If Carlos had known what was in Gael's mind, he would have been a bit bemused at the notion of Gael being the one who wanted to go to bed...and him being the one who wanted to dance. But as Gael had admitted himself, there was plenty that could be accomplished in the darkness of a club, and Carlos hadn't been shy for a few years.

"Next time, darling," he said as they gained entrance to the club and headed for the dance floor. It was Latin music, of the most overtly sensual type, and Carlos lightly pulled Gael back against him, careful not to press against the tender skin where his new tattoo was. He arched slightly as their hips moved together.

"Trying to make sure we don't stay long?" He murmured in Gael's ear as his hand slid down to cup Gael's cock through his jeans. "Should we see which one of us breaks first?"