RPF: An Old Fashioned Serenade (JB/SG, PG)
“Her name was Lola, she was showgirl.”
Scott smiled while he straightened his jacket. John was in the lounge with the dogs, starting the karaoke without him. Dinner was yet to be made but a bottle of wine stood opened on the coffee table. Scott had no idea what they were celebrating but it was nice when it was just the two of them spending the night together.
“Scott, are you coming?” John yelled from the lounge, “You’re missing Copacabana!” He added before, “At the Copa, Copacabana.”
Scott knew that by now John would be miming maracas and waiting to shake his arse in Scott’s face. Ok so a little bit over the top but he didn’t mind, especially since it was going to be fun. Then he remembered that John was wearing the purple sparkly jacket.
“Oh I agree with Chris Moyles,” Scott said and sat down on the couch, “You are camp.”
John stopped and put his hands on his hips, “I’m not camp, just over the top.” He gave a smirk, “Maybe I’ll make you sing Rhinestone Cowboy again.”
Scott rolled his eyes and flipped a v, “So where’s the entertainment?”
John smiled and picked up the microphone, “You’re just too good to be true, can’t take my eyes off of you.” He walked around the coffee table and plopped himself next to Scott, “I love you baby and if it’s quite right I need you baby.”
Scott sat up and pulled John into an embrace. Their lips touched while the instrumental track played in the background. There was always something about that song which caused him to feel embarrassed and with John singing it; he felt his cheeks turn slightly red. Right now he wanted to do something else with John.
With every song there is a dance.
And it doesn’t always mean moving with your feet
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