Andrew is vaguely amused they've taken to frequenting the nightclub. He doesn't even remember when it started. Maybe he and Darrin met randomly here once. Maybe he kept returning hoping to see Darrin again and his efforts were rewarded. And then it may have become habit for them to drop by every so often, until it became a regular occurrence and they had developed a routine without knowing it.
That's how Darrin finds Andrew – sitting there with this look upon his face that might be contemplation but seemed to be more closely related to confusion. He steps close, invading his personal space but Andrew doesn't seem to care, even as Darrin swipes his drink from him and drinks it. It tastes of alcohol, of course, but it might also taste like Andrew and strangely Darrin finds himself seeking that particular taste. He doesn't find it there, and he huffs his disapproval as he plants the glass back down.
"What's up with you?" Andrew grumbles out.
"Nothing," Darrin answers but Andrew doesn't need to look at him to know it's a lie falling from those lips. He can smell something that clings to Darrin like a ghost, a dark and primitive thing that has been haunting Darrin's mind and actions for days now. It's changed the way Darrin looks at Andrew, the way he moves and the way he stands there now, with his head cocked to one side. Or maybe that's just because Darrin's considering Andrew with all his attention.
"Come with me," Darrin says and it's a command, a thing that is unusual for Andrew to hear from Darrin. Unusual enough that it warrants further investigation, piques Andrew's curiosity enough that he does get up from the bar and follows Darrin toward the back of the club.
There are private rooms at the back, accessible by navigating a series of corridors. The rooms are denoted by neon signs that hang suspended in darkness, casting their eerie glow of 'vacant' or 'occupied'. They're a free-for-all, first in best dressed arrangement and most of them by this time are taken, but Darrin finds one and once they enter the room Darrin locks the door and they know the bright red neon of 'vacant' has switched to the blaze of blue signifying the room is taken.
All the rooms are lavishly decorated, a pool table having pride of place in the middle and an array of chairs and tables occupying the rest of the room. Different for each room and yet all the same in essence.
Andrew watches Darrin close that door and again he has a perplexed expression on his face as the door is locked.
"We're not expecting anyone else?" he asks, wondering why the fuck Darrin's decided a pool room would make a good place for the two of them to talk business when a booth would have done the job just as well.
"Not tonight," Darrin answers and he can't help the way his voice has become a husky thing full of desire and Andrew knows now what ghost Darrin has been carrying with him. He knows it well when Darrin's lips crush against his own – he can almost taste lust upon Darrin's lips, feel it in the way Darrin's hands move in clumsy, greedy motions. He grabs, clutches, falters, and Andrew isn't sure Darrin even knows what he wants right now – just wishing to satisfy the desire to hold and have.
Darrin draws back from that kiss, their first, and it was a brutal thing that leaves Andrew's lips swollen and Darrin breathless. Andrew watches Darrin's eyes, hungry and roving, drinking in the sight of Andrew's freshly-kissed face in and it's Andrew's turn now to take a kiss, his hands rising to capture Darrin's face as his lips capture Darrin's.
This time the kiss is softer, initiated by Andrew and directed by him, and he sweeps his tongue in lazy, languid motions that swipe over Darrin's lower lip, luxuriating in his taste and savoring him as if Andrew's always wanted to taste him. Always wanted to know how he tastes, how he moves against him and they step, Darrin moving backward under Andrew's gentle guidance.
Darrin's hands continue to roam in an aimless fashion, tugging at Andrew's clothing like it's some sort of annoying barrier and Andrew isn't sure if the groan that rolls between them has come from him or Darrin. He captures it regardless of who it came from, swallowing it greedily and he hates the way they have to part to tear their clothes off.