The choice of word was rather curious. Where he was from, nobody would describe a man as pretty, but Ian charted it up to cultural differences, with the otherâs foreign accent. He reached up with one hand, scratching the bridge of his move and avoiding the strangerâs eyes, a faint flush already marking his cheeks. An embarrassed chuckle rolled on his tongue, as the other manâs suggestion brought up an image that was both hilarious and indecent at the same time. Ian could only imagine the shock in his wifeâs face were the fantasy realized.
âDance? Like fancy dance? Not well, I donât think.â Swaying to the music he could manage, but that would likely be regarded unfavourable at events like this, where everyone seemed to spend their entire youth at a ballroom class. Ian cast his gaze over the crowd and caught his wifeâs eyes, and she waved a beckoning hand. Another presentation of the trophy husband it would seem. âSorry, duty calls.â Ian apologized with a tiny smile and made his way towards his wife, even though he would rather talk to the other man a little more. At least they could talk. All Janet would want from him was to be a pretty, albeit quiet, arm piece.
The evening dragged on slowly, until his wife announced she would be going to an after party with the ladies. That meant he could head home by himself, before her. That was good. Ian smiled to himself as he made his way towards the washroom, intending to leave after he was done. He had just pulled his zipper down when someone took the urinal next to his, and it was none other than the younger man he had been talking to earlier. âOh, hello.â
This was all too intoxicating. Cadence didnât even need the alcohol, just watching the manâs expressions was enough. Especially once a light flush colored those cheeks and the other let him keep going. No protest, no sharp no-homo comment....there might be some hope for this one. âLike fancy dance,â he agreed, having been intrigued by the line dancing comment but then the wife was beckoning him away and Cadence couldnât help the slight pout on his lips as his new toy was pulled away.
The rest of the night passed slowly, nobody else managing to catch his attention quite like he had, and the woman seemed to have come to her senses, keeping someone like that close for the rest of the night. It ended up a bust and now Cadence would have to go elsewhere to shake the restlessness under his skin but first he had to deal with the number of drinks heâd had throughout the night. He really hadnât even noticed whoâd walked in or who he walked up to - urinal etiquette and all - so he startled slightly once he registered that voice and that it was talking to him.
Awkward...or fate finally being kind? âOh, hello.â Cadence tossed back with an amused smile. âDuty called again, eh?â Grinning at his own joke, he did his business and then went to the sink, washing up, and deciding to try one more time since the universe had brought their paths together again. âYou guys heading home for the night or looking for somewhere else to go thatâs a little less stuffy for the remainder of the evening?â Cadence could think of a few off-the-beaten path places he could take them too that might be more cowboyâs style. Or at least places where he wouldnât mind running into them again.Â
