It was another Saturday night in Wellington, so of course Viggo and Sean were at a club, sitting and drinking whisky while they talked. Their conversations were aimless and wandering, sometimes profound, sometimes joking, sometimes just bantering about the fit bodies on display in the crowd of dancers. They sat, they watched, they talked, and they drank.

Periodically they were visited by hot and sweaty Hobbits'n'Orli, who would drape themselves all over the two older men, drink their drinks without asking, and make fun of them for not getting out on the dance floor. Speculations varied about whether they couldn't dance due to old age and infirmity, or that they only knew how to waltz or tango or do other old-fashioned dances like that. Apparently the youngsters had forgotten that they were both actors more than capable of whatever dancing was required for a role, and that Viggo had been married to a punk rocker for a decade.

After the most recent round of having their dancing abilities impugned upon, Sean decided he'd had enough. As he dragged Viggo out onto the floor he leaned close and whispered, "Think we can put on enough of a show for them?"

Viggo grinned, uneven teeth and eye-crinkles showing. He began to move in a way that blatantly mocked some of Elijah's more spastic moves.

Sean winked and they both began to gyrate wildly to the techno music, following the steady bass line. Arms in the air, their groins pressed together, silly but sultry at the same time. Adrenaline and amusement pulsed through their bodies until they weren't just dancing but practically fornicating in a way that put Dom and Elijah's nastier moves to shame. The four boys stood and watched, mouths gaping.

Grinning deviously, Sean grabbed Viggo by the arse and nuzzled into his neck. He licked his earlobe and whispered, "Just go along with me, mate. Don't mind, do ya?"

Viggo pressed his pelvis closer to Sean's and tilted his head to the side, baring his neck. He moaned loudly enough for their four onlookers to hear. "Don't mind at all," he mumbled.

They kept dancing until the song ended, or gradually morphed into the next one. It was nice to be so close, to touch and flirt with someone like this, Sean thought, and to feel so comfortable about it. He started to pull back when he felt tingles of arousal begin to swirl around his groin, but realized simultaneously that he felt Viggo's pulse quickening under his mouth. Also, the crotch pressing into him was noticeably firmer than it had been before.

Sean blinked his eyes, surprised at the reactions of his body and Viggo's. It felt right though, and he finally did pull back enough to look his friend in the eye.

An hour later, Viggo grinned at him again as they lay in Sean's bed. "Never even considered this before tonight," he said, shaking his head. "The things you learn about someone, dancing with them..."

Sean laughed. "No kidding. Who would've thought all it took to get you in bed was some nibbling on your neck? You're easy, mate."

Viggo rolled on top of him, pinning him to the mattress. "I was just waiting for you to ask me to dance," he winked.

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