Brian let the beat thump through him as he cut across Babylon’s dance floor and shoved another twink aside to take his place in front of his lover.

Justin smiled, pushing his damp bangs away from his eyes. "It’s about time," he said, pushing himself up for a quick kiss.

It was too quick for Brian. He reached for the blond’s waist to pull him back, but Justin wiggled away with a sly grin and continued to dance. He turned suddenly, swishing his hips to the pounding music, and gave Brian his own personal view of the ass he loved so much.

Brian snaked his arm around the boy’s hip and tugged, jerking the blond back against his chest. "What are you doing?" he asked, his lips teasing hotly along the edge of the teen’s ear.

The artist leaned his head back against Brian’s shoulder as he ground his ass into the other man’s groin. "What does it look like?" he replied coyly.

The older man pressed them even closer together. "It looks like you want to get fucked," he said huskily.

"It’s about time," the blond repeated with a sigh as Brian nuzzled his neck.

Brian turned the younger man’s face towards himself and kissed him again, this time long and hard. Justin twisted around without separating their lips and wrapped his arms around Brian’s neck. He pulled the ad exec impossibly closer and deepened the kiss until it seemed like they were melting together. After some time, they finally broke apart, but Justin wasn’t happy about it. He tucked his head under Brian’s chin, licking and nipping his throat. Justin felt a low growl reverberate through the other man as his hands began kneading the boy’s ass. Having waited all night for Brian to finish working, that was enough foreplay for the younger man. "Let’s go downstairs," he pleaded. "I need you now."

"Come on." Brian took his hand and led him through the crowd. Unfortunately, it was slow going as the club was filling rapidly.

"Shit," the teen muttered. "It’s probably faster to go outside and fuck in the alley."

Instead of the hearty agreement he expected, Brian just gazed down at him, lost in his own thoughts as he traced his thumb along his young lover’s jaw. "Brian?"

The older man’s eyes snapped back into focus. "Hmm?"

"Something wrong?"

Brian shook his head. "No, just thinking about the idiot intern today."

Justin frowned. "What about him?"

"He said orange is the new blue. I was just checking."

Justin blinked at him. "Whatever," the artist scoffed.

Another orange beam rained down on them from the flashing lights and Brian held their hands up together for Justin to see their glowing skin. "I know. It’s not the same, is it?"

Justin shook his head, then smiled when the lights changed again and blue washed over them. "That’s better."

Brian nodded, dipping his head for another kiss. The crowd nudged them forward and they broke apart. The flashing lights were swirling around them once more and Brian watched a kaleidoscope of color bounce off the younger man’s pale skin. The wild frenzy had suddenly lost its appeal compared to the serene beauty and privacy of their own bedroom. "Let’s go home," the older man suggested and his lover eagerly agreed.