A/N: I'm in a QAF mood. Short little drabble thing. Hope you like it.
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Magnets
Nobody in the club is surprised by the way Brian Kinney gravitates towards Justin Taylor. He doesn't even seem to realise he's doing it, switching from dance partner to dance partner until he's barely a foot from the blonde. Justin is as unaware of the others proximity as Brian is of his. Neither can escape the pull, even if they don't consciously notice it. They're like magnets, always affecting each other. Sometimes they push each other away but in the end they're always pulled back together.
Brian turns and spots the blonde hair through a gap in the writhing bodies and immediately ditches the hunk he was moments ago plastered against. Justin isn't surprised by the hand that winds its way around his waist, pulling him back against a hard chest.
"Brian," he breathes and turns to catch the brunet's lips in a scorching kiss.
They grind together for half a song until they're groaning against each other's lips, hands desperately gripping at sweaty flesh. And then they're off, tugging each other from the dance floor in the direction of home, eyes lock and fingers entwine, the identical adoring grins more intimate than any kiss.
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