The 80's was standing out as far too much fun for Mo and Glitch.

After the constant dance battles against people who obviously couldn't stand up to the challenge, they wanted a little time to themselves.

But the apartment they had to rent wasn't the best place for having time alone.

The other tenants were loud, always up for partying, or never stopped knocking on their door.

Sure they made a name for themselves in this era, as they had in the present, but they were idols here.

Their dancing was worshipped and they tried to keep the rec center open, obviously attracting more people to the cause.

But it was late now, and their dancing for the night was done.

They walked back towards their condo, Mo carrying the boombox on his shoulders and Glitch trudging along beside him.

Dancing all day and challenging people was always a bit tough for them.

It made them sore, made them sweaty and overall exhausted them.

That's what they did all day waiting to be rescued from this era.

Glitch constantly complained about his hair, and Mo griped about the clothing choice.

Glitch loved the way Mo looked in 80's clothes and Mo loved his hair.

The 80's just served as problematic for both boys.

Nonetheless, time alone was something they wanted tonight.

Well, more like what Mo wanted tonight.

And he knew just how he'd get it.

As they walked back, Mo insisted that he knew a short cut back to the apartment, and Glitch gave him a look.

"You do not."

"I do."

"When did you find it?" Glitch asked, looking at Mo curiously.

He never left Mo's side, so how did he find a short cut?

"I go on walks at night." Mo lied.

Glitch arched an eyebrow and sighed, basically giving up on arguing.

"Fine, show me."

Mo smiled slightly, leading Glitch down into an alley between a bar and a restaurant.

There were no lights in the alley, only on either end because of street lights.

It was sketchy alright, but Glitch could see the top of their apartment from the alleyway.

Or maybe it wasn't their apartments.

All of this made Glitch kind of nervous, and Mo noticed by him pulling at the collar of his leather jacket with a questionable facial expression.

"You sure this is a short cut Mo?"

Glitch asked, only to be cut off in a quick manner.

Mo had thrown him against the brick wall of the bar, leaning down and looking him over for a second. Glitch's back hit the wall and so did his head, making Glitch groan and look at him. "Mo, what was that for?" Mo used his thumb and forefinger to tilt Glitch's chin up, and in a quick movement their lips were pressed together into quite a desperate kiss.

He put a hand on the wall beside Glitch's head, putting the other hand on his waist.

Glitch was obviously surprised by Mo's quick actions, making a 'mmph' noise against the older man's lips who were flush against his.

Glitch's arm quickly slid around Mo's lean figure while Mo pressed into him more so, and the only thing that could be heard was the occasional tree shake from the breeze and the sound of kissing.

Of lips opening and closing against each other gently, showing passion and desperation among both of the boys.

Glitch's hands tightened against the back of Mo's jacket, making him moan into the kiss.

It drove Mo crazy.

Mo finally broke the kiss and was slightly panting, looking over Glitch who was in the same position.

"I liked this short-cut, we should use it more often." Glitch smirked, earning himself a smack on the back of the head.

"Whatever, G."