Hard core blur

Even though they see each other from across the room, they know it will be moments before they'll do unexplainable things to each other. Moments become minutes. Minutes become seconds. Seconds become insufferable.

They give each other the eye. Their signal consists of a nod, and a set of fingers that trace down a thin top to the waistband of a pair of fitted jeans. They get up. One follows the other through the throng of people. The room is crowded. It's hot. You want to lean over someone's shoulder at the bar, asking the bartender for a drink, and wanting to brush your lips past the nape of their neck. You don't because you have someone else on your mind. They require your full concentration.

One enters the bathroom after the other. Single, private stalls. No time to waste. Kissing turns into licking which turns into pushing and pulling. The temperature rises. Beads of sweat form on their skin. Clothes are being quickly taken off. Not fast enough. The waiting is teasing them. There is nothing between them, now. They're up against the wall. They breathe hard. Then.

The rest is a blur...