Tuesday Teasers

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 “Don’t think, ****. Look me in the eye and just move.”

**** couldn’t help shivering. His eyes found ***’s green ones. Yeah. ’Cause looking right in *** ************ eyes could make this easier. He pressed his lips together.

“Okay, now we just do what we’ve been doing, only we stop thinking about it. I compliment your…jacket.”

“And then you’d say, ‘Stop stepping on my feet.’” **** pursed his lips again.

*** favored **** with a blinding smile, and he missed a step. “It’s not rocket science, ****. Just move with me, all right?”

**** found it a little hard to breath, but he did as he was told. The heat radiating from ***’* chest seemed to warm him too, right up to his cheeks, which he was sure were on fire. It took a while for him to relax, but they continued scribbling their box shape on the cool marble floor. His knees softened a little with practice, and he noticed *** telegraphed the moves he was going to make by leaning or with a gentle press on ****’* back. Sometimes the trunk of his body swayed in the direction they were heading even before it was time to move their feet, and **** just naturally went with him. As long as he didn’t take his eyes off ***’*, as long as he didn’t think, it worked perfectly.

Until the song changed.

**** got discombobulated and stepped back, embarrassed.

“Don’t worry. That’s a different style of dance. It’s a rhumba, which has a different tempo. Want to try it?”

“I guess.”

*** took ****’* hand and said, “Sure you do. Stand next to me, here. Now this step, forward, side together, and back, side together is just exactly like the other step we did, except it goes slow, quick-quick, slow, quick-quick, slow, quick-quick. Got that? There’s a little more hip action here. More attitude, yeah?”

**** did a little stumbling around but finally got the rhythm right, and *** took him in his arms again. When that song ended, *** found another radio station that played mostly Latin songs, and they danced for what seemed like a long time.

Sometimes *** altered the steps subtly or the rhythm changed. ****didn’t care. It didn’t take him long to realize *** was a strong enough dancer to take a novice out on the floor and make it look and feel wonderful. After that he just let go, and the result was magic.

****** and ***** said nothing. They just flashed him an occasional smile as they danced past.

“I like this. I think I can do this.” **** let himself drift wherever *** wanted him to go.

“Don’t sell yourself short, ****. You couldn’t be the musician you are without having some moves.”

**** knew he didn’t deserve any credit. “Says my big brother.”

***’* brows drew together slightly. “I’m not your brother.”

“Right. I know that. You’re not my brother by blood but—”

“****.” ***’* face was mere inches from ****’*, and his arm tightened until their bodies touched. **** had to stifle a gasp of surprise when he felt the iron of ***’* erection pressing insistently against the wood he’d been trying to hide all night. “I am not your brother.”

Tuesday Teasers