Jack muttered to himself as he struggled to unplug a wire inside of his tool-bot. The wire ended up getting glued to its latch because some grease leaked into it and dried up. Jack let out a groan, reaching for a screwdriver that was at a distance where his fingertips barely brushed the tool. He let out a sigh and gave in, dropping the wires and cords in his arms before walked over to the screwdriver. He could not wait till his tool-bot was fixed.

The young genius saw that Chase was sweeping up some glass and metal pieces that they had missed after finally getting all of the machines out of the lab and not wishing to sweep for the fifth time that night. Jack assumed that Chase was only doing that so he could do something besides watch him. Chase would usually meditate if nothing was happening, but he didn't seem to want to leave him alone. Apparently Jack could be trusted with knowledge of the warlord's past, but he can't handle being in his own lab without supervision.

Jack soon grew tired of the silence and went over to a set of speakers that were hanging on the wall that he had smoothed out with a very powerful cutting tool that was currently laying on a counter, the wires inside of it singed and needing replaced. The speakers were a little burnt on the sides and their screens were a little damaged, but they worked and would make due till Jack bought new ones. The young man took out his phone and pressed several buttons before turning up a knob that was on a panel between the two speakers. A pop song played loudly, the bass thumping so hard that Jack could feel it in his chest.

"Spicer!" Chase snapped, not appreciating the sudden change in atmosphere. Jack didn't seem to hear him as he started swaying to the music while he continued to work. Chase let out a groan and looked down, realizing that he was tapping his foot to the beat of the song. He quickly stopped himself, thinking that he had a lot more self-control than that and Jack's swaying and the music was not going to take that away from him. "Spicer!" Chase repeated louder, walking over to the younger man. "Spicer!" Chase put a hand on Jack's shoulder and turned him around. He saw that Jack hesitated for a moment, as if recovering from something, before speaking.

"I'm sorry, what was that? I couldn't hear you over my jams!" Jack said with a laugh. Chase growled in annoyance and went over to the speakers himself, pressing the red button on the center panel, assuming it was the power source. The warlord let out a breath of relief when the music stopped and he could finally hear himself think again.

"Have some fun for once." Jack huffed and joined Chase at the speakers, turning the speakers back on. Chase quickly pressed the button again and Jack did as well. The two went back and forth several times before Chase grabbed Jack's wrist and spun him around, pinning the younger man's arm to his own back. Jack's throat closed up a little bit as he could feel his face warming up and turning a light shade of pink. He swallowed and reached out with his free arm, pressing the button one more time. Chase grunted and released Jack, no longer wanting to deal with this and knowing that if he smashed the music maker, he'd have to deal with a whining Jack and he really didn't want to deal with that either.

"You are such a child." Chase said between his teeth.

"Come on, Chase, live a little." Jack chuckled. "It's just some music."

"That insult to the ears is not music. It's just instruments being pounded together while someone is either complaining about their lives or bragging about a sexual encounter of some sort." Chase stated.

"That's why you don't listen, you feel." Jack started swaying again. "You just move and let the music take control."

"Absolutely not. I will not allow some horrendous sound control me." Chase crossed his arms, showing that he was not planning on changing his opinion at all.

"Buzz-kill." Jack muttered before his entire body perked up, coming up with an idea. "I hope they still work." The young genius ran over to several bots that had small bodies and long, thin, limbs. Jack flicked a switched on each machine and stepped back, laughing and clapping with joy when they buzzed to life and started dancing.

"You have got to be kidding me." Chase groaned. "What are those!?" He asked, raising his voice so he was heard over the music and seeing that Jack was now dancing with the robots.

"They're my dance-bots." Jack stated. "No one likes to party alone." Chase sighed and uncrossed his arms, putting them on his hips while he watched Jack do some very odd 'moves'. At one point Jack pinched his nose and wiggled his whole body as he bent at the knees. He then made fists and spun them around in a circle in front of his chest that moved away from him.

"You look ridiculous." Chase informed. "What are you even doing?"

"What? You've never heard of the swim?" Jack asked, repeating the first move. "Or the cabbage patch?" He redid the second move.

"What does an aquatic activity and a field of vegetables have to do with what you seem to insist on calling dancing?"

"They're just moves that everyone knows and can do. Try it!" Jack said with a large smile.

"I will not submit myself to voluntary suffering and torturous humiliation."

"Don't be such a party-pooper."

"I don't even want to know what that slang means." Chase huffed and rolled his eyes.

"Do you at least know what a side touch is?" Jack asked. Chase raised a brow and patted his side, gesturing that he believed it was what Jack meant. "No. Not even close, although I probably should have called it a side-step, since it's a lot more clearer what the move is." Chase just stared at Jack. "Let me show you." Jack stepped one foot to the side and had the other one join it, then he repeated the move to the opposite side. "See, easy. You can do it."

"I'm not doing that."

"Please." Jack pouted his lip out to the extreme and held his hands together. "I promise to never bother you about dancing ever again and I'll turn the music down."

"Or I could just smash the machine and break your legs."

"Please! Please! Please!" Jack begged.

"Alright, just stop that." Chase sighed. "Like this?" He asked, as he copied the same steps Jack had made. The younger man let out an excited laugh and started to side touch with Chase.

Chase was about to stop, feeling as if he's done more than enough to satisfy whatever Jack had wanted, when he saw that Jack was getting into the music. The younger man's whole body moved with him and soon his dance changed to several versions of the 'side-step' and looked like he was having a lot of fun. Chase took in a deep breath and decided to try what Jack had mentioned, to not listen to the music, but to just feel it. Chase finally let go a little and actually danced with the younger man. He saw that Jack was now moving his arms as well, pumping his chest out every time one arm went up and he stepped with the opposite leg. Chase mimicked the move and ended up getting very close to the other man as they danced.

Jack yelped and Chase grunted when there was suddenly a loud pop and the music stopped playing, snapping both men back to reality. Jack let out a loud groan and ran over to the speakers, small clouds of smoke came out of the now fully ripped screens. Chase found that he was breathing heavily and could feel his heart beating fast, he was only dancing, there was no extreme movements. Why was he so exhausted?

"It's dead!" Jack yelled and slapped the speaker, letting out a gasp of pain when he burnt his hand. "Shit!"

"For a self-proclaimed genius, that wasn't a very smart idea."

"Shut up! I know!" Jack snapped and held his hand. "That really hurt." He whined, sounding as if he was going to cry.

"Let's get you back to lair, put some cream on your burn and wrapped it up before you start crying and annoying me more than you usually do."

"Okay. " Jack said softly and followed Chase out of the lab.

Jack waited for Chase to threaten him to not tell anyone about the dancing, but it never happened as they walked all the way back up to the lair. It didn't happen as a burn cream was put on his hand nor when his hand was wrapped up in a bandage. They worked on some more drawing lessons, they ate dinner and then separated for bed. Jack was never threatened. There was never a hint of a glare or anything from Chase for the rest of the day.

The genius sat in his bed and lightly traced a finger along the bandage on his hand, his body still burning from Chase holding it to apply the cream and wrap the bandage. He was having a very, very hard time shoving the feelings he had down and make them go away. It didn't help that he was with Chase every day for hours on end and if he tried to avoid the older man, he'd be question and lying to Chase was almost impossible to accomplished since the warlord was basically a human lie-detector. It also didn't help that he was unconsciously having them do things that got them close together. Dancing? Really? Why did he believe for even a second that that was a good idea? He was sabotaging himself without even realizing it.

Jack plopped back down on the bed in one of the many spare rooms Chase had in his lair. Why did Chase have so many bedrooms when he never had people over? He just sighed and brushed that thought aside, not really needing to overthink that as well and risk losing even more sleep. Jack curled up under the blankets and tried his best to shut off his brain, willing himself to sleep and knowing that he needed to find a way to make his feelings for Chase go away before it was too late and he got himself hurt.