Watching You, Watching Me
Well, this was gonna be a load of bollocks, thought Frank as he slumped down in his seat at the side of the hall. The fag from Special K was giving a presentation on gender equality. So that meant 10 long minutes of the poof ranting on about how guys should be allowed to wear makeup and skirts and do everything that girls do. Great. Just great.
He slouched in his seat as he waited for it to start. He wasn't even sitting anywhere near his friends so they couldn't do their favourite game of throwing stuff at people until someone notices. No, the teachers made sure to isolate Frank after someone broke their nose. But really, it was their own fault for turning around.
The lights started to dim and Frank sighed, here we go.
The lights on stage came up and opposed to the boring powerpoint and podium speech that Frank was expecting, four sluttily dressed girls posed on the stage. Where the fuck was the poof? What was going on? He recognised Chantelle and two other girls that he most likely shagged behind the bins – he never really remembered them because he felt absolutely nothing while he did it, all for appearances, my dear - but who was the fourth one. She was by far the hottest. He peered at her; she looked oddly familiar.
And then it hit him.
Holy shit.
Well, looks like he found the poof.
The music started. 'Do It Like a Dude'… of course.
They started to move and Frank found his eyes transfixed by Stephen. He tried to look at the girls, honestly, he did. But Stephen was just… wow.
Bloody hell, he could rock those tights and heels.
Frank's mouth literally dropped as Stephen lifted his leg easily above his head before slamming it down to a squat, legs wide.
Those legs… and that arse.
Stephen took this moment to notice Frank, gawping at him, breathless. He licked his lips seductively at him, teasing.
Frank gulped.
Stephen continued moving, along with the other girls, shaking his butt like there was no tomorrow, all the while looking straight at Frank.
Frank could feel the blood rushing to his cheeks… and somewhere else. It was a bloody good thing it was so dark.
The eye contact with Stephen was too intense, Frank just had to break it and look away. It didn't last long, however, and his eyes soon darted back to Stephen, against his will, skimming all over his body; his chest exposed through the net top, his arms bared and muscled, his legs, oh god his legs, and his arse, always the arse. His eyes flickered back up to find Stephen watching him blatantly check him out. Stephen winked and Frank blushed but didn't look away.
Fuck he was so hot.
The dance ended, much to Frank's disappointment. Stephen broke the eye contact to look around the room for his applause, breathing heavily and grinning. Frank felt like his heart was on fire, his throat burned and it hurt to swallow. It was like he had forgotten how to breathe as he forced air in and out of his aching lungs; what the hell was happening to him?
Stephen's eyes flitted back to find Frank sitting there, still staring, and he smiled just a little bit more. Not wanting to be outdone, Frank slowly lifted his hands, nodding his head slightly with a smirk and a raised eyebrow, and clapped four times, as if to say 'fair play'. That was probably the biggest compliment Frank had ever given anybody.
The rest of the hall came to life as the lights came up. Frank hurriedly glanced down at his trousers. Phew, there was nothing noticeable. However, when he then looked back to Stephen, he saw him smirking as he strutted off stage having evidently seen the action, and knowing the extent of his effect on Frank. Frank groaned.
What the fuck was happening?
Why him?
Chapter 2 to follow where Stephen confronts Frank.
