This Boy Is On... : Mickey and James and OPEN
James wasn't a bad dancer either, though Mickey wondered whether the way their abdomens seemed to grind was on purpose or not. Whatever the reason, it had some effect on Mickey. He wasn't growing hard, not exactly, but he was growing. And if Mickey was guessing correctly, it had an effect on James as well.
It wasn't cheating. Not anymore. Leon had given up on them. He'd said so himself. Leaving Andrei isn't an option.
Mickey grinned in response, his hand going up, brushing past James' chest before softly following the curve of James' lower lip with his thumb. "You're hot too," he murmured, "your mouth, your eyes, your ass, I mean, of course." Mickey wiggled his eyebrows.
He created a little more distance between them, but as he did so, Mickey also started to move them around on the dancefloor, aiming for edges of the room instead of in the middle of the crowd. Somewhat more privacy. He leaned forward, his lips almost touching James' ear as he said: "What can I do to up my score, Weatherby?"