H2OVanoss & Bitches

The Beat in His Step (WrKtOoNz)

Marcel walked by a dance studio every day on his way to work. At first, he didn't really pay much attention to it. Figured it would be impolite to just stare through the window like some creep. Don't be fooled he would take a quick peek every once in a while, he would see groups of women in sweatpants and baggy shirts with the occasional group of men around his age all dancing in sync.

It was a common topic around town for a while - mainly because the place was small and old with barely any modernization to speak of - but the topic simmered down after a few weeks and pretty soon it was the same quaint little place it has always been.

Until one day, when he was walking past the studio again. He took his quick peek and just as quickly did a double take, stopping in his tracks to look through the window at the single man the occupied the dance floor. He was very lean, with defined back muscles and biceps and he was also very shirtless and Marcel felt his face heat up when the man twisted around and their eyes met.

The man stumbled mid spin and fell flat to the ground and Marcel winced before he quickly turned and started his trek to work again. To say he felt like an ass for the rest of the day is quite accurate.

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The next day he passed the studio and was surprised to see that it wasn't open. All the lights were off, he frowned a little but none the less continued on his way. He was at one of the cross walks near a gas station and was about to press the button when his hand bumped into something warm and he heard a startled yelp and looked to see that he had knocked a cup of coffee out of someone's hand and he gasped.

"Fuck! I am..." he trailed off, unable to finish his sentence when he saw the same man from yesterday. He was fanning at the hot coffee currently covering his shirt and cast... Cast? The dawning realization had hit him like a truck and he suddenly felt sick and the feeling increased when their eyes met again. The realization was instant in the man's eyes. "You again!?" he yelled, "Do you realize what you've done?" he scolded, jabbing a finger at Marcel's chest with his not broken arm, "I've had to close down my studio for the next month because of you!"

Marcel opened his mouth and tried to form some sort of apology but he couldn't, between the angry glare of the taller and more muscular man in front of him and the sickening guilt all he could do was stay silent until they were both just staring at each other. "Are you gonna even say anything? Are you retarded, hello?"

"You shouldn't say that," Marcel suddenly spoke after a small silence and the man stopped, his eyebrows still knit together and eyes flaring with anger. "I-I mean it's kinda derogatory-" "Do you think I give two fucks about my damn language right now? I'm really fuckin' pissed off at you and I don't even know your fuckin' name! Just the fact that you're the reason my arm is broken in two different places and that you now also owe me a cup of coffee!" the man seethed. "Marcel," he breathed out, holding out his shaking hand, "My name's Marcel."

The man stopped and looked down at his hand, it took him a moment but he sighed and shook Marcel's trembling limb half heartedly, "Luke." The man, now known as Luke gruffed out before he ran a hand through his short hair, "Now, if you'll excuse me - I have to go and buy another cup of coffee," Luke said exasperatedly and turned around to go and buy another coffee.

Marcel watched him for a second before blinking a few times and stumbling forward to catch up with the man. "Wait!" he called out and Luke stopped in the middle of the crosswalk Marcel timidly stood by him and swayed left from right as he tried to form words. "I-I'll uh... I'll make it up to you," he stated, "anyway I can, starting with that cup of coffee."

Luke looked down at him with unamused eyes before his face loosened and he nodded with a sigh. "Fine, led the way," Luke said, holding his arm out to let Marcel take the lead.

Marcel blew on his coffee lightly before taking a small sip and burning his tongue which made him wince. He heard Luke chuff beside him and looked up at the taller man with a pout. "Don't give me that look, you broke my arm and burned my chest, a scalded tongue is nothing compared to the pain I'm in right now."

Marcel frowned and looked down at the ground and Luke felt a pang of guilt in his gut and sighed. "Okay... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be such an ass about it," Luke said softly. Marcel took another sip from his coffee and shook his head. "No, no it's... It's okay, but I am sorry, really. I didn't even think to look back after that, but I sure felt like an ass... feel like an ass for not doing it."

Luke nodded, watching ahead of them. "It's okay, you couldn't have known your eyes could take a man down with one glance." Luke smiled when Marcel coughed and looked up at him with wide eyes before quickly looking away.

There was a small silence before Luke spoke again. "Hey, you said you would do what ever you could to make it up to me, right?" Marcel looked up at him with weary eyes. "Yes..." Marcel said unsurely and Luke smiled. "Dance with me then." Marcel coughed again and stumbled.

"W-what?!" the man exclaimed. "When my arms all healed, drop by the studio. And... dance with me," Luke explained.

Marcel couldn't help but stare dumbly, "I don't know the first thing about dancing though, I mean... I trip over air more than I actually trip over an object, and even then I'm nowhere near being in shape enough for the kind of stuff you guys must be doing." Luke held a hand up to stop him, "I offer... private lessons. Usually for beginners and. You did say you'd do anything to make it up to me, so... Please?" Luke asked with a smile.

Marcel stared up at him with his mouth hanging open, "Okay."

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The month seemed to drag on for Luke, he felt so cooped up in his small apartment in an even smaller town, this place was nothing like Greensburo, but none the less he was excited to finally have the hulking thing off and to be able to open his studio back up.

Luke walked up to the doors and pulled the keys out of his pocket with a smile and unlocked the doors, stepping in with a deep inhale. "God I missed this place," Luke sighed. His phone dinged in his back pocket and he reached for it. Seeing the text from Marcel made him smile again. "Today's gonna be a good day."

"Let's start with something basic, yeah?" Luke asked, looking at Marcel from the corner of his eye. He looks good in blue, Luke thought but shook it from his head as he pulled up the music. "We'll start with something slow," he announced and pressed play.

He grabbed Marcel's hand and lead him to the middle of the studio floor. "Okay, it's gonna start off simple," he said, taking his place behind the shorter man, "Don't freak okay?" he said before the singing started, running his hands down Marcel's arms before turning him around and pulling them flush together.

Luke could feel the heat radiating off of the shorter man and he smiled, "Don't be so nervous, Just lose it."

Marcel looked up at him with wide eyes before he took a breath and nodded. Luke restarted the song and they took it from the top, Luke slowly running his hands down Marcel's arms before turning him around and pulling their bodies close together linking their fingers together before pulling back and twisting him around, "One, two, three," Luke said aloud before dipping him down.

Marcel squeaked and gripped onto his shirt and Luke laughed while pulling him back up. "That was good, Mar. You might actually be a natural at this."

Marcel's face burned and his heart pounded in his chest and his breath hitched when Luke's hand moved under his chin to make him look up. "You okay there Mar? You look a little flush." Luke smiled and Marcel almost went limp. When did that suddenly become so hot? Luke smiled even wider and Marcel realized he had voice his thought aloud.

He pulled away from where they were standing and covered his face, "I'm... Shit, I'm really sorry about that-" Marcel's sentence was left unfinished when Luke turned him around and quickly connected their lips for a brief kiss and Marcel was suddenly reeling. "Do that again," he said, "Please."

And Luke kissed him again, this time for longer and more passionately. "I shoulda knocked you down sooner," Marcel panted between kisses and Luke started laughing. "Yeah," he nodded, "Yeah you should've."

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Hello again! I don't know about you guys but... I'm actually kinda proud of this one.

Bye! :P