Not being ones who dated was something they have in common. Simon kept himself busy to avoid those sorts of entanglements. But every now and then, where were nights like this spent in the arms of a stranger. It was easier that way — being with someone he need not ever see again, someone he wouldn't have to explain himself to.

But none of that is on Simon's mind right now. No, right now he was falling in step with this dance, following John's lead. He helped where he could as John undressed them and fell back easily onto the bed. He shimmied upward with the other's guidance, then wound his arms around John's shoulders once he settled. Ah, but it felt so wonderful to have John above him, their skin pressed together, and their limbs entwined.

Simon didn't have a lot of experience, but he knew enough to savor the feel of John's skin under his hands as they smoothed over his back. He knew enough to spread his legs and welcome John between them. He knew enough to know what he wanted and what he wanted in that moment was this man, this handsome stranger he'd danced with not so long ago.