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The club wasn't exactly Irwin's scene, the thumping music and the mass of sweaty bodies, but he was happy to be there with Guy, specially when he broke the kiss, suddenly very aware of his cock, his hips pressed forward against Guy's. He was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans, coat abandoned at the cloak-room. He pushed his fingers into Guy's hair and pulls; an idea was forming.

"We should go back to the hotel," he said. They'd rented a room earlier, if only for the novelty. He leaned in and kissed Guy again, hungrily. "We should go right now."

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[patriotqueen]

Guy was having a blast. Fuck 'Le Boeuf'; they should have had this in London in his world (of course they would have been rounded up - again - and the consequences would have been a lot harsher, considering all the wriggling and writhing bodies on the dance floor). He'd been indecently touched by several, propositioned by a few and asked to dance by a couple. And he'd just been to the bar to get Tom and he a drink.

He didn't take anyone up on any offer, but came back to Tom, who looked delightfully out of place and terribly sexy in that tight shirt.

They kissed, hand in his hairs, but then; an unexpected pull. "Should we?" He teased. "I don't think I'm done dancing yet. Why do you want to go now?"