[ Convincing Aaron to attend the masquerade had been a bit of work, but it's absolutely worth it, if only to see him in a well-fitted suit again. It's been a long time, and a few hours in, Aaron is a little less on edge. Eric has been casting the dance floor quick, longing glances most of the evening as others danced the night away. Dressed in his own suit and mask, he doesn't stray too far from Aaron, but he does socialize with a glass of wine in hand nearby.
They've never really been in a position where they could dance in public without being judged for it, simply because of who they loved. He's still a bit uncertain about the sphere's community, though it's mostly because of previous experiences. Dancing had been reserved for the privacy of their own living room or the dark floors of the gay bars, and that hadn't really been their scene. Later in the night, Eric slides next to Aaron and slips his hand into his, lacing their fingers together. ]
II. and we're dancing through life
They've never really been in a position where they could dance in public without being judged for it, simply because of who they loved. He's still a bit uncertain about the sphere's community, though it's mostly because of previous experiences. Dancing had been reserved for the privacy of their own living room or the dark floors of the gay bars, and that hadn't really been their scene. Later in the night, Eric slides next to Aaron and slips his hand into his, lacing their fingers together. ]
Hey, handsome. How about a dance?