Snippet from Chapter One: Take These Broken Wings
Eli watched from the doorway of the bathroom, his heart clenching slightly as he watched his best friend move so gracefully, so effortlessly around the room, in a world where nothing but the music and him existed. The dancing was beautiful, and more importantly, so was the boy doing it.
Eli pushed away from the wall as Leo turned back to face him, beckoning with one finger for the man to join him in the center of the room. And as Leo led him through the more elaborate part of the song Eli couldn't help but laugh, mostly at himself because he kept stepping on Leo's toes and couldn't keep up, and eventually Leo shoved him away, though not in a mean way. He had a coy and teasing look on his face as he chased Eli backward until he hit the edge of his bed and fell onto it suddenly.
Leo danced away again, but Eli didn't bother to get up. Just propped his head upon his arms and watched as Leo made it to the opposite side of the room, swaying his hips as he moved. The song changed, and Leo began doing a much more ridiculous dance to the beat, still managing to look ridiculously good while doing so.
Eli groaned, rolling off the opposite side of the bed and trying his best to pointedly ignore his best friend and his damn good looks and brilliant moves. He was hardly successful, and kept stealing glances every few seconds. When Leo caught him looking once he smirked, sending Eli a wink that he swore should be illegal.
Eli felt his knees go weak and Leo smirked more, blowing the boy a kiss before turning away, laughing lightly because goddammit he knew exactly what he was doing. As is to prove his point Leo rolled his hips, and Eli had to grab the wall to keep from falling to the floor when his knees suddenly went weak beneath him
It was times like this that Eli was pretty sure his best friend was from the depths of hell itself sent specifically here to torture him.