It's warm out on the patio, a light wind blowing through your hair as you lean against the railing, listening to the music blaring from the speakers. It had been too hot to stay inside the dark, musty club, and so you'd come out here to get a breath of fresh air and see if maybe there was something worth staying here for. You'd come with friends, but they'd all since found guys to dance with, leaving you alone; that was fine with you, though -- they tended to get annoying when they were drunk anyway.
You see him before he sees you, which gives you the perfect chance to look him up and down carefully. Dark hair contrasts with pale skin, tight jeans accentuate thin legs, straight hips, narrow body, and a black t-shirt - all in all, you decide you like what you see. You scan back up his body to his face, examining each of his features, and it's then that blue eyes meet yours.
He smirks, knowing exactly what you were doing, but you just raise an eyebrow, not embarrassed in the slightest. This time, it's his turn to check you out, giving you an appreciative glance up and down, and when his eyes meet yours once more, you motion him over with a tiny nod of your head. He shakes his head, and you smirk; you always have liked a little bit of a challenge.
The original plan was to essentially eye fuck him until he caved, but then your favourite song starts to play over the speakers, and you give that up quickly. You make your way through the crowd to him, and his smirk only grows bigger as you take each step. No words are spoken when you finally get there; you simply grab him by the wrist and pull him to the dance floor, turning around so your back is flush to his chest.
You start to move to the rhythm of the song easily, your hips rocking fluidly against his, and his hands immediately move to grip them just tightly enough for you to feel his body heat through the thin material of your dress. His breath is hot on your neck, only adding to the fire that's starting to run in your veins, when he leans down to whisper lowly, "Tom."
You look back at him, blue eyes meeting yours once again, and tell him your name, never stopping the motions of your lower body. His hands wander up your sides, down past your hips to your thighs, then right back to where they started, sending tiny shivers up your spine from the feather light touch. "Come here often?"
"Often enough. Never seen you around before," you answer, slinking down his body slowly as you raise your arms over your head to rest on the back of his neck gently.
"You could say I'm just passing through," he says with a grin. You're curious, but don't question him further, choosing to let him remain mysterious for the time being. Instead, you turn to face him, your bodies still pressed together as closely as they can be, and you rest your hands on his chest, feeling the muscles contracting underneath your palms from your touch.
One song turns into two turns into five, and you've hardly moved from this position. His hands have boldly dropped from the small of your back to the curves of your backside, keeping your hips flush against his. Your lips are only inches apart now, an intense, teasing look being shared between the two of you as you dart your tongue out to lick your lips seductively before dropping your gaze once more. You want him, and he wants you, but neither of you wants to cave first and tell the other to take you home. You've lost this unspoken game once already tonight -- it's his turn.
You feel him shift and his head move slightly, and you look up at him just in time to feel another body pressed against your back. You start to turn around, wondering just who could be behind you when you've obviously shown Tom is the only man you'll be dancing with tonight, but his hands anchor you in position. "Relax. He's a friend of mine."
You look to see an almost exact copy of Tom, save for a bit sharper jaw. He grins, and if this was under different circumstances, you would melt at just how sweet his smile is. "I'm Dan," he says, his hands coming up to your waist as Tom's move back around to your sides. "Mind if I join you?"
You're confused to say the least as you tell him your name, but when you look up at Tom, suddenly everything becomes clear without him having to say it. Twins. Nonetheless, he grins and explains just what's on both of their minds. "Why don't you come home with us tonight?"
"With both of you?" you ask incredulously; even though you understand exactly what he means, you can't believe they're serious. Wasn't that... a bit weird?
"Unless you're not comfortable with that kind of thing," Dan says immediately, starting to let go of you, but you grab his hand and pull it back.
"No, no," you say with a smirk, turning around to face the the other boy and running a finger down his more defined jaw gently, making him shudder lightly. "I'm totally comfortable with it." And for some reason, you are, even though you'd never dreamed of yourself as the kind of girl who would even dance with two men, much less go home with them. And especially not twins.
Tom's voice is low in your ear as he leans in from behind you, "I knew I picked the right girl."
The ride back to the hotel is silent, but there's a tension in the car that you know will break as soon as you reach the room. You're in the middle of the two of them, Dan's hand resting hot and heavy on your inner thigh, creeping up with every mile that passes; likewise, you're doing the same to Tom, feeling him get harder with each inch your fingers move. His grip on the steering wheel is so tight his knuckles are white, and after much too long, he pulls into the parking lot of the hotel where they're staying.
An awkward walk through the lobby and a tense ride up the elevator later, you step into the room, keeping a cool demeanor the entire time even though the butterflies in your stomach are fluttering like they never have before. You turn back to look at Tom and Dan and grin. "Well?"
They exchange a look before Tom steps up first, wrapping his arms around your waist tightly and pulling you in for a hot kiss. You melt into the embrace, his lips warm and soft against yours the way you'd imagined they'd be. At the same time, Dan comes over and leans into your neck, kissing the side gently as Tom's lips work against your mouth in the perfect rhythm, causing your eyes to flutter shut in bliss already.
"My brother and I are gonna take good care of you, love," Dan whispers in your ear before moving to suck at the sensitive skin behind it.
"Exactly," Tom agrees, his fingers sliding down your body slowly to the hem of your dress. "We're gonna make it a night you'll never forget."
