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Yukio was exhausted, but it was the good kind of exhausted, the kind you feel after doing something you love doing and having a good time at it. The sweat had virtually evaporated from his drenched body and clothes as he walked down the street through the cold night air to the club where the afterparty for the show he'd just headlined was being held. He hadn't bothered to change his clothes, though he probably should have; his only concession to that was the big furry trapper hat he now wore, which looked out of place with his tank top and skinny black pants. Like he cared.

Walking into the club the promoter had reserved for the afterparty, Yukio greeted the handful of others that were already there, mostly other DJs, with a nod or wave or bro-hug, then grabbed a bottle of water from the ice-filled tub near the bar and plopped gracelessly onto the big curved sofa. The downtempo music that thrummed through the club was nice, calm and relaxing. He needed a bit of that chill – he'd just invited Holland to join him here, and while he seemed cool and confident on the outside, inside the butterflies were going wild.

He opened the water and took a huge drink, his mind on the small young man with pink fringe and teal eyes. His recent revelations about himself combined with being so preoccupied with Holland that he wrote a song for him had him shaking in his boots. He'd never done anything like this before; this was very forward of him, and he wasn't sure if this was the right way to proceed. Holland was new territory on a number of levels.

New, and exciting territory too on a number of levels.

Yukio took another huge drink, keeping half an eye on the entrance to the club, and waited. This was either going to go really well, or really not well.

A mild commotion up near the front of the club caught Yukio's attention, and as he took another smaller drink from his water, he saw Holland emerge from it, making his way towards him. His heart leapt – he'd shown up! He'd actually taken the DJ up on his invitation! And the smaller man had apparently had time to change, unlike himself. Yukio was suddenly slightly embarrassed that he couldn't be bothered to get out of his sweat-soaked clothes. He hoped Holland liked stinky, sweaty DJs.

He raised an eyebrow at Holland's question, though. Had the young man somehow picked up on Yukio's mood shift during the show? "Yeah, I'm fine, just a little tired. I'm really glad you showed up," he said, giving Holland a faint, exhausted smile, just at one corner of his mouth. "I was really hoping you would."

Yukio gave a softly-snorted chuckle at Holland's proposed DJ name. Fluff seemed so appropriate for the broadly-smiling, seemingly permanently happy young man. "DJing is a lot of fun. I love making people feel the beat and dance to it. I'm always thinking of what could go into a mix – I don't know if you heard, but I throw in random sounds and things I record around the city on my walks. Just little things, blended and synthed up, add a lot to the music, I feel."

But that wasn't why he'd given Holland an invite to the afterparty, to talk about DJing. He saw the color rise in the small man's face, just a little, and his heart quickened. Now that Holland wasn't dancing or dashing around the Korean cafe, he could really take a good look at him. Yukio's earlier assessment of him seemed to be on the mark: he was closer to the DJ's age than feared, though he looked so youthful it was easy to mistake him for a teen. And from what he could see of Holland's abdomen under the cropped hoodie and through the mesh shirt he was wearing, he was definitely built like a dancer, lithe and athletic. Not a kid's body at all.

"Um." Yukio felt a blush rise in his own face. "So I imagine you're wondering why I asked you to the afterparty." He shifted position slightly, feeling some of the things he'd been feeling since getting locked in the closet with Holland rise in him. "It's, uh… well, um. I like you." There, he'd said it. "I'd, um, like to get to know you better."

The song he'd written for Holland began to run through his head. He couldn't tell him he'd written it specifically for him, however. Not yet.

The affirmation that Holland liked him too made Yukio's breath come more quickly. Hopefully it didn't tie his tongue, as used to happen when he confessed his fondness for someone to them. "Tingly?" He kind of liked that description. Holland made him feel tingly too. "That's good, I hope," he said instead, lowering his head so that his eyes, half-shut, were just visible over the tops of his shades. A genuine smile, small yet noticeable, crossed his lips, and his heart began to doki doki like out of some kind of shoujo or yaoi manga. So far, this was going better than he could have hoped.

Smile still on his face, Yukio slid a little closer to Holland and leaned closer to him, much closer. "My name's Yukio," he murmured into Holland's ear, his breath stirring the loose brown curls around it. "It's a secret. Don't spread it around."

The breathless hitch in Holland's reply made Yukio's own breath hitch. Nodding, he reluctantly eased back, though just a bit, and scooted a little closer still to the young man. His heart was pounding now; to have this feeling confirmed and returned was like nothing he'd ever felt before. Even when he thought he'd found a partner in the girl that ultimately tore his heart out and ruthlessly stomped it into the ground, the intensity of his emotions had been nothing like he was experiencing now with Holland. All he wanted to do was find out what the smaller man felt like in his arms, against his body, find out what a kiss with intent felt like with him….

"Um. I've… never done this before," he said, searching Holland's face, his voice barely audible over the lofi music and conversation in the club. Maybe he was getting ahead of himself… but he kind of thought not. He had a feeling about how the evening was going to culminate, and he was scared and thrilled at the same time.

Reaching out, Yukio very lightly brushed a stray pink curl out of Holland's face, black-lacquered fingertips barely brushing the other man's forehead. "You'll have to show me…" he said low and soft, golden-yellow eyes searching Holland's hooded teal gaze.

Butterflies filled Yukio's stomach when Holland reached forward and held his face. Looking into Holland's teal eyes, he could see the want there, could feel it in himself too. The heat rose in him at Holland's soft reply. His lips lightly parted, he knew what was coming – and he fairly trembled in anticipation as his eyes slowly closed. He'd never kissed another man before, not like this; sure, he'd given fellow DJs big wet kisses in fun, but this was very different from that.

It was amazing.

Yukio melted into the kiss as Holland tangled his fingers in his blue hair, raising his hands to move along Holland's jawline and into his dark curls. The feel of the other man's mouth on his, warm breath on his face, made him feel extraordinary things deep down inside. He didn't care if anyone was looking – this was what his revelation the other night had been leading to.

Disentangling himself from Holland reluctantly, he rested his hands against the other's neck, touching his forehead to his. A soft, genuine smile crossed his lips, still tingling from the kiss. Snorting a soft laugh, he said one word….

"Wow."

Yukio was so caught up in the moment, in Holland, that he'd almost forgotten about the afterparty swirling around him. Glancing around at the gathered people in the club, his eye was caught by one of his DJ friends, Frosty (who'd gone on stage tonight before him). To Yukio's amusement, and faint embarrassment, Frosty shot him a sly grin and raised a champagne flute in salute to him. "I think," he said to Holland, an amused tone in his voice, "maybe we should find someplace a little less people-y…"

He had an idea of where this evening was going. And he was filled with anticipation for it.