Las Vegas, NV (Part 1)

Las Vegas, NV

Because Yixing is from the Big Apple, he finds the dazzling lights of Las Vegas more comforting than disconcerting.

“It feels like home,” Lu Han says, eyeing the green MGM Grand hotel in the distance.

Kris just pouts from the passenger seat, finally pocketing the phone that he had been texting with for the past hour. “Joonmyeon’s going to sleep,” he says with a sigh.

Lu Han gives a questioning look.

“Three hour time difference,” Kris explains. “It’s kind of late there and he has important things to do tomorrow morning.”

“Well we have important things to do tonight,” Lu Han says. “Get drunk.”

No one bats an eyelash.

None of the four are really into gambling because they have all the money that they will ever need. Instead, they check in to a big suite at the Bellagio and head out to the club right after.

"Bar," Kris says.

"Dance club," Tao says.

"Both," Lu Han decides.

Yixing just shakes his head.

Since none of them are expecting to be sober enough for driving behind the wheel at the end of the night, they leave Kris' car at the hotel and instead rent a limo, stocked with vodka and campaign.

"We're almost at the end of the trip," Lu Han says, holding up a flute of sparkling alcohol into the air as dubstep mixes of Ke$ha blared from the radio. "Cheers! We're almost to California!"

Tao nods, and holds up his own glass. "We should stay in Vegas for a few days," he suggests. There is a general sound of agreement among the clinking of glasses.

For the first time since their trip, Lu Han is not the first of the group to find a partner for the dance floor.

When the boy with the dark skin and even darker eyes approaches, Lu Han sits up straighter, perking up with interest. The guest, however, fixes his eyes on Yixing and pulls him out of the booth.

"Care to dance?" he asks, voice deep and alluring.

Yixing chuckles, surprised that someone had shown interest in him when he was with Lu Han, the doe eyed beauty, and Kris, who was both tall and ridiculously handsome. "Not sure if you can keep up," he teases, accepting the guy's hand.

"Oh, I can keep up."

When the song switches from a fast club beat to something slower and more sultry and Yixing presses his body close to his dance partner's, he introduces himself as Kim Jongin. Yixing finds that yes, Jongin can definitely keep up.

"I'm a dancer," Jongin says, lips on the shell of Yixing's ear. "But you're pretty good too."

"I used to be a dancer," Yixing replies, shivering slightly. The drinks in the limo and the shots from the booth were starting to take effect; Yixing holds on tighter to stay on his feet even as other bodies press them closer.

"I can tell."

The hot press of bodies has Yixing working up a sweat in no time, and he has been grinding his into Jongin's crotch for way too long.

"Want to get out of here?" Yixing asks huskily.

"Yeah," Jongin replies at once. "Yeah."

When Yixing gets back to the booth, Lu Han is chatting up a brunette girl with bright red lipstick. Kris adds his bit to the conversation, but otherwise stays unimpressed.

"Where's Tao?" Yixing asks, stealing the rest of Lu Han's drink.

"Dance floor? Bathroom? Not sure," Kris replies.

Lu Han gives him a glare and moves his hand further up the girl's thigh.

"I'm going to grab a cab and head back first," Yixing says, already pulling Jongin out of the door.

To Yixing's surprise, the morning after is not awkward. He doesn't have that many drunk one night stands, but he is rather pleased to find Jongin still in his bed when he wakes up.

"My head hurts," Jongin groans, rolling over onto Yixing.

Yixing makes a garbled noise but is too tired to move away. Instead, he evens out his breathing and tries to go back to sleep.

It doesn’t work.

"Are you busy today?" Jongin mumbles five minutes later, rubbing sleep out of his eyes.

"Hum?" Yixing glances over. Jongin looks so adorable in his disheveled state that he can’t help but let out a chuckle, leaning over to kiss the younger's pump lips.

"My dance studio is having a free hip-hop workshop this afternoon. You said you used to be a dancer right? You can come check it out if you want; we’re learning some of that kpop stuff."

Yixing's heartbeat increases at the mere thought of dancing, but quickly pushes it away. "I'm too out of shape," he says, shaking his head. "I can't - "

"Please," Jongin interrupts with a lewd smirk. "I think we established last night that you are very much in shape."

Yixing blushes and looks away.

By the time Yixing trudges out of his bedroom, the others are already in the suite's dining room, having ordered breakfast with room service.

"You guys look kinda ty," Tao says through a mouthful of bacon.

Yixing pretends not to hear and instead shoves Jongin into the bathroom to wash up.

Kris is waiting with painkillers in hand when they get out.

"I like this one," Jongin says, accepting them happily, clapping Kris on the back and shooting Tao a pointed look. Tao huffs from the other side of the room, cracking a tired smile. "I'm Jongin, by the way. I didn't get a chance to introduce myself last night."

Kris shakes his outstretched hand and waves toward the food left on the table. "Help yourself to breakfast, Jongin. I'm Kris, and this is Tao, and Lu Han."

Tao nods hello, but Lu Han simple furrows his eyebrows, face strangely blank.

"Where are you guys from?" Jongin asks, sitting down and pouring himself orange juice.

"Shouldn't you already know," Lu Han snaps.

Jongin gives him a slow smile. "Sorry," he replies with a drawl. "Yixing and I were kind of …preoccupied…last night."

Yixing chokes on his milk and snorts some up his nose, but Tao just cackles. Lu Han continues to glare.

"New York," Kris answers, when it becomes obvious by Lu Han's angry look that he is not planning replying. "We're from New York City, headed to LA."

"Well I'm a Vegas native, so if you need to know anything about Sin City, I'm the person for the job," Jongin replies.

"Yeah, what's with the replica landmarks?" Tao asks, sitting up with interest. "The Eiffel tower and ."

As Jongin starts into a story about Paris Las Vegas, Yixing sits back and enjoys his pancakes. He is surprised and pleased at how easily Jongin converses with his friends, almost as if he has known them for years instead of mere minutes. There is something youthful, something alive, about Jongin. Something that he also had back when he was still dancing.

Kris is particularly intrigued about the Arc de Triomphe. "Did you say 2/3 size?"

Jongin nods. "And the tower is half sized."

Lu Han is the only one not impressed. "They stole our Statue of Liberty too," he mutters under his breath.

Jongin just blinks at him.

"What's planned for today?" Tao asks through the awkward silence. "I'd love to just lounge by the pool all day after last night."

"That sounds good," Yixing replies. He pauses, and glances over at Jongin. "I'm going to check out Jongin's dance studio later."

"You're dancing?" Kris repeats, surprised.

Yixing nods, trying to keep the overwhelming excitement he felt off his face. Kris, Tao, and Lu Han exchange a mysterious look that Yixing can’t seem to read.

“What?” he asks, looking back and forth between the other three.

“Nothing,” Kris replies, voice suddenly gentle. “We’re glad that you’re going to dance again.”

[A/N]: SURPRISE who saw that one coming? heh.