Save The Last Dance For Me

You can dance every dance with the guy who gives you the eye, let him hold you tight.

You can smile every smile for the man who held your hand 'neath the pale moonlight.

But don't forget who's taking you home and in whose arms you're gonna be,

So darlin', save the last dance for me!

New took a slow sip from the glass of water he was holding. All along, his eyes were kept glued to the dance floor where most of his friends and colleagues were moving their bodies to the rhythm of the upbeat pop song blasting through the giant speakers spread around the place. Amidst the confusion of limbs and faces there, one person in particular was the sole center of his attention - a lean figure dressed in an elegant and fitting gray suit and blinding everyone with bright smiles and fiery eyes.

Tay was having a lot of fun right now, doing what he surely thought was dancing, but actually was more like jumping around than anything else. New's lips curved slightly upwards as he smiled to himself at this thought. It didn't matter how many years passed by, his partner just couldn't master the art of dancing. Yet, he still did it with so much passion and abandon that instead of being awkward, he ended up being unbearably cute and charming as he missed the steps and the compass of the songs altogether.

But, to his dismay, he knew he was not the only one who thought so. He could see the kind of stares being directed at Tawan even from the distance currently separating them. He also saw the way hands were put over the man's shoulder or on his side/waist in a far from casual manner when people leaned in to whisper something too close to his ears, taking advantage of the excuse provided by the loud noise. The feigned innocence of such gestures was clear as a day for someone like New, but Tay wouldn't notice anything. He just wasn't wired that way.

As he observed everything with sharp and attentive eyes, the younger man would find himself more often than not on the verge of breaking the glass in his hands due to the unconscious clenching of his fists. He had to make some real efforts to hold his temper, knowing that his partner was enjoying the party immensely and was paying no attention to the sexual subtext of some of the interactions people tried to engage him in. Sometimes he thought he wouldn't be able to do it and that he would finally lose it right then and there.

But then, Tay's eyes would find him lurking on the outskirts of the commotion and something in his expression would change. It would be imperceptible for anyone else, but New could recognize straight away the loving warmness that would take over his lover's stare and smile when their gazes locked. That was something that Tay wouldn't show or give to anyone but New, it was his and his alone and it was the most valuable thing that could be offered to a person - pure love. And just like that, everything would be okay again.

Oh, I know that the music is fine, like a sparkling wine, go and have your fun.

Laugh and sing, but while we're apart don't give your heart to anyone.

But don't forget who's taking you home and in whose arms you're gonna be.

So darlin', save the last dance for me.