Turning slowly, Kemp tried to locate where the vampyre was in the club. When he homed in on his location, Kemp pushed his way through the crowds and stopped in shock. There in front of him, on the third small stage, was Seth—dancing. He seemed oblivious to everything but the beat of the music, although—like the other two dancers—he adroitly evaded the men reaching for him, unless they were thrusting cash into his waistband.
“Now this I didn’t expect at all,” Kemp said to no one in particular.
The red-head next to him chuckled. “What? Pretty boys dancing? It happens every night here.” He eyed Kemp with interest, then, obviously noting he was alone, without a by-your-leave he grabbed Kemp's hands and pulled him into the center of the dance floor. It was so crowded that they were forced into full-body contact to avoid the other dancers. Kemp almost protested and then gave in to the hard beat of the music, putting his arms around the taller man’s neck.
“Nice,” the man murmured, his lips pressed against Kemp’s ear. When he began to nibble, Kemp shivered in response, torn between freeing himself and letting what ever would happen next, happen.
“I guess you decided to take my advice,” a voice said from behind him.
Kemp twisted enough to see Seth standing there, a smirk on his face. He shrugged and replied, “Yeah, and?”
“And you’re not a bad dancer but you need a better partner.”
The red-head scowled at Seth. “Back off, he’s mine.”
“Excuse me? I’m no one’s unless I choose to be,” Kemp told him scathingly as he dropped his arms and stepped back, right into Seth.
Seth laughed, grabbing Kemp to steady him. “I might rescind my comment on your dancing,” he said.
“Or let me prove that I really do know what I’m doing, with the right partner?”
“You’re on.” Seth pulled him close, his hands sliding down Kemp’s back to grip his ass as they moved to the pounding rhythms.
“Are you going to get in trouble, dancing with a customer?” Kemp asked, wrapping his arms around Seth’s waist. Suddenly he realized that he was holding, and being held by, a damned near naked male. And his body was responding to that fact.
Seth grinned, obviously feeling Kemp’s hardness pressing against his own burgeoning erection. “I’m on break right now,” he said a bit huskily.
Kemp chewed his lip as he looked up at him. “For how long?”