Dean looked over at Fandango in a irritated manner. He was drug yet once again out to the local dance studio by his lover. It sucked that Fandango had gained a key to the building so that way after dark he could go and dance; Dean hated it.
"You aren't even trying!" Fandango complained, throwing his arms up in the air.
"I'm not a dancer!" Dean snapped back, "I'm a fighter."
"Fight a little bit harder to be a dancer and you'll be good." Fandango playfully slapped him on the arm.
"Yeah yeah, I'm just not coordinated like you are." Dean laughed.
Fandango went back and pressed play on the radio before coming back to Dean and standing in front of him with his back to him this time. He wrapped an arm around the back of Dean's neck and slowly grinded against Dean's groin. His ass moved all over Dean's crotch, enticing sweet moans from him. He loved that he had this hold over Dean and before long, he felt Dean's cock pressing against his ass. He turned sweetly around and smiled up at him.
"I think I found it." Fandango smiled as he reached down to rub his hand over Dean's bulge.
"Yeah, you definitely did." He said, taking a sharp breath in.