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The Bump and Grind	By : roxyfic Category: 1 through F > Fast And The Furious, The Views: 13291 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The Bump and Grind

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"Fuck, this is a gay bar," Dom hissed into Brian's ear as he looked around the dimly lit club in horror.

It had taken a few minutes for Dom's eyes to adjust to the low lighting, now he wished fervently that they hadn't. Men ... men were everywhere. Even the ones that were dressed like women - they were men too. The couples clinging together that he had assumed were males and females weren't that at all. They were men ... gay men. They were pressed close together, openly touching, flirting ...

Brian laughed as he took the twin bottles of beer off the bar and handed one to Dom.

"You didn't know the 'Glory Hole' was a gay club?"

Dom's only response was one of his patented, forehead crinkling scowls.

Brian grinned as he rose up on his toes to see over the crowd. "Ah ... there's an open table. Follow me." With one hand he held his beer high to protect it from broad shoulders and elbows. He used his other hand to get a firm grip on Dom's arm and drag the bigger man along with him. They squeezed through the crowd quickly, sometimes having to turn sideways and crabstep to make it through, but eventually they did get to the small table Brian had spotted and managed to sit down.

"Some mother-fucker gave me a pinch on my ass," Dom said sourly.

"Only one?" Brian grinned hugely as he lifted the beer bottle and took a big swig.

Dom felt someone brush against his back and cringed.

"Relax, Dom," Brian said as he sat the bottle down and reached under the table to lay his hand on a tense, rock-hard thigh. He leaned close and whispered, "I'll protect you."

Dom growled and knocked the hand off his leg in disgust. "You're gonna protect me?" He deliberately turned his head back and forth around the room, glaring at anyone who happened to catch his eye. "Fuck. I'll probably end up having to crack a few heads open just to keep you from getting drug off and fucked in some dark corner."

"Actually ... there are rooms in the back for that sort of thing."

Dom gripped the edges of the table tightly. "And just how the fuck do you know that?" he demanded to know. His voice rumbled deeply and the table vibrated beneath his hands.

"Somebody told me once. I forget who," Brian said softly as he slid his hands over Dom's.

Dom felt Brian's touch and once again pulled away. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he asked in confusion. "Why'd you bring me here?"

Slowly, Brian stood. He towered over most of the bar's patrons, tall and lean and tawny in his faded Levi's. His gilded curls caught, reflected, and refracted the colored lights. His sun-kissed skin glowed softly, almost luminescent in the gloom and called attention, not only to his smiling face, but also to the portions of his body that were exposed. Dom could see a large expanse of Brian's nearly hairless chest peeking out from the deep V formed by his loosely fitting and nearly unbuttoned red shirt. When Brian extended his hand, Dom's eyes were drawn to gold-dusted forearm revealed by the rolled up sleeve.

"I brought you here to dance," Brian said softly as he wiggled the fingers of the hand he was holding out. "Now come on. Don't be shy."

Dom looked up into the blue eyes of his lover and was lost. Almost against his will, almost of its own volition, his hand lifted. He watched as his callused fingers twined around Brian's long slender ones. He felt Brian's gentle tug and allowed himself to be pulled to his feet.

Brian started backing through the crowd, keeping Dom's dark eyes prisoner, praying that no one would interrupt them before he managed to get his self-conscious partner out onto the floor, and safely into his arms. Either luck was on his side or the hot, fiery looks the two were exchanging were enough to keep the crowd at bay. Whatever the reason, Brian sighed with relief when he felt the carpeting beneath his feet give way to the polished hardwood of the dance area.

Brian saw Dom glance around at the other men. He looked uncomfortable so Brian slid closer to the broad body, snaked his arms under Dom's, and pressed tightly against the hard thighs.

"Hold me," he whispered into the exposed ear then nuzzled his jaw against the short bristles on Dom's scalp. The friction created a raspy sound that shivered down Brian's spine and pooled around the base of his cock.

He groaned as he felt Dom's arms encircle him. Too loose, too loose.

Dom began to sway with the music. He spread his legs slightly and Brian used the opportunity to squeeze one of his own thighs between Dom's

This close to the speakers, the heavy beat of the music could be felt more than heard and with every beat, Brian began to press his hip against Dom's taut belly. As Brian let his lower body bump and grind, he went to work on Dom's neck. Gentle kisses just below and behind the ear, a delicate teasing lick of his tongue at the lobe, tiny nips to the soft flesh below Dom's chin seemed to do the trick.

He got his reward.

It came in the form of a single, heavily-muscled arm pulling him closer, a big hand gripping the back of his head, a strong torso bending him backward, and a demanding mouth seeking out his own.

Dom leaned into the kiss, thrusting his tongue in deeply.

Brian slid his hands over Dom's broad back, pressing into the hollow of his spine. Then he slid them downward, past the small of Dom's back, over the leather belt, and cupped the hard, round globes of Dom's ass.

Brian felt strong fingers twisting in his hair and pulling his head further back so that Dom could get to his throat. Brian sunk his fingers deeper into the hard muscle of Dom's rear end in order to keep his balance. He cried out in desire when teeth sunk into the flesh above his collarbone.

The heavy throb of the music ended abruptly and a softer, more romantic melody took its place, breaking the mood.

Dom stiffened and straightened up. His naturally dark skin flushed a deeper hue as his dark eyes glanced quickly around and noticed the audience that their necking and petting had drawn. When he tried to pull away, Brian wouldn't let him.

"It's okay. It's okay," he soothed as he pulled Dom's hot, embarrassed, face against his chest and began to shuffle slowly in time to the music. "You boys don't mind us making out, do you?" Brian shouted to the crowd.

Hoots and hollers and applause were his answer.

"See, Dom," Brian said as he kissed the bristled skull. "We can do anything here. We can be ourselves here because this is a gay bar and we're ... well ... I think we might be just a little bit gay."

Dom's soft laughter rumbled against Brian's shirt.
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