A Special Dance
“Dance with me?” Piers asked, reaching his hand over to the other man.
“I don’t dance, Piers, you know that.” Chris replied, giving the younger man a small smile.
“You danced on our wedding night!”
“That was different.”
“How so, old man?”
“It was special.”
“And me asking you to dance with me in the middle of the kitchen while a chicken is being roasted isn’t special?” He laughed, reaching his hand out again. “Take my hand babe, I promise I won’t bite.”
“You say that all the time and you still do.” Chris chuckled, but grabbed his husband's hand, legs lifting his weight up.
The two danced slowly to the music. A sweet melody was playing on the radio, Piers wasn’t sure what It was but it reminded him of that night. Wrapping his arms around the older man's shoulders, he nuzzled his face into his neck, pressing a soft kiss to the exposed skin.
Chris chuckled, tightening his grip on his ace’s waist and resting his chin on his shoulder. He would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy this, the softer moments, the times he could bring his guard down and be vulnerable. Was one of the things he loved most about Piers, the fact that he brought out this side of him. He was forever grateful for the man.
As they continued swaying to the music, the timer on the oven dinged, interrupting their moment. Chris began to pull away, but was immediately pulled back in the embrace. “NO!” Piers said, wrapping his arms once more around the older man's shoulders, and swaying their bodies towards the oven.
Pressing a kiss on his lips, he smiled. “Now you may get the chicken Bear.”He said, unwrapping his arms and taking a small step back to allow access.
Chris smiled, shaking his head and laughing. He opened the oven door, reaching for the mitts but felt a sudden smack on his butt. Looking behind him, Piers was smiling.
“What? You were asking for it! You can’t just bend in front of me with that masterpiece you call an ass and not expect me to tap it.” Piers replied.
Chris chuckled and grabbed the man quickly, turning him around and giving him a booty smack. “You’re one to talk, Mr. I have to do 100 squats everyday!”
“I have to keep up my appearance for you babe, a lot of competition!” Piers replied.
“As far as I'm concerned you’ve won, You’re the only one my eyes see.” Chris answered, pressing a soft kiss on his lips.
“I love you Piers.” He whispered, pressing quick kisses on his lips.
“I love you too Bear.” He replied, smiling into the kisses. “But I also love eating so hurry up and get back to it.”
“Yes sir Captain Nivans! Right away!” Chris laughed, before pulling out the golden crispy chicken.
He had a lot to be thankful for, but the first thing that always appeared on the list… Piers’s survival.
