Page 23 of Footlights and Forever

“What now?” I winced.

“Now you let me lead, okay?” He started to move us slowly from side to side in something of a dance as the slow melodic music plays in the background. “You’re here with me, right?” He shot me a quick look, afraid maybe that I was going to dart for the exit at any minute. I realized in that moment that everyone was still staring and like everything else for the past few years, I couldn’t change that. Nothing I did in that moment would stoptheir stares, it wouldn’t halt their whispers or their curiosity. It was kind of freeing, knowing that there was nothing I could do, so why spend any time worrying about it? I was at my prom, with the hottest guy in school, who just nearly decked someone for me and now wanted to dance with me in front of everyone. Why the fuck would I not enjoy that?Get it together asshole!

“I’m here with you.” I grinned, stepping forward to rest my cheek on his chest.

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“Thank you for an amazing night.” I couldn’t seem to get the stupid smile off my face as I stood awkwardly at the door of Austin’s car. The same smile had been plastered there since our first dance at prom. We had stayed there for two or three songs; I’d lost count in the end as the room slowly got back to normal and the initial curiosity passed. We had spent the rest of the evening with Hailey and Todd, Hailey dragging me up on the floor to dance on several occasions.

“Look at us,” she had whispered in my ear as we swayed to the music, “two absolute smoke shows are sitting there and watching us as we dance.”

“I know,” I chuckled.

“What is this life? I don’t think it’s ours.” She pressed her forehead against my cheek.

“It could be though.” I wished and hoped and prayed for us both in that moment.

The rest of the night had passed like a dream until it was time to leave. Hailey had left with Todd in his limo. He was a total gentleman and had flat out refused when Hailey had offered to get them a room at the hotel. I feared for poor Todd’s safety in the back of the limo on the ride home. Lacing their fingers again, Austin had led us back to his car.

“No need to thank me.” Austin stepped forward, crowding me against the door. He placed his hands on either side of me, gripping the metal runners on the roof of the car and leaned down. “It was completely my pleasure.”

He was so close to me, our faces mere inches apart. The air seemed to instantly thicken around us. I craved his touch, desperate for something, anything but I didn’t know exactly what. My skin seemed to be on fire and cold all at the same time. The tendons in my neck stiffened as if preparing for battle. His breath was sweet on my face and made my lips tingle.

“Dylan…”

I think I answered. I was fairly sure I answered. Didn’t I?

“Dylan I’m going to kiss you now unless you stop me.” His voice sounded strained, almost desperate.Why the fuck would I stop him? Is he insane?Unable to pull my eyes away from his pink plump mouth, I merely nodded my head slightly.

Like a tightened band, stretched to capacity, something within him snapped. He caught my lips with his own. A shift in the universe, that’s the only way I could describe it, like my whole life I was slightly out of phase with the rest of the world. Everything came sharply into color. My scent filled my nose as his taste coated my mouth.

His hand slipped down and wrapped around my waist, pulling me forcefully against him. His lips slowly parted mine, his tongue reaching out gently and sliding across my own. I heard a groan and briefly wondered where it had came from before I realized it had come from me. I felt a hardness in his groin as he pushed firmly against me, I hummed deeply and returned the favor. My own erection was like a railroad spike in my trousers trying to desperately break free.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned into my mouth. “I can’t believe we are finally doing this,” he said before diving back into the kiss. It was almost frightening how his first gentle ministrations of histongue developed into an all-consuming fire of teeth, saliva and breath.

I pushed my cock harder against his. “Please don’t fucking stop!” I gasped. “Never fucking stop.”

I felt his smile against my mouth, his hand snaking down between us as he palmed my dick through my trousers. The firm pressure of his hand almost had me coming undone. I reached up and grabbed his bicep, squeezing sharply as he drew a deep moan from my stomach.

“You’re so hard me for,” he gasped, his voice filled with something akin to wonder.

I clawed at his back and pulled on his arm, doing anything to get him closer to me, his hand sliding over my cock and moving the material of my suit over the hard length. My brain sputtered to life for a moment and suddenly I realized I had hands of my own.

“Jesus fuck!” he moaned as I reached down and palmed his own cock. I had dreamed about this moment for weeks, of feeling his heavy hard dick in my hand. I cursed the layers of clothing that separated us but praised any gods that would listen for getting me this far.

“I want you so much.” I nipped his bottom lip lightly before diving back into his mouth.

“Dylan,” he whined, pushing his cock deeper towards me, “Dylan.”

Somewhere in the distance I heard a car door slam. I realized that we were still in a car lot, and anyone could walk by at any minute. What they would see was me purring and moaning like a wanton slut trying to climb this football jock like a tree. “We can’t do this.”

He grinded to a stop, and pulled back from me sharply, his eyes betraying the resigned look on his face, the hurt there palpable. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to push…”

I reached forward and snagged his suit jacket, pulling him back towards me and sliding my tongue across his bottom lip and back into his mouth, the fire igniting once again. “I meant we can’t do this in this spot.” I smiled against his mouth. “Open the car and let’s get in the back.”

“Are you sure?” He rested his forehead against my own.

“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.” I reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his keys. After unlocking the door and climbing over the passenger seat into the back, I leaned forward. “You better hurry up or I’m going to start without you.”

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