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This fic's been plaguing me! Had the idea but wrist hurting so not been wanting to type and got a little caught in pov changes, plz let me know if you don't think they work.
I don't do planning, I either sit and type or think it through in my head then type up This is a bit of both.
Wrist ouchie now so going to persuade hubby it's my turn in the bath.
There Saskia, you request fics and I post two of them! /flail don't ask for anymore!
Title - Eye of the Beholder (fancy title for a simple fic)
Words - 2972
Strobe lighting gave a freeze shot view of the dance floor, making it a wild and wonderful arena. Claude felt out of place next to these fine creatures, the friend he’d come to the club with had disappeared nearly an hour ago leaving him nursing his pint and feeling whiney. Give him a comfy pub over this loud thumping beat any day. His eyes tracked a lithe body twisting to the music, head thrown back from the thrill of it. Claude had seen the man cross the floor earlier, ever step between bar and dance floor a happy dance, it was the only reason he was still here. The strobes stopped and a swirl of colour spun over the dance floor.
‘He’s still there’ Jerry bobbed up onto his toes to sing at his friend. Taken by the song, one of his many favourites he rose his arms high and twirled in place. Hands on Paul’s shoulders he bounced around, peering towards the edge of the dance floor then grinning at his friend. He’d been obsessing since he’d seen the man come in, pouting that such a tasty specimen appeared to be already with someone. Someone who was no longer in sight.
‘I think he’s alone. I can’t see that other guy any more. Do you think I should go say hello? We could go saunter past see if he looks at all? Do you think he’d dance with me? I could ask him to dance. What do you think?’
‘Go for it. Propose.’
‘Propose? I haven’t met him yet! I…’ Jerry paused while his brain caught up and he swatted his friend on the shoulder, he’d have gone for the head if Paul wasn’t so stupidly tall. He gave a long sigh ‘He’s so cute, I just want to snuggle him and do naughty things. He looks so nice. Paul, do you think he’d like me?’
Paul stopped dancing as the song changed, the lights going steady for a short breather. Looking over to the low rail circling the floor he eyed the Jerry’s dream boat before turning back to his anxious friend. It always tickled him how his seemingly carefree friend could get wound up about things and flounder in self-doubt. Having known Jerry since before either of the could walk or talk, he had a better insight than most.
‘Jerry, he’s not exactly…’
‘What?’ The face upturned to him was stricken, hope huge in the deep brown eyes. It was like kicking a puppy. Paul laughed and dropped a kiss on his friends head ‘You know what I say?’ he asked, well shouted, the music was pumping up again. Jerry’s hands tugged them level during his dramatic pause and he laughed again ‘Go for it’ He gave his friend a push, slapping his arse as Jerry crossed fingers, gave a wiggle then bounced across the floor towards his prize.
The other dancers seemed to part for him and before the path was swallowed back up by writhing bodies Paul saw Jerry reach his target and grinned at the surprised look on the man’s face. After a brief conversation he followed Jerry onto the dance floor looking shell shocked, which was not an uncommon reaction to Jerry, all said. They looked complete opposites. The man appeared older, kind of staid, and well, stout, especially compared to the bright spark that was his friend. He also seemed a bit stiff and in awe as Jerry danced gaily about him, sending him adoring looks and acting as though Christmas had come.
Shaking his head at the spectacle, Paul turned and found himself an interesting cutie of his own to dance with. He was used to his friend’s taste and really hoped this one would see past the glittery smile. Jerry was a sweet guy and deserved someone who appreciated him, not someone seeing a nights entertainment. On that score Paul sauntered closer to where he was getting his own appreciative looks. Matching the beat he threw a few of his best moves out there and when a wide grin promised him everything he fancied for the night, e moved in for the kill. Score.
It was all a bit surreal. The kaleidoscope of light and dancers, the interchangeable songs. Jerry. Claude was waiting for the other show to drop and wondering vaguely if his drink had been spiked. The dancer he’d been watching had approached him directly, Claude had thought he’d been caught staring and was worried there’d been drool! Far from a reprimand he’d been dragged onto the dance floor and was now squirming, making uncomfortable shapes while a gorgeous guy danced effortlessly in front of him to what he was assured was his most favourite of favourite songs in the world.
Jerry was gorgeous. One of those perfect specimens that had probably never known a moments self doubt. Claude tried to hold his paunch in and look like he was enjoying himself but gave up when a pert chin lifted and he was swept away by Jerry’s eyes. The man had the most melty chocolaty eyes in existence. That look should be patented. He was a petite little thing, Claude was an Ogre by comparison, but he packed one hell of a punch. Claude let his eyes drift over his dance partner. The lights seemed to choice the pattern most complimentary to his moves.
The eyes when you got close enough were deep enough to drown in. A sweet death. The rest of him was just as perfect. Smooth unmarred skin, just a hint of shadow about his chin, enough to prove him human and not some otherworldly being. His hair shone, possibly sprayed with something to attract the lights. Jerry had a firm slender body, he was no dancer, his moves were wobbly and it was more his gaiety and grin that captivated. His grin. Those lips were made to be kissed, nibbled, licked.
Claude didn’t remember making the decision to move. He wasn’t normally forward, didn’t normally get so poetic about guys. One moment he was breathing in, trying not to look to ungainly, the next he had his arms full of Jerry. He was almost convinced he heard the man squee as he leapt forward! Jerry welcomed the brush of Claude’s lips by exploding. He surged forward, his arms finding their way around Claude’s neck, lips diving in like to a homing beacon. The kiss was sudden. It was passionate and deep and overwhelming. When they stopped for air the two of them were swaying in place and suddenly dancing was easy.
Holding on to each other, feeling heated skin through clinging clothes. They danced to their own music out of sync with everyone else, eyes caught and held hypnotic. Claude no longer cared why but vowed to live the moment and Jerry was already half in love. Paul interrupted long enough to make warning sounds, slip some useful packets into Jerry’s back pocket, wink at Claude then be led out by his latest squeeze. Jerry caught his sleeve and tugged him back for a warning look of his own before falling back into Claude’s arms. Life was good.
--
Claude woke in a bed not his own. It wasn’t a room he recognised. His head spun slightly but his hangover was nothing a good breakfast wouldn’t cure. The man snuggled next to him caused him pause. Jerry. It came back in a flash. A flash of hot lips, a hotter body and generous, demanding hands. The sort of nights that didn’t happen to people like Claude.
Morning sun glaring brightly through thin curtains gave the room a rosy hue. This close Claude could see laughter lines that proved Jerry older than first glance, though Claude still had a few years on him. Sheets were a tangle around them and a smooth shoulder peeked out, emblazoned with a dark mouth shaped bruise. A muscular arm was slung over Claude and when he tried to move it held him firm. Jerry snuggling closer warm and sleepy. He made a snuffling sound, humming when he got comfortable. Claude could only hold him closer still, until morning needs demanded he find the bathroom he wallowed in the warmth.
Returning Claude saw Jerry finally stir. Turning away from the sun with a groan and stretching like a sated cat. The move revealed more of him, a delicate swirling tattoo Claude remembered tasting and, he hesitated stepping closer to the bed. Old vicious scarring lined with dots suggesting stitches, about one ankle. That he hadn’t noticed last night. Jerry pulled that leg back under the sheet defensively even as he blinked opened his eyes. To Claude it was somehow endearing, it made Jerry more than a perfect doll.
Jerry reluctantly opened his eyes. His body felt well used, sore spots from a hungry mouth and eager hands. A deeper feeling that would stay with him, reminding him of the night. He’d first woken to feel himself embraced. A large form ke
I don't do planning, I either sit and type or think it through in my head then type up This is a bit of both.
Wrist ouchie now so going to persuade hubby it's my turn in the bath.
There Saskia, you request fics and I post two of them! /flail don't ask for anymore!
Title - Eye of the Beholder (fancy title for a simple fic)
Words - 2972
Strobe lighting gave a freeze shot view of the dance floor, making it a wild and wonderful arena. Claude felt out of place next to these fine creatures, the friend he’d come to the club with had disappeared nearly an hour ago leaving him nursing his pint and feeling whiney. Give him a comfy pub over this loud thumping beat any day. His eyes tracked a lithe body twisting to the music, head thrown back from the thrill of it. Claude had seen the man cross the floor earlier, ever step between bar and dance floor a happy dance, it was the only reason he was still here. The strobes stopped and a swirl of colour spun over the dance floor.
‘He’s still there’ Jerry bobbed up onto his toes to sing at his friend. Taken by the song, one of his many favourites he rose his arms high and twirled in place. Hands on Paul’s shoulders he bounced around, peering towards the edge of the dance floor then grinning at his friend. He’d been obsessing since he’d seen the man come in, pouting that such a tasty specimen appeared to be already with someone. Someone who was no longer in sight.
‘I think he’s alone. I can’t see that other guy any more. Do you think I should go say hello? We could go saunter past see if he looks at all? Do you think he’d dance with me? I could ask him to dance. What do you think?’
‘Go for it. Propose.’
‘Propose? I haven’t met him yet! I…’ Jerry paused while his brain caught up and he swatted his friend on the shoulder, he’d have gone for the head if Paul wasn’t so stupidly tall. He gave a long sigh ‘He’s so cute, I just want to snuggle him and do naughty things. He looks so nice. Paul, do you think he’d like me?’
Paul stopped dancing as the song changed, the lights going steady for a short breather. Looking over to the low rail circling the floor he eyed the Jerry’s dream boat before turning back to his anxious friend. It always tickled him how his seemingly carefree friend could get wound up about things and flounder in self-doubt. Having known Jerry since before either of the could walk or talk, he had a better insight than most.
‘Jerry, he’s not exactly…’
‘What?’ The face upturned to him was stricken, hope huge in the deep brown eyes. It was like kicking a puppy. Paul laughed and dropped a kiss on his friends head ‘You know what I say?’ he asked, well shouted, the music was pumping up again. Jerry’s hands tugged them level during his dramatic pause and he laughed again ‘Go for it’ He gave his friend a push, slapping his arse as Jerry crossed fingers, gave a wiggle then bounced across the floor towards his prize.
The other dancers seemed to part for him and before the path was swallowed back up by writhing bodies Paul saw Jerry reach his target and grinned at the surprised look on the man’s face. After a brief conversation he followed Jerry onto the dance floor looking shell shocked, which was not an uncommon reaction to Jerry, all said. They looked complete opposites. The man appeared older, kind of staid, and well, stout, especially compared to the bright spark that was his friend. He also seemed a bit stiff and in awe as Jerry danced gaily about him, sending him adoring looks and acting as though Christmas had come.
Shaking his head at the spectacle, Paul turned and found himself an interesting cutie of his own to dance with. He was used to his friend’s taste and really hoped this one would see past the glittery smile. Jerry was a sweet guy and deserved someone who appreciated him, not someone seeing a nights entertainment. On that score Paul sauntered closer to where he was getting his own appreciative looks. Matching the beat he threw a few of his best moves out there and when a wide grin promised him everything he fancied for the night, e moved in for the kill. Score.
It was all a bit surreal. The kaleidoscope of light and dancers, the interchangeable songs. Jerry. Claude was waiting for the other show to drop and wondering vaguely if his drink had been spiked. The dancer he’d been watching had approached him directly, Claude had thought he’d been caught staring and was worried there’d been drool! Far from a reprimand he’d been dragged onto the dance floor and was now squirming, making uncomfortable shapes while a gorgeous guy danced effortlessly in front of him to what he was assured was his most favourite of favourite songs in the world.
Jerry was gorgeous. One of those perfect specimens that had probably never known a moments self doubt. Claude tried to hold his paunch in and look like he was enjoying himself but gave up when a pert chin lifted and he was swept away by Jerry’s eyes. The man had the most melty chocolaty eyes in existence. That look should be patented. He was a petite little thing, Claude was an Ogre by comparison, but he packed one hell of a punch. Claude let his eyes drift over his dance partner. The lights seemed to choice the pattern most complimentary to his moves.
The eyes when you got close enough were deep enough to drown in. A sweet death. The rest of him was just as perfect. Smooth unmarred skin, just a hint of shadow about his chin, enough to prove him human and not some otherworldly being. His hair shone, possibly sprayed with something to attract the lights. Jerry had a firm slender body, he was no dancer, his moves were wobbly and it was more his gaiety and grin that captivated. His grin. Those lips were made to be kissed, nibbled, licked.
Claude didn’t remember making the decision to move. He wasn’t normally forward, didn’t normally get so poetic about guys. One moment he was breathing in, trying not to look to ungainly, the next he had his arms full of Jerry. He was almost convinced he heard the man squee as he leapt forward! Jerry welcomed the brush of Claude’s lips by exploding. He surged forward, his arms finding their way around Claude’s neck, lips diving in like to a homing beacon. The kiss was sudden. It was passionate and deep and overwhelming. When they stopped for air the two of them were swaying in place and suddenly dancing was easy.
Holding on to each other, feeling heated skin through clinging clothes. They danced to their own music out of sync with everyone else, eyes caught and held hypnotic. Claude no longer cared why but vowed to live the moment and Jerry was already half in love. Paul interrupted long enough to make warning sounds, slip some useful packets into Jerry’s back pocket, wink at Claude then be led out by his latest squeeze. Jerry caught his sleeve and tugged him back for a warning look of his own before falling back into Claude’s arms. Life was good.
--
Claude woke in a bed not his own. It wasn’t a room he recognised. His head spun slightly but his hangover was nothing a good breakfast wouldn’t cure. The man snuggled next to him caused him pause. Jerry. It came back in a flash. A flash of hot lips, a hotter body and generous, demanding hands. The sort of nights that didn’t happen to people like Claude.
Morning sun glaring brightly through thin curtains gave the room a rosy hue. This close Claude could see laughter lines that proved Jerry older than first glance, though Claude still had a few years on him. Sheets were a tangle around them and a smooth shoulder peeked out, emblazoned with a dark mouth shaped bruise. A muscular arm was slung over Claude and when he tried to move it held him firm. Jerry snuggling closer warm and sleepy. He made a snuffling sound, humming when he got comfortable. Claude could only hold him closer still, until morning needs demanded he find the bathroom he wallowed in the warmth.
Returning Claude saw Jerry finally stir. Turning away from the sun with a groan and stretching like a sated cat. The move revealed more of him, a delicate swirling tattoo Claude remembered tasting and, he hesitated stepping closer to the bed. Old vicious scarring lined with dots suggesting stitches, about one ankle. That he hadn’t noticed last night. Jerry pulled that leg back under the sheet defensively even as he blinked opened his eyes. To Claude it was somehow endearing, it made Jerry more than a perfect doll.
Jerry reluctantly opened his eyes. His body felt well used, sore spots from a hungry mouth and eager hands. A deeper feeling that would stay with him, reminding him of the night. He’d first woken to feel himself embraced. A large form ke