Fandom: Dance Central *Special Note: Boney James is a Smooth Jazz artist, that is actually having a Valentine's Day concert this year. Disclaimer: I don't own a lick of this, save for the summary and my laptop.
*Pairing: MoCoy, Glitchie (Bodie/Glitch)
*WARNING: THE FEATURED TEXT CONTAINS FLUFFY MALE/MALE ROMANCE. IF YOU'RE ALLERGIC TO FLUFFY MALE/MALE ROMANCE, PLEASE STEER CLEAR. THANK YOU.*
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Coy lit him on fire.
Right out of the gate, he knew the sunflower was something special. Special on a fireworks, Empire State Building scale. Even when he wasn't anything but a shrimp, Coy lit up every room with brightness so great, jewels were jealous. The sun never stopped grimacing at Heaven's special sunflower. Damn him, the golden orb always cursed. Shining brighter than I could ever hope to!
And with that same light, The Real Deal lit his senses like a match. He stuck to Gramma Phoebe's boy like glue, not wanting anyone to even thinkof tampering with that light. If anyone screwed with Coy's Pokemon cards or X-Men toys, damn, it was on. It was on like Donkey Kong. If anyone thought of touching him, Mo would personally deliver the asswipe to Kingdom Come.
When they were mites, sharing lunch and comic books, Mo made it his sole purpose to protect Coy. To defend his sunflower at any cost. They were no longer mites, but his mission statement was still the same. And what did Coy think of Mo being his bodyguard?
Well, in the words of the Real Deal, 'that shit was dope'.
Amber eyes were his guardians. They were his candles in the dark, lullabies in the icy cold. They belonged to his best friend, his mentor, his captain and hero. Mo was always the cool kid at school, hip, funky, fresh 'n fly. The kid everyone wanted to be around. Even the teachers flocked to him. Who in their right mind wouldn't, with Mo's magnetic charisma and good lucks?
Sunflower discovered amber eyes in second grade. He stumbled to the front of Ms. Key's classroom, clutching his Spiderman toy. Spidey was da bomb, the blonde tried to explain. He could scale walls, jump from burning buildings, and beat the friggin' crap outta the Green Goblin.
Spidey's track record was a bunch of incomprehensible babble-until Mo came to the rescue.
And from that point on, Coy hadn't stopped smiling.
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They lit each other on fire, even when they were apart.
They shared the same schools, most of the same classes, and the same routines. Lunch time was akin to seeing fireworks from the Eiffel Tower, even if it was only a moment long. Amber eyes always led Coy out of bed, even if the clock read three in the morning. A sunflower's locks always compelled Mo to jump out of bed, even if his body wanted to gut him for being so restless.
Sure, there were rocks. There were jagged edges. Pikes. Javelins. The whole shebang. But the good definitely outweighed the bad. The shit times polished their bond, the way dressed dishes in their Sunday best. There were times when Mo wanted to wring Coy's neck, his meth phase being one of the worst, but those particularly shitty times made Flash crave him even more. Coy wanted to tie rocks to Mo's legs and watch him drown, furious over his flawless reputation and charm, but in pushing Mo away, he pushed himself right into delirious infatuation. They were each other's sun and moon. The air to each other's lungs.
There was no other way around it. B-Boy and Flash were made for each other. Hands down. No shit. No lies, doubt or fear.
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It was always like the first time.
Kissing, touching, yearning. It was always like the first time, touching the sky on newborn wings.
Night had blanketed their world hours ago, sending crystalline stars into a cerulean sky. Their friends had gone their separate ways for the night, determined to make the most incredible memories. It was Valentine's Day, after all, and the world was blanketed in love. Rose petal love. Moonlit love. Songs, candlelight, fireworks, the whole shebang.
On the night of red petal love, two couples decided to renew their vows. A sunflower and his amber eyes were making love in a suite-
While Hi-Def's protege and a lifeguard were sharing their first kisses over a movie.
Clothes had been discarded, in a fit of fury. They were in dire need of each other's touch, burning with enough passion to drive even a saint insane. Even the toprocker's goggles were off, as they always were during the act of lovemaking. Soft but searing moans were thrust out of a glistening throat, pulled out by amber eyes. Skillful, caramel brown hands traced his chest, his thighs, and all went starry white.
He wanted so much to speak. Love burst inside of Coy's mind in a million shades. "I love you," he wanted to say, in a million different languages. He wanted to confess just how much his other half, his best friend and lover, meant to him. How much he enjoyed their dances, on and off the dance floor. But only the Alomar's name came forth, taking flight on the wings of unbridled bliss. Coy's name erupted in equal rapture, capturing the light of the moon.
The blonde rolled through Summer hills. Through the sights, sounds, colors and stars of Heaven. After time he could not measure, he felt himself rolled onto his stomach. He bit his lip in anticipation, not out of fear or pain, but out of searing, fiery joy. Rain burned his eyes as he gripped their bed sheets, soaring at Mo's entry. Savoring, melting at the other's touch, depth and tenderness.
In mere heartbeats, their world was painted in a milky white glow. And the two of them were lost in each other's arms.
Neither of them spoke. Not out of exhaustion, but out of a craving for silence. Words were not always necessary, for silence was a strong enough tribute to holy sanctuaries. Mo was content with running his hands through Coy's petals. Coy was content with using his eyes to eat the Alomar, all over again. But that content quickly ran out, like a bottle of Drain-O going down the bathroom sink. The blonde's face wilted.
Mo took notice. "Sup, baby? Ready t' go again?"
"Sure the Hell am."
And off they went, two shooting stars into the light of the night. Thirty minutes later, the two of them were well on their way to slumber. Coy fell asleep with his face buried in Mo's chest, covered in tears. Don't ever leave me, he thought helplessly, clinging to the one that gave him life.
If ya do, don't expect me t' breathe without ya.
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"We don't have to. I'll be more than happy to wait."
There it was again. The kindness not even Mary Poppins could rival. The tenderness that blanketed Mo's partner in glowing, searing sunshine. Different from the radiance Mo cast over him. Around his mentor, it was impossible to be anything but restless. Uncomfortable. Impatient and antsy.
Until Emilia's partner came into the picture.
Whenever Bodie's name came to mind, Glitch could never stop smiling. The sweetest of sweethearts befriended everyone, of course, but Bodie showered him in special attention. The kind of attention that elicited thoughts of rain-soaked nights, candlelight and roses dipped in golden silk. The blonde had actually given Glitch the gift of a rose, as a starting point for their Valentine night. Emi's crew mate treated him as if he were a gift from the Lost City of Atlantis, precious, special and something worthy of immortal love.
Glitch had been high, ever since Bodie decided to take his eyes off of Mo.
And yes, he still adored his mentor, but not with agonizing uneasiness. Loving someone that actually loved him in return made breathing so much easier.
The first kisses were awkward. Glitch's track record of a love life wasn't even a centimeter long. Bodie's track record was equally short, much to the protege's surprise.
"Ya ain't ever done anythin'?" "No..." "Nothin'? EVER?" "I'm afraid not. I...I was just waiting for YOU, I guess."
If that had come out of anyone else's mouth, like Kerith's, for example, Glitch would've gagged.
But Bodie wrote the book on corny, and damn, was he good at the art of corny. He mastered it, from head to toe. He spouted off the corniest shit and made it look so damn real, Mo's partner-in-crime couldn't think about anything but boinking Bodie into Kingdom Come. Not to mention the Parker's rippling, hot abs, sparkling, honest smiles and soft voice. Damn, what the breaker wouldn't give to have-
Ah. But wait.
"But Bo...don't 'cha want to?"
So cute, seeing an awkward Bodie Parker. The poor thing had been tripping over his feet all night. Couldn't even sit still during the Boney James concert. The two of them were outside of the Bellagio, basking in that Vegas glow, but confronting another awkward point. "Oh, no," Riptide's stud said, holding up his hands to emphasize his point.
"It's not what you're thinking! It's...well...I just...I don't...don't look at me like that. Please. I just want to...ah. Would you be comfortable?"
"Why wouldn't I be, yo? Ain't cha my guy?"
"Well, yeah! I am! I do, and I love you, but-"
"Bo, it's okay. If ya don't want to-"
"No! You have me all wrong! It's-well, it IS you, but it's ME at the same time!"
Glitch's eyes lit up like the stars in the sky. Seeing he had made some sort of recovery, Bodie quickly pressed on. "You're young, but that's not where I'm going with this," the Parker sputtered. "You've never been with anyone I've never been with anyone and what if something goes wrong? Your first memories will be tainted with my failure and I'll NEVER be able to live with myself, not to mention Mo will kill me because I've scarred you for life and we'll never be friends again and-"
"Bo!"
"-and you'll be heartbroken, because I stole your virginity in all the wrong ways, and you'll never want to see me again and Emi will hate me because her moronic partner-"
Glitch never used the Parker's full first name, but he figured opportunity had presented itself on a silver platter. "Bodie!"
Poor thing, he looked like he wanted to cry. He had the PERFECT night all planned out, but what if he REALLY did ruin Glitch for life? "It's okay," the young breaker said soothingly, taking him by the hand.
"We ain't gotta do nothin' 'til yer ready."
"Are you absolutely sure?" Bodie asked, as if Glitch was about to push him out of a plane-without a parachute.
"Yeah, I'm sure," a sky-high protege sang. "Happy Valentine's, Bo."
Defeat and sadness instantly wrenched Bodie's hand out of Glitch's. "B-b-but...are we done? Are you tired? Are you SURE you're okay with not...you know..."
A pair of blue eyes left behind no doubt. "Check this. Everything's fly. Ya ain't gonna recognize this 'cuz yer too busy worryin' yerself into an early grave, but...ya just made my night."
"I did?"
"Yeah," a blushing breaker said, bowing his head. "Thanks...y'know...fer carin' so much about me."
In Glitch's mind, the two of them had made love, right then and there.
It might have been through words, but the end result was the same.
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There was no way around it. They were made for each other. Plain and simple.