Tempo Written: July 21, 2003 For Andrealyn's Club!fic challenge. The music in the background is "Born Slippy", by Underworld, from the Trainspotting soundtrack. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Time stops on a dance floor. Dom is sure of it. Standing here, crushed in the throng, so close and writhing-tight that any real dancing is impossible, Dom can feel time slow and unwind and begin to pulse with the bodies packed around him, flowing and throbbing together like the well-oiled parts of a slick and sliding machine. The pulse winds down, slower and slower, heavy and pounding like the music deafening in his ears. Reality breaks, separates, unravels into isolated flashes that linger in his vision for the space of one eternal flare of the strobe light. Elijah’s face tilted back in monochrome blue, mouth open, eyes closed, a single bead of sweat rolling down the sharp angle of his cheekbone. Orlando’s hair whiplashing out and back, slinging hot drops of water from every coiled tendril. Billy’s hand running smoothly up Dom’s belly, dragging his t-shirt up over rhythmically clenching stomach muscles. Elijah’s thigh wedged between his legs. Orlando’s breath curling around his neck. Billy’s arm winding tight around his ribcage. He can’t hear the music anymore, but he can feel it tracing dull and heavy through his veins, pounding in his ears and chest, warming his loosened limbs and reducing all space and time to this one thick reeling moment. Time has stopped, waiting, and Dom feels his eyes roll closed as he succumbs to the inertia that’s drawing him forward. His lips are on Elijah’s throat even as dark wet curls nuzzle at his neck and a slow hand slithers up his chest. And for this one moment, Dom feels no need for time to ever resume again. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ home