“No.” I shake my head and take another sip of my drink.
But again, he either doesn’t hear me, or he ignores me. He wraps his big, warm hand around my bicep and drags me off my stool. He should meet Juno; they’d get along swimmingly.
“As your personal trainer, I insist that you dance.”
BUTCH
“We’re not at the gym, you have no power over me.” Percy weakly tries to tug out of my grasp, looking longingly back at his barstool.
“A trainer’s job never ends, and I take my jobveryseriously.” After accidentally spilling his drink on him, the least I can do is to encourage him to keep moving so he doesn’t wake up with horrible muscle cramps in the morning.
“I’ll walk a couple of laps around the block before I go home,” he bargains.
I loosen my grip and turn back to face him right at the edge of the dance floor.
“You don’t know how to dance, do you?”
“I know how to dance.” Percy scoffs and crosses his arms. “I’m just… kind of dorky when I do.”
“Good news is, you don’t have to do it well to get the benefit from it.” I loop my arm around his slender waist and pull him closer, swinging my hips to the beat of the music.
His body relaxes and he sways half an inch closer to me, with a little crease between his eyebrows and his lip tucked between his teeth.
“Fine, but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” He throws his head back to gulp down the rest of his drink, then sets the empty glass on a nearby table littered with other empty glasses. He drags his fingers through his hair, looking just as determined as he did before he jumped on the treadmill, and steps into the crowd.
I’m right behind him, a giddy feeling making my stomach flutter. Getting to play coach and shake up Percy’s night is a hell of a lot more fun than I expected to have tonight. He finds a spot with a little bit of space and shoots me one more “I warned you” look before starting to move his shoulders stiffly to the music. He makes fists with his hands and kind of swings them side to side while shuffling his feet and looking around at the people dancing near him with a shy grimace, like he’s trying to apologize to all of them for being such an awkward dancer.
I swallow a laugh, and another feeling tugs at my gut. This one is warmer and a little needier. Percy needs a coach tonight more than I thought.
“Come here.” I reach for him, putting my hands on his hips, but I keep a few inches of space between us. I don’t want him to think I’m a creep just trying to cop a feel or something. “You have to relax a little. Don’t think so hard about every movement.” I guide his hips more fluidly from side to side until he relaxes and follows the motion himself.
“I told you,” he huffs, still holding his hands up like he’s either surrendering or just not sure what to do with them.
If I’m going to show him how to do this, I might as well do it all the way. I take his hands and guide them around my neck, then pull his body that last couple of inches closer to mine.
“Anyone can dance, just listen to the music and relax,” I say close to his ear, my nose filling with the slightly musky scent of his sweat and a sweeter smell underneath that.
I move my hips against his to show him and he leans into my body, following the beat stiffly at first, then loosening up little by little.
“I must have missed where dance classes were included in the personal training sessions. Does this count as freebie number two or is it still the first one since it’s the same day?” he asks with a laugh.
“Free add-on, don’t worry about it.” I press my fingers harder into his hips to keep them from wandering. Helping him loosen up is one thing, groping him would be another.
My cock throbs against the small of his back, and I pull my hips back a few inches, hoping he didn’t notice.
“You’re right, this is helping. Thanks, Coach.”
My heart beats a little harder.
“That’s what personal trainers are for.”
We dance to a few songs, our skin getting slicker with sweat and my cock finding its way to the small of his back again without my permission, until he pulls away and turns towards me with a flushed face and a nervous smile.
“Thanks again, Coach.” He clears his throat and tousles his hair nervously. “This is more physical activity than I’m used to doing in a month, and I’m kind of wiped out. I think I’m going to head home, take a hot shower, and pass the hell out for, like, ten hours.”
Disappointment sinks like a stone in my stomach, but it’s probably for the best. If we keep dancing, I might be tempted tooffer to walk him home or buy him another drink, and I’m sure that’s the last thing he wants.
“Cool, yeah. I’ll see you back at Sweat in a couple days for your next session?”
