Dexter and Miguel have a late night talk. Miguel learns that Dexter doesn't know how to dance, so he teaches him. He claims that he must be able to dance at his wedding. Dexter takes him up on the offer, but he never meant anything to end up on his bed.
I had become increasingly close to Miguel and I had started seeing him in a new light. He was funny, handsome, and we shared something intimate together. When he offered to teach me how to dance for my wedding [even though I knew how to dance, fairly well actually] I accepted right away. I told Rita about my plans and she was happy I was contributing to the wedding. All was good, Miguel had even found a place to teach me. It was an empty 24' foot by 24' foot studio like place.
He had brought along music and he looked excited. "Alright Dexter, come here." Miguel said as he taught me where to place my arms. I knew how to do it, but it was too cute to see Miguel in teacher mode. I'd pretend to do the wrong step and occasionally stumble. Miguel was oddly patient with me as he continued to try to get me to do it right. After an hour had gone by and I hadn't improved any Miguel finally caught on. "Dexter, it's like you are bad on purpose." I couldn't help grinning guiltily as the realization hit him.
He punched me lightly in the shoulder "You little shit! You ARE doing this on purpose." By then I was laughing so hard tears were coming out. He was smiling at me and shaking his head "I take you, you didn't even need lessons?" The music was still playing so I grabbed his hand and began dancing in the way he was originally trying to get me to dance. "I can't believe this!" Miguel said as he laughed. He spun me out and then pulled me into his arms. "So how come you pretended to not know?" He now had my back against his chest as we swayed from side to side. "For a moment like this" I say in a whisper.
He starts kissing my neck from behind and his hand is trailing up my shirt lightly bringing shivers that shoot all over my skin. He moans in my ear to tease me more and it turns me on. His lips are still on my neck kissing me lightly so as not to leave a mark. I don't stop him when he slides a hand down my pants and begins jacking me off. I get close and call out his name just before I release. It leaves my underwear sticky and awkward to return to my house in. It was a good thing it was late and I could just take a shower. I also had a ton of laundry I had to do, so I was able to wash the evidence away. As I slide into bed with my soon-to-be wife I can't help thinking that I would rather be falling asleep in the arms of Miguel.