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Kyle:I think it could be a good intro to the gay club scene for you.
Eric’s reply seemed to take forever, but Kyle’s screen finally lit up with,You know there’s a really good chance I’m never going to be into the gay club scene, right?
Kyle laughed into his empty living room.
Kyle:But it’s FUN!
Eric:I’m too old.
Kyle:Nope.
Eric:I can’t dance.
Kyle:As if.
Eric:I can prove it.
Kyle grinned, and wrote,So you’re coming tonight?
He wondered if Eric would make a dirty joke. Most of Kyle’s friends wouldn’t be able to resist that setup. He doubted Eric even noticed the double meaning.
Eric:Wow. You skipped a few steps there.
Kyle fell back against the couch, laughing. He knew he shouldn’t flirt with him, but he couldn’t help it.
Kyle:Obviously you’ve never danced with ME.
For a long time, Eric didn’t reply. There weren’t even dots indicating that Eric was writing anything. Kyle cursed himself for being so stupid.
Eric:Can I call you?
Oh god. That sounded...well, Kyle wasn’t sure, actually. Ominous? Exciting?
Kyle:Sure.
A moment later, his phone rang. He bit his lip, staring at the screen, then answered. “Hi.”
“Hi.” Even that one simple word sent a spark racing through Kyle’s body. He’dmissedEric. It had beendaysand Kyle hadmissedhim.
“What’s up?”
“I just... I wanted to talk about...” Eric exhaled into the phone. “If I go tonight, to the club, I don’t think we should—”
“Got it,” Kyle interrupted. He couldn’t stand to hear Eric finish that sentence. “Hands off.”
“Yeah. I just...think it’s best.”
“Whatever you want,” Kyle managed to keep his tone light, even though his overdramatic heart ached in his chest. “It’s not like there won’t be plenty of men to choose from when you’re there.”
Eric huffed. “I’m not going to be staying late.”
“Do you have a game tomorrow?”
“No. I just...”
“Don’t worry,” Kyle teased. “You can watch the show, dance for a song or two, and still be home in plenty of time to do your pre-bed Tai Chi.”
“I don’t do thateverynight.”
