Drabble 03 - Fic: The Club
Drabble 01 - Goodbye
Drabble 02 - Importance
Title: The Club
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ian see's a vision on the dance floor
Word Count: 421/104 (525)
The club was bouncing. The air was vibrating with the energy of the people surrounding the dance floor. The strobe lights were circling the floor, but seemed to continuously zero in on one single figure in the center who was lost to the beat of the music. Hands splayed in the air and hips swaying, he was a vision to Ian. Black boots and low slung, hip hugging pants and then nothing but skin for the eyes to devour. A tantalizing braid of light brown hair danced around a pert bottom begging to be grabbed.
Weaving his way through the crowd, Ian made his way slowly towards the young man while observing several hopeful suitors try to cozy up to the body only to be ignored and then eventually brushed aside. Coming up from behind, Ian began his own swaying dance to the music, allowing his body to absorb the beat and move with the crowd. Occasionally he would allow his body to brush against the other mans; a hand along the arm, a thigh against a thigh. Allowing that body to adjust to his own, to get acquainted.
Smirking in amusement that the other man only came up barely to his shoulder, Ian leaned down and ran his nose from the base of the neck up underneath the ear earning himself a full body shudder as he inhaled the smell of male musk and sweat. Placing his hands on the delicate wrists in the air, Ian slowly ran the barest of touches down the wrists to the forearms and along the defined biceps to the shoulders as he felt his own breathing start to speed up to match his partners. Trailing his fingertips down the back as a shiver wracks the body in front of him he wrapped his hands around those hips that have been tempting him all night and brought the other man up against him for the first time. As the beauty dropped his head back onto his chest, Ian bent his knees and inserted a thigh between the two in front of him, bringing the body even closer to his own.
Unable to help himself any further, Ian leaned forward to nibble on the ear in front of him feeling the breath catch through the back pressed to his chest. The moment he has been waiting for finally happens when the arms that had been weaving in the air drop and wrap around Ian's neck, holding on and the beauty takes that final tiny step back.
Knowing that his place has finally been stabilized and that he won't be brushed aside, Ian turns the other man around to face him. Wrapping the arms back around his neck and settling the body snug against his, Ian looked down and is instantly mesmerized by cat like green eyes gazing back at him.
“Tell me your name beauty?” Ian murmured while leaning his forehead against the one in front of him.
Ian's afraid for a few minutes that the other man won't to answer as they moved there on the dance floor staring at one another.
“Harley.” Finally came the answer.