Dance

It was always a little jarring. Cloud looked from a distance as though he should smell like something soft or effeminate. Girly shampoo, or fabric softener. But when Reno was close enough to smell him, he was taken aback to discover, even after all this time, that Cloud smelled like a man. Leather, flesh, a little musky, some unidentifiable fragrance that was his alone, but definitely a man.

It never failed to make a hot hardness pool in Reno's stomach and flow downward in a very pleasant manner.

"What are you grinning about?" the object of his sheerly pornographic thoughts asked. "Nobody needs to look that happy about moving furniture in this heat."

"My chance to see you sweaty and half naked in the middle of the day, yo!"

"Horndog. No, I'm not complaining." Cloud took a long drink from the 'free' beer that was Tifa's payment to the boys for moving the retro jukebox into the bar.

"Pity I can't get you to dance to this thing, babe."

Generally speaking, Cloud hated endearments. It had everything to do with being short, with having fluffy hair, with having a baby face. However, most of Reno's nicknames were uttered when he was being soundly and loudly fucked. Or about to be.

He had to admit, it removed the annoyance somewhat.

"I actually know how to dance."

Giving up all semblance of work to sniff his hot, sweaty, half nude boyfriend, Reno sat on a barstool and opened a second beer. "What? No, I am so hearing this."

"Ballroom dancing. Now don't roll your eyes."

"Nerd."

"With the right music and partner, it can be very sexy."

"Geek."

"I'll show you when we finish. There's an extra blow job in it for you if I'm wrong." It was an empty wager and they both knew it. The only possible way for them to fit in more sex was on a leap year.

"You're on." Reno licked the sweat from Cloud's neck and jumped back into his work.

Roughly a half hour later, the old juke box was in place and loaded with all the CDs anyone had wished to donate. Cloud picked something slow and sensual for his "lesson."

"OK, it's like this. One hand on shoulder, other on the waist, hips flush…"

"Hips what?"

"Touching. So you can feel my every move. I lead. Basic step is a box step. I step back with my left foot as you step forward with your right. Hips tilt forward to accommodate the movement smoothly. Got it? Now…"

Reno followed. The hip tilt rubbed his semi-erect cock directly against Cloud's. He had the sudden feeling he wasn't getting that extra blowjob next February 29.

Unfazed, Cloud continued, "Now your left foot…" until Reno had learned to make a box step. And for extra credit, he had discovered that blue balls weren't fatal.

Tifa was typically oblivious to the sexual tension in the room when she came out of the back. "Oh, you boys are done! Why don't you go home and change, and we'll have a party for the jukebox tonight!"

"You're so getting yours in the shower, Strife."

"Excellent." He didn't look the least bit intimidated.

They didn't make it to the shower. They barely made it inside. Reno pulled off his tank top and Cloud pulled the tip of Reno's nipple against his upper lip with his tongue. And, for lack of a better term, tongue-fucked it. Right there against the front door.

When Reno came back to himself, his pants were still around his ankles, his dignity was somewhere out in the living room, his cock was buried deep in Cloud's ass, and they had added drool and semen to the sweat that already liberally coated their bodies. Wordlessly they continued undressing and showered. Ready for their return to the bar, Cloud slyly asked, "So, want to dance?"

Ass.

They strolled into Seventh Heaven hand in hand. Tifa shouted across the bar, "It's a huge hit! Your tab is on the house!" They nodded mutely, still in an endorphin haze. Rude toasted, "Thanks for all the manual labor, partner."

Cloud snorted. Reno really, really did not want to know what he had done post nipfuck. Assuming that was even a word. At any rate, Cloud seemed no worse for wear. So to speak.

Gods. Cloud pulled him out of his reverie and out onto the dance floor. A jazz tune was playing. Cloud called it fuck music.

The prettiest thing

I ever did see

Was dusty as a handle on a door

Rusty as a nail

Caught in the old pine floor

Looks like home to me

Home. Cloud. One of Cloud's hands now tangled in Reno's ponytail while the other thumb hooked lazily in the belt loop of his jeans. Home.

"Um, babe? About this afternoon…"

"It was awesome. I love you."

"I don't remember anything past whatever it was you did to my nipple."

He never broke step. "Just a little tongue action."

"Sweet Gaia. Fuck. Did I hurt you? I hope I wasn't too rough."

Cloud gazed at a drop of sweat that hovered just above Reno's solar plexus. Paralysis could not have stopped him.

He kissed it. Salty. Like sex.

"I took care of both of us. It's okay."

"Thank gods. Thank you. I was incapable.

"Call it enlightened self interest. At any rate, you were incredible. WE were incredible. It was the fuck of the century." Cloud chuckled softly, a beautiful sound.

Reno had it bad, all right.

The music changed; slower and more sensual. They kept dancing because they didn't know what would happen If they stopped. Sharks die if they stop swimming, Reno thought randomly.

I'm drinking for the pleasure of falling

And I'm falling for the pleasure of pretending

That you're sitting by the window waiting

For me to come calling

Reno leaned into Cloud. Gods knew he remembered with agonizing clarity those days before they had spoken to each other of what they felt. Before raw need had trumped social awkwardness on a rural bike ride. Reno had kissed Cloud, Cloud had kissed Reno, and the next thing either of them knew Cloud was laid out on his bike with his dick in Reno's mouth.

Thank Gaia they had parked first.

Reno felt himself harden at the memory, knew Cloud felt it too.

"Let's fuck."

He thought he was having a Reno moment until he felt Cloud's eyes on him expectantly. "Gaia to Reno, I said let's fuck."

"Okay."

"Not here."

"No shit, Cloud. We'll get arrested."

"Not sure of your standards at the moment."

"Bathroom?" Reno suggested helpfully. Raw lust roared in his brain.

"Home."

"Whose?"

"Mine's closer."

"I'll come in my pants on Fenrir."

"Not my problem."

He made it. Shaking and in a cold sweat but he made it. He felt like he should put it on his resume. But Cloud was out of patience and was undressing them both all the way to the bedroom. "I thought you were damn hot in this shirt this afternoon but now it's got too many buttons."

Reno solved the problem by popping open the top button and yanking it over his head, then repeating the action on Cloud. Turk ingenuity at its finest, before Cloud got any more creative nipple ideas.

But Cloud seemed more intent on Reno's mouth and the fly of his jeans and Reno was not in a mood to dissuade him. This felt good. "Dancing turns you on this much?" He thought he'd sign up for lessons. Hell, become a ballerina, bright red ponytail pointing straight down to his tight ass.

It could work.

"No, you do."

Never mind.

Then they were naked, Cloud on top of him, all hot soft skin and hard muscle. Reno loved it. Cloud's slick fingers were suddenly pressing up into Reno's ass and seemingly of their own will, his legs parted wider to give him the entrance he sought, and he fucking loved it. Cloud was dying to fuck him, he was beautiful, and he was all Reno's.

Life was good, yo.

It was the last full sentence that struggled through Reno's sex addled brain before his orgasm hit him with the force of an earthquake. He threw his head back, soaked with sweat, and screamed "THAT WAS FUCKING AWESOME!"

Cloud laughed. "I love that there is never any question about how you feel." Reno shifted so that his head was lying on Cloud's shoulder. He could not have possibly been happier, or more sated.

"Love you," Cloud whispered.

"Love you too. Lots. Bunches. All that shit."

You are my world.

Cloud angled his head in for a kiss. "Reno, you're a really good dancer. You have a natural grace." You dance like you fight. Like you fuck.

"Oh good, because I can't wait to do this again," Reno grinned around a kiss.

They fell asleep like that, still entwined with each other, the gentle swaying of the music becoming the stuff of dreams.