Dance

(Don't Hold the Wall)

Lars doesn't know why he even came to this party.

Sweaty bodies, loud music, terribly sugary punch; it's the stuff of social pariahs' nightmares. Lars stands against the wall, observing everyone dancing with remote disgust. He wants to dance, truly he does, but he can't. His feet are too clumsy, his movements jerky and awkward, and he can't match the rhythm to save his life. He'd much rather cling to the wall and stuff his face than dance and be the laughing stock of the party.

Beach City has decided to throw a bash in celebration of the defeat of Peridot; the Crystal Gems were celebrated accordingly but they left the festivities before it could even start. Steven is dancing with Connie, earning cheers from the cool kids. Sadie is flirting with Sour Cream as he tries to rave to contemporary pop music (which is amusing, may he add), and the adults are busy reprimanding any teen or child that decides to dance inappropriately. Laughter, music, and food fill Lars's ears, beckoning him to join in, but his feet are glued to the ground.

He placates his shyness by drinking more of the punch, letting the sugar high dull his senses. Three glasses in, he contemplates leaving. Six glasses in, he wonders why he even showed up. Nine glasses in, the sugar makes him sick and he nearly staggers. Twelve glasses in, the punch is gone and he's drowning himself in bottles of water to combat his sugar sickness. Parents are glaring at him, Sadie is snickering, and Steven is looking at him with worry-filled eyes.

He's embarrassed.

He takes a seat, taking care to blend in with his surroundings to hide his shame. With such luck, he's ignored and he can finally brood in peace. Until, he sees a body walk towards him.

He squints and sees none other than Ronaldo, and, which he'll only admit to himself, he cleaned up quite nicely for the party.

Dressed in a silk red dress shirt, black slacks and comfortable loafers, he makes it look pretty cool. His violet shades and gold chain give it that added touch.

"Lars?" Ronaldo asks, making Lars frown.

"What?" He replies.

"Why are you sitting there? It's a slamming party and you're not dancing!"

"Because I don't want to dance, Ronaldo! Mind your own business!"

"Typical Lars, always got to be the party pooper," Ronaldo chuckles, sitting down next to him.

"Can you go bug someone else?"

"Nope. You're much too amusing."

Lars swears under his breath, but otherwise stays put. They sit together in silence for what feels like minutes, until a new song played.

It starts off slow with a man crooning, then some Egyptian themed instrumental and finally, the beat.

Dance. Don't hold the wall.

Dance. Don't hold the wall.

"C'mon," Lars looks up. Ronaldo stands over him, his hand stretched to him.

"Let's dance."

Before he could reject him, Ronaldo grabs his hand and pulls Lars to him. Their bodies are so close it's like they've molded together; Lars can smell his cologne, feel his silk shirt, and taste his sweat. And strangely, he's not at all bothered by it.

"I-I don't know how to dance." Lars confesses.

"Just follow my lead."

Take you to the light,

It's dark in the back,

You started movin' and put an arch in your back.

Follow his lead he did; he's astounded at how well they move together. Ronaldo moves fluidly around the dance floor like he owned it, taking Lars along for the ride. Their moves are slow, coordinated, and sensual, complimenting the song perfectly.

Closer to me, closer to me

Sippin' your drink you're getting closer to me

"Not bad," Ronaldo hums in the crook of his neck. Their eyes lock, and Lars for the first time sees a completely different side of Ronaldo. This one is confident, collected, and even seductive. He parts from his dance partner, the only thing connecting them are their interlocked hands.

And now you won't even let me go.

So baby hold on.

Ronaldo moves around him slowly, his eyes paralyzing him to the floor.

"Well, I'm the best ever," He mouths the lyrics to him.

"But you're so far, I had to come get ya."

Lars suddenly glides to Ronaldo, their bodies molding together once more. Their noses touch, their breaths gracing each other's lips.

Come on and dance,

Come on baby, dance with me

"Having fun?" He asks. Lars isn't sure what the right answer is.

Please don't hold the wall

Please don't hold the wall tonight.

Ronaldo moves faster, matching the tempo's increasing pace. Lars tries to keep up, but is failing terribly. Instead he wraps his arms around his shoulders and moves his hips to the beat. The music is getting to him, filling him with a strange feeling of control and sexuality. He locks his eyes to Ronaldo's, their lips so close one millimeter and they'd touch. He silently dares Ronaldo to make the move as they dance together, their once seductive dance growing more and more aggressive as the song reaches its climax. The dance floor is empty; their audience hugs the walls as they watch them.

"Where you runnin' to?" Lars whispers against Ronaldo's lips. He's teasing him.

Ronaldo laughs. Then, their lips connect.

Fireworks explode in Lars's brain; desire making the warmth in his belly skyrocket.

He moans in the kiss, running his fingers through his curly locks.

They pull away minutes after, their panting permeating the dance floor. The song has long since finished, and their high had worn off.

The two boys look at each other in shock, both unsure of how to react.

"Dude, what you guys did there, was pretty intense. Cool." Buck interjects, making the audience erupt in cheers. Claps and shouts of praise over the dancing leaves Lars embarrassed and Ronaldo prideful.

The partygoers left for home hours later; only the two boys remaining. Ronaldo drives Lars home, the tension so thick one could cut it with a knife.

"Nothing happened," Lars snarls out.

"If anyone asks, it's the punch. I drank too much and I was out of my mind."

Ronaldo rolls his eyes, but does nothing. They pull up to Lars house, the glowing lights telling the teen his parents are up. He unbuckles his seatbelt, opens the car door, but stops himself. He grabs Ronaldo and pulls him in for another kiss, this time with more passion. They pull away, and Lars says,

"I had a good time tonight. I should dance with you more often."

He then runs to his house and closes the door, leaving a satisfied Ronaldo driving down the street, humming his favorite song.

Fin

AN: All the credit for the song goes to Justin Timberlake's "Don't Hold The Wall". Go check it out!

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