NAK Drabbles [Ghost Adventures] ✔

19. You still owe me a dance [In Formal Wear + Dancing]

PROMPT: In formal wear + dancing
SUMMARY: Zak goes to Nick's masquerade party in New England to see the man he once loved.
RATING: Teen and up

"We're too young, too dumb, to know things like love
But I know better now, better now
So I drown it out like I always do
Dancing through our house with the ghost of you
And I chase it down, with a shot of truth
Dancing through our house with the ghost of you"
- Ghost of You by Five Seconds of Summer

December 31, 2018
Murdock-Whitney Mansion, Massachusetts
Nick Groff Tour Masquerade Party

Zak stares at the other man from across the dance floor swarming with warm bodies pressed closely together in the small Northeastern Victorian-style mansion. His blue eyes, piercing like sapphires behind his silver wolf mask, traced the other man's own-- a deep gold mask covering only the midportion of his face and brought out his bronze eyes. The other man was speaking to a few fans and then, feeling Zak's gaze, looked up and stared at the wolf. Never had Nick Groff looked this way before.

So delectable... So god damn fucking hot!

It made Zak feel so wanton for past memories and he almost forgot the reason why he was here.

He licks his lips and pulls away his gaze to dash around the masks around him. He was glad his mask covered up his face so well. Zak knew he shouldn't be here. God! The amount of gossip that would travel if these people knew who he was. Even worse if Zak told them the reason why he was here.

Quickly, Zak ducked into the side parlor room of the Victorian house the party was being held in. The darkness enveloping him and he let go of the breath he didn't know he was holding. If only he didn't need to be here...

A few seconds later, the door opened again, a stream of light came into the room, and then a large figure followed, before swallowing the room in darkness again. Zak licked his lips again and ran a hand through his hair. He would recognized that silhouette anywhere.

"What the fuck are you doing here, Zak?" the figure hissed.

Zak gave a small laugh, "You still owe me a dance, Nick."

Nick Groff, the man that Zak had fallen for so long ago, softened his expression and sighed. He peered at Zak with glassy eyes, "Zak..."

The older man smiled, stepping forward, and holding his hand out for Nick to take, "Please, Nick, one last time. You always liked a little danger with us."

Nick rolled his eyes, grasping Zak's hand, giving in, and pulling the older into his arms, "You really shouldn't be here, love."

Zak's heart clenched at the endearment.

As if on que, music floated in from the other room. A soft and slow sound enveloped the pair. Zak's arms were wrapped around Nick's neck, his nose nuzzled into the crevice that Zak always used to place his face into. Nick held Zak's waist, holding the older man closer to him. Every line of muscle practically molded with his. And, the two began to sway.

"Why are you really here, Zak?" Nick whispers into the other brunette's ear.

"I wanted a proper goodbye," Zak replies as his voice caresses Nick's neck, "A goodbye that we both deserve."

Nick sighs into Zak, moving his hands to hold Zak closer to him, caressing the tuxedo fabric that Zak was wearing. Anyone who looked in at the sight, who didn't know who the people were, would have just seen a wolf dancing with a man in a golden mask. Their bodies entwined and moving slowly, just feeling each other for the last time.

"We do deserve a proper goodbye, love."