Chapter 14

"Will you get over here and stop cha-cha-chaing all over the place?" calls Nick, and I grin at him. He feigns tiredness and collapses on the floor, lying with his head propped on one elbow.

"What, have you run out of stamina, old man?" I tease, turning and giving him a look over my shoulder as I keep moving. He's a couple of months older, something I never let him forget.

We've been dancing for a couple of hours and it's getting late.

"I have plenty, thank you, but I've also done a full day's work," he whines. I do have a modicum of sympathy for him, but not enough to stop teasing.

"Yes, it must be tough, splashing a bit of paint around."

That goads him enough to get up, and he catches me as I move to dance past him.

"I'd like to see you spend a day up a ladder painting a ceiling—that's hard work."

"Well, you just rest up then, and I'll keep dancing."

He has me by the hips and isn't letting go, but he sways his in time with mine. I like it. I move closer.

"Mmm, maybe we should incorporate this into our dance," I say, giving my hips an extra sway.

We're trying to choreograph our routine for the regionals in a couple of weeks. We'll dance two numbers, a traditional and a Latin American, but so far we haven't agreed on much.

"If you dance like that with me in the regionals, honey, I'm not going to last the dance," he says, grinding himself closer and my cock twitches with the friction. This effect he can have on me is a new sensation, and I like it. Not that we've had much chance to explore further. We don't get a lot of privacy. I'm trying to work on it because now that Nick is causing these feelings, I want to experience a lot more.

Nick's holding me closer now and grinding a little harder against me. "But if you do want to dance like this, I know where we can go."

"Where?" I huff out in a breathless whisper, as I'm getting a little light-headed, all the blood having rushed to my groin.

"Come to Brazen with me. It's the best club around. We can dance like this all night."

"I thought you'd not last the dance," I counter, very pleased he asked.

"Tease." He presses kisses against my neck, and this time I slow my hips and snake my arms around his neck to kiss him fully. After a long moment I pull away and see the starry look in his eyes and the slow smile that spreads across his face.

"I want to go there with you, Nick."

"To the club?"

"Everywhere." That receives a chuckle and another kiss.

We pull apart again and I don't think I can plan anymore tonight. Though we need to decide soon. For the traditional dance, I want to do the quickstep but Nick thinks we should do the waltz. I tell him it's better suited for male and female couples, but I think he just likes to sweep round the dance floor. For the Latin American, I want to do the cha-cha-cha but Nick wants to do the rumba. I am coming round to the idea of that as I think we can make it look really good with two guys dancing it, but I haven't told him that yet. I don't want him to get a big head from being right. But I'll tell him soon. If he agrees to the quickstep, of course.

Nick glances at his watch. I know he has to catch the bus home soon, and be up early for work. I was truly just teasing him about his work earlier. He works very hard.

I grab us some water from the kitchen while we change our shoes. Nick pulls on his hoodie and coat while I grab a jacket. I want to spend every moment I can with him, so I'm walking him to the bus stop.

"Goodbye, Mr and Mrs Franklin," he calls up the stairs to our apartment, and receives a reply in return.

We walk past the shops. Well, not past, as I don't think Nick can pass a shop without buying something to satisfy his sweet tooth. Then he laces his fingers through mine as we take the entrance to the park for a walk before his bus arrives. This has become a habit and the rightness of it feels like we have done this forever, and in a way, we have. While we've always headed up to the park to hang out, it's only the hand holding and the kisses that are new.

We take our usual path, but before we emerge from the trees and out onto the play park at the top where we can see the lights across the city, Nick pulls me into the shadow of a tree and manoeuvres me against it.

In dancing, I take the lead as the male partner, and even dancing with Nick, we've adopted those roles. We've decided that would be how it is in the competition as I have more experience. But when he takes charge and moves me into position, even though it's over in a second or two, a thrill spirals through my body. I surrender to him. He smiles at me as he leans close. I bite my lip and he groans softly.

"Do you know what that does to me, D?" he asks.

"No." I flick my eyes at him and he groans again.

"And you follow it with the lashes. For that..."

He gently takes my hand and places it against his cock so I can feel how hard it is through his trousers. "There, that's what you do to me."

I've not touched anyone else's cock before. I experimentally rub my palm up and down, feeling the solidness through the material of his trousers.

He utters a low moan. "Um, actually, you're going to have to stop that or we'll be in trouble."

But I don't want to stop now. I want to explore further, even though I agree with Nick that this is probably not the place and time. I wouldn't want a late night dog walker to suddenly come up the path and find us. However, I can't quite bring myself to stop and I play my fingers over the end.

"Umm, D honey." Nick is panting slightly, and I keep up the pressure, feeling my way up and down. I vaguely register that for the second time tonight he's used a nickname, and I like it. Now is not the time to ask him about it, though. I'll save it for another day.

"Well, you showed it to me. What's a guy supposed to do?" I tease, and his eyes lock onto mine.

In the dusk they look like bottomless, inky-black pools, and I can't tear my gaze away from them.

"No, you really need to stop now, D, please." He whines a little.

I enjoy seeing him like this, reacting to my touch.

"Are you telling me you're going to come just from me doing this?" I whisper, amazed but excited.

"Y-Yes." His eyes flutter and he leans his forehead against my shoulder.

"Then I'm not going to stop." I love the feel of his soft puffs of breath against my neck and I press harder. He grinds a little against my hand and I keep up the rhythm.

I want to do this properly. I want to be able to see him. Nick has always been the composed one, the strong one. To see him unravel before me makes me feel exhilarated just watching and feeling him. My own cock thickens and I can't help but put my other hand on it.

"Jesus, D. I want to watch you do that to yourself." Nick's voice is husky. I thought he had his eyes closed. "Can you imagine how sexy that would look? To watch you touching yourself?"

I don't have an answer for that, as I'm caught up in my own mental image.

"Oh fuck, D. I can't hold on any longer."

He shudders against me, and his mouth finds mine as I wrap an arm around him.

"Oh shit, that was unexpected." He giggles, and I catch the infection from him and start giggling, too. It becomes uncontrollable and tears of laughter run down my face as I double over, partly in shock, part relief, and part something else I can't define. But what I do know is that I want to do it again, do more than that. The thought surprises me. I've barely thought about sex until now, but I want to explore more.

"I'm sorry," I say, as I straighten up, trying to regain my composure and wiping the tears from my face.

"Hey." Nick catches me. "Please stop apologising. I led you on, but you do things to me, Darcy. Even a look from you can have me sporting a semi, and I've been close to the boiling point for so long. In truth, I used you."

"Oh, I think I was very willing to do that," I reply with a smile.

"Do you think the bus has gone?" I ask, and Nick looks at his watch, cursing slightly, but then he shrugs. "I'll walk home." He gives a little grimace as he adjusts himself in his trousers.

"Um, is that going to be uncomfortable?" I ask.

"A little." He gives a rueful smile. "But I'm thinking of it as keeping the memory for a bit longer. It was the effect of watching you touching yourself that sent me over the edge, D. I'd like to watch you properly. I want to see you. Would you do that for me?"

"I'd like that." I swallow. Yes, I could put on a show for him.

We eventually make our way back down to the road.

"Do you want to go out next weekend, Saturday night?" Nick asks before he leaves. It's a bank holiday so the dance school won't be open on Sunday or Monday. I reply that I'd love to, and after a quick kiss as we are in a very public space, even though there aren't many people about, he sets off down the street to walk home.