[Another chunk 'o story, quite by surprise. I hadn't expected to get here quite this fast]

Thursdays Joe went clubbing for fun. Not anything serious, and since he'd started dating Alex certainly not to get laid, but just fun. Drink some, dance some, be around people and have a good time. He enjoyed it, and what was wrong with that? He could lose himself in the music, let the last bits of the workday drain away, and just relax.

It had been a kind of shitty day at work, but then last night had been kind of shitty too. When Detective Russell had dropped him back at his car he found the window still open, and the driver's seat was soaked. He got to drive home sitting in wet, and remembered he needed a towel in the morning only after he'd sat down. It'd been downhill from there.

It didn't matter, though. The music washed over him as he stepped into the club and it took everything away with it. Joe smiled and started to move with the beat as he walked into the building, pushing his way through the small crowd towards the bar.

"Joe!" The bartender waved and moved over to him.

"Hey Tony." Joe gave him a smile. They'd dated briefly, years ago. It hadn't worked but they'd stayed friends.

"The usual?" Tony didn't wait for the answer, filling a glass even as he spoke.

"You bet," Joe said, draining half the drink. The ginger ale was fizzy.

"When're you gonna move up to real drinks?" Tony asked.

"When you stop needing alcohol to look good," Joe replied.

They did this just about every night the club was quiet enough to joke around. In truth Joe didn't drink because he didn't like what he saw. He had never been sure if the monsters he saw when he was drunk were real or only in his mind, but either way it was more than enough to keep him sober.

"Saw Alex in here earlier," Tony said.

Joe perked up. Alex was exactly what he needed.

"Thanks, man," he said, dropping a five on the bar.

Tony cheerfully flipped him off as he swept the bill into the tip jar stuck back amongst the vodka bottles. Tony never let him pay for soda, so Joe always left a tip and ran before Tony could hand it back. Joe didn't care, his job paid more than well enough to afford a few bucks for drinks.

Joe scanned the dance floor looking for Alex. He found him, the sole shirt in a clump of shirtless young men, his dancing wild and graceful. Joe smiled for a moment before he slid in behind him, wrapping his arms around Alex and kissing him on the shoulder. Alex moved his head obligingly to one side, giving Joe clear access to the side of his neck.

The body under Joe's arms was well muscled with just a little bit of padding, the body of someone who worked, not worked out. Not perfect, not cut, but strong and a little yielding, and comfortable to be against. Joe nuzzled into Alex's neck, just enjoying being wrapped around the man he loved. And he did love Alex, deeply, though Joe hadn't yet come out and said it.

Alex slowed his dancing but didn't stop. The two of them swayed together like that for a while, moving towards the edge of the floor as they did. Alex had his eyes closed, enjoying Joe's ministrations. When the song stopped, Alex turned in Joes' arms and the two kissed deeply.

"I missed you, babe," Joe said as they came up for air.

Alex smiled. "Tough day?" He worked Joe's shoulders, kneading out the tension that was in them. Joe sighed and purred.

Joe pulled back abruptly and smacked Alex on the shoulder.

"What was that for?" Alex asked. He smiled at his boyfriend anyway. The smack hadn't hurt, it was just Joe's way of getting his attention.

"You never told me you had a twin brother."

Alex's smile faltered. "Um, well