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There’s a Guy that very few know of, just as there’s a Michael that very few know of.
Guy has a reputation for being grating and self-assured, Michael for his straight-forwardness and focus. Those perceptions were not unfounded. But neither were they the entirety of their character.
Was there anybody who might guess at Guy’s gentleness? Statistically, yes. But only very few. Was there anybody who might guess at the romantic tendencies within Michael’s heart? Again, yes. But those were only guesses. Very few knew. Very few had seen. The strongest eyewitness for Michael’s softness was already up in heaven, where she might speak, but no mortal would hear.
That left only each other.
Guy loved to put on something slow, and sway, reach his hand for Michael’s. Michael would offer his hand freely, letting the music take him. Guy would hold his hand gently, but his gaze was always intense as it worked its way over Michael’s body. Possessiveness, lust, fierce attraction, whatever it was exactly, it was adoration all the same.
Michael would smile, let his eyes shut, step in time with the music and turn on the song’s whims. He would still be able to feel Guy’s gaze on him, electric and tingling over his skin. He’d slowly grow closer, then Guy would hold him and they’d sway together.
Guy would bring Michael’s hand to his lips, press a kiss.
Michael’s eyes would finally flutter open, admiring the sight, and their eyes would meet again.
A little heaven on earth.
Michael had borne witness. He could testify to it. The kind of man that Guy was – beyond the obvious, beyond what most were allowed to see – the Guy who took it slow, the Guy who was indulgent, and above all else, a good lover – yes, Michael knew it well.
It was an equal trade: the most private parts of himself in exchange for the most private parts of Guy.
Guy’s gentleness in exchange for Michael’s well-hidden romantic heart.
Michael shut his eyes again and let Guy’s careful hold guide him.