Let’s Do It

Dancing. That was Don’s next idea. In his old life, he wasn’t much of a dancer. Two left feet, he’d always joke. Now that he inhabited Xue Li’s body, though, dancing would come naturally. If he had to live with all these weird accidental behaviours, he might as well put them to use.

Don grabbed Mike’s phone and opened his music player, browsed for a minute, then picked a long, slow tune. Once the music started, he placed the phone on the table and looked at his best friend.

“It’s just a dance,” he said, beginning to sway to the beat. He took a step towards Mike. “Just a dance. We need to sell this thing. Forget about your buddy Don, forget about immigration. It’s just a dance with a pretty girl.”

Needing a little more liquid courage, the both drained their glasses, then stepped into each others arms. Don laid his head against Mike’s chest, feeling the warmth of his body. It was awkward. He had been hard on Mike for not giving it a try, but it was difficult for Don, too. He was dancing with his best friend. Taking a deep breath, remembering what the stakes were, he let go. The music drifted into him as he allowed his body to make the moves happen unconsciously.

Don’s hands began to softly rub Mike’s back. He’d never realized how broad Mike’s shoulders were until that very moment. He looked up into Mike’s eyes and they stared at each other as the song played. Don felt Mike’s hands start to explore, his hands getting lower and lower, coming to a rest in Don’s behind. Good, he thought, that’s the kind of thing that’ll convince them at the border.

He smiled and linked his arms around Mike’s neck, the way he’d seen girls dance with their boyfriends at the bars. His is drifted back to days when he and Mike would go bar hopping. Well, for Don it was always bar HOPING, since he was never as lucky with the ladies as Mike was. He would just HOPE that some of Mike’s charisma would rub off and he’d end up with a girl paying a little bit of attention to him. Those days, Don guessed, were gone. At least he still had his friend.

Mike’s tongue began to explore Don’s mouth as Don ran his fingers through Mike’s hair, holding his head tightly to his.

He quickly let go and stared wide-eyed at Mike. Where had that come from? When did they start doing that?!

“What the hell, Don,” Mike said, “I thought we were trying to get this right! Why did you stop?”

“I, uh, sorry,” Don said, shaken. He poured another glass of beer, took a swig, and stepped back into Mike’s arms. The song had changed. It now had a bit more of a beat to it, something with a groove. Don allowed his body to go with it. The moves were different. More showy. He felt that he was teasing Mike a lot more than he was before, which was fine. Maybe he could get a bit of space before he jumped back into what they were doing before.

It was a difficult balance, having the ability to be physical with Mike, while not allowing Xue Li’s body to take it too far. Maybe that was how lots of women felt. Maybe Don was getting a real taste of what a young woman like Xue Li would have had to do to make it in life. Don thought back to the sad life she had endured, all those details in her file. It’s too bad that she hadn’t lived and found a way to change the trajectory of her life.

Mike’s boner was pressing into Don’s rear end as Don ground into him. Mike’s hands were being held to Don’s breasts by Don’s own hands, giving him extra stabilization to press against his best friend even more aggressively. Mike began to groan from the feeling.

Again snapping out of the zone, Don jumped away and swore.

“Don!” Mike companied, covering his boner with his hands, “look, if this is too intense, let’s turn it down a notch and pick it up in the morning.”

“No!” Don stomped his foot, “I said I would do it, and I’m going to do it! I’m not going back to that woman’s life!”

He grabbed his glass and drained it again. He could really feel the affects of the **** now, the room having a bit of a spin to it, his feelings being quite close to the surface.

“Listen, Don. I think we’re moving too fast,” Don felt Mike’s hand on his back, “honestly, we can spend all day on this tomorrow. I know the timeline is tight, but it will be better in the morning.”

Don began to cry, burying his head in Mike’s chest. He was so scared. Xue Li’s life was a living hell. He had already lost so much, but the idea that he might lose everything he had left was terrifying. His friend wrapped his arms around him tightly as tears flowed down his face.

How long had it been since he’d had a good cry? Like a big one, where all the worry, all the stress began to leak out. He thought back and couldn’t remember. Mike’s tongue ran over Don’s tongue as they moaned into each other’s mouths. When Don was a boy, his mother would encourage good cries. She’d tell him that it was like a pressure valve, that you can’t be healthy without one every once and a while. Ripping each other’s clothes off, the pair fell onto the bed, still locked in a kiss. During his teenage years, his father had put a stop to the practice. It wasn’t manly enough, it wasn’t proper. Men cope, women cry. Don didn’t agree, but he didn’t argue either. Mike’s penis felt so big, so hot, as it stretched out Don’s aching need. Maybe he should address that with his dad, although he probably wouldn’t have the chance. How weird would it be having this young Chinese woman talking to him about his parenting technique.

Don began to scream in pleasure, bouncing up and down on Mike’s protruding manhood. His own orgasm was just creating with he felt Mike explode inside of him, causing his best friend to shake and spasm in pleasure. He collapsed onto his friend’s chest and smiled.

For a moment.

Then.

“What the fuck?!”