The Club Owner's Starry Night

A Little Dance

The doors were closed. The lights went out. A dim silence collapsed. Curtains near him were pulled to the both sides, revealing the large stage and the dancer in the middle of it.

The spotlights turned to the blonde dancer. The screen behind him enlightening with red lights. A tempting melody echoed in the silence. There was not even a breathing sound in the hall.

The body- no the heavenly thing began to roll and curve. The arms rose and dropped with graceful movements. The blond boy threw his head back causing his hair fly in the air more seductively.

Yoongi held the curtains tighter, his fingers became numb. With a thrust of the dancer, his pants got even tighter. As the music speeding up, he could feel he was rising too. With every rhythm, and every responsive move to the rhythm, he was closing to the climax too.

Yoongi was sweating, gulping, his head was dizzy, his eyes were focused on the dancer so much that he was afraid of going blind. Maybe he did already cause he couldn't see anything else but him.

Jimin spread his legs wide and leaned his head back. His body undulated like a smoke of Yoongi's cigarette.

He wasn't gonna make it.

Shit! Not now.

But when Jimin rolled that body, there was no way back for Yoongi. His whole body was trembling as he closed his eyes and threw his head back.

He could feel his wet boxers.

He had to get out of here.

He ran to the outside. His head was spinning like a washing machine. He wished there'd be a turn-off button for his mind cause he couldn't get those images out of it. He imagined the blonde boy sitting on him. Riding him with that undulating body and screaming his n-

Stop it! Stop it you little fuck. He just danced. It was just a little dance. But he knew it was more than that. It was an ecstasy making Yoongi feel so high that he could feel the stars in his veins again. Oh, how much he missed them.

Yoongi shook his head to clear this thoughts. But his body was still so hot that the cool night air wasn't refreshing enough.

He could barely find the car and threw his body to the seat. He leaned his forehead on the steering wheel,breathing heavily. He was coming to realize of what had just happened.

The car door hit loudly. Yoongi jumped in his seat.

"SHIT!"

"Sorry, did I scare you?" Jimin apologized. He threw his bags to the back seat and turned Yoongi.

"Oh, it finally ended up." Jimin smiled and exhaled, he seemed relieved.

"Hey, I couldn't see you at the end. You didn't like it?"

"No, I was.. using the restroom."

"Oh," Jimin's face shined. "So you liked it?"

You can't imagine.

"Yes it was good. You must've worked hard."

"Believe me I did." Jimin sighed.

"Hey, are you okay? Your hands are shaking." Jimin was looking at his hands on the wheel.

Shit. I don't need this now. This was too much to deal with.

"I'll be fine." He took a mint gum.

"Okay. Oh I feel so tired." Jimin closed his eyes. Yoongi looked at his tight pants and slightly sweaty white shirt. Then the wet hair and the bold lips.