Sugar

06

Amir didn't think that Milo would actually turn up to one of his classes, just trying to tease and flirt with him, but come next Friday a little past half 6, he's walking into the practice room, looking delectable in gray joggers that are tight around his perfect thighs, a plain white shirt that his broad chest fills out too well, and a cap that unfortunately hides his enchanting silver hair, but his eyes are bright as they find Amir's, and his smirking slyly as he deposits his things in the holding area, and Amir is about to die.

"Did you invite him here?" Jai is asking him quietly, his eyes glinting with mirth as they stretch.

"He asked what classes I take care of. I thought he was joking," Amir says, can't take his eyes off of Milo, who begins stretching as well, and he is surprisingly flexible, his body not at all stiff, and it takes all of his willpower to not let it go to his dick. "Oh, Jai, help me-"

"No," is all that's said to him, and Amir bemoans his fate, not knowing if he'll survive the night.

It's Milo who approaches him later, just before the class is set to begin, and his smirk is still on his perfect face when he says to him, "Hello, Amir."

"I wasn't expecting to see you here," he says, trying to be coy, but he's doing a shit job, too flustered. "You dance?"

"Used to. It's been a while, though," Milo says, looking around the practice room, and Amir's brain is going into overdrive, thinking how much more this man can get. Master cake decorator with a PhD in musicology and now, former dancer, who is too handsome for his own good and no hair color can look bad on him. "Been a long time since I've been in a room like this."

"Well, we don't normally allow walk-ins for the advanced class," Amir says, getting a hold on himself and giving what he's receiving, trying to tease.

"Hmm, well, I have an in with the instructor?" he says, matter-of-factly, and Amir is very gone. "Considering all the sweets I give him."

"Perfect treats," he sighs, giving up, his chest pounding, and he eyes him. "Catch up, old man."

"You'll see," is all Milo says, winking, and Amir simultaneously loves and hates this confidence on him, very well can't let himself get hard in front of his students, and he's struggling.

He regrets choosing to do the R&B piece for today's session, too many body rolls and hip thrusting and a partner dance portion, and even as he's demonstrating the dance with Jai in front, he can't help but notice the steady gaze Milo has on him, dark but his complexion rather pink as he watches him go through the sensual motions, and it's only through muscle memory that Amir gets through it.

And as the session wears on, it's immediately apparent that Milo could catch up, with no trouble at all, picking up the steps with ease and his body moving with a graceful intensity that made each motion look sinful, and Amir just about combusts when he does the hip thrust on the floor. He has many regrets, but it's worth it all the same.

"So he can dance," Jai says to him as they're watching them partner up into pairs for the couple dance, and Amir is glaring at the back of Milo's partner. "Keep it in your pants."

"He really has no business being so perfect for me," Amir says, watching as Milo and his partner work through the steps together, grabbing each other's arms and their touches are making Amir go a little crazy. "Jaaaaiiiii, I need him to fuck me-"

Jai walks away from him instantly, and Amir misses Yuri immediately, who would goad and encourage him instead, and he's too excited for the time he comes back from his honeymoon so he can tell him everything.