It was almost too easy, but that's what made it<i>so good</i>. The icy indifference Eivind maintained with the strippers melted away the moment Blue climbed into his lap, and it was as if all the wolf's young mate had to do was smile sweetly in his direction to get the bearded male all riled up. Valentino watched joyously, amused at how adventurous the young man seemed to be with his irascible older lover. He continued to whisper in Blue's ear, helped him wave his long, elegant torso enticingly before stepping back and settling next to Sig, flirtatiously stroking the little wolf's facial hair.<br/><br/>Blue slid his hands down Eivind's clothed torso, gently rubbing at the erection trapped behind Eivind's jeans. The wolf made no effort to hide his arousal from the other men in the room. Blue liked this; he liked the feeling of the others' eyes on him, liked knowing despite the variety of scantily clad men, Eivind only wanted to stare at him. The wolf held him close, and Blue mewled submissively as he bit at his earlobe. The wolf's growls sent shivers exploding down Blue's arched spine, and he responded instinctively, bending and swaying just in that way he knew his lover liked.<br/><br/>"Oh, is that a threat? Or a promise?" Blue whispered, rosy lips twitching up into a bemused smile. He wanted to keep playing at the stoic vixen, the aloof tease, but it was far too difficult with Eivind. How could he deny the man he craved so desperately every moment of every day? The dancers certainly wouldn't know, and perhaps Sig did or didn't, he couldn't be sure, but Blue knew beneath the sharp and surly exterior there was a lively animal, eager to participate in Blue's little games. Eivind was running hot now; Blue could feel the wolf's heart beating hard in his chest, wild and mad. "You're just gonna have to wait, wolf. Wait, and watch."<br/><br/>He pressed a kiss against Eivind's lips, quick and cruelly brief. Snatching himself away was difficult--Eivind so badly wanted to keep touching--but this was their little bachelor party, their little celebration. Blue wanted it to be memorable. Shirtless, he skipped over to the Sig, Diesel, Ranger and Valentino, waving the boys forward and huddling them close. He spoke in hushed, conspiratorial tones, just enough to be heard above the hypnotic beat of the music.<br/><br/>"Would it be okay if I danced? For him? Like all the way?" Blue asked, nibbling lightly on his lower lip.<br/><br/>The dancers looked to one another, unsure at first. Typically the rules of the club where that the only ones who could get undressed were the performers, but it was difficult to say no to that pretty face, and it<i>was </i>for Eivind, not them. And someone did pay quite a hefty hunk of money to rent the private room for the night.<br/><br/>"Go for it, babe," Diesel grinned, "we'll back you up. It'll be our secret."<br/><br/>An excited gasp left the young man's lips. He faltered for a moment, then nodded, taking Sig's hand and pulling him over, settling him right next to his mate. "For you, too," he explained. "For setting this up for us."<br/><br/>Blue had danced a thousand times, but never quite like this. He felt like a gangling teenager again, unfamiliar with his body, unsure how to turn his long, angular limbs into something smooth and alluring. A few more sips of champagne helped, easing Blue's nerves as he stood in front of Eivind, just enough to encourage the wolf to open his legs for him. It was awkward at first as he searched for the beat, having now to think about how to use his legs, something he needn't have done when he was in his lover's lap. His hands caressed his own body, fingers spread out wide as they traveled down the length of his pearly white torso.<br/><br/>He popped the button of his jeans, swirling his pelvis as he turned around to slip the pants down his bony hips, down his lean thighs to expose the see-through briefs, the ones that always seemed to drive Eivind wild. Ranger danced at Eivind's side while Diesel thrusted his hips beside Sig, Valentino staying close and encouraging Blue to go bigger, better, more exaggerated with his erotic machinations.<br/><br/>Pants kicked off, Blue straddled Eivind's lap once more. "Touch," he demanded, running his fingers through his wolf's hair. "Watch." He leaned over, taking Sig's face into the palm of his hand and pressing their lips together, long and drawn out. He chuckled when he pulled away, eyes sparkling. "Swedish tradition," he quipped, before turning his attention back onto Eivind.<br/><br/>"What're you gonna do now, alpha?"