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High school, high school confidential~

CHARACTERS: Justin Taylor and Kurt Hummel
LOCATION: Wandering about the Tranquility
WARNINGS: Pole Dancing
SUMMARY: Justin shows Kurt the dance of his people and everyone is better for it.
NOTES: Uh, idk, poles (not the Polish kind, although I am one)

[ After it was decided that the Justin and Brian Show would be sharing their bar/nightclub space and music collection with the glee club in exchange for help finding said space, Justin wastes little time taking the teenagers up on their offer - not like there's really much else to do on the ship. Not finding Blaine immediately, he manages to snag Kurt and convince him he has nothing better to be doing than exploring some sparcely populated area of the ship looking for a good place to have a nightclub. Which is when Justin sees The Pole - just a semi-architecturally-decorative, mainly structural column.

And a possibly devious plot begins to form in his precious blond little head.

Kicking off with a sort of hop-skip, Justin does a short run for the pole and jumps at it, giving a quick spin before landing on the floor next to it (sans pelvis thrust), giving Kurt a slight eyebrow waggle. ]

You said you did a pole dance, right? You show me yours, I'll show you mine?

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[Honestly, Kurt isn't quite sure what this 'pole dancing' thing is all about. He's heard of it, sure--mostly from Sam--but never really understood what the big deal was about. So he doesn't think much of it when he grabs onto the pole and spins around a bit. There isn't anything sensual about it, just pure acrobatics.]

I'm a fair gymnast, I'd say. [He catches his breath, pleased with himself.]

[ Justin stands back and watches, not quite sure the younger teenager really gets what he's getting at with the whole pole dancing thing, so his smirk might be half 'I am proud of you dear' and half 'aren't you precious'. Though regardless, he gives a little round of golf-clapping. He taps a finger against a lip and gives a slow meander on up, considering. ]

So, when I say 'pole dance', what's the first thing that comes to mind to you? Just. Off the top of your head.

A pole? [He knows when he's being messed with, and it makes him frown. But he sucks at lying.] Chafed hands?

[His hands are burning a bit from that little endeavor, but thankfully he has some lotion on him. Never leave home without it. He puts some on, rubbing it into his palms before offering some to Justin.]

[ He purses his lips to the side, watching this whole lotion thing occur and tries very hard to ignore the urge to pinch Kurt's cheeks and call him adorable. He gives a quick shakes of his head and holds up a finger to indicate 'in a minute'. He needs the friction on his palms for a second.

He pulls his CD player from his pocket and goes about setting it up on the floor, turning up the volume all the way so the headphones will act more like speakers, all this while he speaks. ] So, I'm taking it you've never really been to a nightclub before? Not the kind with dancers and stuff, right?

I've been to a club before. [He says this rather defensively, crossing his arms.] I mean, it didn't have poles, but I hardly think that negates its legitimacy.

[He watches Justin carefully, curious as to where this is going.]

[ There's a short laugh and he shakes his head. ] It does for what I'm talking about.

[ He presses play and a song starts up (because pole dancing without music is just awkward) before walking over to the pole, wrapping an arm around it. ] This is the kind of pole dancing I'm used to. [ And he proceeds to pretty much do this, minus Emmett's hour and 45 minute romance and the stripping. Okay, well, a jacket gets tossed off, but that's pretty much it.

Y E P. Welcome to the skanky life. ]

[Welp.

Kurt just sort of stares in awe as Justin dances, his cheeks bright pink. That looks...difficult. Well no, not difficult, not in terms of maneuverability, but... Well, Kurt's moved sort of like that before for performances, but never with the purpose of titillating anyone, and that's clearly what Justin has used this dance for in the past.

When Justin finishes it takes a second for Kurt's brain to catch up. Unsure how to respond, he just claps rather daintily, eyes as wide as saucers.]

B-bravo!

[ Oh Kurt, you are just heartbreakingly adorable. Justin gives a flourishing bow before he bites a lip in a smile and paces over. Holding out his hands for that lotion now, the smile turning a little cheeky, and he raises his brow at him, head tilting curiously. ]

If you teach me your version, I'll teach you mine.

Edited 2012-05-20 06:29 (UTC)

Um, well-- My version wasn't really...

[Trailing off, he deposits some lotion into Justin's hands, then bites his lip.]

Um... Does your boyfriend like it? Brian? Or-- I'm not quite sure how to refer to him, since your relationship is-- [He turns redder.] Well, unconventional, as he said. Does he, though?

[ Another laugh as he nods a thanks for the lotion. ] Go ahead and say boyfriend. It'll piss him off.

[ And that's always fun. As he picks his CD player up from the group, he shoots Kurt back a smirk - the sly kind of 'hi, I've had men twice my age stuffing cash into my underwear' kind of smirk. ] And Brian? He loves it.

[Hmmm.

Hmmmmm.

He isn't sure if Blaine will like it--he'd never asked, obviously--but maybe it would be nice to try something new. It would certainly take his boyfriend's mind off the horrible things the fear gas had done.]

I suppose there's no harm in learning.

[ Justin lights up with a big grin because corrupting young, budding homos is a favorite pastime he may or may not have learned from Brian, but regardless, this should be fun. So the CD player is getting popped back down and turned to shuffle to just play whatever off his club mix CD and he gives Kurt a crooked 'come here, you' finger as he moves towards the pole. ]

Knowledge is power and seduction gets you miles. You'll thank me.

[Kurt dutifully goes to stand by the pole, gripping it tentatively and waiting for instruction.]

I'm always looking to expand my arsenal. Now what should I do first?

[ He'll walk over and eye the awkward stance before giving instruction. ]

It's mostly in the hips - you've pelvic thrusted before, right? It's in dance everywhere. Roll your hips a lot and making actual is fine. You want anyone watching to wish they're that pole, right? Listen to the rhythm of the song and sway your hips with it like you're some really sexy, high functioning clock, right?

[ He comes up behind him and puts a hand at his lower back, pushing his spine into an arch without warning. It's hands on training okay ] Arch your back, [ a light kick to the inside of his feet ] spread your legs out more, [ a yank downward on a beltloop ] dip.

Try it.

[Kurt squeaks as Justin gets hands-on, blushing, then attempts the maneuver. It's surprisingly easy. Moving his hips comes naturally-- Really, this isn't all that hard.

Except that it's, well... He can act sexy when he's not trying. When he's trying...that's different. Still--this is just a rehearsal, so he manages a few moves just fine.]

How's that?

[ Justin gives a cat-call style whistle as he watches Kurt's attempt. ]

Pretty good, pretty good. Look less terrified and awkward, though. You are the hottest fucking thing in this room and you could have any piece of ass you wanted with a wave of your finger, okay? [ He twitches a suggestive eyebrow up for a moment, smirking. ] Try again.

[The words sink in, and Kurt takes a deep breath. Okay. Let's do this.]

Put on a different song?

[He turns toward the pole, reaching out to grip it, and takes a deep breath. He closes his eyes and thinks of Blaine watching him. It makes his heart speed up a little, and he nods.] Okay. Turn it up.

[ Seeing that Kurt seems to have something in mind, he'll do as asked and pace on over to the cd player, change the song, and jack the volume up before he takes a seat to watch. ]

[Kurt takes a deep breath, then starts dancing. He focuses on the beat, moving his body and pushing through the self-consciousness that threatens to slow him down.

You are the hottest fucking thing in the room. It's difficult to believe that. No one's ever said that to him before. But it encourages him as he grinds his hips and works the pole like there's no tomorrow, just doing what comes naturally.

Justin's from a different world that he is--not literally, but just in terms of who they are. Kurt is a shy little boy from Ohio, but that's not the case anymore. He's out in the world now, and he can be just as confident and sexy as Justin is, right?

He finishes with flourish, spinning around the pole acrobatically before finally opening his eyes. He'd almost forgotten where they were for a second there.]

G-good? [He pants, breathless and exhilarated.]

[ Kurt is phenomenal, a natural, the best student Justin's ever had - not that he's had many, but if he did, he'd be sure Kurt would be one of the best.

He gives a loud cat-call and claps before pantomiming the throwing of bills at him. As he gets up from his spot, he approaches him, grinning. Because he doesn't have any cash on him, a receipt for condoms and cigarettes is pulled from his jacket pocket and stuffed into Kurt's waistband. ] Beautiful.

[ and he gets a little peek on his cheek for the job well done and a quick ass-slap before Justin's turning to collect his cd player. Okay, Brian's not the only pig here, okay? w/e w/e ]

[It's almost as if Kurt had momentarily transformed into a completely different person during the dance--and changed back again afterward. Blushing furiously, he takes the receipt out of his waistband and hands it back.]

That's--quite unnecessary. Anyway, this is just for Blaine, I'd-- I'd never actually... Not in public.

[The kiss made him blush, but the ass-slap makes him uncomfortable. He doesn't like being treated that way, he realizes, and wouldn't like being ogled at by men who aren't Blaine. It doesn't make him feel confident or sexy. It just makes him feel...cheap.]

[ And this is why you date Blaine and not Justin, bb :'| This is his life. He takes no note of the complaint and acts as if he was as casual as a pat on the shoulder - as it is for where he's from. But Justin isn't so innocent that he doesn't realize it's not something the kid is used to, he's just sort of a prick sometimes.

But he moves on from it, not mentioning it as he tosses a look over his shoulder while collecting the CD player ]

I would. I did. For a few weeks while I tried to pay for college. [ He gives a shrug like it's not big thing. You do what you have to do. ] The money's great but the people are sleazy.

Edited (fjdklsfa so many typos omfg) 2012-05-22 16:35 (UTC)

How did it make you feel?

[He's curious about this, since Justin seems to have no reservations about it at all. It's amazing how much Justin reminds him of a smaller, gayer Sam Evans.]

Wasn't it... I don't know, embarrassing?

[ There's a nonchalant shrug ] The actual work? No. I felt hot. I was hot.

[ Le smirk. His smug confidence knows no rival. Don't you judge him based on hair. Justin totally rocked the Bieber cut before Sam Evans even dreamed of it. But also yes. That. His tone loses a little of the smugness though and he looks down to pick at the side of the CD player idly. ]

It was my boss and what I was asked to do to keep making good wages that I wasn't so happy with. [ He does, actually, have limits. And sexual favors for a dancing on the bar and getting underhand drugged up at parties are that limit. ]

I don't know. I don't think I'd be comfortable choosing it as a profession. I guess I'm not quite as...confident as you are.

[He was going to ask what those things were that Justin was asked to do, but he refrains. Honestly, he doesn't really want to know.]

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