Safety

Reed gasped as Shane grabbed his hand suddenly, pulling him toward the dance floor like a child who couldn't wait to get down the stairs on Christmas morning to see what Santa had left for him.

His eyes widened, nearly stumbling over his own two feet in the darkness of the dance floor.

"What are you doing?" He groaned, looking around at all of the other couples bopping to the beat of the techno pop song that was nearing its end. "I can't dance! Do you want me to injure myself?" Shane laughed, a bright sound that made Reed almost forget about his previous distress.

"I won't let you fall," He promised, taking the shorter boy's hand in his own and giving it a squeeze. "And if I do, I will accept any form of punishment that you wish to inflict on me." He raised his hand in a scout's honor gesture and grinned brightly.

Reed looked up into his eyes, a piercing gray that were illuminated by the colorful lights of the gym. He bit his lip, scanning the room one last time before he returned the dancer's gesture and squeezed his hand.

"Okay. I trust you." He smiled hesitantly, cheeks red, unsure of how to begin. "I don't really know how to do this." He admitted, laughing self consciously. He looked down at his feet awkwardly.

Shane opened his mouth to speak just as the song changed from the previous techno beat to a familiar 80s tune.

"S…A…F…T…E…Y…"

"Safety! Dance!" Shane grinned, unable to contain his excitement. Reed looked up, and burst into a fit of giggles. Shane was dancing like a complete idiot, singing along to the song. He grabbed Reed's hands and began moving them along to the beat.

"Reed! It's the perfect song for you!" He laughed at his own joke, and twirled Reed around, catching him perfectly as he stumbled. "We can dance! We can dance! Everything under control!" Shane's voice cracked a little and Reed let his head fall back in laughter.

He began moving his feet, jumping up and down with Shane. Shane's grin expanded, watching Reed let loose, strawberry blonde curls bouncing around, reflecting the light from the gym, cheeks flushed.

"We can dance! We can dance! Doin' it pole to pole." Shane moved his body closer to Reed, imitating a humping motion, and Reed's face turned a bright scarlet color.

"You're an idiot." He called out above the music. Shane pouted, pretending to be upset, but continued to sing anyway, louder this time.

"We can dance! We can dance! Everybody look at your hands!" He grabbed Reed's hand and swung it between them, singing at the top of his lungs. "Come on Reed, sing with me! You know the song!" He grabbed Reed's other hand and twisted him along to the music, whining like a child.

"Dance! Yes safety dance! Safety dance!" Reed shook his head, rolling his eyes at his boyfriend.

"I'm not singing! You already got me to dance!" His voice came out slightly shaky and out of breath from jumping up and down.

"Reeeeeeeeeeed." He looked down at the artist, pleading, "You know you waannnnnttt to!"

"I don't want to! I'll look like an idiot!" Reed testified, his cheeks already red at the thought of it. But Shane's eyes were looking into his, and he had that crooked smile, and his hands were clasped in his own, and Reed couldn't help but to give in to him.

"Yes safety dance. Let's safety dance!" He called out, eyes shut, face red.

Shane could hardly contain his excitement and laughed wholeheartedly gathering the artist into a bear hug in the middle of the dance floor. He felt Reed mumble something into his chest and pulled back.

"I love you." Shane grinned. Reed reached up to kiss him chastely before they burst out in unison, "It's the safety dance!"