Story is set in the same universe as Neighbour (ZoSan) (because that's my thing apparently XD)

Thanks MyLadyDay for suggesting the title and giving suggestions ^^

Catching Fire

"When you said we were going to a strip club, I was assuming there would be, you know, women," Thatch said, looking around hesitantly. Everywhere he looked were scantily dressed men walking around and dancing. He quickly draught the remainder of his beer and asked the waiter in the leather thong for another one.

"Will you quit your complaining? We're here for Marco's birthday," Izo snapped, though he was obviously enjoying himself with the stripper in his lap.

"But Marco enjoys boobs as well," Thatch whined, almost wincing when one of the entertainers offered him a lap dance. He didn't know how much more of this he could take. He needed his friend to be on his side. "Don't you, Marco? Marco?"

But the blonde man wasn't listening. His eyes were glued to the stripper currently on stage. The muscular man was sliding down the pole upside down like it was nothing, before flipping over and landing gracefully on his feet. He flipped his ebony hair back, revealing a cheerful freckled face. He smiled at the crowd, while he took the pole in one hand and lowering himself sensually. Arching his back he straightened again, his eyes scanning the cheering crowd. His dark eyes landed on Marco, his smile turning into a smirk.

The blond forgot to breath when they made eye contact and the beautiful man on stage hooked his leg around the stripper pole and twirled around it, like this show was just for him. His mouth had gone completely dry, all his reservations about going to a strip club forgotten. The raven haired stripper was perfect. His upper body was trained to resemble like a Greek god and the shorts he was wearing hung low enough to reveal the beginning of the V-shaped muscles.

Izo couldn't suppress a chuckle when he saw his friend gawking at the performer. "I think I already know who you're getting a lap dance from… Happy birthday, Marco."