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#noangstnov Day 25: Dance #ouizzy
Ed drags Izzy out to a gay bar and they meet some interesting guys.

The bar was loud and busy, and Izzy felt small and old in the sea of bodies. Ed had dragged him out, claiming he needed to hang around people other than him for awhile. Izzy disagreed, Ed was plenty for him, but he let Ed have his way. Again.

Ed steered them to a dark corner booth and ran off to get them drinks. Izzy watched him as he flirted with the bartender and the blonde next to him and the tall guy next to him. Izzy wondered if Ed would want to bring someone home with him.

Would he want Izzy to find someone, too. Or would he find someone to share? The options were all equally likely, and Izzy would probably agree to any of them. Ed was always right. He was especially good at telling what Izzy wanted. Or Izzy just liked to be told what he wanted.

Either way, Ed would be right and it would be a good time. When Ed turned back to face him with a rum and coke in one hand and a fruity monstrosity in the other, the blonde and the tall guy followed him.

"This is my friend, Izzy. Iz this is Stede," he pointed to the blonde, "and Frenchie," the tall guy. Izzy nodded a hello and took a sip of his drink.
"Lovely to meet you, both. Glad to see there's some blokes my age around here."

Stede said it as he sat across from Izzy. Ed slid in next to him, leaving Frenchie to sit next to Iz. Ed had made his choice it seemed.
"None of you are old, Cap, and some guys prefer someone more...mature, anyway." Frenchie responded with a wink.

Izzy had to stifle a laugh as Stede turned red.
"Are you two together?" Ed asked and both shook their heads quickly.
"I work for Stede."
"And Frenchie kindly offered to take me to my first gay club....I'm very recently out."

He said it sheepishly but Ed clapped him on the shoulder and gave a hearty "Congratulations, mate!"
"Thank you" Stede said with a small satisfied smile.
They were practically making heart eyes at each other, Izzy and Frenchie fully forgotten.

Izzy felt a nudge and looked at Frenchie.
"Want to dance with me?" He asked with a smirk.
He was handsome. Izzy wanted to say yes.
"I think you're free of your boss-sitting duties. You can go find someone prettier to dance with."

Frenchie frowned and Izzy hated that he'd caused it.
"I don't like pretty boys. I like beardy assholes.",
He'd leaned in to say it in Izzy's ear. He felt the puff of breath from Frenchie's mouth. Izzy turned back to face him and their faces were inches away.

"Okay, yes. Let's dance."
Frenchie's smile came back and he grabbed Izzy's hand and pulled him from the booth. The dance floor was flooded and hot. He hates how many people touched his as Frenchie pulled him through and found a spot that was relatively empty.

Frenchie somehow knew what Izzy needed. He placed them so Frenchie was in the corner and Frenchie's body was separating him from the crowd. And then Frenchie pulled Izzy in close to his body. He felt small next to him, but now it was in the good way.

They danced slow, slower than the music. Frenchie kept him close his hands on Izzy's waist then his back, his neck, his ass. They were good hands, large but nimble, fast. Frenchie moved one of his legs up between Izzy's and he started grinding onto it before he realized it.

It was louder on the floor, and to hear each other they had to lean in close and speak directly into the other's ear.
"You're a good dancer, Babe." Frenchie's lips on his ear felt good. The hand that slid under his shirt even better.

"No I'm really not." Izzy said into his with a self-deprecating laugh.
Frenchie pulled him tighter and Izzy could feel he was at least half hard.
"I like how you dance." He said it with a kiss to Izzy's neck.
"I think I like you, Izzy. Can I take you home?"

Izzy leaned back a bit, needing to see his face. His expression was open, hopeful, excited. A lot of things Izzy never was, but that seemed so attractive in others.
"Yeah, yes. Take me to your place."
Frenchie kissed him and then they were pushing back through the dancing bodies.

At the booth, Ed and Stede were making out like teenagers and Izzy really didn't want to butt in.
Reading his mind again, Frenchie said, "let's just text them."
And Frenchie was pulling him to the door and out into the chill November air.

"Don't worry, Babe, I live nearby and I'll get you nice and warm soon." Another wink and a confident smile that Izzy was weak to.

-End-

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