Your Arms Feel Like Home

Randy rolled his eyes, leaning down and kissing John again. He couldn't get enough of this man's kiss. It was addictive.

John chuckled and kissed him back before pulling away. "Whoa baby boy, gotta let me breath." He said with a smile.

"Who needs to breath?" Randy asked. "You're a dancer. You should be good at enduring."

"Well yeah, I am. But I need oxygen to survive." John chuckled. "The good thing is your were a fighter, you have endurance. And your in shape..." He said, squeezing Randy's muscled. "But you're very tall." He sighed, stepping back to look Randy over.

"Yeah. Sorry about that. Genetics," Randy said, chuckling as he ran a hand over his head.

John sighed and nodded. "Eh, I'll make it work." He said. "So, you need to know three routines. First is contemporary jazz. Second is modern ballet. And the last is lyrical. We can't do the pointe routine because you obviously cannot stand on your toes." He chuckled.

Randy stared at him. "Right," was all he said.

John rolled his eyes. "The easiest is the ballet. The hardest will be contemporary jazz." he said and turned on the music. "We have four weeks tog et this down. Please, when you perform, don't screw up." He said. "And don't step on my feet."

Randy looked at him. "I'll do what I can," he said bitterly.

John rolled his eyes and stepped up to Randy, putting his hands in the correct locations on his body. "Okay, show me what ya got first." He said.

"I've got nothing," Randy replied. He didn't need to show John nothing. They were seriously starting from scratch.

"Okay then." John sighed. He got on his toes. "Straighten your back and put you hands on my hips." He instructed.

Randy took a deep breath and did as he was instructed to do. "Okay, now what?" he asked.

John sighed and intructed Randy through the moves. Telling to gihten or loosen muscles when needed. "Always point your feet. Always." John said firmly.

Randy was getting frustrated, but pushed past it and listened to John, doing whatever he instructed him to.

John watched Randy as he instructed him. Taking his hands and putting them in the right gestures. Relaxing his back in the right positions. "Now, when you lift me, left me by my hips. I'll balance myself, but you gotta steady me. Understand?" He asked.

"I think I got it," Randy said with a nod.

John nodded and stood at a distance before running at Randy and jumped, Randy supposed ot catch and lift him.

Randy caught John by the hips and lifted him, steadying him and letting him do the rest.

John did the pose before gracefully coming down to his feet. "Good. You did good." He said with a smile.

Randy chuckled and nodded. "Yeah," he said. He looked around. "Okay, can we move this to the living room? We're dangerously close to all my art."

John chuckled and nodded, going into the living room. "Next time we can do this at my condo. I have a dance studio." He said.

Randy nodded. "Sounds good," he said with a small smile.

John nodded. "Good. Now lets practice what I taught you, on a dance, yeah?" He asked.

Randy nodded. "Okay, then," he said and played the song they were listening to before. "Let's do this."