SeSa 2006 - Nothing But Time
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raynedanserwritesNote: Am catching up on posting the rest of my SeSa and MTYG fics here. Feel free to skip/ignore.
Chris had decided it was time. It had been weeks and weeks and - it was time dammit.
And now, here he sat in the hotel room. Waiting patiently. Or as patiently as he got. He thought he was doing pretty damn well, all things considered. The hotel room was barely lit by the small lamp in the corner so as not to disturb the only other occupant. His luggage sat on the floor just inside the door. He’d put it away later. The bed was rumpled, the sheets twisted and knotted around the sleeping form, and still he waited, listening to the clock on the dresser softly ticking away the seconds. He sat still as a mouse and watched the minute hand, waiting.
The sun was barely peeking around the edges of the heavy drapes. Morning was on its way. And still Chris waited. And watched as brown eyes blinked open and stared at Chris in surprise.
“Chris?” Joey mumbled drowsily from the bed. He wiped sleep crud out of his eyes. “You’re here? Already?”
“It was time,” he said simply. Joey nodded. He got it. Chris knew he would.
Joey climbed out of bed, pulling the sheet around his waist and went into the bathroom. Chris kept waiting patiently. All good things come to those who wait, he told himself. And he could wait. He heard the water as it was turned on, and then Joey as he started to sing in the shower. A few minutes later, he emerged. Drops of water clung to his hair and skin and Chris stared, determined not to look at where the towel hung low on his hips. It wasn’t quite time yet.
When Joey dropped his towel and turned away to start rummaging through the dresser, trying to find clothes, “Anything” he’d grumbled, Chris looked away. He knew Joey had a very fine ass. It was one of the “most fine” things about him. But it wasn’t quite time yet. Chris heard the soft whisper of material as Joey pulled a shirt on over his head and then stepped into his pants.
“Chris, you can open your eyes now,” Joey teased.
They ordered breakfast, choosing to eat in so they could eat, catch up and be left alone. Breakfast arrived quickly and then the only sounds were the clatter of silverware against the plates as they ate. Finally, Chris put his muffin down.
“It’s going well?” he asked.
Joey nodded as he swallowed his mouthful. “Yeah. It’s been… Interesting.” He paused and shook his head. “I thought I knew how to dance, but every week has been something different, something new. And have you seen the clothes we get stuck in?”
Chris laughed. “I kinda liked the clothes, Joey.”
Joey took a drink of juice. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
And so breakfast was finished in silence. Then Chris watched as Joey hopped up and fiddled with the stations on the radio until he found one he liked. “Wanna see what we’re working on this week?” he asked.
Of course he did, Chris thought. Wasn’t that why he was out here? But instead of saying that, he quickly took care of the trash and then climbed back into the chair he’d been in earlier, eyes on Joey.
Joey started moving through some dance steps, stepping carefully and looking for all the world like he’d been born to do it. Chris watched the hips shimmy and the feet tap and glide as Joey moved away and came closer �" until he was right in front of Chris, holding out his hand, wiggling his fingers.
Chris stared at Joey’s hand dumbly. “What?” he asked.
“Come on,” Joey answered, wiggling his fingers again. Chris kept staring. “Chris, dance. Please?”
“I don’t know how to do this one.”
“I’ll show you,” Joey promised.
And really, when had Joey ever steered him wrong? Well, except for that time with the horses, but that didn’t count anymore. Did it? Either way, he never could tell Joey no, so he slid his hand into Joey’s and let himself be pulled out of the chair.
Joey held him close, body pressed against his, hands on Chris’s hips as he was guided through a long familiar hip roll that slowly became something more. Something new. A little extra pop, a little extra movement, a little extra zing to the roll and then Joey was guiding him into more moves, slowly moving with the beat of the music.
Chris had missed this. The dancing with Joey, moving their bodies together, counting the beat out in his head. Chris expected Joey to let go when the song finished, but he didn’t. Instead, he held on to Chris, and went into a slow, relaxing sway. Chris leaned back against Joey and closed his eyes. This was familiar too, and long missed. It had been even longer since they’d stood like this and Chris wanted to absorb the feeling, find a way to hold on to it forever.
“Chris,” Joey whispered, his breath warm on Chris’s neck.
“Mmm?” Chris answered quietly, still not opening his eyes.
Chris found himself being turned and he opened his eyes in confusion. The radio had gone quiet and Joey was no longer swaying. Chris frowned.
“Chris,” Joey said again, softer still. His finger came up and touched Chris’s cheek lightly and Chris blinked, wondering. Chris could see the unasked question in Joey’s eyes.
And then he smiled and leaned in to the touch, nodding to Joey as he did, answering the question that hadn’t been asked. His hands moved to Joey’s hips, thumbs lightly rubbing smooth skin just above the waist of Joey’s jeans. He waited patiently, not moving, watching as Joey’s expression softened when he realized his unasked question had been answered.
Joey smiled then, and it touched his eyes, put a twinkle in them and making them crinkle at the corners. Joey tipped his head down, brushed his lips lightly over Chris’s and Chris sighed. This was new. Unfamiliar. Something that had been longed for and he’d waited for and now it was here. He pulled back and smiled at Joey, then leaned in for another kiss.
Now, it was time.
Chris had decided it was time. It had been weeks and weeks and - it was time dammit.
And now, here he sat in the hotel room. Waiting patiently. Or as patiently as he got. He thought he was doing pretty damn well, all things considered. The hotel room was barely lit by the small lamp in the corner so as not to disturb the only other occupant. His luggage sat on the floor just inside the door. He’d put it away later. The bed was rumpled, the sheets twisted and knotted around the sleeping form, and still he waited, listening to the clock on the dresser softly ticking away the seconds. He sat still as a mouse and watched the minute hand, waiting.
The sun was barely peeking around the edges of the heavy drapes. Morning was on its way. And still Chris waited. And watched as brown eyes blinked open and stared at Chris in surprise.
“Chris?” Joey mumbled drowsily from the bed. He wiped sleep crud out of his eyes. “You’re here? Already?”
“It was time,” he said simply. Joey nodded. He got it. Chris knew he would.
Joey climbed out of bed, pulling the sheet around his waist and went into the bathroom. Chris kept waiting patiently. All good things come to those who wait, he told himself. And he could wait. He heard the water as it was turned on, and then Joey as he started to sing in the shower. A few minutes later, he emerged. Drops of water clung to his hair and skin and Chris stared, determined not to look at where the towel hung low on his hips. It wasn’t quite time yet.
When Joey dropped his towel and turned away to start rummaging through the dresser, trying to find clothes, “Anything” he’d grumbled, Chris looked away. He knew Joey had a very fine ass. It was one of the “most fine” things about him. But it wasn’t quite time yet. Chris heard the soft whisper of material as Joey pulled a shirt on over his head and then stepped into his pants.
“Chris, you can open your eyes now,” Joey teased.
They ordered breakfast, choosing to eat in so they could eat, catch up and be left alone. Breakfast arrived quickly and then the only sounds were the clatter of silverware against the plates as they ate. Finally, Chris put his muffin down.
“It’s going well?” he asked.
Joey nodded as he swallowed his mouthful. “Yeah. It’s been… Interesting.” He paused and shook his head. “I thought I knew how to dance, but every week has been something different, something new. And have you seen the clothes we get stuck in?”
Chris laughed. “I kinda liked the clothes, Joey.”
Joey took a drink of juice. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
And so breakfast was finished in silence. Then Chris watched as Joey hopped up and fiddled with the stations on the radio until he found one he liked. “Wanna see what we’re working on this week?” he asked.
Of course he did, Chris thought. Wasn’t that why he was out here? But instead of saying that, he quickly took care of the trash and then climbed back into the chair he’d been in earlier, eyes on Joey.
Joey started moving through some dance steps, stepping carefully and looking for all the world like he’d been born to do it. Chris watched the hips shimmy and the feet tap and glide as Joey moved away and came closer �" until he was right in front of Chris, holding out his hand, wiggling his fingers.
Chris stared at Joey’s hand dumbly. “What?” he asked.
“Come on,” Joey answered, wiggling his fingers again. Chris kept staring. “Chris, dance. Please?”
“I don’t know how to do this one.”
“I’ll show you,” Joey promised.
And really, when had Joey ever steered him wrong? Well, except for that time with the horses, but that didn’t count anymore. Did it? Either way, he never could tell Joey no, so he slid his hand into Joey’s and let himself be pulled out of the chair.
Joey held him close, body pressed against his, hands on Chris’s hips as he was guided through a long familiar hip roll that slowly became something more. Something new. A little extra pop, a little extra movement, a little extra zing to the roll and then Joey was guiding him into more moves, slowly moving with the beat of the music.
Chris had missed this. The dancing with Joey, moving their bodies together, counting the beat out in his head. Chris expected Joey to let go when the song finished, but he didn’t. Instead, he held on to Chris, and went into a slow, relaxing sway. Chris leaned back against Joey and closed his eyes. This was familiar too, and long missed. It had been even longer since they’d stood like this and Chris wanted to absorb the feeling, find a way to hold on to it forever.
“Chris,” Joey whispered, his breath warm on Chris’s neck.
“Mmm?” Chris answered quietly, still not opening his eyes.
Chris found himself being turned and he opened his eyes in confusion. The radio had gone quiet and Joey was no longer swaying. Chris frowned.
“Chris,” Joey said again, softer still. His finger came up and touched Chris’s cheek lightly and Chris blinked, wondering. Chris could see the unasked question in Joey’s eyes.
And then he smiled and leaned in to the touch, nodding to Joey as he did, answering the question that hadn’t been asked. His hands moved to Joey’s hips, thumbs lightly rubbing smooth skin just above the waist of Joey’s jeans. He waited patiently, not moving, watching as Joey’s expression softened when he realized his unasked question had been answered.
Joey smiled then, and it touched his eyes, put a twinkle in them and making them crinkle at the corners. Joey tipped his head down, brushed his lips lightly over Chris’s and Chris sighed. This was new. Unfamiliar. Something that had been longed for and he’d waited for and now it was here. He pulled back and smiled at Joey, then leaned in for another kiss.
Now, it was time.
