male exotic dancers

Delitoonz |Word-Count: 730

Prompt: Exotic male dancer AU.

(WARNING: Slightly NSFW)

((Song I listened to while writing this, cuz I feel like that’s needed: For Your Entertainment by Adam Lambert))

Jon, or Delirious during work hours, danced like no fucking other. His body was captivating in every way possible, with the ways that it turned and moved in a symphony of intricate movements. He used this talent of his to his advantage and used it to pay off his lingering college funds. And truth be told, he loved his job, it was nice being able to finally show people what exactly he was made of.

So here he was now one stage, in the red tinted spotlight. Clad in his black spandex booty-shorts and faded navy blue Dr. Martens. This moment was his, he felt it in his bones.

He stood there; head bowed low waiting for the music to kick on. And once it did at the beginning beats before the vocals he looked up, making what he called ‘Pretty-Eyes’ to the crowd as he subtly searched through it. It always helped to have someone or something to focus on. So he caught the eye of a beautiful bearded man, choosing him as quickly as they met eyes.

He popped his chest in and out to the first set of lyrics, mouthing each word. He’s heard this song so many times while practicing this certain dance, he was going to perfect this if it was the last thing he did.

He slowly guided his body to the left, then advancing forward and to the right, leading with his hips as he did so. He continued to do this until he got near the end of the stage before bending his elbows, positioning his arms into an ‘X’ formation in front of his chest. He dragged them away from his chest, touching his own skin as he did so. He did his cute head roll, a look to his side, fluttering his eye lashes and smiling cheekily.

He turned in a circle, gyrating his hips in a pattern of a figure 8 then two rough thrusts to the one side and two more rough thrusts to the other side. His arms were behind his head gripping his own hair as he moved.

Jon sunk down to his knees, eyeing the man he’d looked at in the beginning only to see he was being eyed just as hard. He bit his lip, placing his palms on the stage, giving a buck of the hips and a few more after that.

He hopped up just as gracefully as his other movements, turned around, and strolled back down the stage. He gave a gentle wave and a toothy smile, walking backstage after the song ended. He could hear the crowd cheer and chant, his heart soaring with pride.

Jon got dressed back in his normal clothes. His clothes were baggy and layered since it was cold outside.

“Del, there’s a satisfied customer who rented room 13 who wants to see you.”

“Ok, thanks. I’ll be right there,” He grabbed his backpack and walked out into the common area.

He waved to the bartenders before walking down the large hallway of rentable rooms. In those rooms, private dances were bought along with little add-ons among other things.

He entered the assigned room, closing the door after him. Jon immediately met the gorgeous eyes of the man. He stared at this man during his entire routine; he couldn’t keep his eyes off of him.

“Hey there,” Jon smiled awkwardly, setting his bag down on the floor next to the door.

“Hey,” the man smiled back, “You’re an awfully good dancer.” Jon had heard the praise many times and of course it was great to hear, but it never made him weak at the knees like it did right now.

“Oh, thank you,” He placed his hand on the back of his neck, but remembered that this man was probably here for a reason. “So, what can I do you for?”

The man was confused, but recovered quickly, “I actually just wanted to ask if you’d possibly like to go one a date,”

Jon’s eyes widened.

“What? Seriously?”

“Yeah! I-I mean, if you want to of course.”

Jon smiled impossibly wider.

  “Sure, that’d be nice.” He nodded, “My name’s Jon by the way…”

“I’m Luke,” They shook hands. “And I hope to be seeing you again.”

“You will, trust me.” Jon winked making Luke laugh.

“Good.”