Lane was insistent that he play in this challenge! And Bill was very happy he did!
Title: Blue Moon Turn Red
Characters: Bill/Lane
Challenge: Mooning
Sir Elton laid on the bed as Lane preened in front of the
mirror. He twisted this way and that,
making sure the lines of the pants were just right. Turning around, Lane looked over his shoulder
at this backside. Giving a little shimmy
of his butt, he looked at the cat and said, "Ok, Sir Elton, let's rehearse
the finale."
After rehearsing several times to the indifference of the cat,
Lane was satisfied. Giggling, he fanned
his face. "I'm so flushed and the
night hasn't even begun! Bill is surely
in for a surprise."
Lane knew Bill would be at the club even though they hadn't made
an official date. A couple weeks ago,
Bill had surprised Lane by being at the karaoke club. Lane had sung a special song just for the
artist. Now each Thursday night, both
men gravitated to the club and spent the evening talking. Lane would sing and Bill would smile and
enjoy the show. The flirting and teasing
was all well and good, but Lane freely admitted he was at the age that he
didn't want to go through all the posturing.
He was ready to take the flirting into the bedroom and act on it! He could only hope that his finale would give
the other man a push in the right direction.
"Ciao, Sir Elton," Lane chattered as he swept out of
the bedroom. "Now, don't wait up,
Elton. I've left extra food and water
for you. Your potty box is fresh. With
luck, I'll see you tomorrow."
Lane skipped down the stairs and out the front door. Getting into his car, he plugged his phone
into the radio. He'd go over the song a
few times to make sure he got his timing just perfect. Even though there was a
chill in the air, Lane left the window of his car opened a few inches. His excitement coupled with his complexion gave
his cheeks a ruddy color. Not the look
he wanted to present tonight.
Traffic wasn't bad as he drove through town. The after work rush had gone already and
Thursday nights didn't have the traffic a Friday night usually had. That was probably why Bill met him. Bill wasn't anti-social, but didn't like the
large crowds of the nightlife. The two
men would usually have a few wings and drinks before Bill would get on stage.
Pulling into the parking lot, Lane saw Bill's truck. Butterflies started a major migration, or at
least that's what it felt like, Lane thought to himself. Thinking back, he
couldn't remember a time he'd been so nervous.
He was usually filled with brash and boldness. He didn't know what it was about the tall
artist, but he felt like a teenager going on his first date.
After parking the car, he rolled up the window, and took a deep
breath. Glancing at himself in the rear
view mirror, he said, "This is it, boy.
Go get your man."
Lane knew exactly where Bill would be sitting. They always sat in front of the small stage,
just a little off center. Bill had told
him that he liked watching him preform, liked watching him strut around. The man of Lane's dreams had even told him he
liked watching his 'tail feathers' wiggle when he pranced around on stage.
Lane giggled uncontrollably.
Trying to get himself under control, he thought to himself, Bill will
get an eye full tonight of his 'tail feathers'.
Walking into the club, Lane's giggles came to an abrupt end. He met Bill's eyes. Suddenly the butterflies from earlier turned
into dancing elephants. He didn't know
if there was anyone else in the club.
All he could see was Bill.
The elephants in his stomach decided to invite their friends and
stampede. Lane had never been as nervous as he was at this moment. Knowing he'd not be able to eat or hold a
conversation until after his show, Lane walked up to the table Bill was sitting
at, grabbed the beer in front of the other man, and took a large gulp. Grimacing at the taste, he sat the bottle
down and marched to the stage.
"Lane?"
Lane ignored the question that followed him. Stepping up, he quickly choose the song,
picked up the microphone, and started singing.
Blue moon
You saw me standing alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
Nerves were evident in his voice as he started, but soon, he
started swaying to the song.
Blue moon
You knew just what I was there for
You heard me saying a prayer for
Someone I really could care for
Lane strolled from one end of the small stage to the other,
nerves completely gone.
And then there suddenly appeared before me
The only one my arms will hold
I heard somebody whisper please adore me
And when I looked to the moon it turned to gold
Blue moon
Now I'm no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
And then there suddenly appeared before me
The only one my arms will ever hold
I heard somebody whisper please adore me
And when I looked the moon had turned to gold
Walking over to be directly in front of the table Bill was
sitting at, Lane gave him a mischievous smile.
He was gearing up for the finale.
Blue moon
Now I'm no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
Blue moon
Now I'm no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
Belting out the last verse of the song, Lane put the microphone
back in its stand, winked at Bill, and turned around. Before the last note died away, he dropped
his pants and mooned the audience.
The sound of Bill's booming laughter had Lane giggling to
himself. Just as he pulled up his
trousers, but before he could turn around, he was swept up in wiry arms.
"Eek," Lane squeaked out. He was jostled about until he was over a bony
shoulder in a fireman hold. Once
settled, he felt a sharp slap to his backside.
"Little bird, it's time I took you home," Bill said as
he carried Lane out of the club. "But first, I think I need to turn that
blue moon red!"
Lane didn't offer one word of protest. Letting the tall man carry him out, Lane gave
a secret smile. They hadn't had a chance
to eat their usual Thursday night fare, but he knew his hunger would be
satisfied tonight.
End
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