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John pulled at his tie, feeling like he was suffocating already.
“Stop fussing,” Francis’s voice crooned. He stepped forward as he finished buttoning his shirt, reaching to fix the knot John had just ruined. “You look good.”
John sighed. “I can’t believe you let me get roped into this.” Well, he could believe it, considering the fact that he was finding even Francis’s hands attractive in that moment, skillfully tying silk as if it was second nature.
“Aren’t you flattered to be arm candy for a night?”
“I’m always your arm candy,” John pointed out, “Have you seen the tabloids? I’ve got a pretty face.”
Francis hummed, then leaned forward to plant a kiss on John’s lips. It was unfortunate that the man was so good at making him want to melt. Now that they were more than a year into the relationship, he should really be immune to Francis’s charms, but he had no such luck.
His boyfriend pulled away just enough so that he could see John’s face. His mouth turned up into a charming smile. “You are incredibly handsome. That’s why we make such a good pair.”
John scoffed, pushing Francis back gently. “Self-absorbed asshole,” he said, trying to hide his blush.
Francis didn’t argue withe the statement, instead laughing in that golden tone of his. John loved that sound and he focused on it as he combed his fingers through his hair in the mirror.
The sound of a speaker crackling to life startled him a little. He tried to find Francis in the reflection, but in the end he had to turn to pinpoint the man clicking the remote through songs. “What are you doing?”
“I just thought we should get a little practice in before we went to the event,” Francis said.
“Practice for what?” John leaned on the vanity, giving Francis a suspicious look.
“Dancing of course.”
The humor drained out of John’s eyes. “You didn’t tell me there’d be dancing.”
“Only a little, darling,” Francis said, settling not on the sensible option of some classical music, but on an 80s pop song.
“I never agreed to dance.”
“Oh?” Francis stepped up in front of John again, cornering him. “Sorry for failing to mention it.”
“You did it on purpose.”
Unfortunately, Francis didn’t take the time to deny it. Instead he placed a hand on John’s waist and gently led him to an obstacle-free spot in the room. John thought about fighting him, but of course he found himself addicted to Francis’s touch. John let him place his hands in just the right spot and boss him around as he talked through following his feet.
Dancing was surprisingly easy and John found himself relaxing quickly into the rhythm of it all. He liked being so in tune with Francis’s movements, feeling the way his body moved beneath his hands.
“You keep letting your eyes wander,” Francis said.
“That’s your fault,” John replied without missing a beat.
Francis laughed again, stopping to place a finger on John’s chin. He brought their lips together for the second time that night and John was getting increasingly frustrated that it was going to have to stop at that for now.
“We should get going,” John said, struggling to keep the breathlessness out of his voice.
“I’m not so sure I want to go after all.”
John scowled. “What‽ After I go through all this effort to get in these uncomfortable clothes and learned how to dance—“
Francis cut him off with another kiss. John made the mistake of leaning into it for just a moment before he realized just how he was being duped.
“You can’t just keep kissing me and expect me to—“
He was cut off again, and dammit, Francis knew he was going to get away with it. John couldn’t resist him any longer. He just moved to make the kiss deeper, savoring the feeling of Francis’s body pushed against his own. Eventually he’d be able to make use of the newly acquired dance-skills, but right now he was more than content to just stay in Francis’s arms.