Safety Dance
“We can dance if we want to. We can leave your friends behind.” Bam had just taken an ecstasy pill. Ville looked up from his book. He’d declined joining Bam on that particular trip. Hey was staying at Castle Bam, waiting for the rest of the band to fly in for rehearsals. Bam had suggested they go to a rave, but Ville was content to stay put and wait for everyone to show up. He didn’t know why they should go without them, if they were going to party.
“Cause your friends don’t dance, and if they don’t dance well, they’re no friends of mine.” Ville wondered when Bam had become so interested in raving. Bam smirked, sidling up to Ville on the couch. “I say, we can go where we want to; a place where they will never find.” he purred into Ville’s ear. Bam moved to straddle the Finn, snatching the book out of his hands. His blue eyes were wide and pleading. “And we can act like we come from out of this world leave the real one far behind.” Ville shook his head, not wanting to get high anymore than he really wanted to leave.
“And we can dance.” Bam kissed him, gripping his waist. Ville broke the kiss with a harsh laugh. Every time they went out Bam always ended up refusing his advances, on the dance floor and off. He didn’t really want people to know they were together, and Ville had had enough.
Ville wondered that they couldn’t just go out for dinner. The boys would happily let the pair show them around Westchester. “We can go where we want to-“
“The night is young and so am I.” Bam grabbed Ville face, licking his ay up Ville’s neck, the man shivering under him. Then he stood up, going to the closet. Ville was left on the bed, wanting the skater to jump back in bed. He smiled when clothes began to fly out of the closet.
“And we can dress real neat from our hands to our feet, and surprise them with the victory cry.” He looked at Bam’s backside quizzically. He had no clue what that last bit.
“Say, we can act if want to, if we don’t nobody will.” said Ville. Indeed, the boys never could decide where to go if Bam or Ville wasn’t leading them. He sighed, hoping Bam would give up.
“You can act real rude and totally removed, and I can act like an imbecile!” Apparently, no, he was not going to. Not even being the boss, which Ville occasionally let Bam pretend he was, was going to dissuade him from finding this rave. The Finn toyed with the idea. Really, there was not much he could do with an ecstasy-driven Bam, and maybe letting him burn it out at a party would be good. Rejection-in-public be damned. Still, Ville wanted to test him out. Bam did set different boundaries, depending how many beers in or where they were.
Ville narrowed his eyes. “We can dance?”
“We can dance! Everything is out of control!” Bam cried. It may be that the ecstasy was beginning to work.
Ville remained skeptical. It wasn’t like Bam to flout his love for Ville so openly. “We can dance?”
Bam nodded vigorously. “We can dance! We’re doing it from wall to wall!” He mimed gyrating, jumping awkwardly around the room. Ville laughed.
“We can dance?” he asked, wanting to see more of Bam’s drug induced hilarity.
“We can dance!” Bam caught sight of his hands, covered in day-glo paint for the rave. “Everybody look at your hands!”
Ville looked around. There was no one but them in the room. Suddenly Bam grabbed him around the waist and began twirling him.
“We can dance! We can dance!” His pupils were dilated. Ville wondered how he’d ever kept up with Bam. Rehab had performed a fucking miracle. “Everybody’s takin’ the chance!” Again, Ville wondered who this “everybody” group of invisible people were. Maybe he should have made his boyfriend wait before he took the pill.
Later that night, finally having reached the warehouse (it had been quite an episode, convincing Bam the car wasn’t a lion, at which point Ville suspected he’d taken acid, not ecstasy).
They were up in the balcony, which translated to rickety rafters the workers used to lunch in. Bam was fist-pumping along to the beat of a crew of girls down on the floor. They were doing a dance inspired by saving someone choking.
“Safety dance! Well, it’s safe to dance!” They wrapped their arms around each other under their breasts, linking into a chain, and proceeded to mimic a really odd Heimlich maneuver. “It’s safety dance!” the leader bellowed.
Bam suddenly turned to him, nuzzling into his neck. There were people all around, including someone Ville believed controlled Bam’s Element contract. He was fine with it, but the skater had often complained when he’d tried to be affectionate in public. Ville was saddened to think it was the drugs.
“We can dance if we want to.” Ville quickly kissed his cheek. He loved Bam, with all his issues, and he didn’t want to be the cause of another one. If Bam were to be dropped by his sponsors it would kill what little confidence he had left.
“We’ve got all your life and mine.” He pushed Bam away gently, smiling tightly.
A couple guido’s behind them were showing off their biceps. “As long as we abuse it, never gonna lose it!” one of them roared. There was a group of girls flocking about, waiting to be squeezed by the juice heads. A girl near Ville asked her friend if they meant abusing steroids.
Bam was pouting. “Everything’ll work out right. I say, we can dance if we want to!” He was confused as to why his usually amorous lover was refusing to play along.
Ville sighed. He knew it must be weird for Bam; it wasn’t like him to deny a chance to display a bit of more-than-brotherly-love for the skater. “We can leave your friends behind?” He didn’t know if the Contract-guy and his entourage would be offended at their sudden departure. Bam shrugged, indicating it didn’t matter. It wasn’t like any of them came to party. As they began making their way down Contract-Guy stopped them to ask where they were going. Bam looked bored.
“Cause your friends don’t dance, and if they don’t dance well, they’re no friends of mine.”
“I say, we can dance! We can dance!” Contract-guy sounded affronted. Ville sighed as he called his friends over, ordering to get down on the floor and start moving it. Bam grinned and led him away.
The girls had moved off to the side. Apparently they were unable to dance in any other fashion than their choreography permitted, and were trying to take a break. Even sick moves would annoy even the most stoned after a while. Bam’s eyes were taking in everything around him as if he were in some sort of paradise. He hands were all over Ville, and Ville was nearly wrapped around Bam. He was flying on his own natural high, ecstatic that he could finally let loose with his boy.
‘Everything is out of control!’ he thought as Bam slipped a hand between his thighs. Bam never wuld have done this.
Contract-guy was still avidly defending his posse’s skill. He did a funny jumping moonwalk. “We can dance!” he huffed.
“We can dance!” a blonde girl, his favorite of the night, yelled, out of breath.
The lights in the club suddenly went out. Since the hosts knew the majority of their patrons would come with some body paint on them they had the lights on a timer, so that the warehouse was alight with everything from hair to genitals.
“Everybody look at your hands!” laughed Bam. With the heat of their bodies rubbing against one another some of Bam’s paint had rubbed off on Ville’s cheeks. Ville almost couldn’t breathe from the excitement.
“We can dance, we can dance!” he said joyfully, relieved to have Bam so close and not feel like he was a million miles away. With Bam’s hand back between his legs and the skater’s lips on his neck he grew hard, his dick pressing against his leather pants.
“We’re doing it from wall to wall.” Ville grinned. They had danced their way around the floor, unable and unwilling to come apart. Bam had kept his promise.
Bam leaned in, his tongue brushing Ville’s ear as he whispered “We can dance- we can dance.” he was out of breath, cutting himself off. The entire warehouse was filled with couples (and a few groups) of every origin and orientation. No one was here to judge. They were safe, guarded by the throng of people almost too happy to be alive (admittedly, some of that was due to drugs).
“Everybody’s takin’ the chance.” Of course they would. The anonymity of the party was intoxicating. Ville kissed Bam, hard, wanting so badly to be thrown on the ground and fucked. Bam gasped for air, rocking against him, cupping Ville’s ass and pulling as close as he could.
“It’s safe to dance, oh it’s safe to dance!” the girls had rushed back on the floor, their yellow PVC dresses flashed by rapidly.
“It’s SAFETY DANCE!” the cry resounded around the warehouse. Everyone screamed, letting out all the passion and love and energy they could. The world would be better if everyone acted like it was a rave.