Jayce Duroch never got drunk.

Sure, he snuck the occasional drink out of his parents’ liquor cabinet when they were out for the night, and had actually grown fond of Fireball whiskey and vanilla Coke. But he never got so drunk the world spun, the flashing lights becoming the pulsing of some kind of alien heart and the music thrumming in his bones. Jayce had never really been drunk until that night.

Jayce groaned as he stumbled, fetching up against the closest wall. He knew he shouldn’t have agreed to go out with his high school friends to celebrate their graduation. The fake IDs were bad enough, but then they all vanished on him, enticed away by pretty girls in skimpy clothes. He’d never been partial to crowds to begin with, and being drunk didn’t help as sweaty bodies pressed in on him from all sides.

Jayce scowled, wiping a hand over his face, resolving to rid himself of his bad mood. He was at the club to celebrate, and he was going to have a little fun before the night was over if it killed him- and the way it was going, it just might.

Jayce found his way to the bar, shoving people out of the way when he needed to, and waved his hand at the bartender. A tab had already been set up, courtesy of one of the rich pricks who set up the outing, and the bartender nodded with an easy smile. A new drink was in Jayce’s hand a second later, and he slammed it back before leaving the glass on the counter, forging a path through the writhing bodies to find a wall on the outside of the dance floor.

The dancing didn’t appeal to him either; he was sweaty enough from the oppressive heat without adding another person’s bodily fluids to his already abused jeans and tee. Although, eyeing one of the pretty blondes who was gyrating on a guy he recognized- barely- as one of his friends, he knew he should want to be out there. Somehow, though, it didn’t appeal to him. Instead, he just leaned up against the wall, crossing his arms and watching the people on the dance floor throw themselves about.

“You don’t look very comfortable,” there was a voice in his ear, right next to him, the only way to be heard over the music.

Jayce turned his head sideways, too drunk to be bothered by the sudden appearance of another man. “Is it that obvious?” he asked sarcastically, his words staying miraculously clear.

“You don’t have to be snarky,” the man said reproachfully, though a smile turned up his lips.

Jayce found his gaze drawn to those lips before he jerked them away with an an angry scowl; there was no way he had just been imagining those lips pressed against his. He was obviously too drunk. “Well you don’t have to be so close to me.” Jayce swore, silently, that he’d never drink a single beer for the rest of his life.

Laughter was what he got in return for his words, which he hadn’t expected; it drew him back to a pair of blue-green eyes. “Am I making you uncomfortable, blondie?” the man asked, leaning closer, a devilish smile on his face as he cocked his head slightly to the side.

“No,” Jayce replied immediately, defiantly.

It only served to make the man laugh again. “Well, then, you won’t mind dancing with me.”

The man held out his hand, and it was more than just an offer- it was a dare, and no self respecting guy would back down from a dare, not when there was liquid courage running through him. So Jayce slapped on his most confident expression- which didn’t seem to convince the other man at all- and strode out onto the dance floor, leaving the amused man to follow him.

At first, girls tried to attach themselves to Jayce; it was only natural, since he was probably one of the most attractive men there with his blonde hair and striking gray-blue eyes. When his new companion came close, however, the story changed- because the man was a completely different kind of attractive. Dark, tall, and handsome, he was every girl’s dirty dream, and Jayce couldn’t compare. He watched the other man fend off advances, and wasn’t sure what he was feeling- envious of him, or jealous because those girls got to cling to him, if only for a second.

Jayce’s eyes widened, and he shook his head. There was no way he’d be jealous of those girls. As if to prove his own point, he smiled suggestively at the nearest girl. The pretty brunette attached herself to him with an eager, drunken smile, grinding on him without any inhibitions. Jayce put his hands on her hips and danced with her, moving his hips with hers, a different kind of buzz filling him as the brunnette flipped her hair back over her shoulder and looked up at him with eyes ringed by too much makeup.

A hand landed on Jayce’s shoulder and jerked him roughly away from the girl before the sloppy, drunken kiss that had been coming. Jayce was faced with the same blue-green eyes that had tempted him onto the dance floor. They were filled with a kind of heat, desire mixed with something else. With… jealousy.

Jayce looked up at the other man, speechless. Everything about the situation was wrong- the man’s expression, the pounding of his own heart, his relief at being pulled away from the girl. He should be raging at the other man, not trying to keep his hands from reaching up to twine around his neck.

Luckily, he didn’t have a chance, because the man was spinning him again. But he wasn’t as lucky as he thought; he found himself trapped against the other man, captive and helpless. “I invited you out to dance with me, not collect diseases,” the man sounded almost sullen, like he was pouting, and it shouldn’t have been attractive, shouldn’t have made Jayce’s heart pick up another beat. But it was, and it did.

“I… I…” Jayce didn’t have any words to give the man, no apology or protest.

The man smiled- Jayce knew because he felt the movement of those lips against his neck, brushing against the spot where his pulse beat strongest. Heat rushed to his face with the certainty that the man could feel exactly how hard his heart was beating. And how hard it continued to beat when the man tightened his hands around Jayce’s waist, bringing him impossibly closer.

“You’re mine for the rest of the night,” the man breathed the words against his ear, following it with the hint of teeth, just enough to make Jayce shudder, “Promise me.”

Jayce sucked in a breath through his clenched teeth, and shook his head. Laughter vibrated against his skin as the man kissed his neck. “Promise,” he breathed again, digging his fingers into Jayce’s skin.

“I promise!” Jayce gasped, unable to take it anymore; there was something there, something that was driving him wild, something he didn’t understand at all.

The man eased up- but only barely. “Dance with me, like you danced with her,” he murmured.

Jayce didn’t think twice, just moved his hips the way he would if he were dancing with a girl, grinding himself into the man behind him. The man’s indrawn breath was his reward, and a victorious grin claimed Jayce’s face. Revenge was sweet, and he looked around to see how the girls were driving their men wild, before applying what he saw on the man who had so tortured him. The reactions he got, the low groan that vibrated from the man’s throat as his fingers drove into Jayce’s hips once more, couldn’t have been any sweeter.

It was obviously too much for the man to bear- he trapped Jayce against him, motionless once more, both of their chests heaving. Where Jayce had thought the dancing would be disgusting, the mixture of their heavy breathing and the sweat garnered through such an act was as intoxicating as the drinks Jayce had been downing all night.

“Come home with me,” the man said- half plea, and half command.

It was the right night to make the wrong move. Maybe it was the DJ spinning the soundtrack to bad decisions, or maybe it was the drinks making him lose control- either way, Jayce nodded his head, and he was sneaking out a bedroom window at three in the morning, torn between disgrace and delight while calling a friend to pick him up.