“How???” Damien exclaimed, watching from the couch as Connor casually slid into a full split. Connor was wearing a stretchy, one piece, sparkly jumper that hugged his muscled form. “Every time you do this I wonder whether or not you actually have bones.” Damien continued, chuckling at his own humour.
“Heh, practice, baby. Years and years of performing and practice. Have I shown you my pole dancing yet?” Connor asked.
Damien shook his head. He knew Connor had worked as a pole dancer but he had never seen him in action.
Connor stretched, reaching back and grabbing his ankle, beginning to pull it towards his shoulder. “No? Wow. I can’t believe we’ve been together for two years and you still haven’t seen me pole dance. Well If we ever go to that room in the gym where the pole is, you know the one I’m talking about, I’ll show you some of my moves. I think you have to book a time slot though, I’m not sure.”
Connor smirked at his boyfriend, then let his foot go, returning to a normal sitting position for a moment before placing both hands on the floor and pushing himself into a handstand, letting his legs spread like a split in the air, his body perfectly balanced.
“Amazing.” Damien muttered, watching as Connor effortlessly held himself up.
“What was that honey?” Connor asked, pointing his legs straight into the air, now stiff as a board.
“You're amazing. You look so goddamn beautiful” Damien said, laying down in front of Connor’s face and kissing his forehead. The position was a bit awkward, and Damien definitely got a face-full of Connor’s bushy beard.
“Just wait until you see my pole dancing.” Connor murmured, slowly letting himself down on to the floor. “Wanna know what my stage name was?”
“What was it?”
“Anguis.”
“Why Anguis?” Damien propped himself up on one elbow.
“It’s latin for snake.” Connor smirked, watching as Damien’s face began to flush. He pecked Damien’s nose before hopping up, shaking out his hands. “I’m gonna go change. Man, I haven’t been on the pole in a long while. I can’t wait to show you how I got my stage name...”
“Love you baby.” Damien said, grunting as he got up off the floor.
Connor usually practiced for only a few minutes every now and then, or more if he was stressed or anything like that. It was a good way for him to relax.
Damien made a mental reminder to book about a half hour or so for the pole as soon as possible.
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Damien and Connor
Kort verhaal((ART COVER NOT MINE. IS A FILL IN UNTIL I CAN GET A REAL COVER FOR THIS)) ((Also next chapter will be character descriptions and pictures of characters that I drew)) A cute set of stories with a couple original characters of mine. Damien is a hard...
