Prompt Fill: Slow Dance
Prompt Fill: Slow Dance
Prompt: Perry comes home to find Harry blasting his music and dancing around (not necessarily naked, but that would be fun too) in the living room. He finds himself captivated by how utterly lost in the music the younger man is, and finally figures out what that funny warm feeling that he gets around Harry all the time really is (he's in loooove, honey!).
(the music can be anything you want, but I keep hearing Fireflies by Owl City when I picture this ^_^)
It had been a fucking long day for Perry Van Shrike. His latest case, nothing fun or exciting. A woman convinced her sister's boyfriend was cheating on her (shouldn't this be the sister's problem?) but Perry wasn't "working fast enough" so the client was on his back about getting some evidence. The boyfriend, a quiet, nerdy kind of guy addicted to online gaming, didn't leave his house enough to allow Perry to make such a discovery. If he was cheating on his girlfriend, it was with a wizard or something. Possibly three states over and a man his age.
It was nice to return home. Home, of course, meant Harry would be there. In the days before Harry, home was quiet and peaceful. Perry could use the television as background noise, pour himself a scotch, and cook dinner in solitude. That was before Harry. Home now meant he would walk through the door with the TV blaring (whether Harry was watching anything or not), a mess in the livingroom or kitchen, and Harry eager to follow him around, talking his ear off.
Perry knew he didn't mind, but he liked to pretend he did. Solitude was nice, but his evenings didn't seem to drag on anymore. Before Harry, every minute seemed like five minutes. He had been bored.
"Harry?" He called, unlocking the door. "I'm home."
Music played from the stereo, John Legend. Perry smiled slightly. One thing he and Harry could agree on-music. Perry had always pegged his new work partner for bad artists-main stream or something only found on trashy rock stations. He was surprised that Harry had looked through his CD collection and recognized more than half of the artists, and discussed which songs he did and didn't like from each album.
"Harry?" Perry removed his shoes and traveled into the livingroom, where Harry was vaccuming-or had been vaccuming. He was swaying in an odd fashion, his back turned to Perry's.
Perry opened his mouth, but closed it, and took a few steps back, partially hidden by the wall that separated the front room and living area. Harry was dancing! He turned in a circle, and Perry noticed he was mouthing the words. His dancing was slow and casual and actually good. It wasn't forced or stiff.
" 'Let's not talk about the war'," Harry mouthed, his movements fluid and a little sexy. " 'Don't know what they're fighting for'."
Wait. Sexy? Perry inwardly groaned, silently cursing his mental diction. Harry started to roll up the vaccum cleaner cord, moving in a side-to-side fashion as he lowered himself onto the balls of his feet so he could finish the job. He slid back up, and pushed the vaccum out of the way against the wall.
" 'I propose' " He held his hand out to imaginary dance partner, his face sweet and earnest. " 'That we go to the floor and we slow dance' ".
He continued to dance around the room, tidying up, lip-syncing to the song. There was a pause in the song, and he put his hand to his heart, biting his bottom lip, tapping his foot and beginning to nod as he mouthed, " 'I love it. I love it. I love it, we're slow dancing together'." He thrust his hips with his own sedated sexiness and Perry had to cover his own grin with his hand.
The music started to fade out, but Harry was still dancing and nodding his head, but this time he was making sound. To the tune of the song, he sang softly, "Perry, I cleaned your house, you should fucking slow dance with me."
Perry's brows furrowed. What the fuck? He was watching with less amusement, and more confusion, as Harry used the stereo remote to put the song on repeat. He danced again, but this time actually pantomimed dancing with somebody. It was ridiculous, and adorable. Perry couldn't help himself, and he was going to regret it as soon as the song was over. As if on cue, the lyric sounded, I propose that we go to the floor and we slow dance.
Harry, his back still turned to Perry, did a little twirl, and Perry stepped into the room. Harry spun right into him with a surprised 'oomph!'
Perry cocked a brow at him, and Harry smiled sheepishly, maybe a little nervously, and shrugged one shoulder. He backed up from Perry, losing all modesty, and mouthed the lyrics dramatically, holding out his hand to Perry. Perry sighed and massaged his eyes with his fingertips, but managed a half-smile as Harry tugged on his hand, pulling him closer. They danced, and when the song went over, Perry sat on the couch.and stared at Harry, who was still standing.
"I never get tired of that song," Harry said. Softly, but dramatically, he sang, " 'Tonight I wanna dance. Can you do that with your man?' "
Perry just kept smiling, trying his best to wipe it away. Harry tapped the remote control against the side of his head and said, "Let me find something for you."
"Hm?" Perry raised his eyebrows, slightly amused.
Harry clicked and clicked, and finally stopped, smiling knowingly at Perry. Music started, and Perry groaned loudly and said, "HARRY!"
Harry was already starting to move his oddly girlish figure and mouthed, " 'At first I was afraid, I was petrified. Kept thinking I could never live without you-"
"No." Perry tried to swat Harry's hand away as he tried to pull him off the couch.
Harry ignored him, still moving, and settled for straddling on his lap, still moving, and Perry felt redness creep onto his face and shifted awkwardly, hoping that Harry would realize what he was doing. Or hoping he wouldn't realize. Luckily, the smaller man jumped back up and danced by himself. When it was over, he was sweating, and had a big, dopey grin on his face.
"And I thought I was supposed to be the gay one," Perry muttered.
"Huh?" Harry genuinely looked confused.
"You dance well," Perry let the joke about only gay guys could dance well go. "Anyway, um...house looks great."
"Thanks." Harry smiled. "I'm gonna grab a drink. You want one?"
"Please." Perry sniffed.
When Harry went into the kitchen, Perry sighed, somewhat contently. Solitude was definitely a thing of the past, and he wasn't all that ashamed to let the idea he wanted to slow dance with Harry crept further and further into his mind. It wasn't a bad thought, though not all that comforting either. He shook his head and simply replayed Harry's dancing in his mind, and that seemed to make the whole bad part of his day go away.
Link to John Legend's 'Slow Dance': http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_NyPY663COU