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Joey took a moment to study the contours of Marco's body, his broad shoulders and strong arms, the muscles of his thighs clearly defined beneath the fabric of his trousers. It was all too easy to imagine how good it would feel to have those arms wrapped around him.
"Show me what you got, handsome," Marco teased, snapping Joey out of his reverie.
Joey turned his back on Marco, and picked up the mp3 player. He flicked through the options, feeling sweat begin to bead.
He didn't recognize any of these songs. His jams were more along the lines of They Might Be Giants or Weird Al. You couldn't exactly get dirty to Amish Paradise.
Sending up a prayer to the music gods, Joey thumbed one at random. The music that burst from the speakers seemed perfect for the scene: dirty, rumbling bass, and a warbling female vocalist who started begging a nonspecific man to give it to her.
"You going to make this worth my while?"
"I'm going to make it worth seventeen fifty," Joey bit out, his cheeks pink. "If you want something professional, go get Gina."
Marco chuckled, but he didn't move.
Joey began to sway his body in time with the music. He closed his eyes, allowing the rhythm to guide him as he moved his hips, feeling the heat rising underneath his skin.
He braced himself for laughter, or for some cutting remark—but when he opened his eyes, Marco was just watching him, his eyes half-lidded. "Keep going," Marco breathed, his voice husky as he watched Joey's every move.
Feeling bolder, Joey took a step forward, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nervousness. He closed his eyes, allowing the music to guide his movements, hoping that his inexperienced dance would be enough to captivate Marco's attention.
With each sway of his hips and extension of his limbs, Joey tried to emulate the confidence he had seen in the other dancers. He fought back the self-conscious thoughts that threatened to undermine his performance, determined to give it his all.
When he opened his eyes, he caught sight of Marco watching him, his eyes half-lidded and his lips slightly parted. Joey's cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and anticipation. Marco's gaze sent a jolt of electricity through him, giving him an unexpected surge of confidence.
"Keep going," Marco breathed, his voice husky, his eyes locked on Joey's every move. The words echoed in Joey's mind, fueling his determination to make this dance memorable.
With renewed purpose, Joey let himself fully embrace the rhythm. He moved with an endearing awkwardness, his limbs not quite as fluid as the more experienced dancers. But to his surprise, Marco's gaze never wavered. There was a spark of appreciation in his eyes, as if he found Joey's unpolished dance alluring in its own unique way.
Joey's initial nervousness transformed into a raw and genuine display of vulnerability. He let himself get lost in the music, allowing his body to follow its instinctive desires. Each movement became a testament to his eagerness to please, to convey the feelings that words couldn't express.
He turned around and pressed his back against Marco's chest, grinding down against him ever so slightly. The gasp that escaped Marco's lips was like a drug, fueling Joey's confidence and desire to take things further. He reached behind him, grabbing Marco's wrists and guiding his hands up his sides and onto his chest.
"Fuck, Joey," Marco groaned as their bodies moved together, the friction between them nearly unbearable.
"Am I doing it right?" Joey asked playfully, secretly thrilled by Marco's reaction. He could feel the heat radiating from Marco's body, their breaths heavy and mingled in the small space between them.
"Better than right," Marco replied, his voice strained with need. "You're a natural."
Feeling the heat of Marco's gaze intensify, Joey's heart raced with anticipation. He could sense a shift in the air, a momentary pause pregnant with possibility. Then, with a low, commanding tone, Marco spoke, his voice filled with authority.
"Take it off, Joey," Marco instructed, his voice carrying a mixture of desire and dominance.
Joey's breath hitched as he registered the command. A shiver ran down his spine, mingling with a surge of exhilaration. In that moment, all hesitation melted away, replaced by an eagerness to please Marco, to fulfill his every desire.
Without hesitation, Joey's hands moved to the hem of his tight tank top, his fingers tracing the fabric that clung to his sculpted torso. He could feel the weight of Marco's gaze on him, igniting a fire within, urging him to bare himself completely.
As he slowly peeled off the tank top, the material stretched and clung to his body, accentuating his every curve and muscle. His skin, kissed by a soft glow of warm lights, seemed to come alive under Marco's unwavering gaze.
Marco watched, his eyes fixated on Joey's exposed skin, his hunger growing with each revealed inch. The air crackled with an electrifying tension as Joey's bare chest was unveiled, his confidence and vulnerability intermingling.
Joey reveled in the power dynamic, feeling a newfound sense of liberation in his bared flesh. Marco's appreciation fueled his desire, erasing any lingering self-consciousness. His movements became a seductive dance, an invitation for Marco to explore the depths of his desires.
With a knowing smile playing on his lips, Marco extended a hand, beckoning Joey closer. Joey's pulse quickened, his body yearning for the touch that awaited him. With measured steps, he closed the distance between them, his bare skin radiating with a mix of anticipation and excitement—
And then the music came to an end.
He reluctantly pulled away, forcing himself to put some distance between them before he completely lost control.
