Chapter 2
Bruno sauntered causally over to Craig.
"So, what did you think of the dances?" He purred, placing a hand on Craig's upper arm.
He could feel the muscle underneath Craig's tight suit and he licked his lips, his heart beating faster.
"I thought the show was very good", Craig said evenly, his usual hint of sarcasm or criticism (Bruno couldn't decide which) reflecting in his voice.
Inwardly, Bruno groaned.
He wanted Craig to want him as much Bruno did. It was hard knowing what Craig wanted, he always seemed so hard and emotionless.
Gently, Bruno traced his hand down Craig's arm, trying to provoke some sort of reaction.
He received none, and sighed heavily.
Craig raised an eyebrow.
"Something you'd like to say?"
It was now or never.
"Yes, actually," Bruno began, raising his dark brown eyes to meet Craig's.
"I was thinking, that maybe, I can put on an even better show."
Craig looked down at him, seeming even more emotionless than before, "well then."
He paused, and Bruno almost thought he was going to deny his offer, turn his back and walk away.
"Why don't you show me," Craig said coldly.
Bruno's heart leapt.
Never mind the fact that Craig seemed so distant, this is what he wanted. He wanted to install a kind of warmth into the younger man. To have him feel some kind of affection towards him.
He knew Craig well enough by now to know that he didn't really do 'one-night stands'.
Darcey glanced over towards Bruno and Craig.
They were walking off the ballroom together, barely talking, Craig following Bruno wordlessly.
She frowned, but was then reminded of the younger girl next to her.
"Oh God, Darcey, I look like such a mess," Joanne whispered miserably.
"Oh Jo," Darcey sighed, "you're not a mess, you're stunning."
Joanne didn't reply, and Darcey gently combed the blonde's hair, admiring the colour and the softness of it.
She watched Joanne's shoulders heave and shudder, the last of her tears subsiding.
"Are you ready to go home Jo?" She asked softly, her eyes creasing slightly in fondness.
"Yes, I think so Darcey", Joanne murmured.
Slowly, Darcey stood up, helping Joanne to stand.
"I'll just go and give my dress back to the costume department," Joanne said.
"Oh, no, don't bother, I can drop it by tomorrow."
"Are you sure Darcey? I don't want to have to be anymore trouble to you than I already am." She watched Joanne's forehead furrow, concerned.
"Jo, you're never any trouble, don't worry."
The younger girl smiled.
Darcey lead Joanne out of the building and into the cold night air.
She saw Joanne shiver, and thought how vulnerable she looked. It worried her.
"Here," Darcey said, "have my coat."
Joanne tried to protest but the older woman had already wrapped the coat around her thin arms.
They reached Joanne's car.
"I'll drive us," Darcey announced, before Joanne could argue otherwise, "you're in no state to drive."
Joanne smiled gratefully, this time not complaining, and slipped into the passenger seat next to Darcey.
Darcey turned the engine on, and then the hot air.
Joanne reached for her seat belt with trembling hands, fumbling desperately.
"Hey," Darcey whispered.
Joanne looked up at her, exhaustion clear in her eyes. Darcey had almost forgotten how tough it was to dance non-stop without breaks.
"Let me strap you in."
Joanne opened her mouth but Darcey shook her head, placing a slim finger to the blonde's lips, silencing her.
Joanne's blue eyes widened, and Darcey reached over her body fastening the seat beat for her.
Joanne tried to conceal her gasp as Darcey's hand brushed her breasts.
Darcey pulled back, worried, "you okay Jo?"
Joanne tried to smile, "yes, yes, sorry, I'm fine."
"You know," Darcey murmured, looking at Joanne, "you can tell me if something's the matter."
"Thanks Darce, likewise."
Darcey smiled and then she began to drive to Joanne's house.
Bruno closed his dressing room door.
Craig stood in the centre of the room, leaning on a nearby sofa.
"So," he sneered slightly, "are you going to wow me with your performance?"
Bruno swallowed nervously.
He'd fucked a lot of people, sure, but none as intimidating as Craig.
Craig smiled to himself.
He liked the worried reaction he was getting from Bruno, it was so unlike his usual extravagance, yet it was so arousing, seeing him out of his comfort zone, and so vulnerable.
Bruno didn't move, he seemed fixed to the spot, biting his lip nervously.
Outwardly, Craig sighed, but inwardly, this was just what he wanted.
"Fine," Craig said swiftly, "I'll show you not waste my time."
"Craig?" Bruno stammered, confused.
"Turn around, face the wall, strip." He ordered.
Bruno did as he was told, sensing that Craig was not in the mood for arguing, and let his trousers drop. Then he removed his shirt, and stood completely naked.
"Turn back round."
He turned to face Craig, realising that he too, was naked.
He tried to hide his gasp, Craig was a lot bigger and had a lot more muscle than Bruno had ever expected.
He felt his cock stiffen slightly.
Craig smirked at the reaction he was getting from Bruno. He too, however, was in awe of Bruno's body. He was so tanned and so oddly beautiful.
Craig felt an undeniable want to make Bruno his.
"Face the wall again." Craig instructed, and Bruno did, welcoming the harsh cold of it.
He pressed himself against it, moulding his body into the pale wall, the colour contrasting his tanned skin.
Without warning, Craig pushed roughly into Bruno, and Bruno cried out in shock.
"Not expecting that?" Craig whispered in a low, husky voice.
The tone of it sent shivers down Bruno's spine.
"You're... so big!" He gasped, fighting for breath.
Craig curled his fingers into Bruno's brown hair, pulling his head back roughly.
Bruno moaned, sending vibrations through Craig's cock, making him clench his teeth in an effort not to start thrusting into Bruno.
Craig tightened his grip on Bruno, causing him to flinch.
"You dirty little slut," he murmured, "you like my big cock don't you."
Bruno's cheeks are flushed, "yes,"
He admitted, "Craig, I love it."
"Good," Craig replied curtly, "because you're going to get a lot more of it."
"It's just here," Joanne told Darcey.
Darcey pulled the car over to rest on the pavement, and Joanne admired the older woman's focused eyes and jawline.
Darcey had been to Joanne's house once before, they had both gotten extremely drunk and had probably said things they shouldn't have. Nevertheless, neither of them could remember what had happened anyway, and Darcey had gone home the next morning with an awful hangover.
This time, she was determined not to drink too much, if any.
Darcey got out of the car, followed by Joanne, and the younger girl unlocked the door, letting them both inside.
Stepping through the door, Darcey smiled.
Joanne's house had always felt like home to her. It had a very comforting presence and it smelt of Joanne.
Her Joanne.
"I'll make some sandwiches or something," Darcey volunteered, approaching the cupboard.
"No no, it's alright Darcey!" Joanne protested.
Darcey turned to look at her, "aren't you hungry, darling?"
"Yes, I suppose I am," she admitted.
"There you go then!" Darcey grinned.
She began to cut some bread, and Joanne eyed her from her place on the sofa.
She was so unconsciously beautiful. Every movement Darcey did was beautiful to her, and everything she said.
'No!' Joanne thought. She shouldn't be thinking of Darcey like that. Darcey was one of the judges. Hell, she shouldn't even be a friend of hers!
But somehow, the two had developed a friendly relationship.
They were friends.
That was all.
Yet, somehow, Joanne could not help but be attracted to the older woman.
She was sure that Darcey did not like her back.
And that was fine, wasn't it?
At least, it would have been fine, if Joanne wasn't quite so besotted with Darcey.
She was drawn out of her thoughts as Darcey sat down next to her on the sofa and handed her a plate.
She murmured her thanks to Darcey, who smiled.
There was a silence during which both women began to eat.
Craig had Bruno trapped against the wall, breathing hard and frantically.
Craig's big cock pushed in and out of Bruno, and Craig was pounding him hard into the wall, almost crushing him.
"You're so tight!" Craig grunted loudly.
Both men had lost control, and were teetering on the edge.
Craig was no longer sarcastic and cold, Bruno no longer showy and bright.
He moaned loudly, yelling Craig's name, and he came, his tanned legs shaking, head thrown backwards.
Craig came a few seconds later, panting heavily.
He flipped Bruno around to face him and kissed him full on the lips, almost suffocating him with his wild tongue, trying to explore every inch of Bruno's mouth.
Bruno moaned into the kiss, enjoying the feel of Craig's lips on his.
They broke away, Bruno gasping.
"Well I thought you coped with the routine quite well actually Bruno," Craig said, a little sarcastically, but with a wink.
Bruno grinned, slightly dazed.
"Lie with me?" He asked hopefully.
Craig was about to deny him, say he had things to do, but he hesitated, and then smiled.
"Yes, I will actually."
Bruno smiled back, taking his hand and walking over to the bed.
"Are you feeling a little better now?" Darcey asked gently.
"Yes, thank you Darcey," Joanne replied.
"No problem."
Joanne let Darcey pick up the plates and take them to the dishwasher.
"Wine?" Joanne suggested.
'To hell with it!' Thought Darcey, 'screw not getting drunk.'
"Sure," she said enthusiastically.
Joanne grabbed two bottles of red wine and put them on the table in front of the sofa.
Darcey joined her and watched the younger girl's delicate hands carefully pour two glasses each.
She smiled, sitting back as Joanne handed her the drink.
"Cheers!"
Their glasses clinked together and they both sipped their wine, the liquid warming their insides up. A faint flush rushed to Joanne's cheeks and Darcey smiled.
She looked beautiful.
Darcey noticed the tension in Joanne's posture and frowned.
"Relax," Darcey murmured, and her voice was so intoxicating that Joanne's eyes felt heavy.
"Why don't you turn your back to me?" Darcey asked softly, "I'll massage you if you'd like."
Joanne nodded powerless, and moved herself so that Darcey could access her back.
Darcey gently moved her fingers through Joanne's back, trying to probe out any knots.
Joanne couldn't help but let out a small moan, causing Darcey to shift her position slightly.
Her hands rested on a slight lump, and Darcey teased it out carefully. She felt Joanne's back slump, relaxed.
"Jo?"
"Hmm?" Came the slightly dazed reply.
"You want more wine?"
"Go for it."
Darcey willingly refilled Joanne's glass, hoping the liquid would smooth and relax her further.
"Mind if I quickly put some music on?" Darcey asked.
"No, course not Darce."
The older woman left the younger, and Joanne felt a sudden loss of her presence.
"Darcey?" She called.
Darcey came hurrying back into the room, armed with her phone.
"You okay Jo?" Care was evident in her voice.
"Yes -" then she stopped herself, "no."
Darcey sat herself opposite the blonde, her hands on Joanne's shoulders. "Why not?"
Joanne shrugged. "When you left me just then, just for two seconds, I missed you, it hurts."
A flash of recognition crossed Darcey's features.
"Joanne, you're not supposed to feel anything towards me."
Joanne looked down at the sofa, "I know."
"But that doesn't stop me from feeling anything towards you, Jo."
Darcey watched her blue eyes shoot upwards trying to find hers, to see if there is a trace of a lie.
"Jo?" Darcey looked at her searchingly.
"Yes Darce?"
"I", Darcey looked downwards, trying to find the courage.
"I love you," she said quietly.
Joanne gasped in disbelief.
Darcey took her hands from Joanne's shoulders, hiding her face from the blonde, hands over her eyes.
Darcey felt Joanne's beautiful hands softly peeling her hands away from her face.
"Look at me?" The younger girl asked it more as a question, and Darcey was compelled to raise her brown eyes to meet Joanne's.
"Darcey, I love you too."
Joanne saw disbelief cross Darcey's face, and she smiled. "I mean it Darcey."