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Night Out	By : IrenaAdler Category: M through R > NUMB3RS Views: 2509 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part 2 � Will in action

Ion was in an otherwise quiet area of downtown, but the
parking lot was jammed and the line for the front door stretched around the
side of the building.� Music hummed in
the air.� Will found a spot to park and
pulled in.

�Will,� Don said uneasily.�
�This looks like a rough neighborhood.�
Maybe I should stay with the car.�

�Nice try,� Will laughed.

Don grumbled but followed Will out of the car and across the
parking lot.� With luck, the line would
be too long and they wouldn�t get in before Will got tired of the idea and
agreed to go home.

�Hey, Red Pants!��
Will and Don turned to see the bouncer waving them to the front of the
line.� The bouncer grinned at Will.� �Haven�t seen you in a while.�

�Nope,� Will said, and slung his arm around Don�s shoulder.� �Meet why.�

The bouncer looked Don up and down, and Don found his cheeks
turning red.� The bouncer grinned.� �You two can go in.�� Several people in the line complained and the
bouncer shrugged.� So much for Plan A, Don thought

Will nodded his thanks and ushered Don inside.�� The noise from the club hit them, along with
a wave of heat and the heady smell of cologne and sweat.� The dance floor took up most of the space,
with a neon-outlined bar on the far side of the room.� The music was unfamiliar, but had a driving,
catchy beat.

Don swallowed, feeling self-conscious.� He hadn�t been to a gay-specific place since
Titan and The Chamber.� He could imagine
his inexperience tattooed across his forehead.�
He hadn�t been in a club of any kind since his baseball days, except
when he was undercover.� As usual, being
uncomfortable made him mad, and he had no trouble pushing his way across the
floor to the bar.� Will followed behind.

At the bar, Don got the attention of the busy bartender and
ordered a club soda.� He felt the need to
be as clear-headed as possible.� Will
ordered a Four Horseman.�

Don turned to look around.�
It didn�t take him long to realize that the place was crammed with
gorgeous men.� They came in all colors,
though most of them were younger than Don.�
He felt old and very ordinary and was glad that Will made him change
clothes.� A lot of men seemed to be
sizing up him and Will.� Mostly Will.�

When Will�s drink came and Don found out it was a shot
containing one-part each of Jaegermeister, Rumpelminz, Jack Daniels, and
Sambuca, he raised his eyebrows.�

Will shrugged.� �Got a
high alcohol tolerance.�

�Hmm,� Don said and watched Will toss the shot down his
throat, then gasp and shake his head.

�Okay,� Will said, setting the shot glass on the bar.� �Let�s dance!�

�You go ahead,� Don said hastily. ��I�ll just finish my drink.�

Will gave him a knowing look then turned towards the dance
floor.

Don watched Will move out onto the dance floor and merge
with the gyrating mass of bodies.� No
surprise, Will turned out to be a really good dancer.� His body moved naturally to the music, his
hips and shoulders in perfect rhythm.

Will made his way to the center of the floor, gathering
eager partners as he went.� Soon, Don
could only see glimpses of Will�s hair and flashes of his white shirt.

�Buy you a drink?� someone asked at Don�s elbow.�

Don looked over to see a slim brunette with a nice-looking
smile.�

Don shook his head regretfully.� �I�m here with somebody.�

�Doesn�t look like it,� the brunette said, leaning against
the bar.�

�Yeah,� Don said defensively. ��Well, I am.�

The brunette raised his eyebrows and moved away.

The exact same conversation was repeated twice more � with a
slender black man and with a beefy red head.�
Don drained his club soda, put down his glass and wiped his mouth.� This wasn�t being as fun as he hoped.� Time to pry Will loose and get out of here.

Don walked toward the dance floor, and into the crowd of
dancers.� He couldn�t just stride across
the floor, so he wove in between the bodies.�
Soon, affected by the energy and movement around him, Don found himself
dancing.�� It was more natural than Don
remembered, now that he wasn�t trying to impress some girl.� He let the beat travel through his body and
flow into his muscles, until he was into the music and dancing as much as
anyone.� �It felt really good to relax and let loose.

His steps carried him toward Will, who watched him approach.� Will was dancing with his back against a
brunette even taller than him.� Will had
his arms around the man�s neck behind him and the man�s hands were on Will�s
hips, holding Will tightly against his body.�
Don felt a surge of jealousy.� He
grabbed the front of Will�s shirt and pulled him away from the other
dancer.� The man tried to hold on, but
Will twisted out of his grip, and put his arms around Don�s waist.� Don did the same and they locked eyes, their
bodies swaying together.� It was too loud
to say anything, but Don was fairly certain that Will easily read his
jealousy.� Will grinned at him.

Oh, so that�s how you
want to play it.� Don gave Will a
fierce grin and pulled away.� He turned
toward the nearest person, who happened to be a blonde bodybuilder, and danced
his way into the blonde�s arms.� The
blonde welcomed him close, his large hands sliding over Don�s ass.� Don turned in his arms, and those hands were
suddenly on Don�s hips, very close to his stiff cock.

Will had been reclaimed by his tall brunette and they were
dancing together, bodies in perfect sync.�
Don stared at Will, at his ass and legs encased in tightly molded
leather, his white shirt sticking to his sweaty body, his thick black hair
swinging to the rhythm.� As Don watched,
Will turned his head and looked over at Don, a smile on his face.

In retribution, Don put his head back against the blonde�s
muscular shoulder and translated the beat through his body.�� He danced for Will, not caring who else was
around or even whose hands were on his hips, brushing his cock with every sway
of his hips.� He couldn�t match Will�s
desirability, but he could certainly fire him up.

Will hadn�t been surprised that Don stayed at the bar when Will
went out onto the dance floor.� He hadn�t
expected Don to be willing to come to Ion at all.�

Merging with the mass of dancers, Will let the music flood
through his body.� He�d missed this.� He let out a long breath and let the beat
control him, his muscles quickly remembering how to dance.� He moved towards the center of the floor,
where the serious dancers congregated, and gave himself over to the music.

Will glanced over to the bar a few times, usually seeing Don
in the process of getting hit on.� Don
didn�t look pleased by it.� Smiling to
himself, Will turned back to his current dance partner, who had the pleasant
and unusual trait of being a good four inches taller than Will.�

The next time Will turned to check on Don, he didn�t see
him.� He looked around more and was
surprised to see Don walking across the floor toward him.� No, dancing
across the floor toward him.� Will
watched, mesmerized, as Don relaxed more and more into the music, his body
moving easily.� He was a natural dancer.� Will wondered why Don said he couldn�t dance.�

Don moved closer and closer to Will, until Will could see
the flush on his face and the sparkle in his eyes.� Will continued to dance with the tall man,
waiting to see what Don would do.� When
Don got close enough, he grabbed Will�s shirt and pulled him away from his
partner.� Will slid from the other man�s
arms and put his arms around Don�s waist.�
Don did the same.� Will grinned at
Don, feeling wonderful with the music and his lover in his arms.

Don�s eyes were blazing and he was fairly radiating
jealousy.� Will had been dancing closely
with other men, but it meant nothing.�
Still, Will basked in the possessiveness that Don was showing and let
his grin widen.

A fierce expression flashed over Don�s face and he pulled
away.� Will tried to follow him, but Don
turned and began dancing with a muscle-bound blonde.� Will bit back a grunt of frustration.� He wanted Don for himself, but he realized
that Don was just giving him some of his own back.�

Will felt hands on his shoulders and was drawn back into the
embrace of the tall man, who was probably happy to have found someone near his
height.�

Musclehead then slid his hands over Don�s ass.� Will gritted his teeth, torn between the
desire to watch Don dancing so sexily and wanting to tear the man�s hands
off.� Don turned in the man�s arms and
those hands were now on Don�s hips, holding him tight against his bulky body.

Will concentrated for a moment on his own partner, matching
movements.� He was here to dance, after
all.� He smiled up at the man, enjoying
the smooth connection between their bodies.�
He couldn�t resist long, however, turning his head to look at Don.�

Don had his head back against Musclehead, and his eyes were
narrow slits.� His hips and shoulders
moved sensuously against his partner.� He
was staring at Will.�

It took a moment for Will to realize that Don was
deliberately goading him.� Don was using
his partner like a prop in a strip tease.�
Will�s body ached as he watched Don sway against the other man.� Don�s neck was shining with sweat, and Will
caught glimpses of skin and chest hair as Don�s shirt shifted with his
movements.� The tight black jeans outlined
his body perfectly, occasionally offering flashes of silver as the buttons in
his fly caught the light, which must mean that Don�s cock was straining against
his pants.

Will turned his whole body toward Don, dancing again with
his back pressed against the tall man.�
Will wanted to grab Don back, but he stubbornly didn�t want to be the
first to crack.� He and Don danced for
each other, bodies in tune to each other�s versus their current partner�s.� Will felt dizzy with lust.� Don�s tongue slid along his lips, his eyes narrow
and dark.

They reached for each other at the same moment, grabbing the
other�s shirt and coming crashing together.�
Don�s hands went instantly to Will�s ass and Will�s to his, and they
ground their groins together.� Will
pressed his forehead to Don�s and their breath rasped in the space between
them, their lips inches apart.

Don looked up, met Will�s eyes, and gestured with his head
towards the door.� Will nodded eagerly.
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