"Wow, he's cute."
Viktor's head perked up from where it leant heavily on his fist.
"Hmm? Who? Where?"
Chris just laughed and gestured across the dance floor where two men were practically grinding up against each other. They stopped long enough for one of them to take a selfie before they slipped back to their rhythmic moves, their bodies co-ordinated and hypnotic to watch.
"Too bad. Looks like he has a boyfriend."
Viktor wasn't sure which one Chris was looking at, they were both pretty cute, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from the one with midnight hair slicked back off his forehead, eyes glassy from too much to drink. They way he moved his body was erotic, like he was making music, and Viktor couldn't help but stare.
"I've never seen them before," Viktor said while he eyeballed an arse and thighs that defied logic as the man slut-dropped in time to the thrumming beat. "Do you know who they are?"
Chris smirked but Viktor was too distracted to notice.
"Well, the cutie who keeps taking selfies is Phichit. He's been on the scene for a while. The boyfriend is new. Phi has good taste though."
Viktor nodded absently, barely paying attention.
He watched, fascinated as the two danced for what seemed like hours. Viktor had been coming to this club for years. When he was younger, his long silver hair and flashy outfits made him the centre of attention and he was a whore for the limelight, doing everything he could to shock and entertain his audience. That was a long time ago now though and he found that the years had caught up to him. Gone was the long hair, his cut still playful but more manageable. Gone too was the spandex and the leather and the sheer mesh cut-outs. Instead he wore impeccably cut suits, flattering and mature, although a little restrictive for dancing.
The way the dark-haired man moved, the joy on his face, the tight-fitting clothes, all reminded Viktor of himself and yet, had Viktor ever looked that carefree? He was desperate to know more.
A few hours later Viktor came back to the table from the bar to find Chris just making his way back from the dance floor, panting slightly and his body covered in a sheen of sweat, an arm slung around another man's waist.
The man smiled brightly, waving happily at Viktor who returned a polite smile.
"Hi, you must be Viktor! I've heard about you. My name's Phichit, it's really nice to meet you."
Viktor hadn't recognised him at first. Phichit, the cute guy dancing with him.
"Ah, Phichit, hello! I didn't realise you and Chris were friends. I saw you dancing with someone else earlier... You're a very good dancer."
Phichit grinned wider and winked.
"My friend went home so I thought I'd have some fun with Chris!"
Chris pulled Phichit tighter and the shorter boy giggled. Viktor smiled indulgently but his attention was no longer on the two of them. So the sexy man had gone. He hadn't seen him leave. Viktor felt somewhere in the pit of his stomach something akin to a sense of loss.