A Club.

[Markise Sterling]

Ariel was still being a wet blanket, and Markise pouted again. He didn't want to leave though; to be truthful, it didn't cross his mind. He wanted to dance, not just stand here swaying against someone who was stiff in all the wrong places. Markise slid his hands back around to Ariel's chest and curled his fingers into the cloth, then tugged lightly as he moved backwards. "How 'bout I show you how it's done?" he asked, approaching an abandoned chair near that deserted table.

[Ariel Logan Callahan]

Ariel rested his hands on the edge of Markise's pants as he was pulled forward and he raised his eyebrow. "You're planning on teaching me to dance?" he asked, unsure about how well that would work. Even when he had gone off dancing with the other guys in the crowd he hadn't done it very much in comparison to other things. He didn't know for sure what Markise had planned, but he was at least a little interested.

[Markise Sterling]

"I'm gonna try," Markise said. His hips moved with the music even as he backed up, finally pausing when the edge of the table hit his ass. Then he looked down for the chair and turned slightly, lightly pushing at Ariel's chest. "Sit," he said. He wanted to dance, wanted to let go, and this was as good a time as any to teach Ariel to dance. He'd been the one to suggest dancing, so that implied some kind of interest, didn't it?

[Ariel Logan Callahan]

Ariel's eyes sparkled with interest, not so much at learning to dance as at what Markise could have planned. So he pulled his arms from Markise and sat, crossing his arms as he watched intently. He definitely had a couple of ideas, based on what he had heard from Maverick and his friends, but Ariel wasn't sure if that was what Markise had in mind. Although, Markise had been the one on the table.

[Markise Sterling]

Markise didn't have anything in mind, really. The music called to him, and he wanted to give himself over to it. But Ariel was watching, and he wanted to learn how to dance. Still shifting his hips, lifting his heels from the floor to the beat, Markise spoke, loud enough to be heard over the pumping beat.

"Listen to the rhythm," he said. "It almost always comes in four. One, two, three, four," he counted. "You gotta pick up your feet, shift your weight." Markise exaggerated the motions of his hips for Ariel, and his heels picked up higher as he bent his legs in the dance. Markise didn't look at Ariel as he moved, his eyes closing almost entirely. "Bob your head, just move it," he went on, his own head falling back as he moved. There was more, much more, and Markise intended on showing Ariel.

[Ariel Logan Callahan]

"What if I just want to watch you?" Ariel asked, tilting his head as his eyes followed the motion of Markise's hips. He decided that he could live with just watching Markise for a while. It was easy to forget that they were truthfully in the middle of a large crowd of people when his eyes were captivated by Markise. He didn't think he could dance, at least not like Markise was trying to show him.

[Markise Sterling]

"Then watch." Markise said. His arms rose, one settling at the side of his neck as the other rose into the air. His other hand slid up into his super-fine hair, tousling it, loving the feel of it right now. "Mmm, I love this song," he murmured. He could forget Ariel now, and he almost entirely did, losing himself to the arch of his body with the music. It was what he'd done on that table, and more because the distraction of those persistent voices wasn't dragging him back to earth.

[Ariel Logan Callahan]

Ariel's lips parted slightly as he watched, the remnants of his anger finally fading away as another tension started filling his body. He shifted in his seat as he debated just pulling Markise down into his lap. Oh but it was so wonderful just watching Markise moving like that. He settled for shifting again in his chair and letting his eyes wander down the moving lines of Markise's body.

[Markise Sterling]

Markise was lost, his whole body given to the sensation of movement. The bass was his heartbeat, the guitar the blood pumping in his veins, the singer's voice nothing but electrons firing in his brain. This was what he wanted, this freedom to be him without even thinking about who he was. His hips moved with the sharp beat, and his hands couldn't stay still. He was touching his hair, moving to push up his sleeves when the air on his stomach wasn't enough. Hair clung to his face, and he pushed it back, but hardly noticed for moving. For being, without thought.

[Ariel Logan Callahan]

Ariel shifted in his seat again and finally his eyes came up to Markise's face, then he took in a breath and stood to move towards Markise. He paused, not really wanting to interrupt the dance, but then did so anyway. He put his arms loosely around Markise and tilted his head down for a kiss, avoiding moving arms as he focused his mind on the tension quickly permeating his body.

[Markise Sterling]

Markise reflexively gasped at the sudden interruption, but all he took in was the taste of Ariel's mouth. His head was already foggy and whirling from the motion, and his hands curled around the strong upper arms of the warm body holding him. He gave a soft noise of pleasure at what was happening. His hips still shifted, but slower now as he shared that fruity-tangy taste, loving how it mingled with Ariel's. This was just another kind of dance, wasn't it?

[Ariel Logan Callahan]

Ariel's hips shifted along with Markise's, moving naturally along with them as memories flooded his mind of other times they had been together. His arms linked around the slender waist and he let himself explore, marveling at the new taste in Markise's mouth from, he could only assume, a drink he had had. He found himself glad he had come back when he had, even with what he had found Markise doing.

[Markise Sterling]

Markise made another soft sound at the feel of Ariel moving against him. Part of him still registered the music, still wanted the motion of dancing, so he moved his hips in purposeful arcs and ellipses, taking Ariel's with him. He let go of his hair, and sunk both hands into Ariel's, holding on tight as the fog grew thicker in his mind. If Ariel tasted different from his excursions, Markise didn't notice. All he could think of was how good this felt, and how much he liked it.

[Ariel Logan Callahan]

Ariel's arms slipped lower around Markise to pull him tighter as their hips moved together. It wasn't true dancing, but it wasn't just kissing, either. Somewhere his mind whispered that they were still in the middle of that club, and Ariel pushed it away. For the moment he just didn't care. It felt too good to care that others could be watching what they were doing.

[Markise Sterling]

It was too hot here. The club was hot, Ariel was hot, and his skin was burning up. He wanted to take his shirt off, but he couldn't, not without breaking the kiss, and he couldn't break the kiss. He wanted more of it. And then he found that he could break it after all, in short, gasping breaths. "I... want you... somewhere... bathroom... don't care." His head was spinning, and he loved it.