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“Oh, shit!” Ashton shouts, when he hears the familiar hey, hey starting up over the chattering voices in the bar. Michael drops his head with a groan.
“Fuck’s sake,” he says, loud enough for Ashton to hear. Ashton grins drunkenly, and holds his hand out.
“Dance with me,” he says. Michael shakes his head, but c'mon, it’s their song, they have to dance, Michael’s just a fucking killjoy, so Ashton grabs his hand and tugs anyway. Michael gives easily, making noises of protest but letting himself be dragged to the dancefloor.
Ashton keeps hold of Michael, waving their joined hands above their heads as he screams along to the song tunelessly. Michael’s shaking his head but grinning as Ashton sways back and forth.
“I hate this song,” Michael shouts over the music.
“You’re no fucking fun,” Ashton says, catching Michael’s waist and pulling him closer, pressing him against Ashton. Ashton’s drunk, but he doesn’t miss the way Michael’s breath hitches, the way his fingers squeeze Ashton’s slightly.
“I am fucking fun,” Michael protests, eyes wide and glassy.
“Prove it,” Ashton says, and he’s drunk, but he needs to be for the way Michael’s lips press soft, tentative against his own.