Gesture - Greg and Lucas 2
#2 of Gesture
Author's Note: Okay, so this was terribly overdue. I'm very sorry. But I got to a point where I didn't know how to keep going. I try to create a sort of general storyboard, you know, what I want to happen in what order. I just suck at transition.
It's probably clearly evident.
ALSO! I always post my work without any sort of beta reading, or checking over. So if you spot any errors, feel free to point something out.
And remember kiddies, comments keep the ferret warm at night. They work almost as good as snuggles :3.
He didn't know why he came back at all. He had no ties to this place. No outstanding tabs owed. The music was above par, and there wasn't any reason for him to be here again.
Yet, here he was, staring up at the sign that read gesture. He just walked past the door, about to walk to the end of the line that had formed, when a huge arm stopped him. He turned, as if ready to confront someone, but found himself staring into a black shirt. He looked up, staring at the hulking mass of a rhino before him, and gulped.
"You that Greg kid?" The rhino asked. He was known? He just nodded, a lump in his throat stopping him from saying anything. "Go on in. You're late. VIP tonight." He said. The rhino smiled down at him, warmly, and just stepped aside.
VIP? He'd never gotten that before. Who the hell could pull that for him? He just nodded again, stepping past the rhino and he walked into the club.
"Your little boy toy hasn't shown up yet, huh?" The bartender asked, wiping out a glass. He was dressed in usual attire, a long-sleeved, plain white polo, with a black vest and black pants, and a black apron. He had been talking to a particular white tiger, who had been slumped over the bar. "Man, I can tell with guys like that, he ain't worth it. You've been waiting an hour and a half. Just go out there and have fun already, Lu. He isn't--" The ferret stopped, and just stared as someone came through the hallway.
"Come again?" The new entrant said. He was in a sleeveless, gray top-- the design on the front looking like some sort of tribal painting of vines and leaves, and he had on a pair of light blue jeans. His hair was lightly spiked and teased, his face cleanly shaved, and from what the ferret could smell from over where he was, the human had some cologne of some sort.
"Eh..." The mustelid replied, lightly flustered. "Listen, man, no hard feelins. Drinks on me, alright? I jus..." He started, looking over at the tiger, who seemed to be in complete awe at the human's look. "I'm worried about my friends, is all." The ferret just nodded, and got an empty glass. "Sorry, mate. 'S my fault."
"That's alright. And unless you can get me something to wake up my friend here, then I'll just put that drink tab on hold, hm?" The human asked, striding over. The tiger just gulped, sitting on the stool in a light blue polo that was easily a size too small, and a pair of black jeans. Greg just grinned almost devilishly, and sat down on the cfeline's leg, nuzzling up to him. "Sorry I'm late. I had to hold class back for a little because competitions are coming up... I would have called but you never gave me your number."
"S-S-sorry." Lucas replied, getting a good whiff of the cologne. A quiet, low purr rumbled in his throat, and he blushed visibly through his fur. "U-Um... y'look nice..." The tiger added, reaching up and scratching at the back of his neck. He looked down at Greg who seemed to be in a much better mood. Why was he so riled up? He wasn't hurt that Greg was late, nor was he sad in any way--
He just looked damn hot tonight. And maybe he wouldn't have been some people's cup of tea, so to speak, but he had to resist the urge to guzzle him down right now. The best he could do was undress him with his eyes-- Oh god.
"Should we get out there and work out some of this energy before more things start poking at me?" Greg asked, tilting his head. He looked down, and the tiger just shifted uneasily, before he nodded, and downed the rest of his drink. He got up, and with a final look at the ferret (who just smiled back cheekily, obviously having heard and seen everything), he turned to the dance floor.
He started to pull the human out into the fray of bodies, quickly, and started to dance lightly. "What's wrong? Lucas, I'm sorry that I wasn't here on time..." The human added.
"I-It's not that..." The tiger replied, moving a little awkwardly. This really wasn't like him. He couldn't even focus on dancing. He scratched the back of his head, before the smaller male took the arm and wrapped it around his waist, and danced in close. The tiger bit back a purr, and he just shook his head. "... I'm sorry for being an idiot the other day." The tiger mumbled, resting his muzzle on the human's shoulder.
"... It's fine." Greg replied, leaning over and nudging the tiger's face with his cheek. "I mean... it's been too long since I've just wound down, and looked at people not as attacking me, or being aggressive. I still mean what I said about not being a one-time dance, though." He began to reach back, running his hands down the polo that hugged the tiger's sides. He took a grip on those awkwardly jerking hips, and just tried to smooth out the motions.
"... I'm still sorry. I know. I respect you for not being like that." The tiger said, as he started to loosen up. "... You know, everyone here has treated me like that one-time dancer. I kind of crave the permanent thing. But... I just don't know how good I can be... it's what I'm used to." His tail wrapped around the human's arm, and he just shrugged, draping his other arm over the sapien's shoulder.
Greg let out a little laugh, which elicited a sort of nervous growl from the feline. "I'm sorry, I didn't--" He started, shaking his head. He turned around in the embrace, and stared up at the tiger. "I... I just don't know. What do you see from me? You wouldn't have approached me if you didn't think I would treat you the same. But the moment that I proved you wrong, what happened?" He looked up in earnest at the tiger, who had stopped dancing at that moment.
"I don't know. I thought I saw a chance I wanted to take. I'm not the kind to let things fly out of the window if I can catch them. I've got big paws." He said, with a chuckle. He unwrapped his arms from around the human, and he held them up. Greg responded in kind, twining his tiny-by-comparison fingers around those of the tiger's, locking their hands. They kind of still awkwardly like that for a while, just staring at each other. Before Lucas knew it, the song had changed into something else.
"... You know what they say about big paws." Greg joked. Lucas raised an eyebrow. "Sorry. I'm kind of bad with awkward silences. But... I'm willing to give you a chance to prove yourself, if you want it." He said. The two of them were standing there, just standing amidst all the bodies-- like how Lucas had found him the other day. The tiger just smiled now, nodding his head as he leaned down, and kissed the human.
It was light, and it meant nothing more than a bit of thanks, but the brunette still hesitated for a second. The tiger pulled away, sensing that Greg was holding back, before light pink arms wrapped around black striped, white fur, and lips met again, this time a little more forceful. As if to say you're welcome.
Greg pulled away, but left his arms around the tiger's neck; which was a little awkward to say the least considering the height difference. Lucas just grinned, his tail swishing once before it wrapped around the human's waist.
"So what now?" The tiger asked. He didn't really know what to do, as the song started to change into something more modern hip-hop style. Greg just grinned, and pushed away.
"We're in a club. What else is left to do, but dance? C'mon big-boy, impress me enough and I'll treat ya really nicely." The human said, starting to enter a routine that he knew to this song. The feline grinned, as he started to improvise something in return, and soon the two of them were the centre of attention yet again.
"They're cute together." The fennec said, stepping out of the door by the bar. The ferret just looked over at the dance floor, seeing a bunch of people crowd up around the two dancers.
"Yeah, I s'pose." The mustelid replied. The fenner just grinned, and adjusted his coat, before leaving without another word. He seemed to able to avoid anything he wanted-- as soon as he had left, the two dancers had come up to the bar, panting and sweaty. "Can I get you two something? Or should I get the stretchers?" He asked, with a lewd grin.
"Water." Greg mumbled, as the tiger just took a seat beside him. He leaned into the white fur, hearing a purr rise up Lucas' chest, as he snuggled into it. The ferret just grinned, and set two bottles of water on the counter, as the human slipped him a fiver as payment. "And keep the change, sexy." He said, with a chuckle.
There came a sort of growl from the feline, and the bartender just raised his paws. "Hey, he said it, not me!" The mustelid shot over, just chuckling and shaking his head. The tiger turned the human's head so that they looked at each other.
"You're supposed to keep your eyes on me." The feline said, a little angrily. The human perked an eyebrow, confused for a second-- before he realized that was a jealous anger talking. He grinned, and just leaned up a little, giving the feline a soft kiss on his muzzle, before he just reached out for his bottle of water and started to drink. That had turned the growling into a soft mewl, and that made the human laugh even more.
"So what now?" Greg asked. He looked at his watch-- noticing that the time had, well, gone nowhere. The time spent on the dance floor smoothening things out had felt like it went by so slowly, but whenever he was dancing it whizzed by like nothing. Even moreso if he was dancing with a partner that he enjoyed.
"Well, why don't you two go watch a late movie? The last ones should be starting soon. Pick up from there." The bartender said handing out drinks to a couple of twin felines, winking at them. They giggled, and the tiger just rolled his eyes, but seriously considered the option.
"You up for one?" He asked Greg, who looked up. He shrugged, and sat up on his own, idly rolling the bottle of water around.
"I don't have a car." He replied, which earned him a nuzzle from the feline. He looked at him confused, and simply gave him a blank stare.
"Good. Neither do I. We can walk together." Lucas replied, with a chuckle. The brunette smiled back, and gave a soft nod, before he stood on the stool. The two of them waved at the ferret bartender, who waved back before being assaulted by people for drinks, and his number-- the first he was glad to give, the second not so much.
"Hhh... it's cold." Greg said, as they stepped out of the club. It probably didn't help that the sweat was making it feel like it was even colder now, and he shivered. After all, all he had was the sleeveless shirt-- the evening had been warm, but in the late hours, the city was known to be a sort of giant fridge. He let out a small yelp as something heavy fell on his shoulders, and he looked over at the tiger, who was smiling at him.
"Just take my coat. I'll be fine. I'm bulkier than you are-- that and the fur keeps me warm enough." Lucas said, draping a leather jacket over the human. The brunette blushed, and just smiled a silent thanks, putting his arm through the sleeves that were far too large or long for him, the coat halfway down his legs to his knees. It even smelled like the tiger too-- like how he smelled while they danced-- He shook his head, and chuckled; mentally thankful that the coat was baggy enough to hide how he was reacting to those thoughts.
"You sure?" Greg asked, after they'd made it partway down the street. "The theatre's pretty far and it is cold..." He mumbled. He could even see his breath as he walked. The tiger looked around for a second, and just nodded, before draping an arm over him, to pull him close.
"Here, how about this. You get yourself warm, and I'll share your heat, m'kay?" The tiger asked, leaning down to nuzzle him. Greg blushed, and just rubbed his cheek back against the furry face, the soft bristles tickling his skin.
He never really cared to notice how much bigger Lucas was than him-- when they danced, they moved so often and changed stances it was hard to tell. But he was... well, as he had put it, bulky. And a head taller than him-- the spikes on his head barely stood up enough to pass the feline's chin. And the coat felt like a heavy leather blanket-- his body was toned, but not thick. Dancing defined his body, not built it up. That, and the way Lucas moved him around to easily only showed that all that mass wasn't for show...
"Sounds like a plan." Greg mumbled, with a grin. And something inside him hoped that this wasn't the only place that they'd be sharing heat tonight.