Past-Part Fills Part 7
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Past-Part Fills Part Seven
Fills from past parts can go here!
Fills from the current part (part 22) MUST go in that part's post until it is full.
Link to the original request (and if an ongoing fill, any previous chapters/sections).
Don't forget to link your new fill at the fill ( Read more... )
The songs Francis and Matthew are dancing to are Domino by Jessie J: www.youtube.com/watch?v=UJtB55MaoD0&ob=av2e and Monster by Lady Gaga: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Er6sgb5MLNs
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The music was cranked up to the turn-you-deaf setting. Strobe lights were going all over the place over the clear floor which was made to look like glass with a framework of metal, but Matthew wasn't sure it was real.
The club music segued into this mash up dance song piece which was more catchy than it had any right to be. A guy stepped up, a bit tall with half-length pants which revealed some really cool tats. They were too far off for him to get a clear view of all of them, but the total effect was great. His white shirt was total vintage, ripped to all hell and revealing more tats and some really nice abs. And pecs. And everything, really.
He had a beard which would give Francis's a run for his money, and wild dreads which mixed the spiky hair craze and dreadlocks pretty damn well.
He nodded in time with the music for a minute, and the dance floor began to spread out and give him some room. Then, he began to dance. Matthew never had been too into hip-hop, though he had to admit that breakdancing always filled him with awe. It was just so out there, so on the edge. The guy spun around, looking like he was going to break his neck as he did each turn, he held himself up with surprising dexterity.
"He's amazing," Matthew said in a hushed whisper, even though no one could hear him over the music.
But Francis had apparently heard him above the din, or at least he had read his lips and body language. He felt Francis's arm tighten about his arm. Matthew looked to him, and was surprised to find that Francis's mouth was pursed to a grim line.
The guy had packed up, and another song had come on. This one was one of those catchy mainstream radio hits that sort of sounded like Katy Perry, but wasn't. Francis had this terse, determined look as he pulled Matthew out to the dance floor.
The music throbbed out, with a base beat like an orgasm. Which was fitting, as it was apparently Francis's intention to have what amounted to fully clothed sex out on the dance floor. Which would've been embarrassing, but a lot of the other guys were doing about the same, so it was must have been a club thing. His hands were under that teensy purple camisole, and in a second he had it over Matthew's head and into the floor somewhere. Apparently he didn't care if he tripped any of the other guys...or that nice drag queen in the cocktail dress and the heels Lady Gaga would've been comfortable in.
Apparently this was the only place he knew where no shirt, extra service applied, as no bouncer ran to escort him out. In fact, the bouncer let out a whistle that made Matthew blush bright red.
Matthew was having a hard time giving a care as well, with the sort of things Francis was doing to him. This wasn't like the slow waltzes, which had been punctuated with a slow burning passion. This was downright dirty, fast and might have well been labeled 'freelance groping', all things considered. Francis was aggressively grinding against him, with a predatory look which was so determined that Matthew felt like Francis could do some Jedi mind trick and make him come with the power of his mind. And eyesex.
It segued into Lady Gaga, one of her less known songs. He felt dizzy, overheated, his mind spinning with the lights, the sharp scent of alcohol, cologne and sweat. Francis squeezed his ass for what must have been the tenth time that night, and lingered long, running his fingers along the seam of his capris. He was going to have hand-shaped bruised all over himself tomorrow. But at this point, he didn't care if it meant Arthur would bitch him out. Hell, Francis could take a sharpie and write Francis Was Here, Arthur Is A Loser on his chest and he'd still not care.
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