Nonetheless, I am going to post this or else. As you'll recall from last week, Marshall and Lee and Roy are having a night out at Partners, and some blond himbo is coming on to Lee pretty strong. See what happens in this week's chapter. And don't forget to visit the other Briefers!
By the time Lee released him, Marshall’s breath was coming in
heavy gasps and his head was spinning—and the wannabe dance partner had
disappeared. Guess he could catch a clue. Marshall didn’t mind. There were
plenty more where he came from. Including the sexy man who’d just kissed him
stupid.
“Wanna dance, cowboy?” Lee asked in a sultry voice.
Marshall broke into a
wide grin. “Hot damn, you know it!”
“Then don’t you think you should get up? I don’t see that
dance floor moving up here anytime soon.”
Warmth spread through Marshall’s cheeks, and he heard Roy
snicker. But he didn’t mind. There wasn’t anything but love behind those words.
Love and a bit of fun.
He waited for Lee to rise before leaping to his feet.
Putting his hands on Marshall’s hips, Lee said, “C’mon, let’s show ‘em how it’s
done.” To Roy, he added, “If that pretty boy gets back with the drinks, can you
pick up the first round? I’ll catch the next.”
“You got it, Lee.”
“Then let’s go.” He swatted Marshall’s ass for good measure,
and they sashayed their way down onto the dance floor. They found themselves a
bit of space on the edge of the floor and began to dance, bumping hips in a
slow sensual grind to the rhythm that pulsed around them. They fit r like a hand in a glove, sliding
together naturally, like they’d just come off an episode of ‘So You Think You
Can Dance.’ Lee guided Marshall with expertise, and he knew how to lift and
spin Marshall, making it appear effortless.
Little by little the space around them grew as people
stopped to watch and admire. The two men
paid them no heed, focused on one another, until the music stopped, when Lee
bent Marshall over nearly backward and kissed him. They came upright to thunderous
applause. Marshall couldn’t help but notice a few people had their phones out.
Taking pictures, no doubt.
“You did good, boy,” Lee praised him, and Marshall warmed to
his words.
Just then the music changed, and the dancers re-arranged
themselves into lines. The boys engaged insomegood ole scooting and booting
before finally leaving the dance floor for the table. The drinks had arrived
while they were gone. They slid back into their places, dropped the shots into
the beers and drank.
“That server sure seemed disappointed you weren’t here,” Roy
teased. “Kept asking about you. Wanted to know if you were taken.”
“What did you tell him?” Marshall asked.
Roy shrugged. “Said if he wanted to know so bad, he should
ask Lee.”
Marshall kicked him underneath the table, and Roy laughed.
Lee leaned over and pinched Marshall’s cheek between thumb
and finger. “Aw, what’s the matter, sweetums, feelin’ a mite jealous?”
“No, of course not. I just thought he was trashy, that’s
all.”
That produced more guffaws from Lee and Roy.
“I’m not jealous!”
Marshall protested.
Lee clapped him on
the back and grinned. “Oh no, not much you aren’t!”
Blondie chose that moment to walk up to the table, producing
more hoots of laughter from Lee and Roy, and little enthusiasm from
Marshall.The server tossed his long hair back, away from his face, and batted
his eyes straight at Lee, ignoring Marshall’s presence entirely. So much so, he
stepped on Marshall’s foot in his eagerness to get to Lee.
“Goddammit, those are new boots!” Marshall spluttered. The server paid him no heed and leaned around
him, his attention all on Lee.
“Can I get you something else,
sugah?” There was no mistaking what the blond was offering. And it wasn’t
liquid refreshment. At least, nothing that came from the bar.
It took all of Marshall’s self-control not to lean his chair
back onto two legs and block the server’s way, but he didn’t do it.
“Yes, you can.” Lee’s voice was deceptively calm. Marshall
recognized the don’t-fuck-with-me undertones. He returned his chair to its
original position and kept quiet.
“What can I get you, handsome?”
“Some respect for my partner,” Lee replied. “And an apology
for stepping on his foot.” Lee slid an arm about Marshall’s shoulders, his
message clear.
Marshall felt his heart expand a hundredfold, and he reveled
in the security and love that was Lee.
He looked up at Blondie, who’d thrust out his lower lip into a pout,
undoubtedly hoping to gain sympathy from Lee. Marshall could have told him he
was barking up the wrong tree there.
Lee cleared his throat with purpose. Blondie backed up a
pace.
“I... I’m sorry,” he muttered in a voice that barely carried
over the music. Marshall glanced at Lee, who nodded.
“Apology accepted. And can we have another round of the
same, please?” Marshall said.
“Yes, sir. Right away.” Marshall thought if Blondie were
wearing a skirt, he would’ve curtsied. Instead he simply turned and shuffled
toward the bar, a whole lot less sass in his step, and a whole lot more contrite.
“You see? Anyone can be trained, if you know how to do it
right.” Lee reached for his beer with his free hand, a twinkle in his eye as he
observed Marshall over the rim of the glass.
“Is that so? I’m guessing you mean me?” Marshall couldn’t
help but stare into Lee’s dark blue eyes. He tried not to smile, but he wasn’t
that good at dissembling, tending to wear his heart on his sleeve. When it came
to Lee, anyway.
“Well, he sure doesn’t mean me.” Roy snorted.
They all laughed at that, and any lingering tension
dissipated. The chastened server returned with their drinks, and a sunnier
disposition.
“You know what, I think I see a pretty little filly that
needs some attention. I’ll catch up with you.” Roy rose, took his beer and
disappeared into the crowd, leaving Lee and Marshall alone.
“Hey, Lee, long time no see!”
Another country heard from. Lee turned toward the newcomer.
to be continued
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