Never gonna dance again

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Never gonna dance again


“Oooh, I’m never gonna dance again, guilty feet I’ve got no rhythm...” Eric’s deep soft voice fills the dimly lit living room as he sings along to the music pouring out of the large speakers placed in two corners of the room. Nearly timidly he first strats to swing his hips in tune to his singing, but then Eric’s whole body is twisting and turning, moving to the maddeningly slow rhathm of the saxophone. He ceases singing when hhis large hands glide up his well-muscled chest to caress the firm flesh underneath his white button-down shirt, the cloth riding up just enough to reveal a tiny glimpse of tanned skin being kissed by the flickering candle light illuminating the entire room.

Eric’s bare feet move on the wooden floor and he turns around on his heels, leaving me to stare in awe at his broad shoulders rolling under his tight shirt. Finally my gaze travels lower, settling on his perfect ass being hugged closely by faded blue denim, strong muscles rippling under his jeans as he arches his back.

My feet itch to leave the dark doorway I’m hiding in and join Eric, to rip all clothes off his gorgeous body and fuck him silly, but my trecherous eyes are already addicted to the erotic sight in front of them and so I don’t reveal my presence to him, fearing that he might never dance for me again. I’ve never seen him do that before, dance, and standing here I begin to think that maybe I should thank Eric for it, because instant hard-ons as the one I’m sporting now are nothing I’d appreciate having in public.

Watch Eric dance some more and fuck him silly afterwards it is then. Period.

Eric’s long fingers comb through his dark unruly curls, the light catching briefly on a silver ring before his hands travel down the sides of Eric’s handsome face again, pausing on his full lips for a moment6 before they move down Eric’s throat to unbutton his shirt. I can nearly taste the saltiness of Eric’s skin in my mouth, so strong is my desire to lick wet trails down his throat and stubble covered chin. Involuntarily I gasp softly as the first glimpse of muscled chest is revealed and then the second, my mouth still watering to taste Eric’s tanned skin, to claim every centimetre of it with my lips and tongue.

Suddenly I can hear my own ragged breathing and as it is very quiet in the room I realise that the music has stopped playing. So apparently has Eric as he cocks his head up slightly and strolls languidly to the CD-player to put on another CD.

Eric’s beautiful mouth curves to a soft smile as he this time begins to move in a much more clipped manner than before, his upper body slightly bent forward as he turns around on his toes. A grin spreads on my face and I try not to laugh out loud as I recognise the song Eric is dancing to.

“You don’t have to be rich to be my girl,” Eric squeals in a terribly high pitched voice before making kissy sounds with his lips as he sings along to Prince’s “Kiss”, wriggling his gorgeous ass teasingly. His shirt has flapped open while dancing and is now only being held by Eric’s strong shoulders. My eyes are fixed on Eric’s flat stomach, trying to make use of my non-existent telekinetic skills to free him of totally unnecessary clothing. Suddenly Eric stops abruptly as if having realised what he is doing. With a deep snort he walks the few steps to teh CD-player and skips forward to the next song.

Dark lashes flutter shut over chocolate brown orbs as Eric closes his eyes briefly, taking in hte first tunes of the new song with a deep sigh. Eric lifts his hands up until they’re touching his firm chest, drawing lazy patterns on his skin before Eric leans back to let his shirt glide down his broad shoulders to the floor. I can’t take my eyes from his fingers whenh e brings them to his mouth, his full lips closing around them as he sucks in one digit after the other. Eric’s breath catches in his throat as he lets damp fingertips trail down the tense muscles of his shoulders standing out in a beautiful relief in the shadowed light. I shift uncomfortably in the doorway I am still hiding in as his fingers brush over his erect nipples, my jeans suddenly all too tight.

The sound of Eric’s bare feet on the wooden floor and his soft pants mix with the music filling the room, Eric letting himself be embraced fully by the beautiful male voice. A breath escapes my lips in half a moan, half a whimper as Eric cups the now prominent bulge in his pants with his large hands, his slim hips thrusting into each of his movements.

My eyes stay fixed on Eric, undressing him with my hungry gaze. He pants softly as his fingers unbutton the jeans and pull the zipper down, the denim sliding down strong, furry legs.

Slowly.

Way too fucking slowly!

Eric steps out of the jeans that are now lying on the floor in a small heap, his erection tenting proudly the black material of his boxers. Lazily as if to tease me he swings his hips one last time, letting his hands travel over his chest before Eric lets his hands glide into his boxers, closing around his rock hard cock.

Eric’s head falls back heavily and the remnants of my slowly melting brain short circuit as I suddenly hear him groan my name, Eric whispering it in time to his thrusts as if it was my hand and not his stroking him to completion.

Two long steps and I’m with him. Getting to my knees in front of him without hesitation. Eric is too far gone already to wonder from where I’ve just appeared from and so he doesn’t cry out in surprise when I rip his boxers and hand away, licking my lips hungrily as his throbbing erection springs free. I swallow his incredible girth easily, cupping Eric’s much praised ass cheeks in my hands as I swirl my tongue along the underside of his cock.

“Karl...” the harsh moan escapes Eric’s soft lips between other unintelligible sounds of pleasure that are only proving how much he is enjoying my mouth. Blindly his long fingers reach out for my head, wanting to grip hold of my hair so that I hold still and he can fuck my mouth, but too bad for him I’ve had my long hair cut away just a few days before. Having mercy with Eric I suck harder on his throbbing flesh, kneading the strong muscles of his backside tense with exertion.

Eric’s breath hitches in his throat when he grabs my skull and nearly violently slams two more times into my mouth before he comes with a low moan, me swallowing his cum greedily. Pulling back from him I stand up just in time to catch his trembling body.

“Hmmm...Tastes good...” I moan into his mouth as I kiss him softly. Cloudy eyes flutter shut as Eric tries to recover from a mind-blowing orgasm, but I won’t let him, am still too horny myself fot that.

“Lemme fuck you?” I growl into his ear in a seductive voice and he gasps involuntarily, but is already sinking down to the floor. “Let’s see what other sounds our dear dancing queen is still capable of,” I mutter afetr stripping off my clothes and slam into Eric without preparations.


Finis.


Notes: This fic was inspired by a pic I made on my computer with Karl and Eric dancing.
The three songs mentioned herein are “Careless Whisper” by George Michael, “Kiss” by Prince and “Insatiable” by Darren Hayes.