They were comfortable together, Bill held him and Klaus made a happy noise and it was like the sounds of the club dulled into the background. They moved with the beat of the music, but Bill wasn't listening to it, not really. There were more important things to listen to and Bill stroked his thumb up and down the delicate tremble of Klaus' pulse in his neck.
What had started out as quite good dancing had deteriorated as they became unwilling to separate and swaying was just as good as long as Klaus was holding onto him. They weren't drunk, he wasn't even buzzed, but the other man made him feel that same heady and alive feeling that would come with a few too many.
"Let's get some air," Bill murmured. He could use a cigarette and maybe a break from the press of bodies around him, Bill felt confident he could have the press of Klaus back when he wanted.