Chase wasn't exactly sure why he had let Zuma convince him to come back to the club. He had things to do, like getting his apartment ready for Jake and his wife so they could stay the night while in Chicago. He also had a report to file by the end of the week for a missing child, so really, Chase couldn't come back to the club, even if he'd wanted to.
Too bad Zuma wasn't taking 'no' for an answer.
"Come on, we lots of fun the last time." He said, wiggling an eyebrow at Chase, who scoffed at the implication.
"We didn't even do anything, but gawk at two weirdly dressed dancers like creeps." He said. Zuma had a made noise in the back of his throat, seemly taking offense to what Chase had said.
"Speak fow youwself. I happen to like what I saw." Zuma said with a grin on his face. Chase rolled his eyes.
"Sure you do, pervert." He said. Zuma just gave out a laugh before taking a sip of his drink. It was quiet afterwards, at least, as quiet one could get in a club with thumping music, flashing lights, and body grinding. Chase couldn't help but grimace at the thought of sweaty bodies colliding with each other, in what was suppose to be called 'dancing'. In Chase's opinion, it was more or less sex with clothes on. They were lucky that that type of dancing wasn't against the law, or there would be prisons full of young teenagers dressed in inappropriate clothing, gay or straight, locked behind bars. "So, did I mention I got a call from Skye yet?"
At that, Zuma looked at him, any playful or slight perverted thoughts gone as his emerald green eyes harden.
"Dude." He growled, but Chase shrugged his shoulders.
"I know, I was surprise too. She said she wanted to talk, but..." Chase bit his lip. "I don't know."
"Don't talk to hew," Zuma said, giving Chase a no-nonsense stare. "She left you fow someone else. She made it clear that she was in love with him, and wanted nothing to do with you. Going back to hew just means that if she leaves you again - which in my mind, no doubt she will - she'll just use the same old line as befowe. Don't let hew."
Chase bit his lip even harder.
"You have a point." He said.
"And besides, we'we not hewe to talk about this Skye pewson. We awe hewe fow the dancing." Zuma cheered, making Chase roll his eyes once again. Just as Chase was about to say he was going to leave, the announcer had once again called out the two dancers that caught both his and Zuma's attention, just as the dancefloor cleared and song began to change.
It's getting late, I'm making my way over to my favorite place
I gotta get my body movin', shake the stress away
Chase turned around to see the dancers out on the floor, his eye keeping track of the red one while Zuma kept his eye on the green one. He took notice how they were dancing in sync, and yet, they both had very different styles of dancing.
I wasn't looking for nobody when you looked my way
Possible candidate, yeah
The red dancer seemed to flaunt more than the green. While still in rhythm with the beat, the red dancer was move open with wide moves that Chase was pretty sure would be impossible for any human to do. Twirling, bending over - more than once - freezing in mid-dance, before occasionally dipping low to roll the rest of his body with his hips, it seemed a bit more alluring than the last time Chase had saw him dance.
It doesn't necessarily mean Chase wasn't enjoying the show though.
Especially when they caught eyes again.
Who knew, that you'd be up in here looking like you do
You're making staying over here impossible
Baby I must say your aura is incredible
If you don't have to go, don't
This time there had been a twinkle that Chase could spot a mile away. Like everything else with the dancer, it was incredibly alluring, practically begging Chase to come over and dance with him. The problem was Chase wasn't a dancer, and he wouldn't dare make a fool out of himself when the two genies are in the spotlight.
Too bad the dancer had other plans.
Do you know what you've started?
I just came here to party
But now we're rocking on the dancefloor, acting naughty
Before either of them knew it, the red dancer had began walking towards Chase and Zuma, with a sway in his hips. Obviously, this was not something his partner was use to, because the green dancer looked startled, but continued to dance anyway.
Meanwhile, Chase felt his heart pick up speed when the red dancer started to walk towards him, a blush on his face. Zuma smirked, getting up.
"Welp, don't wanna leave his pawtnew alone. Good luck Chase!" Zuma said, going onto the dancefloor with the green dancer. The dancer looked pleased and gladly had Zuma as his partner, just as the red dancer began to straddled his waist.
It took everything in Chase's power not to get a boner as he looked up in the eyes of the dancer, who, as Chase could tell, was smiling down at him.
Your hands around my waist, just let the music play
We're hand to hand, chest to chest, and now we're face to face
The dancer just kept smiling, even when he began to grind down on Chase's crotch. This movement caught the police officer off guard, and a loud moan echoed with the music, just as the dancer placed his hands beside Chase's head on both side of the table.
I wanna take you away, let's escape into the music
Dj, let it play
I just can't refuse it, like the way you do this, keep on rocking to it
Please don't stop the, please don't stop the music
The dancer pulled off the cloth that hid his smile, and began to kiss softly on Chase's neck, still grinding down on Chase's now ever-growing erection. There was a flush coming across his cheeks just as the dancer lean over to whisper something in Chase's ear.
"You're a lot sexier than I'd imagine you would be." Chase stilled at that, slowly looking over at the dancer. The dancer smiled back at him, hand now traveling down his stomach. Chase couldn't stop the trembles as long fingers went down, down, down, until they got to his belt, and grabbed tightly. Chase licked his lips, nervously, and looked into the eyes of the mischievous dancer on top of him. He had open his mouth to speak, but words were caught in his throat as the dancer teasingly dripped his fingers into his pants, now rocking his hips in motion with the music.
I wanna take you away, let's escape into the music
Dj, let it play
I just can't refuse it, like the way you do this, keep on rocking to it
Please don't stop the, please don't stop the music
"You feel so good," He heard the dancer muttered, fingers dipping into his boxers to play with his hair. Chase bit his lip, the blush continuing to color his face. "So much more than I'd originally thought. Gods, you're so big."
"A-ah," Chase gasped, looking up at the dancer, who was also flushed just as much as Chase was. Chase was keening in the back of his throat. The dancer smiled.
"More. I need," The dancer gasped, grinding particularly hard on Chase's erection. Chase let out a strangle cry as his hips jutted forward, making the dancer gasp softly, closing his eyes as the blush on his face became darker. "Yeah, that's it. That's the spot."
Chase wasn't sure if this was a dream or not.
Looking down, the dancer smiled sadly.
"I want more, but I have to go. But, please come back soon." He said, leaning forwards to plant a kiss on Chase's lips. Chase felt his eyes lowered in response, but before the dancer could pull away, Chase grabbed him firmly from the back of his head, and began kissing him thoroughly. The dancer moaned, opening his mouth as Chase willingly explored it, hands exploring each other's body.
But, that's where it all ended. Because, the dancer pulled away, looked down at Chase with a soft smile, and got up from his lap. It was easy to tell he had been turned on by his actions, considering that the genie's pants did little to conceal the evidence.
"W-wait," Chase croaked out, reaching out a hand, but the dancer had already began to leave. Just like that, the dancer's presence was placed by Zuma, who looked a bit smug and a little bit flush as well.
"Goddamn, the gween one could kiss. A little shy, though, but...you okay, dude?" Zuma asked, giving Chase a once over. Chase, meanwhile, continued to watch the red dancer dance, but as soon as the song ended, both of them were already walking away from the club. "Chase?"
"Fine, but Zuma, I HAVE to know who was that guy?" Chase asked, looking at Zuma with begging eyes. The chocolate haired man shrugged his shoulders and Chase looked down at his erection, one caused by one, sexy as hell red dancer.
Looks like it's just Chase's hand tonight.