Summary: Dan and Phil's prom dates have both ditched them, so they decide to show them what they're missing. ;) •kinda stole this from Tumblr•

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Dan hadn't wanted to come here in the first place. He was much more content with the idea of staying home and binge watching Breaking Bad on Netflix all night, but apparently, Alex Mason had different plans.

Alex wasn't what most people would consider attractive, or all together interesting. He was shy and somewhat of a nerd, but he was nice. And Dan didn't want to look like an asshole by rejecting his invitation to the prom.

So here he was was, on a Saturday night in the most uncomfortable suit and the deepest regret. He tugged at the collar nervously, looking around at all the gyrating bodies underneath the canopy of flashing lights. His "date" had gone to get them some drinks. That was an hour ago.

What the hell was he thinking, agreeing to come here? He should have known it was going to end up like this, him standing in some lonesome corner while his date went off somewhere without him. He'd thought that maybe Alex wouldn't be that way, he seemed so sweet, but here they were.

Dan sighed, loosening his tie to try and get some much needed air into the confinement of this stupid suit. It was way too hot in here for him, and all the bodies packed in weren't helping the situation. He'd actually really been looking forward to that drink, but it looked like it wasn't coming. It looked like he was on his own, because his parents had gone out, and he didn't have a key so he'd have to wait till they got home.

Dan pushed his hair back from his face, and could feel it starting to go curly from sweat. Damn, it had taken him an hour to straighten it. Why the fuck was it so hot in here?

He swallowed, feeling his throat start to go dry, and decided to go ahead and get his own drink. It seemed Alex wasn't coming back.

He pushed his way through the crowd, not caring about the dirty looks he got and the rude comments thrown his way. There was a huge bowl that was full of fruity red liquid, just like in the cliche stories, and Dan gratefully grabbed a cup. It was way too sweet, but it helped to cool him down some, and so he kept drinking.

Someone sidled up next to him, grabbing their own drink. Dan glanced over, and had to physically restrain himself from looking over and staring.

Because damn, this guy was hot. From the corner of his eye, Dan could see he had inky black hair that seemed sort of purple under the lights, and his skin was very pale, almost vampire worthy. He had on a suit like most of the guys here, but his jacket had gone and his tie was lazily undone. As if he had grown tired of wearing it. Dan couldn't blame him.

They stood there awkwardly next to each other, Dan staring away from this stranger and cautiously drinking from his almost empty cup. He didn't want to leave, because that would mean retreating back to his dark corner, but he didn't know if he should stay, lest this stranger think he was interested. Even though he was.

"Hey." the guy suddenly said, and Dan looked up in surprise. He was smiling slightly, and now Dan could see that he had blue eyes that were twinkling from all the lights, an probably just because that's what they did.

"Uh, hey." he replied, feeling kind of stupid for flushing slightly. He didn't have any reason to be nervous, even if the guy was attractive.

"You look kind of lonely." the guy continued, his smile growing wider, and Dan thought it was because he'd actually responded instead of ignoring him. Dan chuckled.

"I-I guess." he said. "I mean, my date kind of ditched me, so." he shrugged, trying to play it off like it didn't bother him. And it didn't really. he just didn't like being here at all. He took another sip of his drink, until the cup was empty, and set it on the table beside him.

"Well, I'm sure she's missing out." the guy said, eyeing Dan up and down, making his face grow hotter.

"He, actually." Dan said.

"Hm?"

"My date. Is a guy."

"Oh." the guy said, smirking. "Sorry, I didn't realize-"

"It's fine." Dan said, stuffing his hands in his pocket. He was definitely making a fool of himself in front of this handsome stranger. He knew he wasn't one to come off as openly bisexual, but it was tedious, having to explain it to new people. And there was usually the people who left after finding out, which did nothing for his ego.

"If it makes you feel any better, my date's also left me." the guy said, and Dan looked back over at him.

"Oh, sorry." Dan said. "Hope she isn't, like, cheating on you or something."

"He." the guy said, grinning widely, and Dan blushed at the open suggestion in his eyes. "And besides, he's been cheating on me for a while."

"That sucks." Dan offered lamely, but the guy nodded, staring out at the crowded floor. "I'm, uh, I'm Dan, by the way."

They guy looked over at him, before holding his hand out. Dan took it, noting how cool it was despite the heat of the room. "I'm Phil."

Dan smiled in acknowledgment and basically dropped his hand. He was starting to get shivers just from touching him. They went silent once more, but it was less tense, with the air that they weren't complete strangers anymore.

The song changed to a slow one, and all the couples grabbed hold of each other, swaying along to the gentle rhythm.

"Do you wanna dance?" The guy, Phil, asked, and Dan looked up.

"W-with you?" He asked stupidly, making Phil grin.

"Of course with me." he said. "We're both kind of on our own, we look like loners."

"I don't know how to dance." Dan said, looking down, but Phil grabbed his arm and pulled him out into the middle of the floor, past all the other teen couples.

"I'll teach you." he said.

Dan hadn't known this guy for more than twenty minutes and he was already slow dancing with him. He was telling the truth before, he really had no idea how to dance. That's probably why Alex had left him before, because he would rather stand off to the side than fail at trying to dance in front of everyone.

But here he was, with his arms wrapped around Phil's neck, and Phil had his hands placed firmly on Dan's hips, and their faces were closer than was normal for two practical strangers. It was awkward at first, Dan kept tripping over his own feet and Phil had to catch him multiple times. But soon enough, they got into their own steady diet of rhythm, and Dan started to calm down some.

"That wouldn't happen to be your former prom date over there, would it?" Phil muttered into his ear, and Dan tried not to shudder at his warm breath fanning across his neck. He looked over to where Phil was staring and saw that, yes, it was Alex, and he was talking to another guy, who was actually kind of cute and was standing way too close to be just a friend. Dan probably should have been jealous, should have felt bad that he was boring enough to be ditched or another person, but he didn't. Because he was having fun anyway, even if he didn't know it. Dancing with Phil was way better than being off on his own.

"Yeah, it is." Dan said, looking back at Phil. He notes just how close they actually are, he can feel Phil's breath blowing agains his face, can smell the sickly sweet punch.

"Well that's just ironic." Phil said. "Just so happens he's talking to my former date."

Dan doesn't know exactly what to say to that, so he just remains silent, focusing instead on continuing on staying upright as they dance. And everything is going fine until he feels Phil's hands on his waist start to slide lower and his teeth graze lightly against the shell of his ear.

"What do you say we show them what they're missing out on?" Phil says, his voice slightly husky as he breathes into Dan's ear. Dan can barely process what he's saying because the heat of his touch is burning through the jacket of his suit, he swears he can feel it on his skin.

"Uh, what do you mean?" he knows exactly what Phil means, but he doesn't know how to comply. He's not one to exact any sort of revenge, and definitely not in any vulgar way with a stranger. But he can't deny the steady race of his pulse at the idea.

Phil doesn't answer, instead moving his hands even lower until they're dangerously close to resting on Dan's ass. His fingers are pressing into Dan's skin and making him tense. His own hands are curled into Phil's shirt tightly, trying to hold onto something as Phil leans down and gently brushes his lips against the skin of his neck. That's one of his more sensitive areas, and he has to hold back the low loan in his throat. He feels Phil press his lower half closer, so that their hips are now touching, and Dan gasps at the contact. Never in his life had he been so intimate with someone, and he knows that this is sort of mild, but it's new for him.

He decides that he does want to do this wants to show that asshole Alex that he's fine without him, and he reaches up and pulls his fingers through Phil's hair, and is actually surprised when Phil started to pant into his ear. He didn't think that would be so much of a turn on, but he can feel his pants start to get a little tight, and is slightly embarrassed that he's so easily hard.

Phil places a gentle, yet hungry kiss on his neck and Dan's eyes flutter close. He doesn't even react when Phil pushes his hands under Dan's jacket and shirt, running his fingers over the skin of his back brazenly, he just leans into the touch, wanting more.

"They're looking." Phil says hotly into Dan's ear. Dan snaps out of his daze slightly. He's almost forgotten about what's going on around them, and looks over to see that, yes, Alex and the other boy are staring at them both with looks of anger and slight regret. He's sure that Alex wishes he hadn't left now. "You wanna keep going?"

"Yeah." Dan says, not even caring that he sounds kind of desperate, he just wants this to continue.

The song changes again, to some recent Pop song, and everyone resumes their previous grinding. Phil's slides his hands from under Dan's shirt and spins him around, until his front is flush with Dan's back. Dan grabs Phil's wrist, wrapping his arms around himself and putting them on his waist. "Show me what you've got." Phil whispers, and Dan nods.

He never would have thought he'd ever be caught dead in public, dirty dancing with another guy, but he has to admit, it's much better than a Breaking Bad marathon.

Dan moves his hips slowly, not sure exactly what to do, but it seems like the right move, because Phil grips his waist tighter, pulling him closer. He doesn't even care anymore that the whole reason they're doing this is because their prom dates ditched them, that they're supposed to be making fun of them. He's just really enjoying himself right now, his ass rubbing against the front of Phil's pants, and Phil muttering things into his ear that would make an old lady blush, and wondering exactly when his parents are going to be home. He might be going a bit fast, but he doesn't care, he can feel that him and Phil have some sort of connection, and he doesn't want to risk losing it.

"Fuck, Dan." Phil says. "Do you want to get out of here?"

And those are the words Dan has been waiting to here ever since he saw this boy. He nods, almost to fast, turning and grabbing Phil's hand. They speed to the door, elbowing people out of their way and not even bothering to apologize. Dan ride with Alex here, and he's glad that Phil has his car, otherwise they'd have to take a half hour train ride, and that would be hell.

Dan's actually really glad he came tonight.