The Perfect Routine

This story is purely fiction and the author is not a professional dancer or involved in that world. Please forgive the dramatic licence in favour of some explicit male-on-male fun.



It was just as Nate’s eyes roved lower, that he realised the precision chiselled frame was turning in his direction. He had just enough time to size up a package that seemed to be as well proportioned as the rest of the new, ah face, before he managed to snap his eyes back upward.



Ewan had turned his million watt smile on Nate while saying "watch Nate closely. Do whatever he does. I can do that". The director seemed oblivious, but Nate got the message loud and clear.