FROM FRIENDS TO MORE || Gavi x Pedri

Chapter 27 :: Dance for me

The bass vibrated through Gavi's chest, a relentless pulse that matched the pounding in his head. The club was a blur of flashing lights and swirling bodies, the air thick with the scent of sweat and cheap perfume. He was lost in the maelstrom, his senses dulled by the alcohol that coursed through his veins.

Lewandowski, his face flushed and his eyes gleaming with a predatory light, had pulled Gavi onto the dance floor, his grip tight on Gavi's arm. The music was a hypnotic beat, urging him to move, to lose himself in the rhythm.

"Come on, Gavi," Robert said, his voice a husky whisper in Gavi's ear. "Let's dance."

Gavi swayed, his movements clumsy and uncoordinated. He wasn't a dancer, not even sober, and the alcohol only amplified his awkwardness.

"I don't know how to dance," Gavi mumbled, his voice slurring.

Robert laughed, a low, throaty sound that sent shivers down Gavi's spine. He spun Gavi around, his hands finding their way to Gavi's waist and hips.

"I'll teach you," Robert said, his voice a seductive murmur. "Just move with me."

He pressed his body against Gavi's, his hips grinding against his, his hands moving lower, tracing the curve of Gavi's waist. Gavi's heart hammered in his chest, his breath catching in his throat. The alcohol had loosened his inhibitions, but the feeling of Robert's touch sent a wave of unease through him.

"I... I don't want to," Gavi stammered, trying to pull away.

Robert's grip tightened, his eyes burning into Gavi's. "Don't be shy, Gavi," he said, his voice laced with a dangerous edge. "Just let yourself go. Show me what you've got."

He began to move, his hips swaying, his body a symphony of suggestive movements. He pulled Gavi closer, his hands moving lower, his fingers tracing the line of Gavi's thighs. Gavi felt a surge of panic, his body tense, his mind struggling to grasp the situation.

"Robert, please," Gavi pleaded, his voice barely a whisper. "I don't want to do this."

Robert's eyes darkened, his lips curving into a cruel smile. "You're going to do this, Gavi," he said, his voice a low growl. "You're going to dance for me."

He pushed Gavi closer, his body pressed against his, his hands moving lower, his touch becoming more insistent. Gavi felt a wave of nausea rise in his throat. He was trapped, his escape blocked by Robert's imposing presence, his movements controlled by the man's forceful grip.

Suddenly, a voice cut through the music, a familiar, friendly voice that brought a flicker of hope to Gavi's heart.

"Robert, what the hell are you doing?"

João Félix, his face a mask of concern, stood behind Robert, his eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before him. He saw the fear in Gavi's eyes, the panic in his posture, the way Robert was holding him, his touch possessive, his gaze predatory.

"Just having some fun," Robert said, his voice laced with a hint of defiance. "Don't you want to join in?"

João's eyes narrowed, his gaze unwavering. "Leave him alone, Robert," he said, his voice firm. "He doesn't want to dance with you."

Robert's grip on Gavi tightened, his eyes flashing with anger. "This is none of your business, João," he said, his voice dripping with venom.

João stepped closer, his gaze unwavering. "It is my business when someone is being harassed," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "And I won't stand for it."

He reached out, his hand coming to rest on Robert's shoulder, his grip firm and unwavering. "Let him go," he said, his voice a low growl.

Robert hesitated, his gaze flickering between João and Gavi. He saw the determination in João's eyes, the unwavering support in his presence. He knew he couldn't win this fight, not with João standing beside Gavi, his protector, his shield.

He released Gavi, his face contorted with anger, his eyes burning with resentment. Gavi stumbled back, his legs shaky, his body trembling with the aftershocks of the encounter.

João pulled Gavi close, his arm wrapping around him, his touch comforting, his presence a shield against the storm.

"Are you okay?" João asked, his voice soft and concerned.

Gavi nodded, unable to speak, his mind still reeling from the encounter.

"Come on," João said, leading Gavi away from the dance floor, away from the watchful eyes of Robert, away from the danger that lurked in the shadows of the club.

They walked away, their steps slow and deliberate, the music fading behind them, the warmth of João's presence a beacon of safety in the chaos of the night.