This was written a long time ago for a friend on Tumblr. I just stumbled upon it again so I figured I'd post it while I'm working on Running With Ghosts. (Btw, please do not rush me, I'm a very busy person who works five days a week and barely has time for herself and rwg has very very long chapters. It's a lot to work on when I already don't have time. That's why it's taking so long for each chapter.)

Evan was grinning like an idiot in his seat at the cafe as he watched his friend wipe off tables enthusiastically. He always swung his hips to the music and sang along to every song. Evan fought anyone who tried to kill his spirit.

Jonathan was a bright ball of energy that held such passion with everything he did. He perfected Evan's favorite cappuccino, even going so far as to learn how to make cute shapes in the foam.

He excelled at everything and he was a dedicated dancer. A flawless dancer and Evan knew his friend was getting anxious about his upcoming show by the way he was was doing everything in his power to distract himself.

Evan stilled Jonathan's hand that was drawing a doodle on a napkin and smiled when he looked up at him through thick lashes.

"What?"

"You're going to do fine." Evan reassured him.

"Are you really going to be able to make it this time?" Jonathan worried at his lip.

"Yes, I made sure of it. I even took off work."

Jonathan relaxed, "You're the best."

"I know." Evan smirked and they left together when Jonathan's shift ended.

They were joking about childhood memories when Jonathan's phone rang and he answered. "Hello?"

Evan paid it no mind until his friend stopped dead in his tracks and said, "What?! Please tell me you're joking, Bryce. I literally can't deal with this right now. We have to practice! It's in two days and I just really need this to be perfect!"

Evan watched him deflate and rub at his face in defeat. "Okay, I'm sorry. I really hope you get better. Fast. Just call me when you feel up to it."

Jonathan hung up and stopped walking. Evan waited and listened when he finally let it out. The brunette sighed so heavily it could've blown him away. "Bryce is fucking sick and can't practice with me."

Evan took his shoulders in his hands, "Jonathan. You've already perfected it. I know you have because you're amazing. You don't need to practice."

"I have to or I will go insane. You know this." Jonathan said miserably until Evan saw a lightbulb go off in his mind. "I have an idea!"

"What?" Evan questioned cautiously.

"You can help me."

"No."

Jonathan gave an exaggerated gasp and pretended to look offended. "Evan Fong said NO to ME? Are you high?"

Evan shook his head, "I've never danced a day in my life."

"You don't have to learn the entire thing or be perfect. I just need you to move with me. Please, Evan. You're my best friend in the whole fucking world."

Evan stared at him, trying to resist those big pleading eyes but he never could. Never would.

That's why he let him drag him along to the studio. That's why he was agreeing to slip into black stretchy spandex shorts and nothing else which made him feel ridiculous as he stood there shirtless looking at himself in the massive mirror before them.

Jonathan looked fine. Really fine, in his loose blue cut off shirt and tight shorts. Evan focused his eyes elsewhere other than the man's tight stomach that was exposed. But it didn't matter, because he was stuck there watching him stretch his limbs and fall into a handstand. His ass was perfect.

"Stop looking at my butt."

"It's beautiful. I'll never understand." Evan laughed. Jonathan lowered himself gracefully to his feet and stepped his way.

"Lots of dancing." Jonathan smirked. "Your butt is pretty amazing too. So don't worry."

"Thanks, bro."

Jonathan rolled his eyes.

"Okay, come on."

Evan did his best to keep up with Jonathan and his flawless, fluid movements. He was like water flowing around him and at one point he just stopped and watched him dance around him. He let him use his body as a focal point, let him steer his arms and legs where they needed to go.

They did that over and over until Evan was sure he had it memorized.

So when Jonathan started from the top again, Evan began moving with him. He saw the genuine surprise on his friend's face when he kept up with him and lifted him off his feet perfectly, holding him high in the air before he let him down, letting him slide against his chest until his feet touched the floor.

"Wow." Was all he said as he breathed warm air against him.

Evan looked proud of himself. "Good?"

(Listen to: Sofi de la Torre - Give Up At 2)

"Pretty damn good ... bro." Jonathan winked and walked over to the radio and turned the music on. The song that pounded slowly in his chest each time he heard it. It's why he made this dance for it.

Evan was the last person he wanted to be dancing with to this because Evan was his inspiration. He always was because be was the friend he could never have. The one he loved with every fiber of his being. But he could never pluck up the courage to tell his oldest friend that he was in love with him. So he danced it away, but how was he supposed to this time when his very reason for doing so was slipping his hands over his body and lifting him into the air?

Jonathan regretted asking him to do this at one point but there was no one else who could help him practice. He wanted this to be perfect because Evan had never watched him dance before. His work was always in the way. But not this time, so Jonathan was putting everything he had into it.

"Spin. In three, two, one." They spun away from each other and he went to jump into him again, but Evan wasn't ready and lost his balance. He fell to the floor but had Jonathan by the waist lying on top of him. He broke into a giggle above him but it faded when Evan gripped him a little harder for some reason.

Jonathan hovered over his face, looking down at his crush of ten plus years and he almost let his body meld against his. It would've been so nice but the music flooded through him and brought him back to reality. He pushed himself up and Evan just laid there for a moment before he got to his feet.

"Sorry."

"It's okay." Jonathan started it over and they did it all over again but this time Evan held him tighter and locked eyes with him in the mirror.

And it was like the longer they danced and the more the music soaked into them, Evan started to realize. He saw the way Jonathan kept his eyes on anything but him, kept his hands on him only as long as was necessary. He stepped away when it was over, getting abnormally quiet.

Evan caught his breath, "Jonathan."

His friend turned and stared at him with sad blue eyes and Evan finally got it then. Jonathan had feelings for him. He stepped back when Evan stepped forward.

"One more time." Evan said softly and it warmed him when Jonathan slowly smiled. He started the music over and Evan slipped his arms around him when he was in reach.

Evan was always in awe of him no matter what he did. This was no exception. He was so flexible and hot. The way he could bend his entire body around him was flipping Evan's switch and he didn't mean to let his hand run up his thigh when he lifted his leg. Nor did Evan mean to let his thumb slide beneath those shorts.

He liked to think he didn't mean it, but who was he kidding? He really did and he could feel Jonathan's heartbeat in his neck when he ran his lips over it. He was salty with sweat and he felt him let out a shaky breath when he caught his eye in the mirror.

"Evan ..."

He held Jonathan's stare as he let his hand keep going, sliding over his groin and up his slick stomach. He was trembling. He pressed a kiss into the curve of his shoulder, then he let his teeth press down.

Jonathan made a noise and Evan lost his breath. He spun him with the music and pressed him against the glass. Their lips were wet and hot against each other, their tongues joining the sudden chaos.

Jonathan pulled his legs up with ease and wrapped them around Evan's waist. He rolled his hips into him and it was hottest thing Jonathan had ever experienced.

Evan was sucking at his skin before he realized that Jonathan didn't need hickies when he would be on stage in two days.

Evan chuckled. "Sorry."

"Don't fucking stop." Jonathan said rather breathlessly as Evan pressed him into the mirror even harder. They were so absorbed in each other that neither of them heard the door to the room open. But their heads whipped around when someone cut the music off abruptly.

Bryce was standing there with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face. He sounded nasally when he spoke. "If you break that glass, I'm not being held responsible since technically I'm the one that supposed to be dancing with you."

"I don't know, man. It's pretty sturdy to me." Evan said and pushed into him again, making Jonathan giggle madly and wrap around him tighter.

Bryce started backing out of the room, "I told you this dance was gonna get you laid, dude."

Evan raised a brow at him when Bryce left. "You made this for me?"

Jonathan grinned shyly, "Well ... yeah. You said you would make it to this one so I wanted it to be special."

"You've been hurting because of me and I was too stupid to see it." Evan touched his forehead to his.

"Not hurting. Just longing." Jonathan smiled. "For my best friend, who I never thought I could have."

"I've always been yours."

Needless to say, Evan sat front and center two days later at the show feeling too hot all over once that song started playing and Jonathan moved like a fucking dream across the stage.

And needless to say they spent the next week tangled up in sheets and hiding marks on their skin.

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