Danny wasn't moving at all and that wasn't helping Dash with his mood. He didn't like the way the redhead had kept creeping close or how his hand seemed magnetically pulled to Danny's arm, his fingers brushing against Danny's skin. The memory had Dash grinding his teeth.
In an effort to control his temper, and he was a little embarrassed with Danny's petrified state, he grabbed Danny by the hips and attempted to show him the steps. Truth was he had never danced with another guy, but if the girls could do it together it shouldn't be a problem for them. He was just showing Fenton the moves was all, and if anybody had a problem with that, well he would just hit them till they didn't anymore. Anything to keep the idiot glaring at them from the refreshment table from taking advantage of Danny's inebriated state.
Danny stiffened more, if at all possible, when his hands grasped his hips. He started struggling a little trying to get away, but stopped when Dash hissed in his ear.
"Stop squirming and start dancing, just follow my moves. Think of it as repayment for the dance lessons earlier, we'll have the girls drooling over us like guys over lesbians."
Danny stilled and waited a moment, then nodded. Dash adjusted his grip slightly, the skin beneath Danny's denim pants trembled at his touch and Dash felt a shiver run up his arm but shook it off. Still, he pulled Danny closer and waited a few moments to pick up the beat, then slowly started moving.
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Personally I have no idea how to dance so don't expect an erotic description of them together on the dance floor. Besides, you honestly think something might happen between two currently straight guys who still hold mild contempt for each other? Not for a while, be patient. There is alcohol consumption involved so it won't be that long.