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"Dude," Tommy said, stumbling after Adam, wrist caught in his grip. "I am not drunk enough for this shit."
"Shut up," Adam said over his shoulder. "You're better than you think."
"It's not about being good," Tommy said. "It's about wanting to."
Adam stopped in the middle of the dance floor, turned, and started moving to the beat. "Please. You couldn't sit still in the booth. You want to."
Tommy rolled his eyes and made a halfhearted attempt to copy Adam's movements. "See? I suck."
"You're not even trying," Adam said, undaunted.
"Because I'm not drunk enough," Tommy insisted stubbornly.
*
Adam leaned in and said next to Tommy's ear, "Believe it or not, alcohol isn't a requirement for getting your dance on."
Tommy shivered as Adam's warm breath ghosted over his skin. In a huskier voice than intended, Tommy turned his head to say against Adam's ear, "For me it is."
Adam leaned back and looked at Tommy skeptically. "Come on. There has to be some time you've danced and had fun while not intoxicated."
Tommy bit his bottom lip and shrugged. "Sure, but she was a really good dancer. I didn't have to do much. Just followed her lead."
*
Adam smirked. "Why didn't you say so?"
" 'Cause I'm not easy," Tommy joked.
Snaking an arm around Tommy's waist, Adam pulled him in tight, gaze sliding from teasing to heated. "If I'm gonna work for it, I better get paid."
Inhaling sharply as his cock twitched to life against Adam's thigh, Tommy licked his lips. "I'm good for it. Ask my boyfriend."
Fingers threaded through the hair at the back of Tommy's head and a knee forced his legs apart.
Tugging on Tommy's hair, Adam said, "Then hold on tight, baby. It's gonna take all night to pay me back."