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Fuck it, Maxxie thought.
He wanted more than this, than just dancing that looked and felt like sex, and a dance floor was not where he could get it. His nerves jangled under his skin like the bracelets sliding up and down his arms with every movement, like he was some kind of junkie keyed up and desperate for his next hit.
Fuck it.
He broke off the kiss with a groan and a gruff, heated, "Come on." His hand latched onto Marshall's wrist as he led him along, through the crowd to one of the little passages that lead off from the main party cavern. Maxxie had poked his head into a few of them as they had set up, idly wishing he'd have a use for some of the secluded alcoves but not forming any expectations.
God, he loved how life could change in hours. Maxxie smiled to himself as he picked a path that would lead them a short ways before dead ending. It was close to the entrance and two holes had been worn through the ceiling by time and the elements, letting moonlight spill into the hidden space.
The walk did him good, cooled some of the blood in his veins, but his breath still came in rough pants as he turned and pulled Marshall to him again. Rough edges jutted out of the stone wall and bit into Maxxie's back, but he focused instead of liberating Marshall from his damn shirt as his lips found his again.
Fuck it, Maxxie thought.
He wanted more than this, than just dancing that looked and felt like sex, and a dance floor was not where he could get it. His nerves jangled under his skin like the bracelets sliding up and down his arms with every movement, like he was some kind of junkie keyed up and desperate for his next hit.
Fuck it.
He broke off the kiss with a groan and a gruff, heated, "Come on." His hand latched onto Marshall's wrist as he led him along, through the crowd to one of the little passages that lead off from the main party cavern. Maxxie had poked his head into a few of them as they had set up, idly wishing he'd have a use for some of the secluded alcoves but not forming any expectations.
God, he loved how life could change in hours. Maxxie smiled to himself as he picked a path that would lead them a short ways before dead ending. It was close to the entrance and two holes had been worn through the ceiling by time and the elements, letting moonlight spill into the hidden space.
The walk did him good, cooled some of the blood in his veins, but his breath still came in rough pants as he turned and pulled Marshall to him again. Rough edges jutted out of the stone wall and bit into Maxxie's back, but he focused instead of liberating Marshall from his damn shirt as his lips found his again.