Dance Class Chapter 7/?

[Nemo1972]

Dance Class - Jamie

I am so not enjoying my job. Don’t get me wrong, it’s everything I wanted. I felt as lucky as anything when I walked into the role straight out of university. The gym / health club is quite new and there are so many great facilities. I get to do so much more than just the personal trainer role I had as a student. No – that’s not the problem, the problem is Rob.

That makes it sound so trivial, but it’s the truth, and I’m just not coping. Here’s the thing – Rob. Where to begin? He is just a bit older than me and has been working at the gym for longer than I have. Effectively he’s my line manager. He’s a trained dancer by trade, running a lot of the studio classes. For a while he’s been running a Latin class three times a week and he’s definitely a hit with the ladies! His physique is toned and honed from years of dancing. His hair, a bit long over his eyes, is highlighted and seems to need endless flicking. Not withstanding the looks, he’s such a charmer. He oozes confidence and appeal. He’s kind and supportive, funny and engaging.

So why is he my issue? Why is he bringing me to my knees? Here’s the thing – he’s the most allergic person I’ve ever met. Now I’m not being mean and hating someone over their sneezes - and boy does he sneeze a lot. The air con can set him off, the perfume of the ladies (and gents) who Latin, the flowers Rachel has on her desk in reception, the vases and their contents on the tables in the café. You name it, and he will sneeze at it. So what? I’m honestly not hating, but I am tortured. Why? Well, it turns me on… I have this sneeze fetish thing, and to watch this composed, suave, elegant and sexy man come undone just does something to me.

The hitches, the flaring nostrils, the desperation in his eyes as a fit takes him... Then the witnessing of the powerful releases consuming the fittest man I know just blows me away.

Now it didn’t always used to be such a thing. I used to be able to watch him from afar. I would enjoy his solo gym sessions watching him squat and stretch and work his perfectly sculpted body. I used to take a glance through the studio door at his Latin classes watching his fluid movements, his love for the dance and ultimately wishing it was my hips he was guiding. I enjoyed him raking his hand through his hair as it mussed up through the dance, I loved his confidence and his sexy laugh. I’d not really seen the sneezing. No, this was a recent thing.

It started when it was announced that the “Latin Ladies” were entering an amateur comp. I had been asked to get involved – help Rob with the class, sort the admin side that sort of thing. I was incredibly nervous the first time I had to push the door open and enter the class rather than peeping through the glass.

Rob was in his element demonstrating his choreography. The class stood watching, savouring his technique. I stood just off to the side and slightly behind him watching his hips in their fluid motion. Then, in the mirror, I saw the first tell tale signs flit across his face. Firstly, the creasing across his forehead, and a slight flare of his nostrils. A delicate hitch and a subtle pressing of his finger to his nose. Goodness knows what was setting him off, but I was captivated. For a moment, he successfully halted the urge, and I watched his face relax. “Ok” he called “Let’s see what we’ve got. From the top 5,6, 7… NGTK ch uh” he stifled. “Ssorr -uh- uh rry I need to -uh , uh” and with that he gave up trying to talk with a gentle moan. , he sneezed again. The class and I waited for the sneezing to end. Huu aaaeesstchew he continued and I didn’t know I was counting but we were now up to about fifteen. I have never felt so conflicted. I could feel his embarrassment and frustration, but boy was I hard for him, with each desperate hitch, sneeze and sigh my ache grew. I was glad I had worn loose trousers.

Hhhehhh – hehh – hehhhhassstchew

Rob sneezed for the umpteenth time as I revelled in his release. “Maybe let’s take 5 I said to the class”

As the class moved to the side Rob mouthed a watery thank you at me and he hurried out of the studio. I followed, more to ease my own discomfort than anything. I didn’t bank on finding Rob in the staff bathroom. “I’m so sorry” he mumbled as he saw me. His nose was red, and his eyes were watery. My confident, self-assured crush was in pieces. I adjusted myself down below and thought I saw his eyes flit to my crotch. I splashed some cold water on my face, and watched Rob do the same.

“I think...” he said “I think we might need to get you up to scratch on the routine so you can pick up the slack if… when… that happens again. Bloody allergies” he sniffed.

“Seriously?” I asked, “I’m no dancer but I’m game for a challenge!” Rob laughed – an infectious, throaty laugh that had me on the rise again.

“Jamie,” he said, “I can run you through some basic steps, and the choreo.” He looked me up and down “I’m sure we can get those hips moving” he smirked.

With that we returned to class. I watched him schmooze the ladies, all the time I was keeping half an eye on his face, wondering if I’d be treated to round two. Not tonight though. Class finished and afterwards he smacked me on the shoulder playfully “9am tomorrow?” he asked, “I’ll run you through the routine and we’ll see what you can do!” Once again, I wondered if he was checking me out.

At home that evening I thought over the class. I felt myself grow hard again as I replayed the sneezing. It was almost pornographic, and it didn’t take me long to find my own relief. After, as I thought about my schedule for tomorrow, I began to worry. I couldn’t cope if that happened again. What if he sneezed again? What if he didn’t? How would I maintain my composure, my professional work relationship with him feeding my fetish so perfectly?

Lying in bed I thought again about those sneezes. The gentle hitches, the delicate ‘chew’ his sighs and moans. They were almost my perfect thing – if only that light spray would mist across me as he lost it rather than into his elbow. With that I was back busy with my hand again. My release this time wasn’t quite so fulfilling however, and I drifted off to sleep feeling empty and desperate. Maybe things would be better tomorrow.

“Morning Jamie” Rob sang as I entered the studio the next morning. He was playing the dance track and half-heartedly moving through the routine. I put my bag down at the side and wandered over to him, eyes averted, very nervous. “Right, let’s start with some basic steps” he said. With that, he put his hands on my hips and started encouraging me to “feel the hip action”. This touch was gentle but firm. He was full of encouragement as he felt my improvement. He leaned closer to adjust my body shape. I heard a quiet sniff and my heart skipped a beat as I waited for the sneeze that would follow. I focussed on his face willing the tickle to intensify. Sadly, for me, I was to be disappointed. He let his arms drop and swiped his nose surreptitiously.

We continued with our private class. Rob seemed pleased with my progress. I was working up quite a sweat. As we broke for a drink and a breather, I flipped the a / c on without even thinking.

“Ohh… aahhhh.. ohhh, uuhhhu hhhuuu”

Came a noise from across the room. I glanced up from checking my phone. Rob was stood feet slightly apart, drinks bottle halfway to his mouth. He was squinting into the light and his face was creasing into a perfect pre-sneeze expression. He swiped at his nose with his finger, then began pressing.

“You ok?” I asked, hoping I knew what was coming.

“I, I -uh I’m uuuhh really so – oor ry” he hitched “I think I Uh huuuhh ree all uh y need to sneeze.” His breath was ragged, his eyes wide now and his nostrils flaring and twitching. As I watched, transfixed, the need finally overwhelmed him.

NGTX, hhhhuuuhhhhuuuuu tss chew he exploded into his elbow. “Sorry ‘bout that” he muttered cheeks flushed.

“S’alright – bless you”. My own voice sounded almost as breathless as his, and I could feel my body responding.

“I wouldn’t uhhh, uhhh bother with the huhhhehhhtschw bless you” he replied. “I’m er  uhhheeer uhhh huuuhhh hhhkkssssxttsschew -aahhhhhttttssschew not done. He abruptly turned on his heels and left the studio.

I began taking myself through the routine slowly, waiting for Rob’s return. I didn’t notice him creep back in until I’d finished, and he clapped. “Jamie that’s great” he said, “Just make sure you hold this position here”. He walked over and adjusted my body. His fingers and thumb grazed my waistband and my already hard member shuddered. “Hey” he uttered “What ya’ got on down here? You got your jock strap on?” he laughed.

“I – uh – what?” I sputtered.

“Jock strap?!” he laughed again “You’ve got to keep the tackle tidy!” With that he lowered his own trackpants enough to demonstrate his jock strap. As he did so a sultry smirk flirted across his face momentarily, to be replaced by the most exquisite sneeze face and a sudden small sneezy explosion. I was undone. Oh FUCK. This was much more than I could deal. It was my turn now to leave suddenly, necessarily leaving the hottest man ever driving my fetish fantasies wild with his helpless sneezing.

I hid out in the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face, attempting unsuccessfully to drive the image of Rob sneezing wildly stood only in his jock strap.

A heavy gym session followed then some mundane paperwork and booking for the dance comp. Finally, my own composure had returned. I was determined I would get myself under control and keep it that way.

Boy did I suffer through the 7pm Latin class. Firstly the a/c had been left on, leaving me to do my first bit of coaching whilst Rob struggled through a 30 strong sneezy fit before the cause was identified. Then there was the lady spraying her deodorant in the drinks break at the back of class…

Rob and I met in the café afterwards. We were several deliciously delightful sneezes in, before I couldn’t cope anymore and moved the small flower vase off the table.

Uuuhhhh hhhh uhhhh uuhhhhh ngtx tsss chew “thanks” Rob smiled gratefully. “Maybe we should eehhh huuuhhh uu swap tschew numbers” he struggled, sneezing repeatedly into his elbow. It was all I could do not to stare. The ache in my groin was growing with each cute hitch and sneeze. I took the phone he offered me, and typed my number in. I handed it back and pushed him a napkin. I was rewarded when he gently blew his sneezy nose and wiped his eyes.

“Cheers. Think I’m going to call it day. See you in the -uh -huhh - ngtx tssshchew…” He caught this one in the napkin.

“Morning?” I finished for him.

“Yeah, sorry about that Jay, bloody allergies” he sniffed. I hardly noticed his cute post-sneeze face. “Jay” I repeated silently in my head – oh that’s so fucking hot. I could’ve taken him right there and then on the table. Hastily, I stood up and gathered my things. My mind was reeling - ‘Jay’ it sounded so hot it was hard to hide my shiver.

“Well, see you tomorrow” I said clearing my throat. Rob’s sexy chuckle caught my attention.

“Don’t forget your jock,” he smirked.

So here I am sat home alone, taking care of business again. You can surely see why I hate my job. It’s torture. It was hard to keep the memories still even after my own climax. I fell asleep hearing “Jay” being whispered by my sneezy crush Rob stood there; - first in his jock strap - then in nothing….

“Keep calm. Keep calm,” was my internal mantra the next morning as I pushed the studio door open.

“Hey” said Rob turning to face me “I got you something!” He rummaged in his bag and pulled out his gift. A sultry, rather flirty smirk crossed his lips as he dangled the jock strap in front of me. His sexy chuckle reverberated in his throat, as my face flushed and I felt the twitching in my groin. “Keep calm, keep calm” I repeated silently. His alluring confidence was sexy. He flicked his hair and raised an eyebrow. I was becoming more convinced that his flirting with the ladies might be just for show. Oh fuck.

“Go put it on!” he said, “then come back and I’ll check it out.” His hopeful, uncertain tone was more than sexy, and he playfully smacked my butt as I grabbed the article and turned to leave.

After a couple of minutes in the bathroom and feeling rather bold in my new attire I strolled with (what I hoped was attitude) back to Rob. I walked into the studio to find Rob mid sneeze. His eyes looked desperately at me as his face creased again and his nose exploded into his elbow. I’m sorry he groaned as he all but ran out of the studio.

I stood outside the bathroom. I felt guilty at being such a voyeur but I couldn’t help myself. He was still sneezing. This seemed to be a bad fit. He could hardly catch his breath in between each sneeze.

Eeeestttchew – sstttchew, heehuhhhhhaaatchew, hehuhhassstichiew he continued.

My new jock strap was uncomfortably tight as I grew harder with each sneeze. Then came a series of oohhhs and mmms before he began again. Rapid fire, this time no hitching, no false starts, no catching of his breath. “Oh fuck” he groaned. Without thinking, my hand was hovering over my crotch. “Enough already” I heard him moan before some intense deep breathing and a few aborted hitches. I could tell Rob was trying his best to prevent this next flow. I heard the splashing of water, and a pregnant pause before the intensity of the feeling must’ve overwhelmed him. His nose was tickling and teasing him, and it ultimately won the battle. I could only imagine the forces tearing through him.

Hhheestchew, haaahenpthciew, eeessstchiew hehuhhassstichiew

It seemed he couldn’t stop. He wasn’t the only one. I was also helpless to stop my own reaction. As his last sneeze exploded out unrestrained, I found myself whimpering. I was so caught up in my own reactions I didn’t notice the door as it flung open.

Rob stood in front of me, blinking wildly and dabbing his nose. His eyes dipped down and I was horrified as he caught me. My hand was no longer hovering but pressing and gently rubbing my hardon. “Bless you” I muttered pushing past him into the bathroom, mortified.

I hid out in there for some time. Then, rather sheepishly I wandered over to the tennis courts, flirting a bit with with the ladies, and lobbing a few balls for them. I’d never seen Rob in the tennis area, so I knew I’d be safe. After a while I walked to the café for lunch. As I sat down, my phone pinged in my pocket. ‘Missed you for our dance class. Rob’. I thought for a moment then typed back my reply ‘Sorry – bad headache, I’m heading home.’ Feeling pathetic, ashamed and more than embarrassed! signed out and took myself back to my empty flat. See – I hate my job right now.

It was about 7:30 that evening when the buzzer sounded on the flat intercom. “Yes?” I questioned.

“Um it’s me – umm Rob” came the reply.

Oh fuck I thought. I wasn’t exactly dressed for company in my shorts and vest, certainly not his company. Fuck fuck fuck I was thinking as I buzzed the door open. Rob arrived at the front door.

“Look I’m sorry” we both exclaimed at the same time. I was looking down at the floor. Rob laughed nervously.

“I didn’t mean to embarrass you with the whole jock strap thing” he mumbled, “I thought you, erm, might, well, erm be into me. So I’m sorry I got that wrong and that I gross you out with these stupid allergies.” He sniffed as if to prove he was allergic.

I took a deep breath. What could I say? I finally lifted my eyes to look at his. They were soft and warm as he looked at me. His hand was still on the door and he turned to go. “Sorry again,” he said “ I got your address from Rachel on reception, Just wanted to clear the air. I dunno if you can still bear to do the whole dance thing. If not well…

“Yes” I blurted out, “Yes I do still want to dance” more of a whisper.

“Are you sure Jay? There’s no obligation you know. I mean, erm maybe Sandy could fill in – she knows the routine.”

I took another deep breath. The man whom I lusted after and crushed on, who fed my fetish was stood here in my flat. He was giving me a way out of my heavenly torture. Is that what I wanted? “Please don’t go” I whispered moving to close the door behind him. “I want to – dance that is, and erm, I am…”

“You are?”

“I am – into you…”

He chewed on his lip. His hair flopped forward into his eyes, He seemed nervous and uncertain. I wanted to kiss that lip and flick his hair for him.

“Can I get you anything?” I asked flushed and at a loss what to say. “Water, tea, coffee, something stronger?” I was rambling nervously now, I’d just outed myself to a colleague – hell – to Rob of all people. My sexuality wasn’t an issue for me, it just wasn’t shared at work.

“Jay” he spoke softly, stepping forward and taking my hand. I could feel his pulse was racing. I found this strangely comforting – it wasn’t just me. He led me forward and we sat down on the settee, still holding hands. “Maybe I can up my meds” he said.

“Meds?”

“For my allergies” he responded. “I could maybe increase the dose so I don’t gross you out so much.”

Oh fuck I thought. Rob reached forward and gently tucked one of my curls behind my ear. His had lingered on the side of my face. FUUUUCCKK. It became difficult to breathe, my lungs just wouldn’t work. I felt the panic rising, my vision was going cloudy, I couldn’t hear so well. “Hey” Rob said gently “look at me.” I tried, but my breathing was shallower and more rapid. I was really panicking now. I’d never discussed my reactions to sneezing with anyone, and unlike my sexuality, it wasn’t something I was happy with.

I felt him gently take my shoulders in his grip. “Breathe in” he said rather firmly. “Count with me, and he demonstrated the breath I should take. “Now count with me 1,2,3,4…. Right let it out and lets go again… In – 1,2,3,4 and out - . After a few of these he got up and went into the kitchen. I heard him sneeze once, twice and a bigger third, followed by “fuck not now!”. He ran the tap and came back to me with a glass of water.

“Thank you” I said, taking the glass, “and bless you” He looked crestfallen. “So what now?” I ask.

“Well, as I said I can up my meds. Maybe that will help. We can just take it – oh – huuhh – no”

I glance up and see his face adopting the classic and beautiful pre-sneeze look. He pressed his finger urgently to his nose, hitching again as he does so. “I’m really hehehehuh sorry.” His voice rises with his need to sneeze…

NGTXHHH uuhhh gntx chew tsshhchew tssschew NNNGGthxhhCHEW!

He got up and fled into the bathroom. I heard a few more sneezes, the gentle blow of his nose and the water splashing.

He came back a few minutes later. He looked a bit dishevelled, his hair mussed, his eyes watery and pink. “Sorry” he says “Bad timing…”

“Don’t be” I say without thinking. “Don’t be sorry” I repeat in much more of a whisper now “I like it.”

“I’m not sure I understand” Rob says “You like what?”

It was my turn to flush and bite my lip. Never had I shared this Not with anyone. “It’s a thing for me” I say taking a deep breath – I could feel the panic rising again.

“A thing?”

“Yes” I mumble. “Guess it’s just a strange thing about me – but it turns me on – you sneezing”. I look down at the floor picking a spot to stare at. I shuffle, trying to get my erection less obvious in my shorts, and more comfortable.

Rob gave a surprised chuckle. “Well, well here’s me thinking you find it gross, but it’s turning you on?” He flicked his eyes down to my crotch. I knew my attempts to cover had been unsuccessful. “Like a fetish then? A sneeze fetish?” I nod embarrassed. It sounds so weird said aloud like that, and my deepest secret was hanging in the air between us.

“It’s me who should be sorry,” I say, “It’s weird when you’re suffering and it’s turning me on - just because you sneeze.” Rob held a finger up to my lip to stop me. Then brought his hands up to cup my face. Without warning he gently placed his lips against mine. After the longest second, my lips parted, and his tongue began to probe. I responded hungrily and eagerly. He moaned softly into my mouth. Then suddenly we broke apart – both breathless this time.

“Well,” he said, “I guess we’ve either cleared the air or made it foggier!” He laughed. “I’ve no idea how this plays out at work,” he says “but maybe I’ll see you at dance class in the morning? If you do show up – remember that jock strap!” He grinned and I melted.

“I’ll be there” I said quietly still reeling from the kiss.

“Until tomorrow then Jay!”

[Nemo1972]

I've been messing with this story for a bit now. My first ever time at writing. Not sure whether to 'polish' up the next part or just leave it be!

[Catsgotyourtounge]

This was amazing please continue!!

[orange]

Nice ! thank you for this story

[dwaekki]

Omg I love it!! Especially the way he always seems to stifle the first sneeze of every fit until he has to let go 😫

[Nemo1972]

Dance Class Chapter 2

 Rob

 

My mind was in overdrive as I arrived at work the next day. I couldn’t deny I was excited. I mean, Christ, I’d lusted after him since day dot of his arrival. I watched his easy confidence around the other staff and in his gym roles. Hell, I’d even watched him though the fitness studio door as he took masterful charge of his spin class. There’s no doubt the lad was fit – in more ways than one. When the admin team had suggested Sandy to help with this Latin Ladies comp class, I’d rejected the idea in favour of Jamie. It was my dream to share my love of dance with him. To get lost in the music together, to share the intimacy and joined personal space that dancing brings. My two loves together. Oh shit I thought. My two loves? I was already way to committed here. He just liked my sneezing – here was I falling waaay to deep.

I laced up my dance shoes and began a gentle, stretching warm-up. My mind continued to race. Okay, so we’d established there was interest and chemistry. That kiss had taken my breath away for sure and had been replayed in my own bed last night. But what was this other thing? The elephant in the room? I’d been so worried and nervous that my sneezing had been a nonstarter for him, he’d seem to react so badly, I’d been sure I’d grossed him out. Not an uncommon reaction in my previous relationships. Now I knew the reverse was true.

I felt myself growing hard as I replayed the sneezy scenes looking for evidence of his arousal. His obvious response during our dance time, catching him with his hand massaging his dick yesterday it should’ve been obvious I conceded. But all of that was nothing compared to hearing him tell me that I turned him on. My own arousal twitched at the thought. My Jamie all undone because of me. And I groaned – there it was again MY Jamie.  Too much, I told myself, he’s just a cute guy with a thing for my sneezes.

Warm up done, I raked my hand through my mussed hair, and adjusted my jock strap trying to find a bit of extra room. Boy was I nervous. I’d doubled up on my meds this morning. I didn’t want to sneeze Jamie so wild it would compromise our work. Relationships, especially as I was his boss were frowned upon at work, and certainly on site. It was all about guest relations not personal relationships. We were definitely going to have to think this through.

I looked up as the door opened.  Jamie strode in purposefully today. There was no sign of the quivering, breathless and vulnerable soul I’d left last night. “Morning – my turn with the gifts today!” he said as he produced an enormous box of tissues from his bag. He laughed as he set them down by my duffle bag. “Got to be softer than the toilet paper in the bathroom, right?” That was the only hint at the events of last night. He was clearly in business mode today.

We rehearsed our way through the trickier parts of the routine. I explained where I felt the ladies need more coaching – and how the synchronicity was important. We practised together in the mirror so that we’d be able to demonstrate and get them ready for the weekend. I loved watching him. He was beginning to lose his inhibitions and seemed to be enjoying the freedom of dance. In truth, he had real potential. He certainly put the work in, the triangles of damp on his t-shirt were a testament to that.

As we halted for a quick break he wandered over to the a/c switch. My heart jumped. I wasn’t sure meds - even double meds - would help me in this situation. What if I? My dick twitched thinking about his reaction. To my disappointment though, at the last-minute Jamie veered away from the switch, instead opening the fire escape door. He stepped out.

Impulsively, I wandered over to the open door. Jamie was leaning against the wall seemingly enjoying the morning sunshine. As I watch him, I see his body begin to tense and his eyes raise to the sunlight. His face is creasing, and his breath begins to hitch. I realise I’ve never seen Jamie sneeze before – but surely that’s what this is? He raises his elbow and

Ahhh ahhh heuuh ahhh kershew.

He seems to become aware of my presence and turns to look at me. I recognise that one sneeze wasn’t enough. His nose is twitching, betraying the calm he is trying to portray. “You okay?” he asks me. I can tell by the way he’s pinching his nose that he still needs to sneeze. I mean, I am the expert here. But his voice belies this – he sounds relaxed. Hell, I can barely talk mid sneezing, and certainly when I do try my voice is off. Maybe I’m wrong. How weird I can’t take my eyes off him. He’s the sneeze fetish guy not me but I’m all over this! I feel invested – am I right about another sneeze? Would his face pre sneeze be like his face pre another kind of release? I am willing a sneeze out of him, my desire for him growing harder.

He shifts his feet a little and I catch another minute flaring of his nose. I am right, he does have another sneeze in there, but he seems so masterful at controlling this. My dick twitches again as his eyes flutter shut and then open. He seems to be avoiding looking up now. Sneeze for me baby – I’m willing him on silently. He swipes at his nose, giving a small sniff as he does. Wrong move! It seems that’s the undoing of his control. His face is now full of pre-sneeze – helpless and scrunched up. His nostrils flare and his eyes drag up towards the light, until they are forced closed….

AAAuhhhahhhhh ah ah Kershew ahkerSHEW he muffles into his elbow.

“Bless you” I say, and he turned to face me, flushed and embarrassed.

“Bright light” he mumbles vaguely pointing to the sun “always get me!”

“Pollen,” I reply, feeling a tickle of my own “always gets me”” I move back inside, away from the spring air. Jamies follows me in and shuts the door.

I take a long slug of water and blow my nose surreptitiously. I hope I can dislodge the tickle rather than sneeze it out. I don’t want to subject Jamie to my hay fever sneezing. It’s not fair on him, not now I know what I know. Come on Rob – I’m urging myself calm. You’ve double dosed this morning, that pollen can’t get you. But the tickle is intensifying. It’s not a sneeze yet, but it’s building. I recognise the trick my nose is going to play. Many false starts and almost sneezes before I will get any relief. I can hear Jamie is talking to me. He seems more relaxed now after his own little sneezy thing. I try to concentrate, try to will away the teasing and endless tickling in my nose. I’m forcing my hitches to stay shallow. I open my mouth slightly to avoid breathing through my nose. No good. I feel my body begin another shaky, hitchy inhale but as it reaches climax the feeling changes and the sneeze is lost. My body tries again. There is no way I can let this go in front of Jamie. The pollen is winning, and I know I’m losing control. I turn and dash for the door with a loud Hhheeehh’GnKXxXT HHHEEEESSSCHIEW. And that’s my flood gates open.

HhehhaaaSchew..Hhah..Hah.Heeh..HAH - aaSchew… HuuhhhuhhhhatsstCHEW.. HASsTChew.. Hhehh.. Heehh… Hhhuuhh… HhheeH’ESsSTchew.

“Ohh oh my fucking God” 

Eeeestttchew – sstttchew, heehuhhhhhaaatchew, hehuhhassstichiew

I haven’t even made it to the bathroom. I’m pretty much doubled over now in the corridor and I’m struggling. So much for a double dose of meds. This is a full-blown allergy attack. The door opens and Jamie comes out to find me. He’s holding the box of tissues and my water. “Hey” he says quietly handing me a wad of tissue. “Bless you. That sounded like a bad set.” I took the tissues, grateful to be able to clean myself up and blow my nose. He hands me a clean set when he notices I’ve already saturated the first lot. He sat down on the floor next to me, and I slid down to sit too. He passes me a drink his eyes full of concern. “Maybe the a/c would’ve been the better choice after all?” Jamie asks. He ran his fingers though my hair and flicked it away from my eyes. His gentle touch is soothing on my flushed face. “Can I get you anything?” he asked me.  All I can do is hold a finger up in the wait gesture. There’s no way I can answer without releasing the next wave.

HEhhhtSHhew…HghhhSCHhiew..Hh-hehhh…HhhEhh…HhAATSsCHHiew.

“Ohh god nnneed to-to-to—“

…hahh…HihhhTSSCHhiew..HhESssChiew…HhhehhhhT’Sssshhew…Hhheh…Hhhahh…Hhhehh….Hhhh’SssTssStChew 

Jamie has now got his arm around me and has manoeuvred himself behind me. I’m sat between his open legs and as I catch a break from the sneezing, I slump back against him. He holds a wad of tissue up to my nose. “Blow” he says. Without even thinking about it, I do as he orders. He swapped the tissue for clean, and orders me to blow again. I relax back into him, and as my body settles against him, I can feel the hardness in his groin against my back. Oh Christ I’m thinking. I had promised I wouldn’t subject him to this. I wouldn’t compromise his working day with my sneezing, or my needy crush. “Er,” Rob he says, “you okay? I’ve err got to go – spin class at 11.” He eased himself up off the floor placing the tissue box in my lap. He seemed keen to get gone so I waved him away “Yeah I got this, I’ve had a lot of practise.” I was already missing his close contact, and his gentle concern had meant a lot. But in truth I could feel the next wave flooding down through my sinuses, and my breath was catching.

Eventually I got it together and went to the staff bathroom. I took a quick shower, letting the jets wash over my face. My mind was dragged back to Jamie and his arousal. I wondered what might’ve been different if that had happened out of work. How could I make my unavoidable sneezing into a real pleasure trip for him – well for us? I had to switch the temp control to cold at my thoughts.

Out of the grip of the allergy now, I took another dose of meds, and stepped back out into the gym. Without even realising what I was doing I found myself outside the fitness studio. I could hear Jamie laughing loudly at something and shouting encouragement at his class. As I looked through the door I couldn’t help but admire his command of the room. He was half stood up in his pedals urging everyone to work through the burn. “Yes! Go Lyndsey!” he called “Go harder! Faster – more energy into it come on!” Oh goodness I thought, I’d like to hear my name in those utterances. My erection rose again, and I stood pining for him like a gooey teenager. He didn’t need this from me. I took myself up the team leader’s office on the top floor.

I hid up there for an hour or so, sorting out rotas and dawdling through basic admin. My phoned pinged. ‘Hey Rob, you fancy catching some lunch?’ Yes I fucking well did. But I couldn’t. I needed to get this crush under control now. He didn’t need this from me. I ignored the message and opened my emails instead. At least up here, out of his way, I could snuffle and sneeze without disturbing him.

An hour or so later the phone pinged again. ‘Hey Rob - hope you’re ok. Bit worried about my sneezy dance teacher. J x’ Oh. My. Fucking. God… I read and reread his sign off. I began to type a reply, then deleted it. What could I say? Was I ok? I was falling head over heels, was that ok? I had no idea how to be around this sweet, fit guy. He was sensitive, compassionate and he’d tried so hard to look after me earlier when I knew what torture that must’ve been for him. He’s clearly in better control than me. I’m determined that he doesn’t need a sneezy needy me crushing on him. In the end I reply reluctantly. ‘Been a tough day with the hayfever… Wondered if you could cover the class for me tonight? I finished it with the sneezy emoji.

A knock at the door about 10 minutes later. “Rob,” Jamie called “Rob you in there?” I kept quiet and heard him move away. When I thought it was safe I snuck out, signed out and took myself off home.

At 7pm I found myself clock watching, wondering how class was going. I hoped he was getting those ladies in synch. I smiled thinking about him dancing, playing the dance track and the routine in my head. At 8:21 my phone pinged again. My heart leapt a beat -with the timing of it - it was surely Jay. My heart dropped again when I saw the notification. It was Sandy. ‘Well sicknote - that boy can dance! Good class tonight, the ladies are looking good. Hope you’re ok?’ Disappointment was an understatement.

The following morning, I dropped by the chemist on the way to the studio. It was time to file my spring prescription – a higher dose of drug, better able to cope with the miserable allergy season.

Arriving at the studio and pushing open the door I was surprised to see Jamie there before me. “Morning” he said. Maybe I was being paranoid, but there was less sing to his voice today. He was fiddling with a small white machine placed by the music system. I went over to investigate. “Hey” I said and put my hand on his shoulder. I felt him tense under my touch, and took my hand away. “What’s this I ask?” trying to keep my tone light but feeling the rejection.

“Air purifier – see? I mean, I don’t know if it’ll help, this room’s probably too big. But erm, anything has to be worth a try, right? That pollen really set you off yesterday” I notice another box of tissues has also arrived.

“Yh” I reply “Anything’s worth a try, right? I’ve got my new seasonal meds today look.” I wave the paper bag at him, then open the box inside and take a dose.

“Good stuff?” he asks, then adds “We don’t have long this morning – I’ve got a tennis knock up booked at 10” This felt like a bit of a dismissal.

“Well no need for anything really I say – apparently you’ve nailed the dance! Sandy was most complimentary. She said you guys had a good class last night. This extra practise was about getting you up-to-speed, and I guess you’re good to go now?”

“Oh ok. If you’re sure?”

I thought I detected a slight disappointment in his tone, but he was certainly a bit prickly this morning, it was hard to tell.

“Well I’ll catch you later yeah?” said Jaimie, and he picked up his bag. I watched forlornly as he walked to the door. He surprised me with a rather sexy wink over his shoulder as he left.

The rest of the week carried on in much the same way. We had minimal contact, and he made no effort to text me. I felt lost in truth. Reduced to watching him when I thought he wouldn’t notice – in the gym working up a sweat on the weights, joking easily with the guy spotting for him. In the café at lunchtime with the tennis crew where one of the young students doing a work placement seemed to be draped across him as they all shared a joke. This separation was hard, but it proved to me that I was just a distraction for him, and he didn’t need me cramping his style. The only thing I noticed was the supply of tissues that he’d established in my dance studio was always topped up, and a box had appeared on my desk.

We had one more dance class left with the Latin ladies before the comp at the weekend. I’d hoped to catch up with Jaime before it started, but he breezed in a bit late. Clearly leading the class the other night had built his confidence, and yet again he seemed in his element. I felt proud watching him demo a move and calling the back row out on their timing. The synchro just isn’t there he explained.

 “Look your hand hits this shape here, and you need to hold that for just a split second before the finger click and bah tah ta-da riki tikki bam.”

He looked over at me for reassurance that he was right. My heart was melting for him as he’d slipped into my dance teacher rhythm noises. “Maybe we should show them Jay?” I suggested. He stepped towards me and took his place at my side. This speed, I indicated with a few finger clicks, and 5,6,7,8 …. As we finished the short sequence, we were treated to a burst of applause! Jamie took an embarrassed mock bow and pushed his hair back, his curls springing back as fast as he’d tamed them. He looked at me and grinned. A sexy, sultry smirk of a smile. It was as if MY Jaimie was suddenly back in the room.

The spell was soon broken though at the sound of an aerosol spray from the side. The class had ended, and everyone was milling about, collecting their stuff together and waiting for my pep talk. I felt Jaimie stiffen next to me at the sound. I glanced at him and caught him looking at me from under his mussed curls. He raised his eyebrows seeming to be questioning me. I was determined not to be undone now. I’d spent the week snuffling and sneezing well away from him. I certainly wasn’t going to let myself down now.

“Ok” I called clapping my hands “gather in.” Another spray – a bit closer this time as the offender was following my instructions and was joining the huddle. Next to me, Jaime made a strange sound. I began my pep talk. Taking a deep breath to give my voice projection, I caught the scent of the spray as it tickled up into my sinuses. Dammit I thought rubbing my fingers against the tip of my nose. As I begin to speak, I become aware of someone else dabbing perfume against their wrists. Seconds later it seems that scent too is curling it’s way towards my nostrils and I realise that I’m going to need to hurry this along. My stimulated nose is beginning to twitch, and I can feel a prickle of water in my eyes. Jamie is beginning to fidget next to me.

Hhhktjchew

I try to stifle this one, balling my fist in front of my nose. I. Will. Not. Sneeze. “Excuse me ladies” I say stepping over to the tissue box. Grabbing a handful, I decide to continue from where I am – just that bit further away from the sweet scent that is seeking me out. I press them against my nose imagining the perfect barrier. But the trouble is, the tickle is already there. A teasy feeling that’s growing more insistent.

Hhhhuuuhhh- huuhhh huu aaaeesstchew… Hhhhuuuhhh ahhh- huuhhh huu aaaeesstchew.

Jamie steps up to the mark again. He finishes the job for me, reminding the ladies of what they would need, to check their itineraries for details and more that I missed -  sneezing heavily into my tissues. Why couldn’t I ever trust my nose to behave?

Just like that the room is empty. Jamie is by my side his hands on my shoulders. Come he says, guiding me to the pile of mats piled in the corner. He swipes for the tissue box on the way and we tumble down together with my sneezing muddling my coordination.

Essstisshhhoooo…..Heeeeh….Haaaa….HeeeeH…Heee’EStchuuuushew… Heeh’ehhhsssscheeew…. HiiiH'schiew-schiew-SCHIEW.

These 3 sneezes leave me at full force in quick succession. “Bless you” says Jamie looking at me his eyes full of concern. I shrug it off “I’m fine” I say before sneezing again. “I beg to differ” says Jamie. He turns my body so I’m facing him. His hands on my shoulders. I feel another wave tumbling down through my sinuses and begin to hitch. With a panic I realise my arms are pinned down and I can’t reach to catch the next sneeze. Ahhhh, huuuh, my body begins the tortuous build up and I fight with every inch of will power. Maybe luck’s on my side, as the sneeze disappears. I look up at Jaimie and I’m thinking about how he’s reacting to my sneezing. But that lapse in concentration is a mistake…

HhhaaaHhhh…Hhheeehh’GnKXxXT—cchiiew-uhh

This sneeze explodes from me and showers Jaime full across his face.

“Jesus Rob” he exclaims. I’m beyond mortified.

“I’m uhhh huuuuuhh so soo hhaahhh aaaeesstchew sorry” I reply sneezing once again onto Jaime. His eyes are wide, his mouth slightly open. Fucking shit, I’m thinking.

Jamie drops his arms from my shoulders and suddenly he’s kissing me full on. I feel his arousal, and mine rises to match. “Bless you” moans Jamie into my mouth. “Fucking bless you”. I can feel the tickle still lodged in my nose as he continues to kiss deeply. He pulls back a fraction and kisses my oh so sensitive nose. With that I am undone again. The next few sneezes are buried into his neck. Jamie arches his back and shudders with a long moan. “You like that?” I ask rather unnecessarily as I can feel him trembling underneath my fingers. He sits him self back up, adjusting his rather obvious erection. He reaches me a tissue.

“Rob” he says reaching up to wipe the tears from my sneezy eyes. “You need to ask? That was THE most sexy and erotic thing ever. “Much more of that and well” - he indicates his erection.

“What I ask?”

He flushed as he answered, “would’ve you know… all over my lovely new jock strap” and he flashed the waist band at me. I reached out to get a better view of my friend’s full glory straining in the strap I bought him. “Jesus Rob” he says, “we’re sat in the dance studio on the yoga mats, I’m not sure this is wise.” We spring apart as if realising the seriousness of the situation. Essstisshhhoooo HeeeeH…Heee’EStchuuuushew I continue. “Bless you” says Jamie grinning up at me from under his tousled curls. He passes me another wad of tissue. “In all seriousness this is hitting you bad – right” I nod. This next build up is stuck and I’m gripped in a half sneeze, my mouth is open, my eyes half shut. I drag my eyes to the light but that’s no use. I take the opportunity to blow my nose and take a swig of water. I must admit this sudden onset has made my head pound and my nose is sore.

“We should really get going” Jamie is saying. “It’s getting late now. I’m erm going to have to give you a lift. There’s no way you’re fit to drive home not like this.”

HhehhaaaSchew..Hhah..Hah.Heeh..HAH - aaSchew… HuuhhhuhhhhatsstCHEW.. HASsTChew.. Hhehh.. Heehh… Hhhuuhh… HhheeH’ESsSTchew.

I nod in agreement. Jamie fetches over my bag and hands me a dose of meds. “Maybe try these he says, squatting down in front of me. Might help?” As I swallow them with a swig of water, he’s off collecting our bits and pieces from around the room. “Back in a sec” he calls as he leaves the room. He returns a few minutes later with a cold, damp wash cloth from the staff changing area. He places it against my forehead and gently wipes my eyes and then tenderly so tenderly he wipes around my nose. The feeling is sublime. I close my eyes and relax into his ministrations. I feel my breath hitch once or twice but maybe just maybe I’m done now.

 

[Lunaconner]

omg i love this

[dwaekki]

Omg yesss I'm obsessed with his fits

[Nemo1972]

Thanks for the feedback. Never written before, it just started out as something for me! 

[Nemo1972]

Chapter 3

Jamie

As much as his sneezing drives me wild, I can see the toll it’s taking on Rob. His nose is cherry red, his eyes are pink and puffy. His forehead is creased as if it hurts him, and boy does he look tired. I’m pleased he takes the meds and lets me take care of stuff. I shoulder both our bags and pull him to his feet. Keeping hold of one his hands, I lead him through the studio door and flick the lights as we leave.

In the car, I realise I have no idea where I’m driving him! “Hey, give us a clue man! Where are we off too? Here – set the maps app.” He takes my phone, adding his address to the navigation. I look over at him as we set off. He’s very quiet now, eyes closed and although he occasionally rubs his knuckles along the side of his nose, he seems to have won this battle at least. I put some quiet music on and follow the robotic voice of the sat nav.

As we arrive at Rob’s flat, I hit my next dilemma. I don’t have a key, so I will have to wake him to get us inside, but I don’t want to. It’s been a long day for both of us at work and we’ve had that extended class tonight. Add in the sneezing and the ‘may make you drowsy’ meds and it’s no wonder Rob is out for the count. I find myself sitting quietly just watching him. My favourite song One by U2 hits up next on the playlist. I gently move his hair out from his eyes and lace my fingers through his. He stirs momentarily but with a small sigh he relaxes back down. I’ve never shared a moment like this before. The soft melody is playing, and I feel so at peace. I want to kiss him, not like before, just quietly, just to show him I care. But fuck he’s my boss and we can’t do this – well that killed the moment, Jay.

“Hey sleepy, come on let’s get you inside and comfy.” I’m standing at the passenger door trying to rouse him. Eventually the gently shove to his shoulder wakes him. He sits up and looks a bit disorientated. “Home Rob, come on let's get you in.” I reach my arm into the car and take his hand to help pull him out. I’ve already found his keys and I dangle them in front of him “Lead on Macduff” I smile.

“You can just drop me here he says I’m fine now” I’m not sure whether to believe him or not, but I am not leaving him in the car park. “I reckon I’ve earned a nice cuppa at least!” I say. There’s no come back from Rob as he shuts the car door, and we walk up to his flat entrance. We wait in the lobby for the lift. Usually I’m a stairs kinda guy, but Rob is not looking like the stairs are his thing right now. The lift announces it’s arrival with a ‘bing’ and out pour a group of women dressed to the nines and giggling. They give us the once over as they pass, and then a collective snort of laughter. We take their place in the lift.

“Doors closing” Rob punches floor 6. He is half slumped against the side wall of the lift. I watch him in the mirrored surface. He drags his hand through his hair checking himself out in the mirror. A fleeting frown crosses his brow, a momentary creasing. Absentmindedly he presses his knuckles against his nose. He catches my eye in the mirror, and I’m rewarded with a half-smile. Suddenly he tenses -NGTX- he stifles with a dip of his head. “Bless you” It’s a cute noise but not what I want for him now. I know exactly what’s set him off – the perfume residue is obvious and a bit tickly even to my nose. Cchiiew “Bless you” not a stifle this time but a very tight little sneeze into his own shoulder. I’m wondering if it’s the meds taken recently that have caused this change of noise.

“Doors opening”. I push him out the door in my hurry to get him out of the lift. aaSchew “Bless you”

“Don’t you ever give up with the Hhheeehh’GnKXxXT bless you?”

“Nope. Bless you. Here give me those”. I take the keys and open the door. Dropping the bags down in the hallway, and sliding off my shoes, I propel Rob forward into his flat. He makes a beeline for the bathroom. HhehhaaaSchew..Hhah..Hah.Heeh..HAH – aaSchew. “Bless you twice” I shout through the door. I have no idea what to do now. I wander off to find the living room. Rob’s flat is very minimal and nicely decorated. It suits him - I smile.

Heeeeh….Haaaa….HeeeeH…Heee’EStchuuuushew… Heeh’ehhhsssscheeew…. HiiiH'schiew-schiew-SCHIEW. “Enough already”

I hear the water running and Rob blowing his nose – hard.

Eventually he comes out and stands by the bathroom door. “Bless you. Come on – let's get you to bed. Which door? We need to get you into something more comfortable and get you some rest.”

“I’m not sick. Just bloody allergies” he sniffles. “Once they start, it can be on and off for hours.”

“I know babe” I soothe as we enter the door. I feel him tense in front of me. I wait for the sneeze that doesn’t come. Then I realise…. Babe… Wtaf was I thinking. He’s my fucking boss, he does not need me crushing all over him. Trying to bluster over the babe word, I start pulling out drawers looking for something for him to put on for bed. Hhehh.. Heehh… Hhhuuhh… HhheeH’ESsSTchew “Bless you.” I look over. Rob is now crashed face down on the bed. He’s curled up round a pillow. His eyes are watery again, and I see a wet shine on his upper lip. He’s clearly too exhausted for this now. Heee’EStchuuuushew he sneezes again over the top of the pillow. I watch the spray dance into the air, and shiver as I remember him sneezing onto me earlier. “Bless you”

I unlace his trainers and pull off his socks. I play tug of war with the duvet, but eventually manage to pull it up around him. I dim the light – that’s gotta be hurting his head now. aaSchew “Bless you” Rob groans in despair. I’m looking around now for tissues and find a box on top of the chest of drawers. Pulling out a wad and picking up the box I kneel next to the side of the bed. I move to put the tissue over his nose and catch the next HhehhaaaSchew I pinch the tissue against his nose, and he blows. God I’m so hard for him right now. “Bless you.” I replace the tissue for clean ones, and we repeat the process. Next, I’m off to find him some water. I come back with glass and put it on the side of the bed. HiiiH'schiew-schiew-SCHIEW

“Bless you x3. Oh babe is this like errm normal? Rob doesn’t answer “Hey is this normal?” Looking at his face I realise he’s not ignoring me, he’s stuck again. His breath has already hitched, and his face is frozen eyes half open, mouth open another hitch and another, but no sneeze. I can’t help myself as I lean in and kiss him so very delicately on the nose. Essstisshhhoooo…..Heeeeh….Haaaa….HeeeeH…Heee’EStchuuuushew… Heeh’ehhhsssscheeew…. HiiiH'schiew-schiew-SCHIEW. What a chain of sneezing, straight onto my face. We both groan together – although I’m guessing for entirely different reasons “Oh bless you” I say rather breathlessly. “How can I help?”

“You can’t” although this was pronounced more like ‘card’.

Not knowing what else to do I stripped down to my briefs and was very relieved to remove the jock strap. I climbed up into the bed behind Rob. HiiiH'schiew “bless you”. I began rubbing small circles across his back. “mmmmmmmm” he seemed to purr like a kitten. AssCchiiew “Bless you” was I right in thinking we were on the way down again now with these rather less aggressive singles. He sniffed “Oh sorry that sounded gross” I leaned over and reached him some tissue. “Don’t be silly I said. You’ve no need to be sorry. It’s just part of you.” I snuggled in closer behind him so were kinda spooning. “This is what you do to me.” He makes the slightest thrusting movement back towards me in acknowledgment.

I resume rubbing his back. I can feel him relaxing now. The tension starts to ease from his upper body. He’d been holding those core muscles tight I realise. I wonder what it would be like to watch him sneeze like this with no shirt on. How would those oh so well-defined dancer muscles ripple? Stop it I admonish myself. His breath takes a gentle hitch but nothing more. Thank god I think. I have no idea if this is a normal sneezy fit. Although I’ve seen hundreds of sneezes from him, I’ve not been through the whole ordeal with him before. Checking my watch, I realise he’s been sneezing on and off for several hours. He’s asleep now, I think. His breath is shallow but even and regular. I reach over him for the light and turn it fully off. I snuggle myself against his back giving myself a thrill of pleasure. I drape my free arm over his hip and allow myself to drift off. There’s nowhere I’d rather be.

[dwaekki]

Omg 😭😭 I love every single update, I'd love to see some more photos sneezing from Jamie soon just to see how each of them react!

[Nemo1972]

2 hours ago, dwaekki said:

Omg 😭😭 I love every single update, I'd love to see some more photos sneezing from Jamie soon just to see how each of them react!

I've written quite far through this story now, and there are a few more, but Jamie is a bit sneeze phobic when it comes to himself! 😜

[Nemo1972]

Chapter 4

Rob

Waking up was a strange thing. I had a vague recollection of the night before, but when I rolled over to look at the pillow next to me, it was empty. Instead, I found a short note. Hope you’re ok this morning. Call me to discuss arrangements J.

I got up and wandered through to the bathroom. Sneezing through my usual morning burst, I remembered more about how lovely Jay had been with me last night. In previous relationships, I had never had anyone take the time to be so gentle and sweet about my allergies. Usually, they got frustrated and fed up. It was so lovely to just have someone take over and take care of me. I smiled thinking about spooning with him till I fell asleep. I knew I was way in over my head invested in Jamie.

Finishing in the shower, I sat on the bed to call him. I was a bit apprehensive but unnecessarily so as it turned out. “Hey” Jamie answered, with no hint of weirdness. “How you holding up this morning? You had me a bit worried last night - I didn’t know if that was that a normal allergic thing, or if should’ve been doing more for you…? Anyways, we just need to work out our plan for today. Seems silly to be both driving over there, so was just wondering if you wanted to car share?”

I picked him up early that afternoon. He bounced into the car with his usual energy, flinging his kit bag into the boot. He was looking good – his hair still damp from his shower, and I smiled at his outfit. He’d clearly been checking out new ‘dance’ gear and was wearing something I’d not seen him in before. He caught me checking him out and he grinned sheepishly at me. “When in Rome!” he said, “Fake it till I make it and all that?”

“I don’t know what you’re faking” I laughed as we set off. “You’ve picked up this dance real quick. You’d be a great dancer if we put some time in.”

We settled into the journey which was quiet and uneventful. It wasn’t until we arrived at the hotel and ballroom complex, where the competition was being held, that the next drama unfolded. A booking error was obvious on check-in, when we were assigned a double room. I glanced over at Jamie, rather worried at the horrified look on his face. There’s nothing else available however, so eventually we take the key card and head up to find the room.

“No lifts!” laughs Jamie heading for the stairs. When we arrive at the room, he flung his bag down on the desk and took his shoes off. “This is going to be interesting, isn’t it?” He asks rhetorically. “We can sort something I’m sure” I reply trying to sound upbeat. It’s bothering me that he doesn’t seem keen to share, and I begin to wonder whether he’s regretting this whole adventure. Maybe he’s not as cool with me as I thought last night. I replay the day – he’d left without waking me. There was no x on his note. He’d been quiet in the car, and that look on his face when he’d realised, we’d be sharing - not just the room but a bed too…

“Do you want to go and get a bite to eat before we meet up with the ladies? We’ve got a couple of hours to kill,” I ask him, checking out the itinerary. “Yh I suppose,” he replied. “What did you have in mind?”

“Nothing fancy – maybe just a light meal. It’s going to be a long event. Probably quite boring for you I’m sorry.” Personally, I was excited about the upcoming competition. It had been a while since I’d done something like this, but I’d spent a lot of time over the years competing, and recently, dancing with Jamie had reminded me how much I loved it. I was beginning to doubt whether he was going to share my excitement or whether he’d just feel a bit out of place.

In the end we settled for the bistro in the hotel. We wandered down to find a table and ordered. The room was filling up with lots of competitors and there was a buzz around the place. I was surprised when I suddenly heard a shout. “Bobby! Hey Bobby, gosh it is you”. Turning in my seat my heart dropped when I saw the owner of the voice. Only one person called me Bobby (thank goodness), his pet name for me which he’d thought was cute. Maybe it was at the time, but that time had passed!

Jamie looked up too, glancing at me, and at the young man making his way over. His eyebrows raised in a question. “Ben – hi” I say, as he breezed into the chair next to me leaning into air kiss both cheeks on the way. “Wow it’s been too long! Fancy seeing you here Bobby, you’ve not been doing this dance comp gig for a while!” I try to muster a smile. “No, not been on the circuit in ages,” I reply. Inwardly I am in turmoil. There’s a lot of history here, which I’m not ready to re-live, and I can feel my sensitive nose responding to his strong aftershave. “Hi” says Ben turning to Jamie “I’m Ben”. I groan inside. I’m not ready for this. My nose however is always ready.

Hh'jKCHHeeeW I try to stifle this. I don’t want to be sneezing now, but I can feel the tickle, and my eyes are already watering.

Essstisshhhoooo…..Heeeeh….Haaaa….HeeeeH…Heee’EStchuuuushew… Heeh’ehhhsssscheeew…. HiiiH'schiew-schiew-SCHIEW.

“Urggghhh! You’re still Mr Sneezy then?” states Ben rather obviously. I frown at him. It’s not like I can help it, and he’s always been so dismissive of my allergies. He’s always made me feel awkward, as if it’s hurting him. Looking back, he was so shallow, his boyish good looks covering a selfish interior.

Hhheestchew, haaahenpthciew, eeessstchiew hehuhhassstichiew

I catch him rolling his eyes at Jamie, as if he’s trying to pull him into a conspiracy against my sneezing. Jamie however isn’t buying in. “Oh babe, bless you” he exclaims handing me some tissue from his pocket. “Ben, it’s great to meet you, but, erm, I think our food’s nearly here, and maybe Rob (he says it with emphasis) would like to freshen up before we eat. I realise that Jamie is giving me an out here and I stand up heading off to the bathroom, wiping my teary eyes and tickly nose as I go.

When I arrive back, I find Ben has gone, to be replaced by my food. Jamie is waiting for my return to start eating. As we tuck in, I can feel the questions building across the table, but to his credit, Jamie says nothing about the encounter with my ex. “You ok?” He reaches his hand out and places it on my hand. “You good now?” I give his hand a little squeeze and I nod at him. “Yes thanks. Not too bad. Think I’ll survive.” He grins at me. “Glad to hear it Bobby” he smirks playfully giving me a wink. “Enough of that! That’s old history! But thank you for saving me, babe!” I reply emphasising the endearment he’d used to me.

Food over we headed back to the room. We had about half an hour to kill before we were meeting our Latin Ladies. Jamie hopped up onto the bed and laid back with a comfortable sigh. “So, you gonna spill the beans then. Who was that?” We haven’t got time for the full story, so I just share the headlines. How Ben and I were dancing together, before becoming a partnership on and off the floor. Until I caught him literally in the arms of someone else. I thought he was just teaching Dustin, wandered into the end of their ‘class’ and found them making out at the back of the studio.

“Brutal” tuts Jamie with a shake of his head. “We don’t like him then?!”

“We certainly don’t” I laugh. “He’s the reason I gave all this up. Too painful to keep being reminded. Looking back, he wasn’t even a nice person you know? Seemed to think I should be grateful to have him.”

I’m lying on the bed next to Jamie as I finish my sorry tale. I feel his arm snake around my shoulder and pull me towards him. My head now resting on his shoulder, and his hand stroking my arm, we lie peacefully for a few minutes before an alarm on his phone jolts us out of our moment. “You ready?” I ask Jamie feeling rather nervous. I’ve wanted him to be a part of my dance world for a while. What if he didn’t enjoy it? “You bet! I just wish I was going to be watching you dance - not the Latin Ladies. Come on let’s go.” He picks up a small over the shoulder bag and I watch him put several packs of tissues in, melting at his thoughtfulness.

When we arrive in the ballroom, the ladies are already there at our table. We head over to them and move to sit down. I watch as Jamie glances at the very flowery centre piece, and how he relocates it quickly to another table. He winks at me, then he’s schmoozing the ladies, and giving off his charm. He must’ve noticed Ben at about the same time as I did, as he came over to me and put his arm round my shoulder before giving a rather camp little wave across to Ben. He looked at me and pushed my hair back out of my eyes. “Hey,” he whispered “We’ve got this! We don’t like Ben!”

The evening was fantastic. The quality of the dancing was amazing. The music, costumes and atmosphere took me right back to my own competition days. Jamie seemed to be enjoying it as much as I was. The Latin pairs was up first, and there were a few faces I recognised to cheer on. The dance I didn’t enjoy was Ben and Dustin. Not because they weren’t good, but because it was a tough emotional watch. Jamie looked at me as their names were called. “Is that….?” He asked. I nodded. He placed a hand on my knee under the table and gave me an encouraging squeeze. In the end they didn’t place. Shame.

Our Latin Ladies were on fire. They were announced and stood to take their places. The group was called as choreographed and trained by Rob Hilditch. I saw Ben and Dustin look at each other, and suddenly nothing mattered more than these ladies kicking ass. Jamie stood up nervously and I stood next to him. As the music started, I felt his body moving gently half dancing the routine. The ladies lit up the ballroom floor. They hit each line, shape and then finally, the fractional pause before the finger click and the bah tah ta-da riki tikki bam. We were both muttering the rhythm and watching the synchronisation. They were spot on.

At the end of the dance, we turned to each other and almost crashed into a big hug. “Get a room!” shouted one of the ladies as they all returned - excited and proud to their seats. The atmosphere was electric at our table. They couldn’t have done it any better. When we were announced as winners the cheers were vindication of all our hard work. Jamie and I were jumping up and down embracing and whooping. We all went forward to claim the group dance trophy. Then I was presented with an enormous bunch of flowers…

Dustin came over. “Hey congratulations Rob” he said “and you erm….”

“Jamie” Jamie answered reaching to shake his hand. “Look, erm, I erm…” Dustin began turning back to me. But he was interrupted by Ben’s arrival. “Well, if you’re not competing anymore, it’s nice to see you still have a finger in the pie so to speak.  Although it’s not exactly what I thought you’d be doing these days.” I could feel Jamie tense standing next to me.

“Oh I know – he’s amazing isn’t he?” Said Jamie looking directly at Ben, and jumping to my defence. He flicked his hair back and put his arm around my back. “I’m so proud of you handsome” he said looking at me, his eyes warm and strong, giving me some courage. “Choreography and training the first place in the Latin groups. I’m sorry Ben I missed your result?” I bite my lip, trying not to smirk. This is why I fangirl over Jamie so much. He’s so emotionally aware, and right now he’s wiping the floor with Ben.

Hhhehhh – hehh – hehhhhassstchew

I interrupt the conversation with a sudden sneeze that seemed to come from nowhere. Jamie squeezed my shoulder. “Bless you babe” he said and took the flowers I had been hugging to my chest. He placed them on the table behind us.

Hhehh.. Heehh… Hhhuuhh… HhheeH’ESsSTchew

“Bless you” Jaime says leaning in to brush my hair out of my eyes, and to hold me tighter to him.

Heeeeh….Haaaa….HeeeeH…Heee…..

I hitch but the sneeze has frozen.

“Oh babe” says Jamie producing a tissue from his bag. “Come here.” He reaches over and dabs at my eyes and nose.

Essstisshhhoooo….. HiiiH'schiew-schiew-SCHIEW.

I sneeze half into the tissue and half over Jamie’s hand. I can feel his erection stirring against me. Knowing what effect is having on me helps with my embarrassment. “Aww bless you” he says rather more breathless than before.

I can feel Ben staring at us, he’s clearly grossed out. There’s no way he would’ve been still holding on to me as I sneezed, and he’d never even have thought to carry spare tissues, certainly not use them on me.

HiiiH'schiew…. AssCchiiew I sneeze again aiming into my shoulder but in reality, hitting into Jamie’s neck.

“Bless you….. Right, well guys it was great to catch up. But I’m erm going whisk Rob away now.” With that he steered me away from Ben and Dustin. Ben was still looking at me as if I had the plague. “Night ladies” he called out to the women celebrating at the bar, and with that we’re off.

“Thank you” I say gratefully, “What would I do without you?”

“You’d have to carry your own tissues!” laughs Jamie holding out a clean wad for me. I snuffle and blow as we head back to the room.

The door closes behind us and Jamie is laughing! “His face though!” He chuckles. Jamie pulls his shoes off and sits on the bed. I sit next to him. “Seriously though” I say. “You’ve been so good to me. What can I do for you?” I took a deep breath. “Tell me what you like about my sneezing. What’s your ultimate thing?”

Jamie flushes, and his eyes widen in surprise. “Come on I urge him, taking his hands and squeezing them. Let me do this for you, tell me. I mean, I’m already sneezy so we can have a bit of fun with it right?” I lean in and kiss him on the neck gently, then blow cool air against his skin. He is intoxicating, and I can’t think of anything more that I want to do than watch him go wild. “Would you like me to sneeze for you?” I ask. Jamie nods. “I can’t hear you”.

“Yes” he mutters, clearly embarrassed but interested.

“Yes what – say it Jay”. This is his fetish not mine, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit to being more than a little aroused myself.

“Please Rob, sneeze for me”

I went out to the bathroom and came back with the hotel soap. Not a bad scent, but certainly a tickly one I thought as I uncapped it and took a big sniff.

“Jesus Rob what are you doing?” But even whilst he’s protesting, I can see an involuntary shiver pass through his body, and his hand adjusting his erection. I took another inhale, a bit deeper this time, and I felt the tickle hit the sweet spot of no return in my already sensitive nose.

EeeSssTchiew…Hheeh’AaaSsTchiew…Hhehh’hhe’EssSsTchiew  I sneezed into my elbow. “How’s that Jay?” I ask mischievously. His eyes are transfixed on my face. I can tell he’s tracking my breathing, my flaring nostrils my fluttery eyes. Huuh’GnHXxTch…Hhh’AaaSsTchiew. I explode again “how about that Jay? How am I doing?”

He moaned at me. A really desperate moan. “It’s good Rob, no beyond - amazing. It’s like your sneezing is made for me. You trying to talk in between, those long drawn out hitchy breaths, your perfect pre-sneeze face, and the icing on the cake when you get ‘stuck’ half way through a sneeze. Sneezing looks a bit like orgasm don’t you think?” He’s rambling now – getting lost in verbalising his desires. “All that build up, then a big release. I wonder if you’d look pre orgasm like you do pre sneeze? I love watching you fight for control but losing it. It’s like no matter what you do you have to give in. Oh fuck it’s just so hot.

I inhale the bottle again. “So what uhhh uhhh uuuhh… should I do uuuhhhh eeehhhhhh with this one?” I ask him, trying to hold back and deliver the talking and hitching he wanted. “On me he says. Let go on me”. He pulls his t shirt off. I’m rubbing my nose trying to keep the suspense building. hhehh.. hhuuh’hheh’hheh…Hhhh’EeS— I lift my eyes to look at Jay in those last seconds. His eyes are fixed, he’s holding his own breath. I push him down onto the bed and sit astride him. I am blinking rapidly now, my face is contorting, and the sneeze is building. I drag my eyes to the light to seek a release.

“Oh that’s so fucking hot” moans Jay. His own breathing is shallow, as mine gets deeper.

Hhehh.. Heehh… Hhhuuhh… HhheeH’ESsSTchew I sneeze right down on top of him. I can feel his pelvis roll up to meet mine. “Fuck Rob. That’s so fucking amazing.”

Hhehh.. Heehh… Hhhuuhh I start again. He pulls me down so that I am now closer to his face and neck. I’m uhhh hhehhh going to sneeze again Jaaaay heeehhh just uhhhh for you Essstisshhhoooo….. HiiiH'schiew-schiew-SCHIEW.

“Oh god babe, fucking bless you, bless you, bless you. That is so irresistible” he moans. Then he turns us round so now I’m lying on the bed and he’s astride me. I can feel every inch of his arousal, and surely, he can feel mine. “Can I?” he asks making to remove my t shirt. I nod. “Fuck Rob” he’s saying “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to see this – I have to see this. I have to see those muscles move as you sneeze. He’s stroking my abs, up my chest, drawing circles around my nipples. His eyes are gooey and he is oozing desire. I’m so excited by his response to me.

“Pass me the bottle” I say. Jay reaches it towards me but doesn’t hand it to me. Instead, he waves it under my nose. Ahhh ahhhh I hitch as he takes it away again. I blink and rub my nose. Jay smiles dreamily. He brings the bottle back close again, and I inhale. Hhuhh..hhehh….hhhehhh….hhhehhh’hhhehh’hhehh’ I begin again, feeling the tickle grow and build, I’m craving this release myself now. Again, he moves the bottle away, and the urgency drops. My sneeze is still there, it’s not going away, but it’s just sitting in the top of my nose. I moan, as if I was denied an orgasm, and I’m rewarded by a grind of Jay’s hip again.

“Oh fuck” he moans as he rolls his pelvis over mine. “Come on baby let go for me” he’s urging me now as he brings the bottle close again. “Yeah?” You want me to ahhh ahhhhh huuhhhh snee eehhhh EesSTchew… Hheeh… Hhheh… HAahChiew.

“Bless you. I am never going to get tired of watching you sneeze.”

[Nemo1972]

Chapter 5

Jamie

Rob’s mouth is hanging open, slack jawed as he’s preparing for another sneezing fit.

Hi'schiew-schiew….SCHIEW Hih - ih'STCHEW……SCHiiiiiiieeeew...HehASCHew! Haah... HaahH... HASCHEWWW… Heschew…Schew..HeschEW Heh...hehEsTChew

With every release I can feel his thighs tighten against my legs the jolt of his body rubbing up against me. He’s misting my bare chest each time he bucks up sneezing and fuck this is heaven. I can’t hold back my whimpers and groans every time I feel the expulsion of his sneeze hit my bare skin and his body grind into mine.

He clenches his jaw pressing his lips together fighting the tickle. His nose is twitching and flaring violently, his nose crinkles as he gives a small sniff trying to hold the sneezes off but that appears to have the opposite effect. His lips part slightly on a tiny, hitched breath but that’s all it takes. His body tenses, freezes, every muscle tightening, the rippling muscles in his chest expanding. His nostrils give one final flare.

HAaAAH’TTSSCHIEW…Hhehh…Hhhaahh’ESssTChiew..Hhheh’Hhh’Hhheehh’TSChiew....MmmmppPppsssTCHisshhu

That last one is muffled into my neck as I bring my body down towards him. “Fucking bless you Rob.” I groan. We’re now lying face to face on our sides, his head resting under my chin. He reaches his arms behind me, and we pull into a tight embrace. We are both a bit shaky, although for different reasons. “I love seeing you get like this for me Jay” he murmurs” against my neck.

“Ditto babe” I reply. “Your body is so fucking gorgeous.”

“My body?” he chuckles “I thought it was the sneezing!

“That is fucking amazing” I admit, “but I was undone by you and your good looks well before this sneezing joined the party. Surely you gotta know what a good-looking guy you are? Why else do you think I would join a dance class with you?” Rob blushes and sniffles. “Aww babe” I say sitting up and reaching him some tissue. “You good now? Maybe lets erm take a breather, I’m not sure I can take anymore.”

“Maybe we could try something else?” he suggests raising an eyebrow at me. “I think I might quite like to see this from the other side. How about you sneeze for me?”

I sit back and look at him. His nose is chapped red, his nostrils still wide, his lashes damp from tears, his chest is rising and falling faster than usual, not in a ready to sneeze way, but in a way that shows he’s still recovering from the recent fit. He does still look a bit sneezy and it’s hard to tell if he’s through. Maybe we’ll have a few of those sexy singles that burst out of nowhere. Despite him being the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, I am taken aback by his request.

Noone sees me sneeze. I don’t do sneezing. Well, I mean technically I do, and I know he’s already caught me with the photic response I have. But he can’t know how hung up about it I am. Maybe it’s knowing the response I have to other people sneezing, I really struggle to let go myself. I have become the master of disguise, of control, of delayed gratification. If I’m in public, it just doesn’t happen. I’m so self-conscious about it. I shuffle on the bed nervously. “Umm I’m not sure I could” I say. “There’s nothing to set me off – you’re the guy with the sensitive nose not me!”

“Aww babe!” he says gently stroking my nose. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I don’t want to make you feel awkward. I was just curious.” I stood up rather more quickly than I had intended to. “Maybe we should get cleaned up” I suggest, rooting in my bag for my shower stuff.

I head into the shower to sort myself out. Replaying the sneezing gets me back hard again, and I seek my own release. I’m not sure I still hate my job, but it’s got well fucked up. All clean and back on an even keel again I saunter back into the bedroom. “Your turn!”

Rob disappears into the ensuite, then pokes his head out again a minute later. “I thought you weren’t the one with the sensitive nose?” he asks holding out a bottle of my hypoallergenic soap. I chuckle at him. “No – but you are! Did you really think I was going to be dancing with you whilst I was covered in soap and aftershave that would set you off? After that very first class with the aerosols and the perfumes, I switched brand. I mean dancing with you so intimately was enough to manage without all that allergy stuff too.”

“Oh honey…. Noone has ever had that kind of consideration for me before. Once my dance teacher had to tell the girl I was partnered with to stop wearing her perfume if we were ever going to be competition ready. Every time she swirled around me… well … you can imagine! But she got well offended!”

Rob headed back into the bathroom. I lay down under the duvet and snuggled in. Smiling gently at the image of Rob trying his best to dance his sexy salsa whilst sneezing. Shortly I felt him crawling in beside me. “Is this ok?” he asks “I could sleep on the floor?”

“With all the dust?” I murmur sleepily. “Don’t be daft!” I pull him closer to me, so we are face to face on the pillows. I push his damp hair back behind his ears, stroke his cheek and his nose. “Night Rob” I whisper. “Night Jay”… Then a few minutes later an almost silent breathy “love you.”

We were up and ready quite early the following morning. We had agreed to meet the rest of the group for breakfast before driving back.

There was no mention of last night’s shenanigans, and I’m feeling sad. Rob was busy sneezing in the bathroom, and I was enjoying the sound, playing back last night too. It was by the far the most erotic, heavenly and amazing night of my life. He had blown my fantasies right out of the park. If he hadn’t had been my boss, I would’ve been pushing for more. I would’ve touched him, teased him and sought a bigger release for us both. Then there were the love you words he’d whispered. But fuck he is my line manager, and is that a line we should cross?

We clattered downstairs. I’ll just take the bags to the car I say, as we head into reception. I step out into the morning sunshine, and head toward the car. I felt the beginnings of a tickle begin to prickle in my nose. I sniffed. This sometimes made it go away, but this time, it just increased the teasy tickle in my nose. My eyes began to water. Ok this was a when not if sneeze. I hurried toward the car, thinking I could sneeze into the boot out of sight. “Wait up Jay” I hear Rob calling, and my heart dropped. There was no way I could sneeze in front of him.  “Jay” he called again “You need the keys!”

I turned to him. My stomach was doing somersaults as I went through every trick I knew to stop the sneeze. I dropped the bags down on to the floor and balled up my fists trying to focus my attention elsewhere. I so desperately wanted to be somewhere else, anywhere else. I know my face is crinkling up now, and I can feel the twitching in my nose, and the hitching in my breath.

heuuh ahhh hngnk

I caught my stifled sneeze behind the palms of my hands spread wide across my face.

“Bless you! Says Rob raising his eyebrows. “That did kinda look cute you know, but maybe lose the hands so I can see better.” He stepped forward and put his hands on my shoulders effectively pinning my arms down. I begin to panic. I’m not done yet. I know it’s usually a little burst of 3 sneezes never more, and rarely less. “And you shouldn’t stifle them you know. Makes it worse in the long run. Just sneeze your sneeze Jay, it’s only me.”

I stood for a few seconds in a quiet panic, hoping he would drop his arms. My nose was getting ready. Tears were streaming from my eyes as I hitched and stopped and hitched and stopped. “Come on” Rob is urging, “sneeze for me baby,” It goes against every fibre of my being not to stifle them, and to not let go, but instead I glance up to the light.

AAAuhhhahhhhh ah ah Kershew ahkerSHEW

I sneeze louder than I can remember sneezing for a long time, and right at Rob. His fault for pinning my arms down. I took a few seconds to catch my breath before looking at Rob, then down at the floor. “Bless you twice” he says before pulling me into a big hug. “You do look kind of cute, and a little bit vulnerable. Thank you for sharing. Here,” he says, pulling some tissue out of his pocket. He moves to dab my face, but that’s a step too far. I grab the tissue and blow my own nose, wipe my eyes and pocket the wet remains.

I put the bags in the back of the car, and we head back inside to catch breakfast with the girls. Many of them are nursing hangovers and they’re rather quiet. “Where did you guys get to last night then? One of them asks us. Rob replies “Well it was your success! We went to plan the next outing!” This is met by much whooping. I raised my eyebrow at him, and he smiled his gorgeous sexy smile. “Maybe we should go for some pairings too” he added, this time raising his eyebrow at me. “Anyways ladies, congratulations again. See you at class next week.”

 

 

Edited December 21, 2023 by Nemo1972
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[Nemo1972]

The next week was rather crazy work wise. It felt rather strange not having morning dance lessons with Rob, and he was back to flying solo with the regular dance classes. I didn’t realise how much I had been drawn into his dance world and hadn’t factored how much I would miss it – or him. I didn’t see him around that much. Our schedules just weren’t colliding. I didn’t really know how to approach him, and he hadn’t made any effort to contact me either. I guess what happens on tour stays on tour.

In fact, the first time I saw him was in the team meeting on Friday. I’d made a special effort with my dress that morning, rather excited that we’d be in the room together again. It wasn’t quite the meeting I was expecting. One of the big bosses opened the meeting by congratulating Rob and I on the successful weekend previously. He outlined a plan to increase the dance element of the club. It was apparently going to be a lucrative sideline, offering more classes, and maybe entering more competitions. I looked up at Rob and caught him peeping back at me from behind his hair. He gave me a little wink and a sexy smile.

After the meeting, Rob, Sandy and I were asked to stay behind. Basically, I was being asked to join the dance team. We know that’s going to mean you getting some more practical experience Rob was saying, but between Sandy and I we think we can get you to a decent level. Apparently, there was going to be a big launch of the new dance school in a few weeks. It was proposed we had a couple of show dances and showcase the Latin Ladies. I wasn’t sure what I was thinking, this was taking me some time to process.

Truthfully, I was made up and would love nothing more than to return to dancing with the gorgeous man in front of me. But, and this was a big but, I had fallen too hard for him, and I worried that what I needed was to move on. The last week had been tough emotionally and I felt like if I couldn’t be with him, then maybe I shouldn’t be with him. “Jay?” Rob is asking me for a response. Fuck I don’t even know what the question was. I look at him – throwing him a glance that’s saying ‘help me out here’. “Jay,” he repeats “are you in?” I shrug my shoulders “I guess.”

[dwaekki]

Omg so cute! I loved Jamies stifling and as always Rob's constant sneezing!

[Nemo1972]

Rob

Jamie is looking rather conflicted. I don’t know what I thought his reaction would be, but this wasn’t it. “I guess.” He replies with a shrug. I’m a little disappointed, I was hoping this would be the chance for us to spend some more time together, and for me to dance with him again. As the room empties, we are left alone. “You don’t seem keen” I say.

“To be with you and dance I’m more than keen” he replies “but..”

“But…” I prompt him.

“Well it’s tough isn’t it, dancing together, being together but not being together.” My heart skips a beat, I’d hoped but wasn’t sure he’d felt this way, the same way as me. “Aw babe” I step forward and put my hands on his shoulders. “I know it’s not exactly perfect, but it’s better than nothing? I mean I really missed you this week.”

“Maybe we can give it a go for a bit – see how it goes?” I ask. Jamie is biting on his lip and looking rather vulnerable and uncertain. He runs his hand through his curls. He’s so sexy, and I’ve really missed him. “Come on” I say trying to convince him “let’s just see how it goes”.

“Ok,” he concedes “we can give it a go.”

I pull him into an embrace and slap him on the back. “Yes Jay!” I say – “you do know there’ll be shopping?”

“Shopping”

“Yes” he laughs his sexy chuckle – “you can’t learn to dance properly without the shoes and everything! Tomorrow we could go get you some proper gear and shoes.” I am rewarded with a grin, and he runs his hand through his hair again. “Ok it’s a date!”

I pick him up the next morning and we head off to ‘Dancing Emporium’. It’s quite a drive out of town. I feel like a big kid, all excited to be sharing my passion with him. I’ve put some Latin tracks on the playlist and I’m aware I’m gabbling away about the sort of dances we should do, and how the showcase might work. Jamie is quiet, but I think there’s a little twinkle in his eyes.

We choose him a pair of Latin and a pair of ballroom shoes, and he picks out a couple of training outfits. He looks hot when he shimmies out of the changing room to show off his look. “Just one more thing” I say leading him across the shop. He bursts out in his sexy laugh when we arrive at the male underwear section. “You’re gonna need more than one of those jock straps now” I say.

“There’s quite a choice!” he chuckles.

Purchases made; we head out to grab a bite to eat. As we leave the dim of the shop and step outside, I am surprised by a sudden little ah Kershew.

I look at Jay. “Bless you” I say “The light?” He’s holding his finger up clearly not able to answer.

huhh – ngtx ahh ahh  kerssshew.

His sneezes are cute, I can’t understand why he’s so bothered about it. “Bless you babe” I say. I can tell he’s uncomfortable and embarrassed. “Hey so I had an idea about later. Maybe we could check out a little Salsa club I used to go to? I mean you’ve got the shoes now.” He looks at me uncertainly. My plan needs some more selling. “We don’t have to dance – we could just grab a table, and you could check out what it’s all about.”

“I’ve not got anything with me to wear” he says.

“No problem I say, “we can swing by yours and pick up some stuff and head back to mine. You could stop over afterwards. Not like we’ve not shared the bed before, but the settee isn’t too bad if you’d rather.”

“Oh, go on then” Jay replies biting his lip. “I suppose it’s just research, right?”

We head out at about 9pm. It’s been a lovely, chilled day. Just sitting about in the flat, sharing a meal that we picked up from the local salad bar. I’ve been showing him some of the videos of my dancing comp days, and we’ve watched some training videos of basic salsa. My nose has been quite well behaved too. I’ve only had one little sneezy episode. Jay relaxed more as the day has gone on.

Arriving at the club, we find a table on the side and sit back to enjoy the atmosphere. I am transported back to happy times. I realise how much I want Jay to become as invested as me. There are some really good couples on the dance floor. I lean in toward Jay to point out some of the steps they’re doing. He puts his arm around my shoulder to pull me closer, his other hand resting on my thigh. Our moment is broken by an old dance partner of mine squealing at me! “Come dance” she invites me. I glance at Jay, and he nods.

I take to the floor with her. We danced for a couple of years together. We fall into the muscle memory of each other, half recalling a previous competition dance. I am exhilarated. Jay has really helped me rediscover my love for dancing. It’s nice to have a good partner, and when I glance at him, he’s watching me transfixed.

At the end of the dance, I thank Jenny, agreeing to go again shortly. I look over to Jay, but he’s gone – his chair empty. Just as I begin to worry that I shouldn’t have left him, I feel a tap on my shoulder. “My turn” says Jay in a sexy low voice. He pulls me in “OK you got me” he said, “I don’t want to watch you dance with someone else!”

He stands next to me, and as the music starts, we make an awkward start on the only dance he knows – the Latin ladies routine. It’s not exactly Salsa, and it’s not the right track but it’s not too out of place. As we get into the rhythm of it, I can feel his confidence increasing. His movements become more sure, and I am adding a few embellishments of my own. By the time the music ends we tumble into each other laughing breathless. Jenny sidles past “ooh you hotties” she says winking. “You certainly got an upgrade in this model she says.” I look at Jay, and we burst into laughter again. “He’s not bad is he?” I reply to Jenny. Jay punches me playfully on the arm. “Oi!” he says “Not bad?!”

The rest of the evening passes successfully. I’ve had a couple of dances with Jenny, and Jay and I have laughed and joked, once again relaxed and easy in each other’s company. I realise how happy I am in this moment, and how I don’t want it to end.

“That was a fun night – thank you” says Jamie as we clamber into the Uber. “I’m going to seriously have to learn some more steps though! I don’t want to embarrass myself with repeating that same old routine over and over!”

“Your wish is my command Jay, it’s going to be fun trust me!” I smile at him, and am rewarded by his sexy grin, and he pushes his curls out of his eyes, only for them to tumble straight back down.

Falling into bed I slide up to Jay. He’s already tucked up, looking sleepy but happy. “Hey” I say quietly. “Hey right back at ya!” mumbles Jay, scooping me into the crook of his arm. This is so easy, so right. I drift off to sleep a smile on my face.

I opened my eyes the following morning and groaned. They were itchy and watery. I glanced across to the pillow next to me. Jay was buried in the pillow, his curls falling around him. He was so gorgeous I thought to myself. Caring, considerate and I wondered what he’d be like in bed. It was all I could do not to reach over and stroke his hair, his back, turn him over so I could see the rest of his chiselled muscles.

I knew I was going to have a sneezing fit from the moment I woke up. A growing itch was nudging the back of my nose. I’d woken up feeling stuffy and as if my head was clogged. I breathed shallowly through my mouth. My chest was heaving as I felt the itch growing, expanding and evolving slowly but most surely into the urge to sneeze. Ah fuck I thought. I didn’t want to wake up Jay, certainly not this way. God, I hate these allergies.

I tried to fight it although I knew it would be ultimately futile. I thought about my options. I could try to dash for the bathroom to indulge in my sneezing alone. Would I make it? Would my copious sneezing wake him anyway. I knew these would be intense and massive. Or I could stay wrapped warm in the covers. I sat there pinching my nose, ineffectually willing the tickle to disappear and leave me alone. I wasn’t in the mood to be overpowered. Just thinking about my sneezing made the need increase.

It all happened quickly in the end. After that long build up, the tickle worming it’s way around, the sneeze when it came took me by surprise. An incredibly forceful AHhhhKerrCHEW snapped me forward into a sitting position.

“Bless you, Rob” a warm, sleepy voice. He turned on his pillow to look at me. His gorgeous brown eyes, half sleepy but with a sparkle in them. He rubbed them and stretched a little, then reached an arm out to me touching me gently on my forearm.

I felt another strong sneeze approaching uhh huuh uuhhhhh ngtx,

“Hey babe, don’t stifle them. It’s bad for you.” There was a definite smile in his voice. I didn’t want him to be finding this funny – or anything else. I was not in the mood. The next sneeze was making it’s presence known, the itch growing now. Essstisshhhoooo….. HiiiH'schiew-schiew-SCHIEW. “Bless you” said Jay. Even that annoyed me. Like would he ever give it a rest? Huuhh -heh chiew  Hhhehh tchiew.

Jay tugged at my sleeve and pulled me down again next to him. He was looking at me, his eyes full of compassionate, and a twinkle of lust. Heeeeh….Haaaa….HeeeeH…Heee’EStchuuuushew… Heeh’ehhhsssscheeew…. HiiiH'schiew-schiew-SCHIEW

I can feel Jays firm body holding me tight as I sneeze violently and uncontrollably against his chest. Eeeestttchew – sstttchew, heehuhhhhhaaatchew, hehuhhassstichiew

“Bless you” he repeats for the umpteenth time. Then I can feel something soft and papery. “Here” says Jay. I took the tissue and sighed feeling relief and gratitude. Maybe blowing my nose will help. Fumbling with them I try to unfold them and hold them up to my sneezy nose. Before I can blow, I let out another few intense sneezes. Then I take advantage of a short pause to give a resounding blow. I blew my nose repeatedly, interrupted by just a few smaller akkerchiews.

At last I could open my eyes for the second time that morning. “Better?” Jay asks. He props himself up on the pillow. Unlike me, he looked bright and alert. “Yeah” I shrug my shoulders. “Sorry about that I didn’t mean to wake you just…. Y’know”

“No need to apologise to me. It’s just a part of you. I don’t mind. You know I find you sexy!” I feel bad for being grumpy with him earlier. He swaps my wet tissue for some new ones and reaches me a drink.

“Even like huuhhh – aahhhh hhuuu aaahhhkershciew like thi… Heee’EStchuuuushew… Heeh’ehhhsssscheeew. Oh fuck make it stop now” I say giving my nose another blow into the tissues. “You think I’m sexy like this?” I finally get the question out.

“You know it Rob” say Jay with a wink. He leaned in and kissed me, “Especially like this!” He lay back down on his pillow, one hand up behind his head. I lay back too. I was relaxing now, the sneezing and blowing seemed to have dislodged the worst of the tickle. He leaned forward to kiss me again. A long, gentle kiss, exploring each other. I was lost in the moment briefly until I felt the pressure in my sinuses building again. Not wanting to let go of Jamie, I continued with this kiss. I could feel my nose begin twitching and my nostrils were flaring. My breath was hitching wildly now. Jamie had his hands cupped around my head. Fuuckk I thought, I need you to let me go. The more I pulled back the more he seemed to hold me tight. Finally in a panic I managed to tear my mouth away and turn fractionally from him.

“Sorry, I need to…. Huuuhhh I’m going to huuhhu hhhuuuuhh Heee ahhhkerchew Ieessssshhhooo hshhhoooo hehe he tchooo!”

[Privatedancer]

Hi Nemo1972- glad you found the forum and have started writing.  This is a great place to write about something we are all enthusiastic about:). I can’t help but notice a very strong connection between this story and another story I love in the forum, “The Advertisement”. Different characters and story elements but very similar formulary. I was just wondering if that was an influence for you. 

[dwaekki]

Rob is so sweet despite getting annoyed at Jamie for a second, I'm happy you've continued this in the new year!