It’s Just One Dance (Damien X M!Hayden)

Note: This was inspired by Hayden (male version in my game) asking Damien to dance in Chapter 12 of Book 2. The beginning dialogue comes directly from the chapter.

Damien sits at the club, alone, nursing his third, or maybe 4th beer. Everyone else is on the dance floor, and although he’s got moves, he doesn’t dance unless someone makes him. He sees Khaan dancing with Leila and gets the pit in his stomach he still gets every so often when he looks at her. For over four years he pined for her, and when he finally got the courage to profess his feelings, she turned him down. He’s not sure if it is better or worse that immediately after that, she broke things off with Hayden. At least if she was still with Hayden he could lie to himself and say the timing wasn’t right, and he’d still have a chance if they ever broke up. But now she and Hayden are broken up, and if the timing hasn’t been right up to now, it never will be.

He looks over to Hayden laughing and dancing with the rest of the group. Damien wanted to hate him from the start for swooping in on the woman he loves. And then when he found out Hayden wasn’t even human, he was even more bitter. A robot, a Match, created specifically to appeal to everything Leila wanted in a partner. Damien couldn’t understand why Leila would want some fake mass of plastic, metal and wires, programmed with artificial memories and experiences over someone maybe a bit flawed, but one hundred percent real. However, the more he had gotten to know Hayden, the more he realized they aren’t so different. Hayden has overridden his programming to think for himself. He’s made new memories and expressed genuine emotions. Does it really matter if their parts were made of different materials if they function the same? So as Damien watches Hayden relaxed and happy, he realizes that not only does he like him as a friend, he might even feel something more.

Damien shakes his head wondering what’s come over him, but he can’t deny Hayden is hot and has a perfect body. He wants to hate his suspenders and bowtie, because who wears that, but with his fitted white button down, Hayden pulls it off. He has to put these thoughts out of his mind since Hayden’s made no indication he’s the least bit interested, and the last thing Damien needs is to lust after another friend for years with no reciprocation. Damien’s so caught up in his thoughts he doesn’t notice as someone approaches him at the table.

“Come dance with me, Damien.”

Damien startles and looks up to see if it’s just his imagination run wild, but it’s really him. Hayden, as if reading his thoughts, or maybe just noticing how Damien couldn’t keep his eyes off of him on the dance floor, has come to ask Damien to dance. He feels the warmth rush to his cheeks ad he searches for an escape. It’s not that he doesn’t want to dance with Hayden, their bodies close and rubbing up against one another, but he’s afraid to let his feelings show. “Wouldn’t you rather dance with-”

“Come on, it’s just one dance.” Hayden pulls him up out of his chair and then loops his arms around Damien’s waist, tugging him to the dance floor.

Once they get there Hayden doesn’t let go. Damien tries to keep a respectable distance but Hayden draws him in closer. Damien takes a deep breath. It’s just two guys, who are friends, dancing. Not a big deal. His heart can stop pounding any time now. But then Hayden starts grinding on Damien and his pants become uncomfortably tight. Fuck. Guy friends don’t dance like this.

Damien wriggles out of Hayden’s grasp. “Wait. What are we doing here?”

Hayden smirks. “We’re just having a good time. You know, this is the first time in awhile I haven’t thought about…”

“Yeah, me either. Fucking Leila,” Damien mumbles and they both burst out laughing.

“Look at it this way, if it weren’t for fucking Leila, literally in my case-”

“Hey, don’t rub it in,” Damien cuts him off.

“Sorry.” Hayden chuckles. “What I’m saying that without our connection to her, we wouldn’t have met.” Hayden pulls Damien in, whispering in his ear, “And right now, I’m looking forward to getting to know you much better.”

A shiver runs down Damien’s spine and he swallows hard. “Wha- , uh, what do you want to know?”

A mischievous look spreads across Hayden’s face, their lips mere inches apart. “This,” he says before enveloping Damien’s mouth in a heated kiss. Damien’s momentary shock wears off and he he parts his lips, granting Hayden’s tongue access. He tastes likes salt and tequila. His flesh is soft and warm and feels every bit as good, or maybe better, than any human Damien has ever kissed.

Damien steps back to catch his breath. He looks around, a bit self-conscious wondering if anyone saw, but nobody’s paying attention, or they just don’t care. Hell, as good as that was he doesn’t care either and he crashes his lips to Hayden’s once more. “Is there anything else you want to know?” He asks with a sly smile after they part again.

“So many things, but we might need to go somewhere a little more private for that conversation.” Hayden makes air quotes with his fingers as he says the last word.

“There’s a single stall men’s room at the back.” Damien motions with his head.

“Works for me.” Hayden takes Damien by the hand and practically drags him along. Once inside, Damien locks the door behind them. The space is small and not much to look at, but at least it’s clean…mostly. He focuses back on Hayden and the surroundings fade away. Their lips find each other’s instantly while Damien slides Hayden’s suspenders over his shoulders and starts to fumble with the buttons on Hayden’s shirt, popping one off in frustration.

Hayden chuckles. “Why don’t you let me do that. I might have a hard time explaining where all my buttons went if you rip off my shirt like a caveman.”

“Sorry.” Damien pants. “I just can’t wait to get my hands on you…all of you.”

“Believe me I want that to. So bad.” Hayden deftly unbuttons his shirt the rest of the way as Damien lifts his over his head and tosses it to the side. He runs his hands over Hayden’s smooth chest, observing how Hayden’s almost as ripped as himself. The both race to unbuckle their pants, pulling them and their boxer briefs down almost simultaneously.

“Woah,” slips out of Damien’s mouth. Damien has nothing to be ashamed of, by far, but Hayden has him beat. Perks of being designed for perfection he supposes.

Hayden smiles somewhat bashfully, looking down Damien’s cock. “You aren’t so bad yourself.” He starts stroking Damien’s shaft with one hand and massages his balls with the other. Damien throws his head back and groans as a bead of pre-cum drips from his tip. Hayden sinks to his knees and swirls his tongue around the head and the overwhelming sensation makes his cock twitch. Hayden takes Damien in his mouth inch by inch and far as he can go and then bobs his head up and down.

“Fuck, Hayden. You trying to make me cum right away?”

“I could if you want,” Hayden teases. “But I had something else in mind.” He reaches for his pants pocket and pulls out a small bottle of lube.

Damien wants to ask why Hayden was carrying that around with him, but he thinks better of it, because right now he only has one thing on his mind. He takes the bottle from Hayden. “Stand up.” He commands, and Hayden does as instructed. “Now, turn around.” Again Hayden complies, and Damien bends him over the counter next to the sink, Hayden propping himself up on his forearms.

Damien coats a finger with lube and inserts in Hayden’s tight hole. Hayden moans as it slides in an out. He then prepares his hard length and eases it into Hayden, Hayden gasping as the head clears the entrance and relaxing as Damien pushes in deeper. Damien grabs a fistful of Hayden’s hair, tilting his face upward so he can see him in the mirror. Hayden’s mouth falls open and guttural sounds escape as each thrust hits his prostate. Damien reaches one hand around and pumps Hayden’s cock while he reaches around his waist with the other for leverage. He moves faster, in and out, as he gets closer to the edge.

“Don’t stop,” Hayden pleads and Damien can tell he’s close. He slams in harder and Hayden’s entire body tenses as cries out Damien’s name, his cock pulsing in Damien’s hand. Hearing Hayden say his name and watching his face in the mirror is all it takes to push Damien over the edge, and he grunts as he spills inside Hayden. He collapses on his back momentarily to catch his breath before pulling out.

No words pass between them as they clean up and get dressed. Damien checks his phone and realizes how late it is. “We should probably get back out there. Nadia is probably going to need to be carried out of the bar at this point.”

Hayden laughs. “Judging from her state when we left her, I think you are right.” Hayden grabs Damien’s hand to hold him back. “This was fun. I’d love to do it again sometime, but if this was just a one time thing for you, no hard feelings.”

“Oh…” Damien hadn’t really thought past the present. He doesn’t know how it would work or what their friends would think, but he does know he would like to be something more than just friends. Not knowing exactly what to say, he pulls Hayden in for a kiss, and then leans back with a smile. “Just let me know when you want to ‘dance’again.”