Some days were horrible. Some days he, like most teenagers, felt like crap, and that the following twenty four hours should be spent in light slumber under four blankets and a mattress.
Some days were just plain shitty. Some days he couldn't quite walk in a straight line, think properly, do up his tie, breath right. Presently, that tie one was the one that was bothering him so much. It just wasn't working and he was beginning to get pissed off.
He sized himself up in eh mirror and growled at it. The tie, not the mirror. This couldn't be happening to him. He was Link Larkin. Bad shit didn't happen to him. It just didn't. But lo and behold, here he was, with bad shit happening.
He wrenched the irritating piece of clothing off his neck and threw it down onto the surface before him, swearing to himself. He didn't want to acknowledge that he was having this much difficulty.
From someplace off to the far right, he detected a quiet laugh of contained bemusement. He spun, ready to tell off this person to see a purple suited Corny Collins approaching him.
"Are you in need of some…" Corny paused. "Assistance?"
A sharp retort was withheld as the older man stopped barely a hands breadth from him and reached past to grab the tie, wrist brushing his hip. He pulled his arm back, delicately holding the tie. He looped the fabric slowly around the back of Link's neck, pulling him foreward slightly.
The boy's breath hitched. Corny ignored it.
He began to slowly loop and tie it, taking his precious time. Every movement was calculated, with a cool smile and calm eyes, knuckles brushing Link's chest at every opportune moment. Link could smell the alluring cologne and feel his breath. His own was quickening, his heart pounding.
Once done the laborious task, Corny smoothed it down using the back of his right hand. His hand trailed back up and long fingers slipped under the fabric to grasp it carefully and pulling Link even closer.
"Now, now. I cant have my Songbird all…" He exhaled. "Flustered."
Link knew what he was doing. This was silent seduction. He was taunting, teasing, tormenting him. He couldn't take it. He closed the distance, engaging the older man in a deep kiss.
His grip on the tie never faltered, using it to keep him under the spell of imaginary water, unable to breath or move. When finally they both gasped for air, he grinned and straightened the tie again. "Maybe you don't need assistance."
Maybe some days weren't so bad.