Page 23 of Storms & Sacrifice
“Did you wanna dance with him?” Am I’m cutting in?
“No, that is alright.” He chuckles. “I do not dance.”
“Aww. Why not?” I poke him in the side.“’s fun.”
“I’m glad you think so. Come on!” Nylan grabs me by the wrist and pulls me onto the dance floor.
Nylan weaves us through the throngs of people dancing, stopping when we find an open spot on the floor. His hips are already moving to the beat of the music, and I start to do the same but hesitate. I manage to shake it off, but I’m still moving a littleawkwardly.
“You okay?” Nylan gives me a funny look.
“Yeah, sorry.” It seems silly to say out loud. “I just realized I’ve never actually danced with a guy before.”
“I thought that might be the case.” He smirks. “Figured I might be a little easier for your first time than either of those big lugs.” He jerks his head in the direction of our owners.
“Thanks.” I laugh, moving a little more confidently.
“I promise it’s not that different from dancing with a girl.” Nylan steps a little more intomy space.
I start to match my rhythm to his, and before long, Nylan reaches out to take my hands, placing them on his hips while his go on my shoulders. Soon enough, the two of us are dancing with ease, the alcohol more than enough to make me forget about feeling self-conscious. The only things I’m paying attention to are the music playing and the half-elf in front of me.
I like dancing. I used to do it all the time back home. Just, you know, with girls. This really doesn’t feel that different. Nylan is a little feminine I guess, but that’s not what I mean. Looking around, I can see that we’re not even the only two men dancing together right now. Most of the couple around us are mixed-gender, but there’s more than one pairing of two men or women on the floor. No one is batting an eye.
“So, how have you two been doing?” Nylan asks, breakingmy trance.
“What do you mean?” Me and Khazak?
“No more fights or...attempted jail breaks?” His eyebrow quirks up at the second part of hisquestion.
“No, nothing like that.” I roll my eyes. “We’ve been getting along pretty great.”
“That’s good to hear.” He smiles as he shimmies. “We were always hoping Khazak would meet someonelike you.”
His words give me pause. “Ny...you know that we’re not really a couple, right? I’m still leaving in two...a month and a half.”Wow, time really flies.
“Yeah, I know... It’s still nice though.” His smile turns sad for justa second.
The tempo of the next song slows down, and the drums start to beat a little louder. Nylan takes the opportunity to pull me in even closer, our crotches all but grinding against each other. Shit, I think he’s even half-hard.MaybeI am too.
“Are you sure we should be dancing like this?” Not that I try tostop him.
“Why? Worried we’ll get in trouble?”he taunts.
“Just wondering what our owners would think if they were watching.” Might not necessarily be thinking anything bad.
“Oh, I’m counting on them watching.” He peers over my shoulder in the direction of their table. “Look.”
He turns us so that I’m able to look, and I can see both Khazak and Ragnar, eyes locked on us. Their faces are mostly amused, but there’s something else there too, something darker. Nylan spins around, drawing my attention back to him.
“I donotlike to be kept waiting,” Nylan growls as he pushes his ass back onto my nowdefinitelyhalf-hard cock.
I look down at Nylan grinding back against me. He’s got a cute lil’ bubble butt back here. I stare at it, somewhat mesmerized, my hands still on his hips. I’m so distracted that I don’t notice anyone else walking up to us until I feel a tap on myshoulder.
“Mind if I cut in?” Ragnar asks with a smirk, not bothering to wait for an answer as he whisks Nylan away from me with a squeakedout “Yay!”
I smile as I watch the two of them start dancing, Nylan’s arms wrapped Ragnar’s neck, looking up at him with so much adoration. It’s really sweet, and not even in a cheesy way. I turn, figuring I’ll head back to the table to join Khazak, only to come face-to-face with the man himself.
“Oh, hi. We can go back to the—’’ My words are cut off when Sir grabs my harness and pulls me to him, a look of determination on his face. “I thought you didn’t dance?”
