I Don't Feel Like Dancing - Scissor Sisters

Iancorn

"Look what I found."

David opened one eye and saw Ian walking downstairs with a large box in his hands.

He knew he should've gotten up to help him, but David just lay on the couch and closed his eyes again, "Awesome."

"You haven't even seen what it is." Ian smiled, snapping in front of his face and making him jump, "Come on."

"What?" He frowned, looking up at him.

Today was just not David's day. He had woken up in bed by himself, the coffee machine broke, Ian had spent the whole day in the attic, and nothing good was on TV. He had to read the newspaper to pass the time. He was trying to take a nap since he had finished reading.

"Look."

David blinked his eyes a few times, trying to see everything clearly, "Is that what I think it is?"

"It's a record player."

David nodded, closing his eyes again, "Awesome."

Ian snapped under his nose again, "Hey!"

"What?"

"Let's try it out."

"You try it out, darling. I'm tired." David groaned.

He closed his eyes, trying to sleep when a loud screech rang out.

"Shit!" Ian yelled, covering his ears.

David freaked out and rolled off the couch. He stood up carefully and took the needle off the record.

"It's a broken record, Ian." He looked at it, running his finger across the groove, "It's all scratched."

"I'll just try another." He shrugged, pulling out a Led Zeppelin record and popping it on.

David lay back down on the couch, "Sounds awesome."

"No, come on. Get up." Ian pouted.

He sat up, "What?"

"Dance with me." He smiled.

David shook his head, "I would if I was feeling better, but today has just been rough."

"I'll make you feel better." Ian grabbed David's hands and pulled him into a hug, rocking back and forth.

"I'm not really a dancer, Ian."

"I'm not either. We both lost the first dancing game if you remember."

"How could I forget?"

Ian smiled against David's neck.

"This isn't even a dancing song." David frowned.

"Ramble On can be a dancing song."

"Find another." David let go of Ian and sat down, really not wanting to dance.

Ian sighed and began looking through the records, "Are you going to break up with me?"

David froze. Ian didn't really mean that, did he? He got up and wrapped his arms around Ian from behind, holding him close.

"No no no not at all." David shook his head, "Absolutely not. Why would I do that?"

"You just seem kind of grumpy, that's all. I didn't know if you didn't want to dance with me because you wanted to end in."

"I don't want to dance because I'm tired and I don't feel good and it's just not in me." David kissed Ian's cheek, "Also because I suck at it."

"Well..." Ian put a record on, and it began playing a slow song that David didn't recognize, "We've never slow danced before. Why not try now?"

"Why would you pick a song if I said I didn't want to dance?" David shook his head.

David still couldn't tell what song it was, but he did see a record he recognized. He grinned and let go of Ian to look his hand across the cover, "License to Ill..."

Ian rolled his eyes, "You and your Beastie Boys."

"Come on, you saw how excited I was when we played Def Jam Rap Star and Anthony got the Beastie Boys song. Sohinki had to tell me not to sing. I hadn't even realized I was singing." He pulled the record out.

"Put that back. We're dancing today."

"Can we listen to this?"

Ian grinned, "You can listen to that when we're done dancing, okay?"

David sighed and put the record back in the cover, "Fine."

Ian smiled and grabbed his hands, "You're in luck. It picks up the pace later."

"Who even is this?"

Ian shrugged, "I just remember my parents playing this a lot."

David nodded and Ian pulled him in close, at first just swaying back and forth before they actually began moving their feet a little, but definitely not to the rhythm. After a few songs, they both got the hang of it. When the songs became a bit more jazzy, spinning became a thing they did. In the end, David ended up having a good time, even though neither of them had any idea what they were doing.