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The Highly Inappropriate Sexual Tension Meme

Touches. Glances. Sides brushing, so close to each other. The moment is, most likely, quite, subdued, and calm. Or it could be loud and full of life, right in the middle of a vivacious party. Yet, no matter the case, your blood is pumping - no, nearly boiling with the passion bubbling between you and your companion.

Unfortunately, this sexual tension is completely and absolutely out of line. Whether it be the place, the time, your relationship with the person (be that literal relation or power difference, age difference, experience difference, and so on), your own lack of knowledge, or personal convictions, you should not act on any building desires.

But here's the thing about tension: it builds. It builds, and it builds, until...

Well, even subtlety can come to an inappropriate head.

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This meme isn't for smut, though smut is allowed. What it is for is the delicious, anticipatory build up and the dances people can do to deny attraction. Foreplay, especially creative foreplay, is encouraged.
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[Basically here for the possibility of Helen, since it seems perfect for those nine days in Sparta. ~~unless I could get Menelaus, which would be just as good.~~]

[Available in both teenager or adult form.]

He knew it was a bad idea. It was definitely a bad idea to be dragged out into the club with Huaisang and Wei Wuxian and Wei Wuxian's new boyfriend. Well, it had been the four of them in the pumping nightclub, until Lan Wangji stole Wei Wuxian to some dark corner. He scoffed at that until Huaisang took his hand and dragged him out onto the floor.

They had been dancing for some time until he feels Huaisang press against him ,grinding against him. Oh god, this is not right. Huaisang is just having fun, that's all it is. He's just being swept away by the music. Jiang Cheng finds himself reaching to grab his waist then takes his hand back, moving away so that he wouldn't be tempted.

No. Huaisang is his friend. They'd been friends for so long that he's sure that Huaisang doesn't see him like that.

Right?

The beat of the music is certainly infectious, Huaisang's heart pounding in time with the music. His mood swings have been more erratic of late, ever since Wei Wuxian had so glibly announced over the phone one night that he and Lan Wangji had finally gotten together but he's done his best to keep his spirits high. The realization that Wei Wuxian had only ever seen him as a friend, no matter how tactile and physically affectionate he's been had been a bitter one. So he'd simply nursed his wounded ego in private and masked his disappointment with his usual smiling demeanor.

Tonight, he's been determined to have fun and done a fairly good job of not stewing in his own jealousy. Lingering on past rejection, even if Huaisang had never quite gotten up the nerve to even confess his interest in the first place, just isn't in his nature. Some battles are lost, others are won, and that's just how life goes. It's better to cut his losses and move on. There's plenty of beauty around to catch his eye and distract him from his loneliness.

When Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji had snuck off, he'd simply dragged Jiang Cheng out on the dance floor with him. After all, he's attractive, too, and Huaisang had been just as fond of him as he'd been of Wei Wuxian. With that door firmly closed, it's all too easy to let his attention wander in a new direction. It's freeing to let the music and moment carry him wherever it may lead now.

He can't help but be amused when Jiang Cheng backs away, continuing to dance and sway to the music without giving active pursuit at the moment. Well, at least, physical pursuit.

"You can touch me if you want," Huaisang says with a laugh. "I don't mind. We're just dancing."

Just dancing, he says.

Jiang Cheng swallows and keeps dancing to the music, swaying and staying close to Huaisang in case anyone less savory wanted to mess with him. The dark club and loud music is enough to make everyone hot, Jiang Cheng included. It doesn't take long for others to push the two of them again to be pressed close and god, he willed himself to not think too hard about it as he dances with Huaisang.

What the hell. Huaisang said it was all right to touch him, right?

He moves behind his friend and reaches to grasp his hip as they move together. Just the beat of the music. That's all it was.

That touch feels electric and Huaisang breaks out into a broad smile, all trace of brooding thoughts forgotten for now. He answers in turn by pressing back up against Jiang Cheng, reaching up behind him to trail his fingertips softly down his cheek.

"I think it'll be just us for the rest of the evening," he comments, tone light. "Wei-xiong and Lan-xiong should be pretty busy for a while."

He doesn't need to say just what those two are probably busy with. Nor does he really focus on it much. If Huaisang does, he'll just start feeling sad about not having anyone of his own to whisk him off to a dark corner like that.

"Whatever shall we do to keep ourselves entertained, I wonder," he muses out loud.

He scoffs at that. Yeha, he picked up on the fact that it would be the two of them for the rest of the evening.

"At least, it'll just be us until you get snatched up by half of the guys in this club," Jiang Cheng replies, low underneath the music.

He moves his hand from his hip to Huaisang's lower belly, pressed dangerously tight against him as they move in sync with the music. Jiang Cheng rocks his hips, rolling himself along Huaisang's body. He knows he should move away, should let this just be dancing. Let Huaisang flirt his way through all of the guys in the club so that he could be whisked away as well.

This is sure an experience.

And a side of Jiang Cheng he's never noticed before. His cheeks flush a little but he doesn't pull away. In fact, he leans back into the contact, rolling back into it in return. He's tactile and fun-loving, and it's a dangerous game they're playing but at the same time, this is all so new and engaging, he can't help but want to explore this new path he's just now noticed. That big smile is stlll on his face and he reaches behind himself, hand blocked from view by others to hook teasingly into the waistband of Jiang Cheng's pants.

Not quite crossing the line just yet by his own perspective. Then again, does Huaisang even know for certain where the line is drawn to begin with?

"Do you think me so desirable that others would want to? I come here all the time and no one's snatched me up yet."

Even under the low lights, he could see the red creeping on the man's cheeks. Jiang Cheng is surprised when he leans back against him and rolls into his body. He smothers a moan. Yes, Huaisang is tactile and fun loving and Jiang Cheng may be touch starved but he wouldn't take advantage of his friend. Then he feels the slim hand hook onto his pants.

"Yes, I do," he grumbles. "I think they're all cowards who would absolutely sweep you away if it weren't for me hanging around you like a dark cloud."

[ vasiliy was born in 1910 and spent 4 years as a superficially nonviolent interrogator in the NKVD during the great purge; he was the kind of officer tasked with emotionally manipulating prisoners into signing their own falsified confessions by posing as a sympathetic and reasonable ally with their best interest at heart. he was executed in 1940 when the head of the NKVD - who brought him and his peers to the department - was deposed, then woke up in the middle of nowhere in 2015, unscathed and not a day over 30. now he's in the US as an EMT and mostly just trying to deal with the weight of his own crimes/the cultureshock of life in america and the modern era and kind of hating it (but still giving the 'be a better person' angle the old college try).

for this one i'm interested in either playing him off a fellow EMT in a sort of 'sexual tension is making idling in an empty ambulance while waiting for a call super awkward' way, or a fellow interrogator, which could work at any point from late '36 through the 1960s, whatever's easiest. i'd prefer to keep age gaps within 5 years (he's 30 in his first life, 33 in his modern canonpoint) and am not interested in anything involving uneven power dynamics.

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