Black Butterfly for Dove
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Adult +
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Chapter 2: Dates and Dancing
This story is set in the 1920's era, thus the slang =3 if you want information on the words used here go to: http://local.aaca.org/bntc/slang/slang.htm
(this story will also be coinsiding with the Era racially (black and white gay love) and the problems faced on both sides
*this is also my first yaoi story =D so please, do be kind, and rate/read/revied
All character belong and were created by me(C)
***
The streets were alight with clubs, people and the ramble of cars as they passed along. The smells of foods, liquors and the sounds of bluse and ragtime rolled out of every bar.
On James' arm was River. His hair, still only the wig, was done up fashionably. He wore a short, sequened dress that hardly covered his knee, and lace-up high heels. On him, everything looked soft and small. His little hips swayed as he pratically danced up the aveneu.
"I haven't been on a date since I came back from Paris!" he smiled, "I missed being out with a man like this..."
James smiled for his happyness, but frowned at the sound of 'a man'.
"How many men have you been with...like this..?"
River turned to face him, sitting on his heels--rocking back and forth.
"Many men, honey...I'm sorry to say. I can see it bothers you.."
"It does." he said honestly. River sighed and took his hand.
"Don't hate me for it, Daddy Fellows...I've had a time trying to figure out who I was...I'm only 18..."
James looked at him with a full blush, "E-e-eighteen...??!"
"Mm-hm, Daddy...How old did you think I was?" River smiled.
"I-I...I dunno..." James scratched his blonde hair and closed his eyes. "At least twenty..." James whispered to himself.
"Please! Don't get thrown by my age! I'm very mature! I promise..."
James sighed and looked into River's pleading eyes. His face was saddened, and those grey eyes started to well up with tears. He suddenly embraced the boy tightly in his arms.
"I won't leave..sugar.." he whispered to him.
For the first time in a long time, Buterfly blushed. He smiled and let tears roll down his cheeks.
"I'm glad..." River pulled away softly and smiled, chuckling, still with tears, "Oh, no, Daddy! I'm gonna ruin your suit! And it looks so good on you, too..." he brushed the lapels on his suit coat, but James stopped him.
"Don't fret on it..." and winked at the boy, who blushed again.
"Ha! Now look whose face is all read? Hn, sugar?"
After gathering their thoughts and walking down a little further, they saw the club; called Chrysanthemum, it was a thoroughly alive bar—and undercover juice joint—like most of the clubs in the area.
“Hay! It’s the reporter!” James could recognize that voice from anywhere; it was Marian running towards them. She wore her hair short, just like River and had on a similar dress too.“My, my, don’t we just look like a pair of dolls?”
Marian turned to see Butterfly waving at her in a polite manner.
“I-It’s you!” she gasped dramatically, “Are, you two going out?! I never would have guessed!”
“Me neither,” spoke up her husband Thom, from behind her. His zoot-suit was sharp and buttoned up to the last button. His hat matched and was tipped to the side ace-duce.
“I’m just taking her out for a meeting—to get to know her better...” James laughed, trying to suppress the large blush spreading across his face.
“A meeting?” smiled Marian, “No, no, darling—I doubt it’s a meeting…”
After the girls teased him more about his ‘meeting’, they went inside—vouching for River, when the boy’s said she was their dame—and took their places at a leather booth, cut out into the wall and situated diagonally from the stage. “Oh, this place is just jumpin’, Daddy!” giggled River, taking everything in. Marian agreed and they looked around at everything like bright-eyed children.
“So you’re going out with her..? Heh, I told you—don’t look into her eyes…”
“Have you looked into her eyes, Thom..?” James spoke, drinking the last of his bootleg in one shot. Thom followed suit with his Daniels.
“I have. But I never felt the need to keep goin’ with it. She’s a man, I know it. That’s enough for me to stop the little fantasies.” Then he smiled wickedly,
“Did you two hit the sack yet?”
James turned red and stiffened. He glared at Thom, then looked to make sure the girls weren’t paying attention; instead they were having a bull session, which also made the man tense.
“No,” James’ whispered harshly, “I haven’t. Why do you need to know?!”
“No reason. I just want to see how far the rabbit hole goes—If you catch my drift...”
“Yea, I do, Thom, and it stinks to high heaven.”
Eventually the boys flagged down a hostess to get them some beers.
“Hay, when’s the Duke comin’ out?!” Marian complained, “He’s just keen...”
“Yea,” sighed River, combing through her white wigged hair, “He’s a real cat-daddy…” The boys rolled their eyes.
“He’s alright...” said Thom, finishing his last beer, “I like Holiday better.”
“You listen to Billy Holiday?” asked the girls in unison. Thom growled at them and James could only laugh, as did the girls.
“I didn’t mean anything by it, honey!” River smiled, “But—I just didn’t think you were such a deep individual.” She finished with a sweet wink that left him startled. Marian smiled as River sipped her drink.
After the lights dimmed and Duke’s band began to play the girls were begging to get out and cut a rug.
“C’mon, baby!” crooned Marian, “Get up and get to hoofin’!”
“I said no. I’m loaded. You know how bad I dance when I’m loaded…” Thom tried to wave her off, but she wasn’t having it.
“I know, baby…But please…I mean, look at little Dove and his Butterfly…” She pointed across the room to James and River, who were truly showing up everyone else in the establishment.
The crowd around them clapped as they watched them as they jittered, cake-walked and Charleston-ed across the floor.
“Hay, isn’t that Black Butterfly?!” and the crowd roared up a storm. They cater-called and cajoled them on to finish the song.
“I didn’t know you could be such a hoofer, Daddy!” River giggled as she twirled under his legs, his hands holding hers as she dipped.
He pulled her close as the dance finished, “I didn’t know I couldn’t, sugar..” he teased. River blushed deeply and smiled as the crowd clapped them off.
“Awww! I miss everything!” whined Marian as they left; it was nearly 1:30 in the morning.
“Dry up, will ‘ya, Marian?!” Thom was left holding the side of his head, with his other hand in his pocket. “What ‘ya can do is butt me one…”
She sighed as she reached into her clutch and pulled out a cigarette; River lit it for her and she placed it into her beau’s mouth.
“Sorry you didn’t dance, Mare.” whispered James, holding onto her shoulder, “We can go out together again soon if you want.”
Marian smiled and tugged on her husband’s coat. He nodded and grumbled something, taking a puff from his smoke.
“Yea, yea, next time…But Johnny-boy, you’re payin’!”
***
(this story will also be coinsiding with the Era racially (black and white gay love) and the problems faced on both sides
*this is also my first yaoi story =D so please, do be kind, and rate/read/revied
All character belong and were created by me(C)
***
The streets were alight with clubs, people and the ramble of cars as they passed along. The smells of foods, liquors and the sounds of bluse and ragtime rolled out of every bar.
On James' arm was River. His hair, still only the wig, was done up fashionably. He wore a short, sequened dress that hardly covered his knee, and lace-up high heels. On him, everything looked soft and small. His little hips swayed as he pratically danced up the aveneu.
"I haven't been on a date since I came back from Paris!" he smiled, "I missed being out with a man like this..."
James smiled for his happyness, but frowned at the sound of 'a man'.
"How many men have you been with...like this..?"
River turned to face him, sitting on his heels--rocking back and forth.
"Many men, honey...I'm sorry to say. I can see it bothers you.."
"It does." he said honestly. River sighed and took his hand.
"Don't hate me for it, Daddy Fellows...I've had a time trying to figure out who I was...I'm only 18..."
James looked at him with a full blush, "E-e-eighteen...??!"
"Mm-hm, Daddy...How old did you think I was?" River smiled.
"I-I...I dunno..." James scratched his blonde hair and closed his eyes. "At least twenty..." James whispered to himself.
"Please! Don't get thrown by my age! I'm very mature! I promise..."
James sighed and looked into River's pleading eyes. His face was saddened, and those grey eyes started to well up with tears. He suddenly embraced the boy tightly in his arms.
"I won't leave..sugar.." he whispered to him.
For the first time in a long time, Buterfly blushed. He smiled and let tears roll down his cheeks.
"I'm glad..." River pulled away softly and smiled, chuckling, still with tears, "Oh, no, Daddy! I'm gonna ruin your suit! And it looks so good on you, too..." he brushed the lapels on his suit coat, but James stopped him.
"Don't fret on it..." and winked at the boy, who blushed again.
"Ha! Now look whose face is all read? Hn, sugar?"
After gathering their thoughts and walking down a little further, they saw the club; called Chrysanthemum, it was a thoroughly alive bar—and undercover juice joint—like most of the clubs in the area.
“Hay! It’s the reporter!” James could recognize that voice from anywhere; it was Marian running towards them. She wore her hair short, just like River and had on a similar dress too.“My, my, don’t we just look like a pair of dolls?”
Marian turned to see Butterfly waving at her in a polite manner.
“I-It’s you!” she gasped dramatically, “Are, you two going out?! I never would have guessed!”
“Me neither,” spoke up her husband Thom, from behind her. His zoot-suit was sharp and buttoned up to the last button. His hat matched and was tipped to the side ace-duce.
“I’m just taking her out for a meeting—to get to know her better...” James laughed, trying to suppress the large blush spreading across his face.
“A meeting?” smiled Marian, “No, no, darling—I doubt it’s a meeting…”
After the girls teased him more about his ‘meeting’, they went inside—vouching for River, when the boy’s said she was their dame—and took their places at a leather booth, cut out into the wall and situated diagonally from the stage. “Oh, this place is just jumpin’, Daddy!” giggled River, taking everything in. Marian agreed and they looked around at everything like bright-eyed children.
“So you’re going out with her..? Heh, I told you—don’t look into her eyes…”
“Have you looked into her eyes, Thom..?” James spoke, drinking the last of his bootleg in one shot. Thom followed suit with his Daniels.
“I have. But I never felt the need to keep goin’ with it. She’s a man, I know it. That’s enough for me to stop the little fantasies.” Then he smiled wickedly,
“Did you two hit the sack yet?”
James turned red and stiffened. He glared at Thom, then looked to make sure the girls weren’t paying attention; instead they were having a bull session, which also made the man tense.
“No,” James’ whispered harshly, “I haven’t. Why do you need to know?!”
“No reason. I just want to see how far the rabbit hole goes—If you catch my drift...”
“Yea, I do, Thom, and it stinks to high heaven.”
Eventually the boys flagged down a hostess to get them some beers.
“Hay, when’s the Duke comin’ out?!” Marian complained, “He’s just keen...”
“Yea,” sighed River, combing through her white wigged hair, “He’s a real cat-daddy…” The boys rolled their eyes.
“He’s alright...” said Thom, finishing his last beer, “I like Holiday better.”
“You listen to Billy Holiday?” asked the girls in unison. Thom growled at them and James could only laugh, as did the girls.
“I didn’t mean anything by it, honey!” River smiled, “But—I just didn’t think you were such a deep individual.” She finished with a sweet wink that left him startled. Marian smiled as River sipped her drink.
After the lights dimmed and Duke’s band began to play the girls were begging to get out and cut a rug.
“C’mon, baby!” crooned Marian, “Get up and get to hoofin’!”
“I said no. I’m loaded. You know how bad I dance when I’m loaded…” Thom tried to wave her off, but she wasn’t having it.
“I know, baby…But please…I mean, look at little Dove and his Butterfly…” She pointed across the room to James and River, who were truly showing up everyone else in the establishment.
The crowd around them clapped as they watched them as they jittered, cake-walked and Charleston-ed across the floor.
“Hay, isn’t that Black Butterfly?!” and the crowd roared up a storm. They cater-called and cajoled them on to finish the song.
“I didn’t know you could be such a hoofer, Daddy!” River giggled as she twirled under his legs, his hands holding hers as she dipped.
He pulled her close as the dance finished, “I didn’t know I couldn’t, sugar..” he teased. River blushed deeply and smiled as the crowd clapped them off.
“Awww! I miss everything!” whined Marian as they left; it was nearly 1:30 in the morning.
“Dry up, will ‘ya, Marian?!” Thom was left holding the side of his head, with his other hand in his pocket. “What ‘ya can do is butt me one…”
She sighed as she reached into her clutch and pulled out a cigarette; River lit it for her and she placed it into her beau’s mouth.
“Sorry you didn’t dance, Mare.” whispered James, holding onto her shoulder, “We can go out together again soon if you want.”
Marian smiled and tugged on her husband’s coat. He nodded and grumbled something, taking a puff from his smoke.
“Yea, yea, next time…But Johnny-boy, you’re payin’!”
***