Save a Dance for Me

Author's Note: Again, a DIRECT continuation. No time has passed. I only split it up so it wouldn't be as long. Contains a mildly funny moment towards the beginning… at least I found it funny. Makes me think of one of my friends. p.s LAST chapter! Woot.

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Chapter Ten: Last Dance

"Hey, what's up?" Jarrod's voice made me jump and Jack released my hands, rubbing the back of his neck and looking uncomfortable.

"Jesus, you scared the shit outta me!" I exclaimed. Jarrod just grinned. Sam joined us, holding a plastic cup filled with what looked like Pepsi or Coke.

"Oh, hi. You must be Jack." She held out her hand and Jack took it, giving her his trademark grin. "I'm Sam."

"It's nice to meet you, Sam." Jack nodded and returned his hands to his pockets. She smiled and sipped her drink.

"I think I'm going to go get myself a drink. Do you want anything, Danny?" Jack looked at me.

"Um, I'll have some Sprite," I answered. He nodded, and walked off to the drinks table. As soon as he was out of earshot, Jarrod turned to me.

"So, uh, what was that going on there?"

"Nothing." Would have been something if you had waiting five minutes to show up. "Definitely not what you're thinking it was."

"I didn't suggest anything. And besides, it definitely looked like something." Jarrod lost the cheeky grin in favor of a more serious look.

"I told you. Jack was just experimenting before. There's no way he'd like me that way."

"Oh, come on, Daniel. You're a nice guy," Sam cut in.

"I don't think so, Danny. He looked like he was going to kiss you. And I could definitely tell he was getting a stiffy. He likes you, whether he knows it or not." Jarrod gave me a look. Sam giggled at the "stiffy" comment. I giggled, too. I don't think I'd used the word stiffy since I was like, twelve.

"What's so funny?" Jack asked, returning with the drinks. He handed me a can of Sprite. Sam and I couldn't stop laughing, which left Jarrod and Jack to stare at us like we were idiots.

"What are you monkeys laughing at?" Adam and DJ had returned to join the group as well.

"Nothing," I managed to answer. My laughter slowed until I was able to catch my breath. I opened the can of Sprite and took a sip. Then I thought about what Jarrod had said, about Jack's, um, "stiffy". I wondered if that was true. Could it be possibly that I made Jack aroused? Could I turn anybody on?

"Oh man, let's go dance again!" Sam grabbed Jarrod's arm and pulled him onto the dance floor for another fast song. DJ raised his eyebrows at Adam.

"Oh, come on, I'm tired," Adam whined. DJ rolled his eyes.

"You're such a baby. We haven't even been here for an hour yet," DJ said. "Hey, go get me a Coke. I'm thirsty." He released Adam's hand and gestured towards the beverage table. I watched this with amusement. Adam didn't argue at all and went to get DJ his drink.

"You got him pretty well trained, huh?" Jack asked, grinning. DJ grinned back.

"It's not that hard. You've just got to figure out his weak spot." He raised his eyebrows and then glanced at me. "Of course, you probably don't even need to train him, huh?"

"What?" I asked. Did DJ think that I was Jack's boyfriend? Did he think that Jack was gay? My face heated up when Jack looked at me, clearly amused.

"Daniel's just fine the way he is," Jack said, putting his arm around my shoulders. I nearly dropped my soda, both from the act, and the fact that he didn't deny anything that DJ had implied.

"Jack?" I asked, barely able to keep my tone even.

"Daniel?" He didn't move his arm.

"Never mind." What was I supposed to say? Hey, Jack, do you have a crush on me? Were you lying about being gay? Do I give you a stiffy? Yeah, that was real smooth.

Adam returned with DJ's drink and, upon seeing Jack's arm around my shoulders, gave me a pointed look. I ignored him. Jack, DJ, and Adam started some conversation about whether Rap could be counted as an actual category of movie or not. I could barely breathe, waiting for Jack to remove his arm.

"Okay, Adam, time to show off your slow dancing skills," DJ said, dragging his boyfriend onto the dance floor. I recognized the song - Iris, by the Goo Goo Dolls. It was a nice slow song, and most people had paired off to slow dance. I saw Jarrod and Sam move off to the opposite wall, deep in conversation.

"What do you say?" Jack moved his arm, but now he was standing in front of me, looking at me expectantly.

"What?"

"You wanna dance?" He held a hand out. Dance? Slow dance? With me? My words caught in my throat, so my answer was a nod and I placed my hand in his. He led me onto the dance floor, where he wrapped his hands around my waist. I'd never slow danced before, but it was easy to follow what everyone else was doing. I rested my hands on his shoulders and realized that we were the perfect height. He'd just have to lean down a little bit to kiss me. I wouldn't even have to get on my tip-toes.

I couldn't believe that he was even dancing with me. Maybe he'd changed his mind. Maybe Jarrod was right. As the song progressed, Jack and I slowly moved closer together, until the end of the song we were so close I could practically taste the Dr. Pepper he'd been drinking.

He tilted his head ever so slightly and bent down until he was kissing me and it was even better than the first time. I opened my mouth to let his tongue in and we'd stopped dancing by this point. He pulled me even closer, pressing our bodies together, and I could tell that Jarrod had been right - Jack was definitely hard. And he was kissing me. It was only when I felt my chest pounding so hard that I couldn't breathe that I finally broke away from him. Jack was heaving, too, but he smiled at me and I knew that it was real this time.

He lifted his hand and brushed my hair back from my face. Then he bent down and kissed me again. I kissed him back, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and tilting my face so we fit together perfectly. I kept my eyes closed and kept kissing him with everything I had in me.

"Oh Jack," I whispered, completely forgetting that we were on the dance floor with all these other people around.

"Danny..." he breathed, ghosting a kiss over my mouth again. Then he stopped, putting a finger to my lips. "We should talk."

"We don't need to talk." I didn't want to talk, whether we needed to or not. Kissing Jack was much more fun.

"We do. But here's not the place." He took hold of my arm and I looked around. The couples had dispersed in favor of large groups, as the slow song had ended and changed into a fast one. I hadn't even noticed. Jack took my arm and led me out of the double doors and into the hallway, where it was quiet. The only people that came out here were usually just looking for the bathroom.

"Jack?" I questioned, because, despite after what happened, I was worried about what he could have to say to me.

"I just have to apologize." He curled his hand around my neck, sifting his fingers through my hair.

"For what? Kissing me?" I grinned.

"No. For before. What I said. I was being an asshole. I shouldn't have done that to you." He shrugged. "I don't have any excuse, except maybe that I didn't want to admit that I was... you know... gay?"

"I forgive you." I tilted my head up and gave him a peck on the lips. "Now, can we go back in the other room and dance some more?" I fluttered my eyelashes at him.

"Hmm... yes." Taking his hand, I walked with Jack back into the gymnasium. My friends were gathered against the wall, and when Jack and I joined them, Jarrod grinned and Adam slapped me on the back. A slow song began playing. I’ll always remember the song they were playin'/The first time we danced and I knew.

"Way to go, Daniel!" Jarrod said, raising his eyebrows. Then he looked at Jack. As we swayed to the music and held to each other/I fell in love with you

"Yeah, way to go, Danny-boy," Jack whispered, sneaking his arm around my waist. "Shall we dance?" Could I have this dance, for the rest of my life? Yes... he could.

Author's Note: I love that song. I never hear it, though, and haven't gotten a chance to download it. It's by Anne Murray, if anyone cares. I love sappy romantic love songs.

Oh, PS, the "mildly funny moment" I mentioned earlier was the "stiffy" thing. I just think the euphemisms for a guy's dick/hard-on are funny. "Woody" anyone? Some day I will make a list of all those terms, just for the hell of it. Got any funny ones to add? :-P