Nick watched Zak move to the music, his body glistening with sweat. He wasn't sure if it was from the heat of the club, his dancing, or the amount of alcohol he had drank that night already, or a combination of the three, but he didn't care. Zak looked up as Nick walked over to him. He outstretched his hand, and, without thinking, Nick took it. He was pulled in close enough to hear Zak say over the music, "Come dance, Nicky!" A nickname that he had never liked that Zak only used when he was drunk, but at this point, Nick was drunk enough himself to let him.

Zak smiled so Nick danced. He didn't understand what was different about tonight. Zak had smiled at him a million times, trying to coax him into doing different things and he rarely fell for it. Aaron was the one more susceptible to the Zak Bagans' charm. A woman danced in between them, pulling them both close to her on either side. For some reason as their hands touched briefly down at her side, Nick interlaced their fingers and squeezed. Zak answered the squeeze before letting go and gently nudging the woman, letting her know that it was time to go. Nick nodded towards the bar and they walked over to it. The DJ came over the loudspeakers to make an announcement at the end of the song. Zak turned and looked Nick over. His t-shirt clung to his sculpted body. That skinny frame that he had had years ago was barely a memory. His too-tight jeans left nothing to the imagination, especially as Nick propped one foot on the bottom bar ledge. He ordered them two beers and laid down the money. Nick quirked an eyebrow at him but Zak just smiled, reaching his hand out and resting it on his arm. "Let me buy you a beer, man."

Nick smiled and blushed slightly, accepting the beer. "All right, but the next round is on me."

They moved away from the bar, Zak leading with Nick following blindly, to a dark corner. "Do you think that girl recognized us?" Zak asked.

Nick shook his head as he watching the people dancing in front of them. "I doubt it. I think she just saw two guys dancing together and decided she wanted in on it."

Zak laughed. "Yeah, she totally fucked it up! I finally got you to dance!"

Nick laughed with him, taking a nervous swig out of his beer. "Yeah, that will never happen again."

Quirking an eyebrow at him, Zak set his beer down on the table behind them. "That sounds like a challenge."

Nick rolled his eyes. "It is not a challenge. I can't dance, so its not going to happen. I danced at prom and at my wedding and that's it."

"And here tonight."

"Yeah, okay, and here tonight."

Zak picked his beer back up, downing it in one gulp. "And you will dance again."

Nick snorted, downing his own beer. He didn't like where this was headed because a drunk Zak was a headstrong Zak. Hell, a sober Zak was headstrong too. He motioned to the crowd in front of them with his empty beer bottle. "I'm not dancing here. I don't want to embarrass myself anymore than I already have."

Zak shrugged and grabbed his arm, leading them out the side fire exit to the club. Nick's lungs breathed in clean, fresh air, but his ears rang from the sudden volume change. They were in the back of a small alley between the two concrete buildings. Zak was leaning against the opposite wall, hands in his pockets. "So dance."

Nick laughed. "Here? You're out of your fucking mind, Zak. We have to go back inside."

"I'll teach you if you're that bad, Jesus Nick."

Nick stumbled he was laughing so hard. "Your drunk ass is going to teach my drunk ass how to dance? Where's Aaron with the video camera, because this needs to be a vlog."

Zak waved him off. "Come on, man. You have to have rhythm somewhere in there. Your wife has been with you for over 10 years."

"What the fuck does that have to do with anything?" Nick asked, leaning against the wall across from Zak, mimicking his pose.

"The sex. You have to have some kind of rhythm to be good at sex."
Nick nodded, thinking. "Yeah, ok. I can agree with that. I do throw down in the bedroom."

Zak snorted. "Whatever, I saw you on that dance floor." He mimicked Nick's dance moves from earlier causing both men to laugh.

"Hey, hey! I'm not *that* bad, geez."

Zak laughed. "Please tell me that's not how you have sex."

Nick's laughter stopped, a smile playing at his lips. "No, that's not how I have sex. I told you, I can throw down in the bedroom."

Zak smiled back at him, readjusting himself against the wall. "Well that's not what I see out there on the dance floor so I'm thinking no."

Nick shook his head. "If you were a woman, man, right now I would show you what I could do."

Zak waved him off. "Whatever, man. You got nothing. I can show you the best moves and improve your sex life at the same time."

Nick closed the three steps between them quickly, pinning Zak to the concrete wall against his back. His lips hovered over Zak's, barely parted, eyes half lidded as he lifted one of his legs around his waist. Slowly and torturously he rocked his hips against Zak's, grinding hard cock against hard cock through the cotton of their jeans. Zak wrapped his arms around Nick's back, tilting his hips up, letting a moan escape his lips as Nick rocked. With one arm wrapped around Zak's shoulders, the other on his ass, holding his leg up, Nick smiled and whispered deeply, "I got game."

With that, he let Zak go and walked a few steps down the alley. Nick stopped, facing the sidewalk. His heart was racing and he couldn't catch his breath. He looked back at Zak. His eyes were closed; his hips and face were still tilted up; his hands were spread out on the concrete wall behind him for support.

In that moment, Nick regretted everything and nothing at the same time. "I'm sorry, Zak. I shouldn't have done that." Zak whispered something that he didn't hear so he stepped closer. "What?"

"We shouldn't do that," he whispered again. Nick nodded. "For a minute, I really wanted you to actually fuck me."

Nick's breath caught in his throat. "Zak, I didn't…"

Quickly, he was pushed back against the opposite wall hands on his ass were raising him up. Instinctively and out of the fear of being dropped, he grabbed onto Zak, wrapping his long legs around his waist and arms around his shoulders. "Fuck, you're heavy," he grunted.

"Zak, this is-" Lips crashed down on his as fingers dug into his ass cheeks. Hips ground against his as the hands pulled him in closer. It was Nick's turn to let a moan escape between the two men.

Zak pulled back, breaking the kiss, resting his forehead against Nick's. "Now this is how you fuck."

Nick smiled. "I still think I've got better game."

Zak nearly dropped him as he let Nick's legs down on the ground, but his hands never left his ass as he held him pinned against the wall. "Nick, this isn't right."

"You're the one kissing me with his hands on my ass."

"Well I couldn't let you think you had one up on me."

Zak stepped back and Nick relaxed against the wall, his cock throbbing in his jeans. "You're right though. We shouldn't do that."

"No, we shouldn't."

"Want to go back to the hotel?" Nick asked.

Zak nodded, "Should make a stop at a CVS or Walgreens first though… Need to pick up a few things."

Nick smiled. "Didn't see any of those, but there's a Rick's Toy Box down the street."