glass in one gulp and shivered as the liquor burned his throat. He didn't notice that Steve had barely sipped his. Steve took Matthew's glass from his un-resisting hand and re-filled it. He gave it back to Matthew and put his arm around the lad's shoulder. Gradually, he steered him across the dance floor to the podium where Matthew would often DJ.

"You know seeing you like that, Matthew, has given me an idea."

"What's that, Steve?"

Matthew took another large gulp from the glass, enjoying the feeling of warmth that the drink gave him.

"Well, mate, you look pretty Roman like that, so maybe we could use it as a theme for the night?"

"What? Like a toga party?"

"Yeah, something like that. Why don't you try playing a few of those 'chunes' of yours and see how it feels. I'll top your glass up, mate."

"Okay, Steve."

Matthew got up and went behind the podium. It took him less than a minute to start getting his music going and to finish his drink. It wasn't as loud as he would have liked, but there was only him and Steve in the club and he wanted to hear what Steve thought. Steve walked back from the bar and placed a full fresh glass next to the decks. He smiled as Matthew picked it up and downed more than half of it in one go. He took a chair and placed it in front of the podium where there was a metre wide platform for those who wanted to dance. He watched Matthew as he played his music. Occasionally the lad would lift an arm, his fist pumping the air, revealing the tufts of hair under his arm and showing his chest.

"Tell you what, Matthew. You should come out the front every now and again and show yer people how to dance."

Matthew smiled to himself. He was feeling very merry and the idea of dancing appealed to him even if Steve was the only person watching. He liked showing off his dancing skills to people. He walked around the front of the podium and cast off the towel that was draped over his shoulders. He linked his hands together above his head and danced to the beat. Subconsciously, he pushed his hips back and forth, revealing to Steve the outline of his firm cock. Steve let his eyes rove up and down the young man's body. He could feel his own cock begin to harden as he looked at the hair-speckled legs, the pleasant bulge under the towel, the smooth stomach, and almost smooth chest with just a patch of down between the nipples. Matthew had his eyes closed at that moment and Steve studied the handsome face. Oh yes. He wanted to get Matthew off. Time for another suggestion.

"Hey, Matthew. This'll get your fans going. Pour some drink down your chest."

Matthew opened his eyes and smiled at Steve. He grinned broadly as he reached for his glass and tipped some of the contents down his chest and felt it trickle across his stomach.

"Like that, Steve?"

"Oh yeah. That's fuckin' cool, Matthew."

Steve got up and stepped up onto the ledge so that he was standing by Matthew's side. He swayed in time to the music facing Matthew.

"Now you just need someone to lick it off mate."

Matthew smiled hugely.