his body would feel pressed against mine, as I kissed him with his back turned toward the barre. My mind continued to race as I tried to imagine how Patrick’s lips tasted, what his neck would feel like against my mouth, what his moans would sound like when I ran my hand across his cock, teasing him.
Fuck.
I wanted to hear him beg for more. I wanted to hear Patrick pleading for me to touch him, pleading for me to play with his cock until he came in my palm—
“You’re early.” Patrick’s voice interrupted my R-rated daydream. “But at least you showed up.”
“What made you think I wouldn’t?”
“Because you’re bad at it.”
“And you think I’m a quitter?”
“I think guys like you are quick to quit when they’re not the best in the room,” Patrick suggested. “But that’s not your fault. You just get so used to everyone kissing your ass, it’s hard to see yourself fail.”
“I thought we already went over how you don’t know me and shouldn’t be judging me like you do?”
“And I thought we already figured out that I do know you, Hunter Perry.” Patrick sighed as he tilted his head back and forth, seemingly stretching out his neck. “All right. Are you ready to get started, then?”
“Sure. What did you want to start with?”
“We should work on your stretches, get some flexibility going. Honestly, without that part, the whole dancing thing is going to keep being pretty hard for you.”
“Stretches like what?”
“Stretches like this,” Patrick said, placing his hands on either side of the barre behind him. He then slowly went into a full split, gracefully lowering himself to the floor, until his thighs were spread wide open.
Holy hell.
It took everything in me to not imagine Patrick just as gracefully twisted up in my bedsheets, his flexibility being front and center as we spent the night tangled in each other’s arms.
“How are you at the splits?” Patrick asked.
“I don’t… I haven’t really tried to do anything like that since I was a kid,” I stammered through my response, my brain on the verge of short-circuiting.
“Okay, then. Go up to the barre.” Patrick pointed behind him as he lifted himself away from the floor.
I followed his instructions, making my way over to the barre. Patrick then grabbed for my leg, and I instinctively moved away from his touch, not expecting the sudden connection.
“Sorry. I should’ve asked,” Patrick apologized. “I’m just so used to working with my students—”
“You can touch me if you want.” My phrase came out shaky. “I just… I just wasn’t expecting you to do that.”
“I just wanted to make sure you put your leg up correctly,” Patrick explained. “I wouldn’t want you stretching out the wrong way and getting hurt before we even get started.”
“Right. Yeah.” I nodded in understanding.
“Don’t worry. I’m just going to touch you long enough to make sure everything is right…” Patrick’s words trailed off as he reached for my leg again. He then set my leg up on the barre, with the very tip of my toe against its lower level, my knee still bent at the middle.
“You don’t want me to fully extend my leg?” I asked, a little confused by my current pose.
“If I wanted you to fully extend your leg, I would have fully extended your leg.” Patrick grinned. “This is how we train your body as a beginner. If you tried going into a full-split, you’d definitely pull something.” Patrick took a moment to eye me up and down before he spoke again. “How does that feel?”
“I feel fine.” I shrugged. “Just a bit awkward standing here like this.”
“Good. Fine is good.” Patrick motioned with his hand. “Okay. Now, turn around. Face the barre. You can set your leg down.”
I hastily did as I was told, shifting into the next position.
“All right. Now, fully extend your back leg as far as you can into the air behind you. And with your front leg, stand on the balls of your feet.”
Again, I followed Patrick’s instructions, my legs soon exactly where he wanted them.
“Hold position.” It was all he said as he watched me in the mirror, our eyes meeting in the reflection of the glass.
“For how long?”
“For as long as you can.”
“Uh…”
“Raise one of your arms, too. Try to keep it level with your waist,” he added. “That should help.”
“Help with what?”
“Everything.”
“Okay…” I raised my arm away from my side, my leg on the ground threatening to wobble as I went through with the motion. For the