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“Come on, Jim. Dance with me,” Freddie said, extending his hand to his husband who sat on the sofa. Jim looked at Freddie through the glasses perched on his nose, smiling as he saw the wide grin on his husband’s face, the wrinkles around his mouth, and the warmth in his eyes.
“But love, what will we dance to? There’s no song playing,” Jim said, putting the book he was reading on the side table.
“Oh, we’ll think of something. Now come on, don’t keep your husband waiting!” Freddie said, flexing the fingers of his outstretched hand.
Jim shook his head with a fond smile on his face, and stood up. It took him a while—his knees were not as strong and dependable as they used to be. He grabbed Freddie’s left hand, and took a moment to look at the ring shining on Freddie’s finger. Even after all these years, the fact that Freddie was here, Freddie was his, gave his heart a jolt. He truly got so lucky.
Jim wound his arms around Freddie’s waist and rested them on his bum, earning a gasp from Freddie. “You dog! Here I am, wanting a sweet, innocent dance with my man, but you can’t stop being horny!” Even as he said it, Freddie didn’t stop smiling, and rested his own hands on Jim’s shoulders.
“Hmm, that’s your fault, darling. It’s the effect you have on me,” Jim said, and kissed Freddie on his lips.
“Even after all this time?” Freddie asked after they parted.
“Always, dear,” Jim replied, and moved to rest his forehead against Freddie.
The clink when their glasses collided made them lean back. “God, I hate these fuckers,” Freddie pouted.
“But you have to wear them anyway, love,” Jim chuckles. “Weren’t we going to dance?” Jim said, changing the subject before Freddie could start another tirade about why wearing glasses was beneath him.
“Hmm, now look who is eager to dance,” Freddie said, swaying his hips slightly, prompting Jim to do the same.
“We still don’t have a song, Freddie.”
“Patience, darling. You shall have the song very soon,” Freddie replied, resting his head on Jim’s shoulder.
“Hmm,” Jim said, closing his eyes and drawing Freddie closer.
Suddenly, he felt a vibration, and started to lean back, but Freddie’s arms kept him in place. It took Jim a moment to realise that the vibration was actually the sound of Freddie humming a tune. It was the song that they were dancing to.
Jim sighed and pressed a kiss to Freddie’s shoulder as he lost himself in his husband’s arms and the melody of The Man I Love.
There was no place on earth where he’d rather be.