First Dance - MunchingCanadian

2: Introducing Mitch

*Mitch*
Not gonna lie - I didn't even wanna go to the wedding. Don't get me wrong, lesbian couples getting married makes me feel way better about who I am and all, I would be very comfortable going... I was just too lazy.
Luckily, my mother made me go. Not exactly, though.
It started at the beginning of summer. I needed a job after I had finished my last year of my undergrad and my mother, without my consent, signed me up to work at my aunts' bakery all summer, and since they lived three hours away, I was to move in with them. It was early June, summer had just begun, and I got used to the bakery schedule. After their wedding, I was to watch their house while they went away on their honeymoon for three weeks. A little long for a honeymoon if you ask me, but I wasn't exactly complaining.
More time alone, to practice having a house all my own and a job with it. The bakery was easy to manage since I wasn't the one baking. The baker was an old friend of mine whom I'd been friends with up till sixth grade when he transferred to a different middle school. It was by chance that we met up again as coworkers.
His name was Jerome, and he baked while I worked the register. We weren't a bad team, and we could joke around when business was slow.
I didn't mind working at the bakery at all; besides, it gave me a lot of good pocket money.
My aunts' wedding was sweet, but it was the reception that I would really remember.
The first hour or so was boring. I sat at one of the round tables by myself, although across the uncle my great uncle Enoch - a man with a big stomach and ego to match - told war stories that were of questionable legitimacy and appropriateness to two of my younger cousins, who appeared less than interested. I occupied myself by making use of one of my notebooks, in which I would write. It was easy to drain out the loud music and chatter and already drunk friends of the bride, because I had practiced doing so. Ever since I was in sixth grade, I had had a talent for sitting alone and focusing on nothing but myself.
Not that I was lonely. I liked to be alone. It let me focus on my writing - I had a whole universe I was building. It was like Lord of the Rings in space. I could go on and on talking about my story, but... there's something much more important that happened to me that night.
The first time I saw him, he was stooped over at a different, empty table. His face had been obscured by the centerpiece of a vase of flowers. Stricken by idle-minded curiosity, I craned my neck to see. Then he straightened up.
It wasn't the first time I had seen someone who seemed to make my whole world stop - but I sure hoped it would be the last. The boy was amazing. He held himself with elegance - stepping lightly, standing tall with a straight back, glasses high on his nose. He had brown hair, lighter than mine, and eyes a darker brown than my own. The frames of his glasses were big and thick and rectangular. He walked, holding many plates with him, into a side room, and disappeared. I stared after him, still somewhat mystified.
He came back out a minute later, and my eyes followed him as I stood, setting down my pencil. I didn't really know what I was doing, I just knew I had to take a shot at winning this cutie over. He bent over another table to get more plates and I came up behind him, trying not to look down more than was necessary.
Then the boy turned. I saw the surprise on his face as he took a step back, beautiful eyes getting big. God, I hoped this kid wasn't taken. He would be perfect for a summer fling...
I held out a hand before he could even think about rushing off back to whatever he was doing. "May I have this dance?" I asked, putting on the most charming tone I could.
His eyes grew bigger still and his cheeks flushed pink. He was flustered... So cute. I was gonna get this date for sure. But, to my surprise, he shook his head. "I... I'm sorry, I'm not allowed..." He said softly. He tapped the little piece of plastic pinned to his shirt. "S-See...? I work here. I'm sorry."
I looked at his name tag. The name 'Tyler' was scrawled across it in thick black ink, handwritten. Was that his handwriting? He had a neat style. Mine was so rushed, nobody could read it but me (I didn't mind). Reluctantly, I finally nodded. "Shame. Another time I guess. See ya round, Tyler."
Then I turned and walked away. Damn... Oh well. It wasn't the first time I'd been rejected. It should have been easy to get over it, right? But it wasn't. I couldn't write anything the whole rest of the night because his words wouldn't leave my mind, and nor would his cute expression when I asked him to dance.
He had rejected me - but I couldn't help but notice the tone in his voice when he did so. He sounded so disappointed, like he really did want to dance - a lot. He worked here? That would explain why he was bussing tables. It was a real shame, but... I just couldn't keep my eyes off him. He seemed to have forgotten all about me as he stayed busy in his work, never casting a glance in my direction, but I didn't stop thinking about him for a moment.
I had to dance with him, I just had to make a move. He was way too cute to miss out on just cause his damn boss didn't let him cut the rug once or twice a night. I managed to hold myself back most of the night till the DJ announced that she would be playing the last song of the night. This was it. Last chance.
My great uncle Enoch had been talking to me at the time about some pretty young lady he had run into on the street the other day, and how confused he was as to why she refused to give him her number. Poor girl. I was less than interested in my uncle's story as I watched Tyler cross the room right on the perimeter of the dance floor, which was swarmed with people. It was then that I got the idea. My eyes narrowed with determination as the sappy love song played from the big speakers at the front of the floor. I stood and walked quickly away from the table while Enoch was right in the middle of a sentence - not that I cared. Step aside you old fart, I have done very important, very gay business to attend to.
I grabbed Tyler's hand just as I was passing behind him and pulled him with me into the mass of couples - and one idle, lonely-looking female - dancing on the floor.
So I will let go with all that I know
Tyler gasped in surprise and he looked at me. Immediately he tensed, and I smiled warmly at him to ensure him he was in no danger - even though we were surrounded by people.
Knowing that you're here with me
For your love is changing me
I put one hand on his hip and the other I intertwined with mine. He moved his free hand up to my shoulder, and I resisted a shiver at his touch.
I started to sway back and forth with him like the rest of the couples, but he still looked alarmed. "Hey, I-I told you, I can't dance with-"
"Relax, Tyler, I got it handled..." He blushed as I spoke his name. "Look around you."
May I hold you as you fall to sleep
When the world is closing in
He looked. All round us, the couples danced, concealing the two of us from the rest of the room. No one - including his boss - could see us or tell us no. I saw the realization dawn on his face. "See?" He looked back at me as I spoke. "Nobody can see us. C'mon, song's almost over, nobody will miss you for just a minute!"
He hesitated uncertainly, but he wasn't resisting. That was a good sign. He definitely wanted to be dancing with me - it was just a matter of whether or not he wanted to take the minuscule risk of getting in trouble now. He breathed a slow sigh, giving in. "O-Okay..." He said, so soft I barely heard over the nearby speakers.
And you can't breathe
May I love you, may I be your shield
I couldn't help but grin. Now I had him. "That's what I like to hear." I said, and I spun him.
He made the most adorable noise ever - a tiny giggle. My heart swelled. The kid had to have a boyfriend; there was no way he hadn't caught anybody's eye yet. He was perfect. I brought him back into my arms, smiling down at him. He stared back up at me. He looked like he was thinking, and still a little conflicted, but he was still blushing softly.
When no one can be found
May I lay you down
The song was drawing to a close, and I could see it in his eyes that he didn't want it to be over. I didn't blame him. I felt the same way. Luckily, the tune took awhile to play out...
I stared down at him intently, and I couldn't help but notice how damn kissable he looked. Oh, to hell with it. Gently, I moved my hand from his hip up to his eyes and I pulled his glasses off of his nose so they wouldn't get in the way. He blinked rapidly in confusion as his vision grew blurry.
Tyler didn't get the chance to question me because before he could, I put my hand firmly behind his back and dipped him. I smiled warmly before I leaned down the final distance and our lips connected.
He made a small gasp on shock, his eyes widening. I had been respecting such a reaction, and I couldn't blame him. After all, I was still a virtual stranger to him. It didn't feel like anybody else was around anymore. It just felt like it was the two of us together in a dark plain, and he was my light. Our lips fit together perfectly, like they were puzzle pieces. I had kissed and been kissed before, but never like this. It had never felt so right as it did now.
But finally, I had to pull away from him for breath. I panted softly as I did, pulling him up so he was standing on his own again. We stared at each other then in silence, neither of us sure of what to say after that as we blushed.
"Mitch! C'mon, we're leaving!" My aunts were going... Damn. My heart sank. I knew I had to go and help them get their things to the airport and they would certainly be in a hurry to go, understandably. It wasn't my place to keep them waiting on their one and only wedding night.
I waved to my aunt before turning back to Tyler. I shrugged at him simply and slid his glasses as gently and precisely as I could, but I didn't know quite what I was doing because I had never had glasses before. "See ya round, Tyler..." Was all I said before I turned and jogged to the door to exit with my aunts. Tyler didn't follow me.
I couldn't get him out of my head the whole rest of the night, even after I had returned home from dropping off my aunts at the airport; not that I was complaining or anything...

*Tyler*
I sighed as I opened my apartment door. My keys jingled as I set them on the cheap little table I got from a flea market and kept by the door simply for the purpose of not losing my keys. Sometimes, I could keep track of them.
I looked around my apartment living room and drew a deep breath. I was pretty sure I was still blushing after all that. Tonight had been... Wow. I had never met anyone like...
"Mitch..."
I just had to say his name aloud. I liked the way it sounded. I liked the way it fell through my teeth, harsh and quick but gentle all the same. My blush grew brighter and I had to remind myself that I would probably never get to see him again. I didn't get his number - I didn't even get his last name. Oh well...
At least the kiss had been nice... Really nice...

Author's Note:
So in this chapter you learn that Mitch is s total NERD but also a player? Yikes.
So yeah, I decided to continue this! What can I say? Writing about gays is a really fun pass time of mine... I'm sure Mitch would agree~
Song: still May I by Trading Yesterday