Dance With Me
He slapped a hand on his ankle in an effort to keep his foot
from flipping; the twitch revealing his nervousness.
Picking a piece of lint from the finely tailored trousers
and tracing the perfect crease down to the cuff, he pinched it for good
measure. He’d already managed to scuff
the black and white zoot shoes that had been dropped by messenger at his home
this afternoon. A sealed note had been attached to the garment bag, instructing
him to pair the shoes and trousers with the starched white shirt, also
enclosed.
Checking the clock on the wall, he swallowed. He’d be here
any minute - the dashing man who’d brought his brand new, 1935 Dusenberg Model-J
into the garage yesterday and proceeded to hover over Rodney as he analyzed and
found the source of the expensive car’s oil leak, while the spice of his
cologne mixed with the smell of grease and gasoline.
To Rodney’s shock, the man did nothing to hide his
attraction, instead, going out of his way to make comment after comment of
thinly veiled innuendo. “I knew the moment I laid eyes on you, you’d be able
to… handle my leak. You’re good with your hands.” As Rodney wiped said hands
and bent under the hood to make his final inspection, the man bent with him and
whispered in Rodney’s ear.
“Dance with me.”
Rodney looked at him as if he were insane. It was unheard of. Not to mention, they obviously had nothing in
common. The man’s eyes glittered with arousal. Okay, maybe one thing….
“I know a place.”
Now, as instructed by the note, Rodney sat alone in a dance
studio lobby. He stilled his hyperactive foot again and fantasized about how it
would feel, to press his awkward, mechanic’s body full-length against Thornton’s
and dance.
“You must be special.” The dance instructor startled him out
of his daydream. Rodney had forgotten he
was even there. “Thornton bought out my entire studio tonight. Paid the fees
for an entire class of students even though I only had six signed up. He paid
those people triple the cost of their class not to show up.” The handsome young
man made a show of eyeballing him up and down and jacked his brows once when
done. “We go way back, Thornton and I. Grew up together. Only two gay men in
this backward little town, so we have… history… but we were never more than a
convenient hookup for each other. Says he found you in the city, but you don’t
look city to me with those tats.”
The snick of the door latch rendered Rodney’s answer
unnecessary as he stared at the gorgeous man who’d just walked in. Thornton was dressed to the nines and Rodney’s
heart thudded and snakes slithered in his belly. Never had he seen a man as
attractive or one who stared back with such naked hunger in his eyes.
Thornton crossed the room in three easy steps and held out
his clean, smooth hand.
“Dance with me.”
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Love this picture, but not thrilled with my take on it, but since I didn't post what I wrote last week, I figured I'd better post this week. Can't wait to see what everyone else did, though. Come check them out with me here!
You may not love it but I think it's wonderful. And I want to read the rest of it as well. I want to know how they get on after they dance together. I want to see them dance together. <3
ReplyDeleteYou're not going to get to. It's a private session. *waggles eyebrows*
DeleteI liked it.
ReplyDeleteWhat gets me is how different our stories are from one another. It's what I like best about participating.
I know, right? And when I see it each week, I'm dead-certain every single one of you will have the exact same idea and write it 100x better than me. Ha.
DeleteI enjoyed it, can see the nerves in the picture and can picture them waltzing away
ReplyDeleteWaltzing? Hmmm... Good thing I didn't continue on and write the dance. I had something much more 'modern' in my mind's eye. Heh. But you're right. They probably would've waltzed - at least to begin with... :D
DeleteI really enjoyed it, Jaycee. I'm glad you decided to post it.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Deidre. I adored yours.
DeleteWow, that was wonderful! I love it! I'd love to know more. I'm with Helena, I'd love to see them dance together (and not in the waggling eyebrows way, lol).
ReplyDeleteLOL. No, Allison, you are the *one* person who I know truly wants to see them dance for the dance. <3
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