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Maybe Stacy’s party wasn’t a waste of time after all, Mike thought. He couldn’t seem to look away from Will. The way that he moved. Will was shaking his ass. He was throwing it back to 365. And not just throwing it back, he was throwing it back right on Carlton, of all people.
Mike hated Carlton’s mug tonight; his drag honestly fell off. You could say he was looking DISGUSTING on the #GRAMMYS red carpet, in the way that he looked disgusting, and he kinda maybe looked like Mike. But not normal Mike, it was like looking through a fun house mirror, hold the fun.
He locked in on Will's ass and started fuming with jealousy that Carlt-unc was there. That was his drag name, of course, which Mike thinks is really dumb; he could definitely come up with a better one. “Mike the Brave” was more original, and he came up with that at 11 years old.
Suddenly, я сошла с ума started playing, and Carlton freaked it. He had to admit, Carlt-unc had moves. Mike was always too awkward, “built like sombr,” the streets said. Insecure voices in Mike's head deterred him from entering the crowd of trade. He nursed his Miller Lite like he was playing bean boozled, he had only gotten it cuz he saw his lame ahh dad drinking it once. He didn’t enjoy it; he knew he wouldn’t, but he never had the courage to venture from the usual.
Mike was not an adventurous person; he mostly just stood there looking crusty. Fuck it, he had had enough of this freaking crap.
Maybe the Miller Lite in his hand was representative of his relationship with Will; he always expected it to be different this time around, but he never enacted the change himself. This level of self-awareness was entirely new to Mike; suddenly, he found himself rid of his internalized homophobia. His body started moving by itself, duckwalking towards Will as 12 to 12 started playing.
He threw his petite form between the couple, so that he was now the receiver of Will’s gyrations. Unaware, Will followed Mike's lead, thinking Carlt-unc was behind him. Turns out Carlt-unc was so out of it that he was still behind Mike, not noticing the twink shaking it to sombr’s whiny little voice. Either Will didn’t realize the difference between the two, or he didn’t care—Mike didn’t want to give it too much thought.
Why did Mike care so much about where Will's gyrations were pointed? He can shake it however he wants to. It’s a free country.
His thoughts were violently interrupted by a shrill, grating voice.
“GET OUT OF MY WAY.” Mike whips his head around to see SOMBR HIMSELF scrunching his face. “WILL IS MINE!”
To his own disgust, Mike found himself and Carlton making a similar expression caught between anger and confusion. 1D’s Steal My Girl cuts in, and Will abruptly stops shaking and quaking.
“Mike, what are you doing here?” He asked, just noticing his presence.
“I see your ass-shaking has improved,” said sombr.
“Uh, has sombr seen you shake ass before??” Mike squeaked out.
Carlton continued dancing in his own personal pseudo cuck chair, blissfully unaware of the situation at hand.
“Of course, Mike, who else would give me ass-shaking lessons?” sombr demonstrates his art, the sound of bones clacking filling the room as Happy Birthday starts playing on the speakers.
Unfortunately, the copyright of the song was called into question almost immediately, so the DJ had to change the channel to the one that plays explicitly homoerotic country music to avoid a devastating lawsuit.
sombr unflinchingly tosses it back to the changing tune, adjusts the beat of his bones clacking together as a dance circle forms around him, people drawn in like moths. He really was good at it, no wonder Will asked him for advice.
“I just—I guess I’m just used to being the one you learn suggestive dance moves from. It’s like I don’t even know you anymore.” Mike disgustingly disapproved of Will’s secretive sombr lessons, his lack of aesthetic sensibility was aparent.
“Every time I try to hang out with you, you pretend that your leg is broken as some kind of shitty excuse, what else was I supposed to do?”
“Watch a Swayze movie, read a book, idk. Just not,” he gestured to sombr’s skeletal form, “him.”
Will started laughing hysterically at the similarities in both Mike and sombr’s bonely appearance, the only difference being their skill in booty shakin’.
“Too bad, babes, we’re gonna shake ass without you.”
Mike stood horrified, wishing he could join in on the gleeful gyrating, but alas, his lack of skill and ass came to bite Mike in the—