The competition closed in on the crews of Dance Central. They were reaching the final stretch of everything they've been working for. Crews from other areas started coming in and good places to practice started becoming scarce. Hi-Def managed to find an old studio to use while their parking lot was taken.

Glitch and Mo continued with their secret relationship and became closer and closer. They settled into a simple routine of practice and rest. They rarely found time to really spend with each other with how exhausting things were getting. Glitch wondered more often when the best time would be to finally tell Mo the words that had been on the tip of his tongue for a while.

Glitch carefully leads Hi-Def through the motions of the dance he choreographed. He'd suggested to Mo that the crew needed to widen their range and he picked a Japanese song that he knows well; Fly Me to the Other Moon by HIGH and MIGHTY COLOR. Glitch already showed Mo how the steps work so the pair has teamed up to show the crew how it's done.

The weather has been warming up steadily leading into spring and everyone is really feeling the heat in the studio.

"Mo, I think we should prolly take a break," Glitch suggests.

Mo smiles.

"Yer right, Kid," he replies. "Aight guys! Break time!"

The crew disperses chatting energetically.

Mo smiles down at Glitch and the locker feels a warm blush touch his pale cheeks.

"Ya made a good call," Mo tells him.

"Watchin' ya taught me what to look for," Glitch answers.

Mo chuckles.

"Yer doin' a real good job, Kid."

"Thanks."

They move to join the crew at the coolers and Mo grabs a couple bottles of water and hands one to Glitch. They lean against the wall and gulp the cool fluid as they watch the members of their crew smile and laugh with one another. Glitch feels himself start to smile. He likes it here, with Mo and the rest of Hi-Def, he loves practicing and feeling like an important part of something. He wonders, though, when Mo plans to pick the dancers that will be featured in the competition. As if reading his thoughts, Mo speaks.

"Me 'n you 're gonna decide tomorrow."

"Wait, both of us?"

"Yer my apprentice, tha' means, yer gonna run my crew when I ain't able ta."

"M-me?"

Mo smiles flashing Glitch his perfect white teeth.

"Tha's what 'm sayin', Kid. I wan'cha ta help with the important decisions so ya can start practicin'."

"Oh."

"Yo, Mo!" calls one of the dancers. He's tall and built similarly to Mo. He tends to dress pretty casually most of the time, loose jeans, a tee shirt, and tennis shoes. He's nice but doesn't really have a feel for the style of the crew. He dances well enough, though, and that's part of the reason he's here.

"Whassup?" Mo calls back.

"Is it gonna be the usual thing where we just take four members and some back up for this show?"

"Yeah, what else would we do?"

"I was thinking that we could take everyone this year. I mean, the show's gonna be nearby so we could walk no problem!"

Mo pauses a moment to consider.

"I'mma need some time ta think on it. I's a good plan, though."

The dancer's blue eyes shine and he runs his hand over his close-cropped red hair as he turns to talk to other members excitedly.

"I think we should do it," Glitch tells Mo.

"Ya think so?"

"Yeah. 'M sure it'd be hard tryin' to keep track of ev'ryone but it could be good for them to see how to do it. Gives 'em somethin' to learn from."

"Ya've got a good point, Kid. We'll talk about it more later."

Mo glances at the clock and calls to reassemble the dancers so that they can start working through the routine.

Glitch and Mo make it in the door to their apartment at the same time and collapse on the couch. They take a moment to just sit and breath enjoying the company they offer to one another.

"Ya hungry, Kid?" Mo asks after the pair has enjoyed a few moments of silence.

"Not yet."

Mo looks over at the boy shocked.

"Fer real? Yer always ready ta eat!"

" I guess I jus' wanna sit a little."

"Well, do ya want me ta make some food, then?"

"Nah."

"Ya sure?"

Glitch nods. The breaker wraps his arms around the younger male's shoulders and pulls him against his side. Glitch snuggles close and Mo leans down to leave a gentle kiss on the boy's temple.

"Mo I…" Glitch can't bring himself to finish.

"Hm?"

"I…"

"What is it, Kid?"

"I think we should start discussin' who'll be goin' to the competition," Glitch says mentally smacking himself for not saying it again.

"Yer right. I'mma make somethin' ta eat an' we c'n talk 'bout it durin' dinner," Mo replies.

"Aight," Glitch responds with a soft sigh.

Mo gets up and moves to the kitchen surrendering the couch to Glitch. He stretches out and stares at the ceiling. He'd like to talk to Mo but his idol is very strict about distracting someone working in the kitchen. Glitch finds the TV remote on the floor and turns on Cartoon Network. Though his eyes focus on the pictures displayed on the screen, his mind is on Mo. He finds himself angry because of the words he's left unsaid for so long. He knows Mo won't say it first because he'd be worried about pushing him into something, he knows he has to make the first move. The locker balls his hands into fists. He has to man up, he knows it, so why is it so hard to do? He takes a deep breath and slowly loosens the muscles in his hands and fingers.

"Hey," comes Mo's voice after a moment.

"Yeah?"

"Ya like ke'chup on these things, righ'?

"What are they?"

"Chicken nuggets."

"Mayonnaise."

"Yer a weird kid."

"I know."

Mo comes out with a plate of chicken nuggets and macaroni and cheese for each of them and a jar of mayonnaise tucked under his arm. Glitch sits up and holds his hands out for the plate and mayonnaise. Mo hands them over and Glitch sets to dishing the condiment onto his plate. Glitch starts in on his chicken nuggets first.

"Aight, Kid, we need two dancers ta perform wit' us. Suggestions?"

"'M thinkin' Quan should definitely go. He picks up on things fast 'n he easily fixes his mistakes on the rare occasions he makes 'em."

"Tha's very true. I was thinkin' 'bout bringin' him."

"Jake too."

"Jake?"

"Yeah, he dances well 'n he's willin' to try anythin'."

"I understand where yer comin' from, Kid, but the issue wit' him is he's gotta look the part."

"I know but stuff like that's easy to fix."

"I dunno."

Glitch takes a chicken nugget and shoves the whole thing in his mouth to hide his embarrassment. Mo obviously doesn't like the idea. Mo ruffles the young male's hair.

"No need ta be 'mbarrassed, Kid. Ya've got good reasons i's jus' that I know that there are lotsa dancers that c'n do that and they manage ta look the part."

Glitch remains quiet, contemplating who the better dancers are.

"Kiren," he finally says.

"Kiren?"

"Yeah, the guy with the shaggy blond hair. Green eyes, really tall, British accent."

"I know who yer talkin' 'bout," Mo says with a chuckle. "But, why'd ya think he should go?"

"He looks the part, he's 'bout as good as Quan, he's open to new things, he can do tons of different styles o' dance, he's great."

Mo leans back and nods slowly. Glitch starts to worry about another rejection.

"Not gonna lie, Kid, tha's not who I was thinkin' should go but'cha got good points. I'mma have ta think 'bout that one. I noticed tha' he's pretty quiet among th' group but his move're pretty tight."

Glitch quietly eats the rest of his chicken nuggets, the last few without mayonnaise, and starts in on the macaroni. He sets his plate on the floor when he's finished and stares off into space. Mo watches his young apprentice carefully. The boy's generally pretty easy to read but right now his face doesn't give anything away.

"Wha'cha thinkin' 'bout, Kid?" he finally asks as he sets his empty plate on the floor.

Glitch's emerald eyes seem to look past Mo's chocolate and into the depths of his soul as if he can see all that the breaker thinks and feels. Under his gaze, he feels unguarded, vulnerable to having himself read. He almost worries that the teen can see the ocean of emotion swirling under his eyes. He doesn't want his other half to feel pressured by the emotions he refuses to make known. But, at the same time, he feels calmed by the fact that they're so close that Glitch doesn't look away anymore. The cool emerald orbs wash him in warmth, cradling him in the comfort of the most important person in his life. The boy's steady gaze shows how much he's matured and the beauty of it takes the confident man's breath away.

He finds himself leaning toward Glitch their eyes still locked on each other's in that breathtaking stare. Steadily, their eyes close and their lips meet. They share small gentle kisses, their lips just brushing each other's but their kiss begins to heat up. Glitch desperately pushes his tongue into Mo's mouth and dark fingers find their way into ebony hair. Glitch's small pale hands caress Mo's face as he presses himself closer to his mentor.

In an unexpected burst of strength, Glitch pushes Mo onto his back and straddles his waist. He continues to kiss the man with as much passion as he can muster. Mo returns the kiss just as passionately. Mo starts to grind his hips into Glitch causing him to moan softly into the man's mouth. Pale lips leave kisses along Mo's chin and jaw and then part for Glitch to timidly lick his dark neck. Mo shudders and grips the boy's hair tightly. Gaining confidence, the younger male nips at the neck he's been playing with making his lover moan with pleasure and push his hips into his own. Glitch moans against Mo's neck and begins nipping and sucking on it. Mo writhes under his apprentice unable to stop the noises escaping his lips and the way his hips grind into Glitch's. The boy makes small noises each time Mo's erection brushes his own but doesn't stop his assault on the man's neck.

Glitch works his hands up Mo's shirt pulling it up as he goes. When he's finished bruising his neck, he moves to his chest. He carefully licks and suckles the man's nipples and Mo moans and pushes into Glitch in response. Glitch runs his tongue down Mo's tone torso to the waistband of his pants. He begins to undo the tight jeans.

"S-stop, Glitch," Mo begs.

Glitch's eyes meet Mo's.

"Why?"

"I dun wanna make ya do tha'."

Glitch offers a comforting smile.

"Ya ain't makin' me."

Glitch finishes what he started with the pants gasping slightly at Mo's long, hard cock. He wraps a hand around it and feels it throbbing.

"G-Glitch-"

"I wanna do it, Mo."

Glitch takes Mo as deep into his mouth as he can to silence any further protests. Mo moans loud and long as Glitch starts to move his mouth up and down the shaft relishing in the taste.

"Nn… Suck a lil' harder," Mo breaths.

The teen complies causing Mo to buck his hips pushing his cock in deeper. Glitch moans and Mo tangles his fingers in the ebony hair again.

Glitch experiments, running his tongue over and around the head of Mo's cock and drinks in every sweet sound that escapes his lover's lips. He finds that the breaker likes it best when he takes him deep and swallows only to suck him hard again, so he does that for a while listening to the sweet sounds his Mo makes.

"'M gonna cum," Mo suddenly moans making Glitch pick up the pace.

Soon enough, Mo's grip on the locker's hair tightens and he moans in pure ecstasy. Glitch tastes something thick and salty in his mouth and swallows every bit of it. Mo shudders a few times as Glitch licks him clean.

Glitch collapses on top of Mo with his head resting on his chest and his erection uncomfortably brushing against his pants. They lay panting against one another as Mo combs his fingers through Glitch's messy hair. The motion calms Glitch and the heat pooled below his navel slowly dissipates.

"Wha' was tha' 'bout, Kid?" Mo finally asks.

"I couldn't make myself say what's been buggin' me so I showed it to ya," Glitch answers.

"Wha' couldn't ya say?"

Glitch sits up enough so that their eyes meet. He has that look on his face again.

"I love ya."

Mo's eyes widen as he stares at the boy who has just pleasured him as a confession of his love.

"Glitch-"

"I been wantin' to say it fer a long time, Mo. I knew you wouldn't say it first so I had to. I couldn't say it, though 'n I r'membered what'cha had me do when I was crushin' on ya so I thought it'd be okay fer this too."

Mo takes Glitch by the back of his head and brings him down to his lips for a gentle kiss.

"Love ya, too."

Well, that's what I have this week. I figured I'd wait until Valentine's Day for the, um, "intimate" stuff. Happy Valentine's Day everyone! =^.^=