Adam stood and wandered round the table, so he was standing directly beside Luc. He wrapped his fingers in Luc's too-neat hair and held him fast as he dipped his head for a kiss.
"I can't believe it took me so long to realise that Icouldlove you."
Luc's lips curved into a smirk as their mouths parted. "How about we make up for lost time?"
"You and your one-track mind."
"As if you're any better."
"I have a two-track mind, thank you very much."
Luc twisted in his chair, so he was facing Adam and then clasped his hands at the small of his brother's back. "Ah, yes. Sex and dancing."
"Uh-huh," Adam said, stealing another kiss. "And if you hadn't given up dancing, we could have combined the two."
"Fuck," Luc whispered.
Adam chuckled. "Yes please."
"Maybe you could teach me," Luc said.
"You already know how to fuck. You're very good at it."
Luc snorted. "How to dance, you dork. Because I really, really like the idea of combining dance and sex."
"You know there are clubs for that sort of thing?" Adam said, before straddling Luc's lap and gyrating his hips.
He grinned as his motions made Luc hard, his erection pulsing against Adam's thigh through their jeans. Luc's hands slid beneath Adam's T-shirt, snaking up and down his back, making him shiver with delight.
"Do you still want to go out?" Luc asked.
"Nope." Adam pressed his lips against Luc's neck, nipping and sucking whilst he continued to grind his hips back and forth over Luc's hard cock. "I'm quite happy here, giving you your own private lap dance."
"You've got too many clothes on to pass as a lap dancer." Luc said. He whimpered as Adam backed away from him.
But when Adam started to undress himself slowly, Luc grinned and leaned back in his chair, watching. Adam moved his body to music that was playing only in his head. It was a slow, sultry piece, with a strong beat that he could time his smooth, gyrating movements to.
Once he was fully naked, his own hard-on proudly on show, he beckoned suggestively to Luc. "Come here. I want to teach you how to dance," he said, making his voice low and husky.
Luc was on his feet and standing in front of Adam in less than a second, making Adam throw his head back in belly rumbling laughter.
"I thought you were going to teach me how to dance," Luc said, his voice just as throaty as Adam's had been. He placed his hands on Adam's hips, swaying along awkwardly. "It would be a whole lot easier if we had music."
"We do," Adam whispered, before humming the tune in his head into Luc's ears. "Relax. Let your body move with mine."
To start with, they simply stood with their bodies pressed together, moving their hips from side to side in time to Adam's tune. Then Adam started to move his feet, taking the lead so Luc had no choice but to allow himself to be swept along. It wasn't ballet, but some bastardised version of a tango that Adam had picked up from watching dance shows on TV. He took Luc's hands in a firm dance hold, dipping and twirling him as he kept on humming the tune.
"Too many clothes," Luc said, breathlessly.
Adam peeled his brother's clothes off as they danced, removing one item at a time, before kissing the skin he was revealing. Finally, they were dancing naked, their bodies pressed entwined, pre-cum jeweling on the heads of their cocks as they rubbed together. It was the most erotic thing Adam had ever done and he didn't want their dance to stop.
"Pas de deux," he breathed.
"Huh?" Luc asked, his voice soft and dreamy.
"It's French," Adam replied, nuzzling his lips against Luc's neck. "It means 'a dance for two'. They're common in ballet."
"But this isn't ballet dancing," Luc pointed out.
