Page 22 of Not Strictly Ballroom

“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.

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