A prompt was given on the Den. Ken decided he wanted to play in the prompt!
Title: Hiding
Characters: Ken/Jess
Warning: bad language
He’d been so intent on Bill, that Ken hadn’t noticed Jess skulking behind him. He didn’t notice until he shifted his weight from one foot to the other and bumped right into the other man.
“Why are you hiding behind me? What did you do?” Ken looked around for their host. Lane had invited them over for a Thanksgiving dinner. Like everything Lane did, it was a lavish, grand affair. He’d invited all of the actors from the theater group he belonged to. The small Thanksgiving dinner became something more than Ken had thought it would be.
“What did I do? Fuck you. I didn’t do a damn thing. I don’t fucking hide.”
Ken waited. He knew that Jess often exploded with little provocation. Yet, after the explosion, he always felt remorse and calmed down. Then they could fix whatever the problem was. Ken knew he just had to keep eye contact and be patient. And he was rewarded.
“I’m sorry.”
“There it is.” Ken acknowledged Jess’s apology. “Thank you. Now, what’s going on. Why are you trying to melt into the woodwork?”
“One of the floofs was trying to get me to dance.” Jess’s eyes were filled with horror.
“Floof? What is a floof?” Ken’s eyes followed where Jess pointed. Seeing the large man so brightly dressed Ken understood why Jess called him a floof. Hell, the man was wearing a tiara and a pink feathered boa with a white suit. The man brought his hand up and gave a little wave with his fingers. Ken smiled and waved back. Turning to face Jess, Ken said, “He seems nice.”
Jess huffed. “Of course he’s nice. He’s just like Lane. Sweet and nice and nothing at all like me.”
Ken did not understand what Jess’s problem was. If the man was nice, then why was Jess hiding behind him. He couldn’t help it when he growled. “Then what’s the problem?”
“He came up and started dancing with me.” Then when Ken raised his eyebrow, Jess clarified. “It was that old Y.M.C.A song. I don’t dance. And I sure as hell don’t dance to that song.”
“Jess?”
Ken turned at Bill’s voice. He was startled to see Bill’s face had transformed. He’d gone from open and friendly to understanding and caring. He gave the tall, thin man a nod to continue.
“That’s Joux. He’s really nice and though it may not seem like it, he’s very shy,” Bill said.
Jess turned and looked at Joux. Then looked back at Bill with an incredulous look on his face.
Bill nodded his head. “Yes, he’s one of Lane’s friends from the theater group. But he really is shy. On stage, you’d never think it, but that’s because he can be someone else. In the real-world setting, he’s very shy. I’d bet he reached out to you because you give off ‘stay away’ vibes. He must have mistaken that for shyness and just wanted to help.”
Ken had to bite his lip as Jess stood there opening and closing his mouth. He knew that his boy didn’t want to hurt anyone. Ken could see the indecision in Jess’s face.
Bill came to the rescue. “Come on. We’ll all go dance. That way, Joux gets a chance to dance and you don’t fill singled out.”
Grabbing Jess’s wrist, Ken pulled him along. He smiled to himself, he wasn’t having to pull too hard. Jess was a willing participant.
“Come on, Joux, this is a great song to dance to!” Bill called out and then started to move his lanky body.
Ken started dancing as well. His poor boy was doing his best to join in. His body was stiff, but he was dancing. As more and more of the men joined in, Ken was pushed closer to Jess. Leaning in, he growled in a low voice that he knew would shoot straight to Jess’s groin, “I’ll reward you tonight when we get home. You won’t need to worry about a tiara or a boa. You won’t be wearing anything except a red ass.”
Ken laughed out loud as Jess stumbled. If anyone had told him five years ago that they’d be having a holiday dinner with friends that ended in dancing, Ken would have thought they were crazy. Yet, here they were dancing with friends. He’d only make Jess suffer through one dance. Then he’d make their excuses and head home. The rest of the weekend would be spent in their home. Hiding together.
End
Warning: bad language
He’d been so intent on Bill, that Ken hadn’t noticed Jess skulking behind him. He didn’t notice until he shifted his weight from one foot to the other and bumped right into the other man.
“Why are you hiding behind me? What did you do?” Ken looked around for their host. Lane had invited them over for a Thanksgiving dinner. Like everything Lane did, it was a lavish, grand affair. He’d invited all of the actors from the theater group he belonged to. The small Thanksgiving dinner became something more than Ken had thought it would be.
“What did I do? Fuck you. I didn’t do a damn thing. I don’t fucking hide.”
Ken waited. He knew that Jess often exploded with little provocation. Yet, after the explosion, he always felt remorse and calmed down. Then they could fix whatever the problem was. Ken knew he just had to keep eye contact and be patient. And he was rewarded.
“I’m sorry.”
“There it is.” Ken acknowledged Jess’s apology. “Thank you. Now, what’s going on. Why are you trying to melt into the woodwork?”
“One of the floofs was trying to get me to dance.” Jess’s eyes were filled with horror.
“Floof? What is a floof?” Ken’s eyes followed where Jess pointed. Seeing the large man so brightly dressed Ken understood why Jess called him a floof. Hell, the man was wearing a tiara and a pink feathered boa with a white suit. The man brought his hand up and gave a little wave with his fingers. Ken smiled and waved back. Turning to face Jess, Ken said, “He seems nice.”
Jess huffed. “Of course he’s nice. He’s just like Lane. Sweet and nice and nothing at all like me.”
Ken did not understand what Jess’s problem was. If the man was nice, then why was Jess hiding behind him. He couldn’t help it when he growled. “Then what’s the problem?”
“He came up and started dancing with me.” Then when Ken raised his eyebrow, Jess clarified. “It was that old Y.M.C.A song. I don’t dance. And I sure as hell don’t dance to that song.”
“Jess?”
Ken turned at Bill’s voice. He was startled to see Bill’s face had transformed. He’d gone from open and friendly to understanding and caring. He gave the tall, thin man a nod to continue.
“That’s Joux. He’s really nice and though it may not seem like it, he’s very shy,” Bill said.
Jess turned and looked at Joux. Then looked back at Bill with an incredulous look on his face.
Bill nodded his head. “Yes, he’s one of Lane’s friends from the theater group. But he really is shy. On stage, you’d never think it, but that’s because he can be someone else. In the real-world setting, he’s very shy. I’d bet he reached out to you because you give off ‘stay away’ vibes. He must have mistaken that for shyness and just wanted to help.”
Ken had to bite his lip as Jess stood there opening and closing his mouth. He knew that his boy didn’t want to hurt anyone. Ken could see the indecision in Jess’s face.
Bill came to the rescue. “Come on. We’ll all go dance. That way, Joux gets a chance to dance and you don’t fill singled out.”
Grabbing Jess’s wrist, Ken pulled him along. He smiled to himself, he wasn’t having to pull too hard. Jess was a willing participant.
“Come on, Joux, this is a great song to dance to!” Bill called out and then started to move his lanky body.
Ken started dancing as well. His poor boy was doing his best to join in. His body was stiff, but he was dancing. As more and more of the men joined in, Ken was pushed closer to Jess. Leaning in, he growled in a low voice that he knew would shoot straight to Jess’s groin, “I’ll reward you tonight when we get home. You won’t need to worry about a tiara or a boa. You won’t be wearing anything except a red ass.”
Ken laughed out loud as Jess stumbled. If anyone had told him five years ago that they’d be having a holiday dinner with friends that ended in dancing, Ken would have thought they were crazy. Yet, here they were dancing with friends. He’d only make Jess suffer through one dance. Then he’d make their excuses and head home. The rest of the weekend would be spent in their home. Hiding together.
End
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