A/N: I'm so sorry for the longer than usual wait! I hope this is worth it though!

Dave sighed, closing his eyes to shield off the harsh fluorescent lights of the waiting room. Sebastian never let him come into his appointments with him, so he was left to wait for him in the cold bright room with no cell phone reception. When Sebastian finally came out of the examining room with the same dejected look that followed every visit. Dave sat up quickly, "What'd she say?"

Sebastian shrugged, "Short version? I'm fucked."

Dave laid his hand firmly on Sebastian's shoulder and pulled him into a hug. So maybe it wasn't professional, but it was what he needed, "Seb there's still a chance."

"Yeah," he let his forehead fall onto Dave's shoulder, "and it gets slimmer every day." He pulled away and took his glasses off, running his hand over his face and slipping them back on, "you know what? Fuck it. Let's go get shitfaced."

Dave laughed, "I'm not supposed to encourage you to drink your trouble away."

Sebastian had the unique and terrifying ability to glare through dark glasses even when he couldn't see you, "As my CNA, right?"

"Right."

"Alright, take the rest of the day off," Sebastian smiled.

"Umm sure," Dave frowned, "after I get you home."

"No," he said simply, walking out of the small office, "now."

"Now?"

He smirked, "Now you're off the clock. So Dave, bro, wanna go get shitfaced?"

He laughed, clapping a hand over Sebastian's shoulder, "Sure Seb, I know just the place."

They drove in Dave's large pick-up because Sebastian had never after all these months let him anywhere near his own car, "So what sort of Ohio shit hole are you taking me to?"

"Hey you're the one that wanted to go drinking and there's only one place in town I feel safe enough to drink," Dave countered.

Sebastian's eyebrow rose above the frame of his shades, "Safe enough?"

Dave blushed and took a moment to answer, "I get touchy when I'm drunk."

Sebastian said nothing to that, just smiled and lay back in his seat.

Dave took another sip of his drink (a discretely served sprite instead of the vodka tonic Sebastian had heard him order) while Sebastian worked on his third beer, "This place smells weird."

Dave rolled his eyes, "If you never came here then how the hell did you get laid in high school?"

Sebastian smiled, "All-boys prep school, Dave. Heaven on earth."

Dave took another sip and snorted, "Yeah I can imagine," he smiled as he noticed Sebastian's leg tapping out the beat of the music, "come on lets dance."

He gave a short laugh and drained his beer, "Yeah I don't think so."

Dave tugged on his hand until he was on his feet, "It's dancing Sebastian, did you look at your feet when you danced in show choir?"

Sebastian frowned but let himself be led to the dance floor. Quite honestly he was terrified. He could feel the strangers milling around him, the musk of alcohol and sweat, the vibrations of the too loud music. He loved this once, he could love it again. Just dive into the mass of writhing bodies and let go, he'd done it with his eyes closed before.

Still he clung tightly to Dave's shoulders, swaying slowly into the rhythm and trying not to think about the people looking at him (or not looking at him, he wasn't sure what bothered him more).

Dave's hands were light on his hips, following their movement without gripping. The song changed to a harder deeper bass, the words garbled in a horrid remix that served the sole purpose of making bodies move more.

For the first time in ages he felt like he was in his element… so it was a little bit darker, he'd danced in the dark plenty of times. He let his hands slide down from Dave's shoulders to his forearms and spun in his arms, pressing his back to the other man's chest. It took Dave a second before he slipped one arm around Sebastian's waist and pulled him closer still, hips moving in a slow but firm synchronization.

Sebastian could feel the Dave's warm slightly altered breathing at his neck and it spurred him on. He knew he was a little bit drunk and something in the back of his mind told him that Dave might be freaking out but he couldn't remember why or how it mattered. He could only keep moving and reveling in the feeling of music and warmth and strong perfect arms around him and the rightness of it all.

Despite the obscene volume of the music he heard Dave say his name, like a breathy whine, his lips ghosting over the nape of his neck. Sebastian didn't know what he was trying to tell him, if he wanted him closer or if he needed more space, whether he wanted or needed him at all or simply felt harassed. But there was a pleasant buzz of intoxication in his brain and a natural selfishness in his being.

He craned his neck back, turning his face so that his cheek pressed against Dave's chest, the frantic beat of his heart loud in his ear, "Hey Dave?"

Dave's hand loosened around his waist allowing him to spin towards him again, "Ye..yeah?"

Sebastian let his hands smooth back up to his shoulders and wrap around the back of his neck, pressing their bodies so deliciously close, "Take me home."

"Take me home."

The words reverberated in Dave's head. So very Sebastian to turn an innocent phrase into a puzzle on tone and smirks alone. He hadn't had anything to drink but that seemed to be of little consequence when Sebastian was pressed against him, so so close, moving in torturously smooth moves against him.

"Sure… Yeah," he gulped and found his throat arid as a desert, "tired already? I'll drive you home."

Sebastian shook his head, drunken smile still in place. He giggled, the bastard outright giggled, "No Davey noooo. I mean take me home."

He leant forward suddenly, catching Dave by surprise as his lips brushed the side of his neck. Dave's breathing stuttered, the hands on Sebastian's hips tightening instinctively. He wasn't drunk, he told himself, you can't get drunk off a person's mere presence.

No, he was in all of his senses and knew the right thing to do, the proper thing to do the… the thought died and disappeared as Sebastian's lips latched onto the stretch of skin at the base of his neck and traced patterns with the masterful tip of his tongue.

When he pulled away Dave stood frozen, hands still clenched at the other man's hips as the asshole continued to sway lightly on his feet. His hot lips traced a trail up to his ear and he swore the triumphant smile was evident in his tone, "I'll be a fun and oh so grateful house guest. Take me home with you like you've been wanting to all this time."

A/N: Reviews make the smut ponies sing, just saying.