( eddie might not have been totally honest with gator when he initially invited him to said honky-tonk watering hole. he had been coy about his dancing abilities, specifically surrounding his experience with line dancing, but he wanted it to be a surprise. he wanted gator to see him on the dancefloor and know.
the thing is, wayne loves these kinds of places. back when he first started living in the trailer, eddie struggled to get out and about, still reeling from all of the bullshit that was his dear old dad. so, wayne would take eddie with him when he would go hang with his friends from the plant. one such occasion involved line dancing and eddie? well, as it turns out, eddie loves it.
eddie grins up at gator, his heart pounding with anticipation. he could nurse a drink for a bit longer and delay the inevitable, but he's been itching to get out on the dancefloor all night long. now's as good a time as any. )
Well we wouldn't want that, now, would we? ( eddie bows and gestures towards the dancefloor. after you.)
[ thick lashes blink as gator takes in the way eddie looks β all that hair, those big eyes, the way he smiles. there's nothing better, in his mind, than this streak of skinny metal β the way his jeans hug him, his ass, the way his clothes seem to hang off of him perfectly. it's enough for gator to stare for a moment, wrapped up in wanting to push him against his truck and kiss him. he doesn't, can't, not really, so when they enter the bar β there's already a line dancing group to sweet home alabama. they kick their legs, back up in a row, turning. gator's an expert at it, having been into line dancing since he was old enough to walk.
he walks up to the bar with eddie, ordering a bud, and as the bottles are past to the both of them, he leans on the bartop with his elbow. he takes a long swig, swallowing past his adam's apple, lowering the brew with a wink in eddie's direction. the last notes of the song filter out, applause coming from around the bar. gator smiles β big, broad, happy. he places his beer down, then nods at eddie, taking space on the floor as the dancers take their positions. he wants to hold eddie's hand, but he knows better. he grins again, the opening notes to save a horse, ride a cowboy begins.
he leans over to eddie, voice deep, a whisper β ]
( gator's voice in his ear is enough to drive eddie crazy. he should know this song and dance by now. he should be intimately familiar with gator's voice, yet it still sends shivers down his spine. he knows what that voice sounds like moaned against his neck. he knows how it sounds when it gets positively wrecked. and now he will know what it sounds like after line dancing.
eddie finds his spot next to gator and waits for the song to queue up. he rolls his eyes when he recognizes it and shakes his head before flashing gator a cheeky grin. oh, he intends to. but first...
first, eddie waits for the song to kick in before the movements come naturally. it reminds him of summer nights drenched in sweat and beer. his kicks and turns come fluid as the rest of their line seems to move as one, eddie moving along with them. he wants to pull gator in close when it gets to the chorus, but he knows they can't. not here, not not. maybe later in the safe confines of gator's bedroom. )
[ surprise isn't the correct word for how gator feels, watching eddie's feet kick and his hips sway. the jeans that ride up his body are skin tight, each curve of his frame spinning for gator's personal enjoyment. as he keeps up with him, he leans in close as the group turns to the bridge. he smiles, country boy in his own world, cowboy hat over his dark eyes. ]
You better watch where you're pointin' that body, baby.
[ it's enough to make gator want eddie, to take him out to the woods somewhere in the back of the truck. he thinks about it, the moonlight pouring down on them as they rut and pant. that seems to be a trend with eddie, needing more, more, more at every turn. they kick around again in a circle, gator's hips shifting as he steps forward on beat, hands on his belt buckle. ]
( it's maybe a little sad how much fun eddie is having like this. he doesn't get to let go that often, and never like this never with gator in tow. it's probably a little dangerous, letting himself feel this free and happy with the other man. the more time they spend together, the more eddie feels himself yearning.
it's not like eddie has a lot of potential suitors to choose from. eddie tells himself that he clings to gator because of a lack of choice. he knows deep down that's no excuse.
as he sways, boots kicking at the floor, at the air, hand perfectly perched at his belt while the movements come naturally, eddie drifts away. soon enough, the rest of the bar bleeds into the background and eddie only has eyes for him.)
You gonna do something if I don't?
( it's a light challenge. eddie always likes testing gator and teasing him. they both know eddie has long since stopped seeing anyone else. it's only been gator for eddie for a while now. )
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the thing is, wayne loves these kinds of places. back when he first started living in the trailer, eddie struggled to get out and about, still reeling from all of the bullshit that was his dear old dad. so, wayne would take eddie with him when he would go hang with his friends from the plant. one such occasion involved line dancing and eddie? well, as it turns out, eddie loves it.
eddie grins up at gator, his heart pounding with anticipation. he could nurse a drink for a bit longer and delay the inevitable, but he's been itching to get out on the dancefloor all night long. now's as good a time as any. )
Well we wouldn't want that, now, would we? ( eddie bows and gestures towards the dancefloor. after you. )
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he walks up to the bar with eddie, ordering a bud, and as the bottles are past to the both of them, he leans on the bartop with his elbow. he takes a long swig, swallowing past his adam's apple, lowering the brew with a wink in eddie's direction. the last notes of the song filter out, applause coming from around the bar. gator smiles β big, broad, happy. he places his beer down, then nods at eddie, taking space on the floor as the dancers take their positions. he wants to hold eddie's hand, but he knows better. he grins again, the opening notes to save a horse, ride a cowboy begins.
he leans over to eddie, voice deep, a whisper β ]
Show me what you got, baby.
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eddie finds his spot next to gator and waits for the song to queue up. he rolls his eyes when he recognizes it and shakes his head before flashing gator a cheeky grin. oh, he intends to. but first...
first, eddie waits for the song to kick in before the movements come naturally. it reminds him of summer nights drenched in sweat and beer. his kicks and turns come fluid as the rest of their line seems to move as one, eddie moving along with them. he wants to pull gator in close when it gets to the chorus, but he knows they can't. not here, not not. maybe later in the safe confines of gator's bedroom. )
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You better watch where you're pointin' that body, baby.
[ it's enough to make gator want eddie, to take him out to the woods somewhere in the back of the truck. he thinks about it, the moonlight pouring down on them as they rut and pant. that seems to be a trend with eddie, needing more, more, more at every turn. they kick around again in a circle, gator's hips shifting as he steps forward on beat, hands on his belt buckle. ]
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it's not like eddie has a lot of potential suitors to choose from. eddie tells himself that he clings to gator because of a lack of choice. he knows deep down that's no excuse.
as he sways, boots kicking at the floor, at the air, hand perfectly perched at his belt while the movements come naturally, eddie drifts away. soon enough, the rest of the bar bleeds into the background and eddie only has eyes for him. )
You gonna do something if I don't?
( it's a light challenge. eddie always likes testing gator and teasing him. they both know eddie has long since stopped seeing anyone else. it's only been gator for eddie for a while now. )