"I have taken it upon myself," Justin said as he, Heath, and a rabble of other superstars took their seats at the tables of the bar. "To let you two know… you need to lighten up and have a dance."

"Here, here," came a chorus of cheers from their colleagues.

John looked over to Randy with a huge smile. They had only just finished having a conversation about going out and having a dance when a song came on they knew and would be okay dancing to. As much as they enjoyed the music currently in the charts, neither of them would consider getting on to a dance floor with it.

"It takes a couple more drinks to get Randy on the dance floor," John said forgoing the comments they knew would come if they told them the truth. Unfortunately John's comment backfired some as Cody and Heath both jumped up and went to the bar to get another round of drinks in.

"Nice one, John," Randy said pulling him into a loose headlock. "Now I'm going to go out there at some stage."

A couple more songs played and the guys started drifting back onto the floor, leaving John and Randy by themselves once more. John shifted so he was nearer to Randy, and Randy's hand slipped under the back of John's shirt.

"You eager to get out there?" Randy asked, his fingers teasing John's skin at the bottom of his back, causing him to shiver. "Mmm, sensitive tonight."

"Ran, we've been skirting around this for nearly a month or more," John said closing his eyes as he enjoyed Randy's touch. "I'm getting to the point where I'd be happy to let you get me off right here."

"Want to dance?" Randy said removing his hand and pulling John's top down again. "I'm sure we can manage one song out there."

John, unable to form any words in reply, just nodded. Randy stood at the same time as John and John took a deep breath before heading out onto the floor. It was getting harder and harder to be around Randy so much and he wasn't sure how much more he could handle before breaking.

Just as they reached their group of friends, the song changed and John and Randy looked at one another. Finally a song they could handle. Nickelback's S.E.X.

"Want to show 'em how to get it on?" Randy joked in John's ear, pulling him into his body.

John wrapped an arm around Randy's neck, as Randy's hands stayed on his hips. John looked over his shoulder and saw a couple of their friends leave the floor, too embarrassed to be dancing to the song, though John couldn't understand why. It wasn't as explicit as some of the songs they'd been dancing to.

The pair moved against one another, pressing their bodies as close as they could get. Without even needing to look at one another they knew how the other was going to move and they worked together. John's free hand worked its way up Randy's arm, admiring the contours of his muscles and then moved across to his chest.

John, at that moment, with the way Randy was pushing against him, wished they were alone at the hotel, in bed. Then, the pressure he could feel building up in his pants would be released as Randy worked his magic. Where they were with their relationship right now, they hadn't done anything more than kiss on the odd occasion. Neither of them able to take the next stage.

John was finding it hard, much like both he and Randy were right now, to hold out hope. So far, Randy had made no show of even thinking of asking him out, and John wished he would make his move, before they lost their chance.

"I know what the song is about," Randy said in his ear. "But can you stop thinking about the two of us having sex, because I'm going to explode in my pants soon."

"Maybe if you'd ask me out, we'd already be having it," John said. "At least then we wouldn't need to be doing this to one another."

The pair damn near stopped dancing, their bodies still moving automatically though, wanting to feel the other pressed against him. John looked at Randy, trying to hold his gaze which was starting to harden. He knew Randy hated being put on the spot but they needed to do something about this. Randy looked as though he was going to answer but then stopped, reaching for his back pocket. He pulled out his phone and held it up so John could see.

PAUL LEVESQUE CALLING

"I've got to take this," Randy said, frowning at John.

John knew he was sorry about the interruption but it didn't help matters. He and Randy stepped back from one another and Randy made his way outside to take the call as John returned to their friends.

"Hey Paul what's up?"

"Randy, I understand you're out with the guys, but I need you to come back to the hotel for a meeting," Paul said on the other end of the phone.

"Okay, what about?"

"Randy, we've had the results back from the last round of drugs tests."