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Date Night

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Date Night

The club was dark. But brightened with a dull glow of colors ranging from purple, pink, blue and green lasers that spiraled and cascaded over the large crowd of dancing clubbers.

All allowing their bodies to fall in line with the rhythm of the loud music that caused their bodies to grind sensually against one another.

Couples that were drunk danced lazily to their own rhythm. Too attuned to their significant other to even pay attention to their surroundings.

A handsome man with a lean tight body dressed in a silk royal blue button up , skinny black jeans and silver dress shoes sat at the adjoining bar a few feet away from the vast dance floor, watching the crazed crowd of dancing sweaty bodies intently.

His eyes had been staring at a specific person the entire time.

The man brushed his fingers through his blonde curls that flew lusciously away from his forehead. Two silver rings adorning his ring and index fingers. His violet eyes never leaving said person.

He was a young man just starting out in his 20's. Raven hair that bounced beautifully with his body's slow and sexy actions that moved to the beat of the music in such an alluring way. His hips swaying to the beat making his ass the main attention grabber. His thighs thick but toned. The blonde could see the muscles bulge with every move the raven gave. But soon focused his attention on the crotch area which revealed a lump of fabric from his jeans, assuming he had a boner.

The more he watched the more he grew aroused. He was so turned on at that moment just watching him but pissed at the same time.

The raven was dancing with an equally hot guy who had gotten gradually closer to him by the minute and had now finally gotten close enough to him to the point their lower halves were grinding.

Of course this wouldn't be a problem if the raven hadn't been his boyfriend. But he was. And he was crossing the line.

The blonde pulled out his phone and scrolled through his contacts until he found the name 'Gareki'.

Yogi: what the hell are you doing?

Yogi glanced up toward his boyfriend who looked down at his pocket before pulling out his phone and saw the message.

Gareki glanced up with a displeased face. But not in his direction. He didn't know where he was. He was searching the crowd for him.

Soon giving up, he looked back at his phone.

Gareki: who says I'm doing anything? He texted back.

Yogi:I fucking see you! Don't act brand new.

Gareki: What am I doing wrong? I'm dancing.

Yogi:Yeah. Dancing your ass on that guy!

Gareki: What the fuck are you on! Do me a favor and stop drinking.

Yogi: I'm not drunk! All I see is your ass up against his dick! You know how that makes me feel.

Gareki: Ohh, I see how it is. You're jealous. How about you relax and let me have fun. I'm not doing anything wrong!

Yogi shook his head at his boyfriend's lack of seeing things his way. He was a liar, stubborn minded and a jerk at most times which constantly had Yogi wondering why he loved him so much.

Lately their relationship hadn't been going smoothly. Gareki had become distant and began acting differently. He hung out with other guys who were clearly interested in him (which Yogi didn't blame them for. Gareki was fucking gorgeous) but while he hung out with said guys he always made his appearance alluring. Honestly it really was making him jealous seeing him with other guys.