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Jamil needs to see Azul now. He has no idea what excuse he’s gonna make showing up at Mostro Lounge during closing hours but he’ll think of something on his way there. He has never felt this desperate to see someone so he decides to act on it. He gets there as quickly as he can.
“We’re closing.” Jade says, turning around. “Oh? Hey Jamil. What brings you here?” Jade asks, with his signature smirk plastered on his face.
“I have some business with Azul. Where is he?” Jamil says, without missing a single second to speak.
“In his office, over there. He’s a little busy, but I’m sure he can make some time for you.” Jamil ignores the snarky remark dripping with venom.
“Thank you.” He says, sliding away from Jade, quickly making his way to the door.
Jamil knocks on the door. Anxiety quickly washing over him thinking he’s made a mistake, but he swallows it down and ignores it.
“Jade, is that you? I’ll be out in a minute, I have stuff to finish up.” Azul calls out from the other side of the door.
“It’s Jamil.”
There’s no response. All Jamil can hear is some shuffling behind the door.
“I’ll come another time if this is a bad time for you.” He quickly adds. This time, he sees the door handle moving before he can turn around.
“No. It’s alright. Can I help you with anything?” Jamil is greeted with a smile and a hand gesture that gently invites him in. Azul’s hair looks a little messy.
Jamil laughs to himself. So that’s what he was doing.
“Well, I needed to practice dancing and Kalim is somehow already asleep so I thought I could use the Mostro Lounge?”
This was bullshit. He could perfectly practice wherever he wanted.
“Of course. But couldn’t you do that in your dorms? It’s a big place.”
Right.
“I could. But there are people around everywhere and I don’t want anyone seeing, or interrupting them from anything.”
‘You can watch though.’ He thinks.
“I understand. You can use the Lounge since it’s empty and closed now.” Azul says, smirking, and adds “On one condition.”
“It wouldn’t be the same with you otherwise. What’s the condition?”
“I get to watch.” Just as if he pierced through Jamil’s thoughts and read them.
Jamil inspects Azul’s face. Trying to see if there’s a catch to what he just suggested. Then the thoughts derailed. He can see strands of hair out of place, his mole looking gorgeous as ever, the way his hand slides to fix his glasses, the way Azul’s eyes stare right back at his.
“Well?” Azul asks, tilting his head a little.
“Is that all?” Jamil asks, ever so curious. “What benefit would that have?”
“I just want to watch. That’s all.”
It is true. Azul just wants to watch. He wants to have every second with Jamil, so if he has the chance to spend more time with him, he will take it.
They’re both anxious, but of course, both of them are determined not to show it.
“That’s a weird condition. But you can watch.” Jamil didn’t think this much ahead, he thought he’d just have a small talk with Azul, satisfy his basic needs and go back to the dorms. This is better.
Jade overhears and slips away like there’s ice underneath, dragging Floyd along with him, who wanted to protest, but his brother didn’t let him.
Jamil finds a place with the biggest empty space and starts dancing. There’s no music, just Jamil counting quietly, his feet tapping. Azul is leaning against the wall. Inspecting every move, not wanting to blink, afraid he’ll miss something. The way Jamil moves his hands, his hair swaying is bewitching. Passing glances makes his heart flutter, everytime he catches his eyes, Jamil is smirking.
“Azul.” Jamil stands in front of him, extending his hand to Azul. “Come on. I can’t have you just watch.”
“No, Jamil. You know I’m horrible at this. No way.”
“It’s just us. You don’t have to worry about that. I’ll lead.” His hand unmoving, eyes unwavering.
“I thought you were here to practice on your own?” But Jamil doesn’t respond, he doesn’t move. The passing silence is deafening. Azul finally takes his hand and he feels the heat rising from his fingertips. Jamil smiles the second Azul takes his hand and the latter feels his heart grow in size, beating in his throat.
“Relax, I don’t bite.” The truth is, Jamil is just as nervous, but they both would rather have earth crumbling underneath their feet than admit that.
Little do they know, their gentle touches admit enough. The touches Jamil uses to correct Azul’s movements. His hands, his waist. Azul feels dizzy just because of Jamil’s fingertips brushing against his skin. Jamil tells him to try to dance alone with what he just learned and Azul feels shy. He doesn’t want Jamil to judge him, to see him as someone less or embarrassing. He hesitates, anxiety washing over him, tense all over when Jamil notices and puts his hand over Azul’s.
“You need to stop worrying so much, just have fun. You don’t have to be great at everything.” Last sentence catches Azul off guard, but Jamil’s reassuring gaze makes his shoulders relax, realizing he was gripping Jamil’s hand.
“Sorry.”
Jamil just smiles faintly. Azul goes along with what he said and finally does what the other asked him to do. He still feels embarrassed, a little tense, like he’s a little kid. He feels like he’s shrinking in size, worried that Jamil will make fun of him, but that moment never comes. He finally dares to look at Jamil’s face after all that and all he sees is his eyes lost in Azul’s. Jamil is staring at him so intensely, as if he’s a predator hunting for his prey. Azul is out of breath, his heart threatening to break his rib cage. Jamil is slowly approaching him, but Azul doesn’t realize that until Jamil is way too close. He doesn’t know what’s happening.
“I know another move, do you want me to show you?” Jamil says, whispering. There’s something in the way he sounds, like it’s laced with desperation and hunger.
“I don’t think I can dance anymore, Jamil, I’m too tired.”
“It doesn’t require you to make any movements. Well, not with your body at least.”
“But that’s a contradiction.”
“I can prove I’m right.”
Azul can’t really tell what Jamil is up to, but his eyes are shimmering with power and yearning, as if he’s dying to show Azul something.
Azul just nods. As soon as Jamil gets his approval, he presses his lips against the other’s drawing a gasp out of him. Azul’s head feels on fire, like he’s gonna melt any given second.
Jamil is desperate, he doesn’t break the kiss. He places his hands behind Azul’s neck, pressing him closer. He feels him relax under his touch, finally giving in and responding back. Azul feels a little awkward, but Jamil isn’t any better. Just a few seconds later they break the kiss, both red and overheating, their faces just an inch away.
“Hm. I didn’t quite understand how to do that one. Do you mind showing me again?” Azul asks quietly and awkwardly, not managing to look Jamil in the eyes.
Jamil doesn’t respond, he just chuckles slightly and goes in to kiss Azul again. They keep kissing and kissing like they are the only ones in this whole world, like nothing else matters in the universe.
Well, they’ll have to figure out the details later, right now, tonight, they’re just lost in each other.