A/N: This was written before I began work on the drabbles, but thought I'd post it anyway, since it fits. I'm not sure I like how it turned out, but there you are. I think the problem is that it makes absolutely no sense. And yes I made up the words sexwonderful and dancesex.

Prompt 49: Club (Reid/Morgan)

A hot tangled writhing twisting,
Bumping grinding slick and sliding
mass of undulating human bodies contained
in an impossibly small area.
He is lost and found here,
willingly coerced,
into this madness deemed "normal."

What is normal?
Not him, this geeky awkward
clumsy uncoordinated shy unusual man,
frighteningly smart (so incredibly stupid)
His companion –
suave smooth graceful gorgeous
intelligent ladies' man (every woman's dream) –
is this how everyone is?
(Anomaly)

A hand on his shoulder –
urging, encouraging –
and they are in the midst of that writhing mass.
Trapped now, no way out.
Surrounded by so much pulsating energy
(move with the flow, the music)
Hands moved to hips –
left to right, right to left –
guiding, instructing,
slightest touch electric.

Sway, grind in time, listen to the beat.
(Now you've got it – there you go)
Time is speeding up, or perhaps it is
the music
Or perhaps it is the sheer joy of the touch
of this man.
Socialization-education
gone horribly wrong
Experiment – oh yes, he would like to experiment
(Let yourself go, nobody is watching you)
Nobody to judge, evaluate.
So incredibly tempting
to just give in to his desires.

Mind gone, flying high on this beautiful ecstasy.
He is (not) thinking
relying purely on instinct,
focusing on feel, on touch, on movement
of hips, hands, feet, shoulders,
lips – as his companion's whisper-scream instructions
(feel the beat, let it flow through you)

They are so close, so close, so intimate,
so far away.
Bodies pressing on every side
mashing them together
Yet the other keeps his distance-
turns him around so that they are back to front, front to back
and he now has full view of the crowd surrounding them
(That's it, now you're ready)
and lets go of the hips.
No contact
Panic
Clutching back toward those safe arms

Unsafe
On the edge, teetering toward utter devastation
Domination
God, don't let this ever stop
Arms wrapped around him now
grinding, grinding
Laughter in his ear, encircling him, drowning out the music
(I've got you, kid. I won't let go till you're ready)
Will he ever be?
Stay here, stay now,
don't ever stop.

Dancing, writhing, sexwonderful
and he's high, high, flying
hard
God, so hard
Pushes backward, grinding harder, hears the moan
(Yes)
Oh, Jesus, yes.
Wanting, wanted
Innocence turned corrupt
turned to heavenly devilishness
(Tell me what you want)
Gasping, panting, get the fuck off the dancefloor
Your place or mine?
But not going anywhere
Oh, no, gonna ride this out
this storm inside – Dancesex
too wonderful
Stay, stay, staystaystaystayTOOMUCH

Gone.