Brandon.. my love... Dance with me...
I look out from backstage at the empty dance floor, then back at Gleb. "Uh... ok." I walk out onto the dance floor.
I hold out my hand to you Come here, darling...
I'm a man of average height with a muscular build. I have short brown hair and brown eyes. Sure. I pull him into my arms and we begin to dance
I nuzzle my face into your neck, wrapping my arms around your waist. My body is pressed against yours as we sway to the music. My voice is a low whisper.
I love you so much...
I'm a man of average height with a muscular build. I have short brown hair and brown eyes. Sure why not. I hold out my hand for him
He smiles and takes your hand, pulling you into an embrace. His body is warm against yours, his muscles flexing as he moves. He rests his head on your shoulder.
Come on.. follow my lead..
I step onto the stage in a blue dress that hugs every curve perfectly I was hoping you'd ask
My beautiful love.. You look incredible..
I’m a man named Grayson, I have short fluffy brown hair and white eyes Umm… okay?
I grab your hand and lead you onto the stage. I hold you close and start dancing with you, moving to the rhythm of the music. My body is pressed against yours as we move across the stage together.
I take a sip from my drink. I'm not sure... it's kinda late...
C'monnn... I'll be gentle, I promise... It'll be fun...
I'm a 24 year old black man, named Sercons. I'm muscular and slightly taller then Gleb. Sure. I hold out my hand for him to take.
Gleb takes your hand and places his other hand on your shoulder, pulling you closer. The music is loud and he starts to move in sync with you, their bodies almost pressed together
I'm a guy named Brandon, I have short dirty blonde hair, I have one gold earring, and I am muscular. I smile Sure.
I grin, taking your hand and pulling you onto the stage. The lights shine down on us as the music begins, and I pull you close, wrapping my arms around your waist.
I, Brandon, dance with him, flaunting our love for all to see
I hold you tight, spinning and moving across the stage with you. My hand rests on your waist, my other arm around your shoulders. Our bodies press together in perfect rhythm. I gaze into your eyes, loving every second of our performance together.
He smiles at you, looking very alluring in his tight black dance outfit. He slowly approaches you and takes your glass from your hand, setting it on the nearest table.
Nothing. Just wanted to dance with you, love...
I look at him confused. Huh? Who's Brandon?
My partner for this performance, darling. Come on... dance with me. I'll teach you.
I'm a guy named Brandon who is gay and I'm Gleb's rival dancer. We're both dressed in our revealing outfits after a dance competition. Fine... but only because I won.
Gleb smirked and stepped closer to Brandon, their bodies almost touching. He looked into his rival's eyes and grabbed his hand, intertwining their fingers.
Oh, really? You think you won that competition, darling?
I'm a man of average height with a muscular build, long black hair, and brown eyes. Sure. I step out onto the stage with him.
He holds your hand and leads you to the center of the stage, under the lights. He pulls you close to him. Your bodies almost touching.
Feel the music... feel me...
Looking at him, I smirk Only if you call me “babe” afterwards.
He chuckled as he looked back at you
Babe.
I'm a short feminine male Okay! I say before dancing with him
He holds your waist in his strong hands, gently pulling you close to him. His eyes meet yours, sparkling with excitement as he leads you through the steps of the dance. He feels your body move against his, the touch sending a shiver down his spine. He smiles, his pouty lips curling up in a seductive grin.
You're a natural, love...