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.Fuck, but their Rig looked good happy.They paid their cover and ordered a couple of beers before they found a little table at the edge of122 Out of the Closetthe dance floor.Rig was singing along to whatever was playing on the jukebox, swaying slightlyas he drank."You let me know when you want to go up and I'll do my best to keep up with you.""You asking me to dance, young man?" He got a wink and a grin, the flirting warm and easy asbreathing."I do think I am." He smiled back, feeling good and happy."What do you think? Wanna polishsome belt-buckles?""There's precious little I'd like more." Rig finished his beer, knee bumping his gently."Readywhen you are."He got up and held his hand out to Rig."May I have this dance?"Rig met his eyes, nodded, and stood, sliding that long hand into his."As many as you want,Pretty."He chuckled as he pulled Rig close."I'm feeling pretty greedy, Rig.You may just be dancing allnight.""Sounds like fucking heaven." Rig moved right into his arms, joining the other men on the dancefloor and moving together.Rig's hips snuggled in with his, thin belly warm as they danced, Rigsinging along, voice soft and low.It felt good, moving slowly, intimately, with Rig, bodiesswaying together.Felt even better knowing how much Rig enjoyed this.Rig moved like he was made to shuffle around a dance floor, motions easy and flawless, almostdrawled.When the songs changed to something faster, they got to laugh and flirt.He got to chasethose hips across the floor.When the song was slow, his arms were filled, cheek resting againsthis, his own personal cowboy singing soft and low, just for him.They stopped only long enoughto grab a quick bite and another beer and then they were back on the dance floor again, two-stepping the night away.Dick was beginning to see why Rig loved this so much.He was warm and loose, holding hislover.They got to laugh and flirt, talk about their day, share long, slow kisses during the slowsongs.The whole time, Rig's eyes never left him, never once let him slip from being the center ofthe fucking universe.He could have danced all fucking night, but the place closed down around two in the morning andhe let Rig go with great reluctance.Rig leaned up, licked his lips as they stepped off the dance floor."Let's go home, Pretty.We canfinish making love there."Oh.yeah.That's what they'd been doing.Out of the Closet 123He captured Rig's mouth, taking a long, deep kiss."I love you," he whispered softly.One hand stroked his cheek, those grey eyes warm and bright."You never let me even doubt that,Dick.Take me home."He grabbed Rig's hand and led him back out to the parking lot, Rig's jeep the only vehicle leftthere.The temptation was strong to suggest they make out in the jeep, but instead he slipped intothe passenger seat, letting the anticipation build.Rigger drove, hand resting on his knee, humming along with the radio.When they pulled up tothe driveway, his lover looked over, gave him the slowest, sweetest smile."Thank you."He covered Rig's hand with his own."It was my pleasure."And he meant every word.124 Out of the ClosetChapter TwelveHe sat out on the back porch, stroking Grimmy's muzzle, listening to the old boy breathe,watching him sleep.Just petting.He wouldn't have many more mornings with Grim, the vet said time was catching up with the bigold heart, that Grim wouldn't make the month.Rig had nodded, brought his boy home.So long asGrim wasn't hurting, Rig figure'd he'd give him as many dawns as he wanted to watch.Troubleand Mutt were chasing crabs, Miss Lucy nipping their little butts when they wandered too far off.Rig grinned as he watched, drinking his coffee, watching the sun on the water.The screen door slid open.It was going to need oiling again.Bare feet came across the porch.Hewas expecting his Pretty, he got Blue."Mornin' sunshine.You're up early." He offered Blue a smile and a sip of his coffee, they alldrank it the same, made it easier.He got a shake of the head and a grumble, Rock's eyes half closed against the growing light."Thought you could use some company.""Always." He wrapped one hand around his coffee cup, the other running over Grimm's head."Just sitting with the pups and watching the sun."Rock grunted and sat, warm and still beside him.He leaned against that strength, drinking it in, letting it ease his soul."He's been with me longerthan you have, you know? Living in a crate on the balcony of that tiny little apartment in SanAntone.""I know.""Little shit was sick the entire drive to fucking North Carolina, wasn't sure he'd ever get used tothe motion." He took another drink, swallowing hard."He sure remembered you, though, didn'the? Little butt going ninety to nothing, slobbering on your jungle boots.""Had fucking dog smell on those things for weeks." That made him laugh, made Grim snort andsnuffle, harrumphing at Blue, managing somehow to look offended."Dog hair in my beer and onmy sheets.Hell, it wouldn't be home anymore without it.Crazy old mutt."Rock reached past him, hand sliding along Grim's nose, scratching behind his ears."Gonna break my heart to lose him [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]