Dom loved to watch Orlando dance.

Because when Orlando danced he became sex.

Dom would sit at the bar, a sweating bottle of beer in his hand, dampening his skin. He’d lick his lips and follow Orlando around the dance floor with his eyes. Dom could never figure out what made Orlando become sex during these periods of time but he knew he wasn’t the only one who saw him that way.

It seemed everyone out there knew it to. Orlando’s body would move and rock with the thumping base of the music. Sometimes he would dance alone, the entire world around him fading away until it was just him. But more often he would choose a partner, reaching out blindly into the crowd and drawing the nearest soul into his grasp.

It didn’t matter gender or sexuality, no one ever tried to pull away. They’d get lost within the essence that was him and let there bodies mold into one. It never lasted though. Dom had never seen Orlando stay with one partner for longer then a song. He would lose interest quickly, releasing the person back into the mob of people on the dance floor and go off to find his next selection.

Dom never ventured out on the dance floor when Orlando was there. He was content just watching him. Occasionally Elijah, half-drunk, would purposely fall into Orlando’s path and willingly join him.

Tonight had been no different. Elijah had been pushed away half a song later and was now making out with some blonde haired girl in a corner booth. Orlando was still dancing, jumping from one partner to the next more frequently then usual.

Dom took a long drink of his beer as Orlando wrapped his arms around a brunette in a halter top two sizes to small. She giggled loudly, turning around to face him. Orlando’s eyes were closed, and Dom studied his face. He was about to look away when Orlando’s eyes opened and locked on his own. He wasn’t sure what to do so he smiled and raised his beer in gesture.

Something flashed across Orlando’s eyes that Dom had never seen before. He pushed the girl away, almost roughly. She looked angrily at Orlando before storming off towards what Dom assumed was her group of friends. Orlando didn’t notice any of this though. He was just standing there, in the middle of the pulsing dance floor, staring at Dom.

Then he was walking towards him, the crowd parting like the red sea. Dom finished off his beer and placed it on the counter as Orlando stood in front of him.

“What?” Dom asked, after several seconds of silence. Orlando smirked, placing his hands on the counter, boxing Dom in. He leaned forward so their faces were only inches apart. “Damnit, Orlando, what do you want?”

“Dance,” Orlando demanded, in a husky whisper. Dom swallowed deeply and stared blankly at him.

“What?” he repeated.

“You. Me. Dance,” he bluntly stated, his hands moving from the counter to Dom’s hips. Dom wanted to say no, to push Orlando away. He knew that it would only be temporary, for less than a song. He didn’t want to be used that way, especially by Orlando.

Especially by someone he was falling in love with more and more each day. It would just be cruel. But he couldn’t get the words to come out of his mouth, he was to busy trying to keep his breathing regular as Orlando’s fingers massaged the small strip of flesh bare between his jeans and shirt.

“Now,” Orlando whispered, as he grasped Dom’s hand and pulled him out into the heart of the dance floor. A new song started, fast and rough. Orlando took the lead, looping his fingers through the belt loop-holes on Dom’s jeans and pulling their bodies together. Dom let his body fall into rhythm with Orlando’s.

His senses were being overloaded with each beat of the song. The flashing lights and blurred colors flooded his eyes as the music beat on and on. He could taste the sweat on the air and smell the musky cologne that Orlando always wore. But above all else he felt every inch of Orlando’s body as it moved with his. He never wanted the song to end, never wanted to let go of the closeness that he felt with Orlando at that moment.

But the song ended, blurring into a new one with a slower, more poppy feel. He prepared himself for the push, for Orlando to release him into the sea of people alone. But it didn’t come. Orlando simply spun Dom around and pressed his chest to Dom’s back. His hands roamed down the front of Dom’s shirt as Dom felt Orlando’s heavy breathing in his ear.

Song after song, Orlando just held on tighter to him, showing no signs of letting him go. Dom was losing all sense of time and location, barely realizing they had left the dance floor as Orlando pushed him up against the wall in the short hallway leading to the bathrooms and emergency exit.

The roar of the music was softer here, muted by the thick brick wall. Several girls passed by them on the there way to the bathroom to check there make-up and talk about the guys they had met. They barely noticed Orlando and Dom were there.

Dom didn’t try to get away, just leaned against the wall and stared at Orlando who was hovering over him, arm propped against the wall. Their lips were inches apart, both breathing heavily. Suddenly Orlando’s hand was on Dom’s thigh, sliding up. Dom gasped silently as Orlando’s hand slipped between his legs and began to caress his jean-covered dick. Orlando took this moment to press his lips against Dom.

Dom got lost in the feeling of Orlando’s lips on his, the sweet taste of his mouth, a mixture of sugar, hard lemonade and hot breath. He could feel Orlando unzipping him and moaned into his mouth as he felt his hand slip inside his pants. As Orlando started to rub Dom, his lips trailed down to Dom’s neck, sucking softly.

A sudden fear entered Dom then. He didn’t know why Orlando was doing this. This could mean nothing to him, just a quick lay on a Friday night. He had never told Orlando how he felt.

“Orlando,” he said his attempt at sounding serious turning into a moan as Orlando’s tongue snaked its way up to Dom’s ear.

“Don’t worry, I may dance with anyone but I only fuck people I love” Orlando whispered, as if he could read Dom’s mind. He pulled away from Dom then, leaning against the opposite wall and staring at him. Dom quickly zipped his pants back up and looked up and down the hall to see if anyone had spotted them. “So,” Orlando asked, re-catching Dom’s eyes, “what say you?”

Dom pushed himself away from the wall and started back towards the dance floor, he turned back around to see Orlando still leaning against the wall looking slightly hurt. He smiled before pulling his keys out of his pocket and shaking them slightly. “Your place or mine?” he asked.