Deion doesn't fully understand why Alister makes him feel the way he does. He doesn't understand why when Alister smiles he feels his heart constrict. He doesn't understand why when Alister walks into a room he suddenly forgets to breathe. He doesn't understand why he cares so much about what Alister thinks of himself. And he certainly doesn't understand why his hand hasn't stopped tensing since Alister let go. Or maybe he does, and he just doesn't want to admit it to himself yet. Maybe.
The car pulls in front of a dimly lit street, with people standing in a long line around the corner of a building. Deion offers Alister a look and finds blue eyes shining back at him. They get out of the car and walk around the building. Loud music pounds through the building, vibrating through the walls.
"We're never going to get in there," Deion shouts over the music and Alister smiles crookedly.
"Never say never, sweetheart," Alister shouts back and Deion ignores the way his cheeks flushed at the way Alister called him 'sweetheart'.
"Alister!" The bouncer shouts as Alister leans over to give him a hug. The door immediately opens to him, and Deion is shocked.
"What did you do to deserve such special treatment?" Deion questions and Alister chuckles smoothly.
"I made a special request for a painting for his wife," Alister says and Deion arches an eyebrow at him. Alister shrugs but Deion could tell he didn't take special requests often.
They enter the club and it doesn't take long for Deion to notice all the strippers were male. They were in a male strip club. Girls were topless, boys were topless, strippers were topless, and pantless. And paint covered every inch of everybody's bodies.
"We're in a male strip club," Deion says and he doesn't realize he's said it aloud until Alister laughs.
"Very observant of you, Sherlock," Alister replies and Deion shakes his head.
"It's just you don't seem like this would be your kind of scene, or," Deion begins but Alister cuts him off by showing Deion the gallon of paint and the paintbrush inside his hands.
"Do you want to keep talking or do you want to paint my body?" Alister asks and Deion is momentarily stunned by his sudden boldness.
"I want to paint your body," Deion replies and grabs the paintbrush from him. Alister throws his head back in laughter.
Deion begins to run the paintbrush over Alister's light-colored skin. The paint appears neon in the club lights.
"What are you painting, Sweetheart?" Alister asks softly and Deion focuses on not letting his hands shake.
"Sh, I'm focusing," Deion whispers back and Alister hums in response and laughs softly. The idea of what to paint suddenly comes to Deion's mind and he begins to write.
They are dancing, they are drunk, they are screaming and laughing, singing and crying. They are perfect imperfections together. And at that moment, both of them are thinking the same thing.
"I am so glad I met you," Alister and Deion say at the exact same time, shocking the other. They laugh until they can't laugh anymore. Then they look at each other, and dance for another two hours.
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You Make Me Sane
Romance"Sometimes you just know. You just know when you belong with someone. Maybe it's how perfectly you seem to match your imperfect parts. Maybe it's the feeling of being sane for the first time in your entire insane life. Maybe it's all the moments you...
