Michael had an image of Terry with a spiked collar with a leather leash trailing to his poised and (hopefully) benevolent hand, the metal glinting in the erratic lighting of this gaudy gay oasis. It wasn't his kind of thing- but he could definitely laugh at that. Michael patted at Terry's bum, "We'll talk if you ever actually step out of line or do something I don't like. So far you're the perfect little puppy."
The rest Michael let pass, led out onto the dance floor with images of Kevin slathered in sticky lipstick from head to toe. And the images of him standing proudly over the gaping, confused and humbled maws of the likes of Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas and Zacharias Smith. He'd quite like to see that himself- Kevin that lucky, bold and beaming.
Michael felt the hands slide down his slim hips and smiled over his shoulder at Terry. There were already very sweaty. Michael's hair at his temples was starting to stick together and he had a fresh sheen of it over most of his exposed skin. The rest just clung his clothes to him, a feeling he'd never been one to really appreciate. But no matter. It wasn't going to get any cooler in here.
Michael started to sway. He knew how to sway and he did it sensually smooth. Gyrating back and grinding himself into Terry's hips. But he was stiffer than some of these other men who could give it there all. He didn't have those "Latin hips" to flail around. He slid his hands down Terry's sides but they didn't stay there. Too awkward. Instead he raised them up high and either pawed through Terry's hair or slid them down to parallel Terry's arms. Terry was in control, something Michael had no problem with. He tried to dance where Terry led though it was a little different. He was used to leading.
He tilted his head back and planted his mouth on Terry's cheek. Yeah they probably looked like boyfriends. But it was safe.
Finally irritated with the heat, Michael reached down and peeled his shirt off his body and tucked it into his pockets. He went right back to rest his nose and face craned back to Terry's and let him guide. Sometimes? I really wish you were a woman. I'd marry you tomorrow.