Baby Boy - Pogue/Tyler

A/N: I did not die. :)

Pogue loved sex. He loved it a lot. Because he loved sex, he also loved sweaty, hot nightclubs because they were filled with pretty girls and fine men bumping and grinding and shaking their hips, promising him good things to come later in the night-he didn't need those good things from them, though, he already had that taken care of, but he still loved the feel of a club.

At the moment, he was in the middle of the dance floor, sandwiched between two girls who were dancing on him as if he were a candy prize and they were ready to eat it up. The song changed, but Pogue didn't pay much mind to it-he only knew because the girls had changed their rhythm. A part of it caught his ear-

Baby boy you stay on my mind

Fulfill my fantasies

I think about you all the time

I see you in my dreams

A smile spread on Pogue's lips and his eyes closed on their own. Baby boy; his mind instantly filled with images of his boyfriend, who refused to join him on his escapades, no matter how much Pogue asked him. In Tyler's words, it was 'his' thing, and he trusted him to not let it go any further than dancing.

However, the body grinding into him would feel so much better if it was Tyler's. That thought plagued Pogue's mind for the rest of the night.

A/N: short, but I think it's better to ease into this stuff again. I'll try to get through the prompts I had listed in the last chapter, but if you have any new ones, feel free to drop em off!