Zach definitely felt incredible. Dancing with Z was about the best thing ever, but he had also enjoyed dancing with some other blokes, and the way they practically worshipped his body was something he liked. He was hot and he could dance. And he was mildly flirty at times, but the only bloke he had danced with over and time again was T.
A bloke pulled at his arm as the music changed, but Zach knew what kind of touch was what. And that was not a friendly touch or overly friendly. That was jealous. Zach spun as the arm tried to force him, but instead of spinning aside, he was facing the pretty bloke with T behind him - Zach wasn't out of the way. No one forced him like that, especially not when Z knew T had his back.
Their eyes locked, and it was not terribly friendly at all. Zach arched an eyebrow, questioning. "Move aside, new guy," he spoke quietly but firmly.
Zach pretended to think about it for a moment. "No," he stated. The man again touched Z, trying a dance move to force him out of the way, but Zach slipped out of it with another and fancy footwork. "Not going to work," he stated.
"Oh yea? Prove it," the man's eyes narrowed, "Dance off." His head motioned toward T behind Zach. "For him."
Zach smirked, "No way you could get him." But he nodded. A space on the floor was clearing for them already. Zach turned around, and the drinks were definitely in his system. Oh he was going to win, even if T weren't on the line. Not that T was, really. The irony of the situation was that it was all up to T. If T had wanted the other bloke, Zach wouldn't have - couldn't have - stopped him. But it wasn't about T, for him. But it was for the other bloke. Turning around, Zach quickly grabbed T's face with both hands and kissed him hard. Without saying anything, he joined the other bloke in the middle as the song changed.