What’s up, sweetness?” Tony asked. “I’m going to head out.” “Head out? Already?” Tony whistled. “You work fast? Not the dude from the line?” “Uh-huh.” His friend chuckled. “Told you he wanted to f**k you.” “I don’t know if that’s even going to happen. We’re going for coffee. And could you not shout it?” Tony laughed again unrepentantly. “See you in the morning. I should have some stories for you, too.” Galaxy eyed the blond who had his hand on Tony’s ass. “Be careful, okay?” “Scout’s honor.” Tony winked. He leaned over and kissed his friend on the cheek. “See you tomorrow.”