For as long as he can remember, ballet has been Matt’s passion. As he walks along the street feeling rejuvenated and on a high from his first class and from having been admired by a much younger man, he thinks about the night he met Gabe. Gabe was the best thing that had ever happened to him. Their mutual attraction had been instantaneous. Gabe was a find and before Matt knew it they had become lovers. As he continues on his way home, Matt thinks about the man in his dance class and he wonders what the young man could possibly see in a man of his years. Perhaps in becoming a part of the young man’s future, Matt is trying to find redemption from his own past, a past which continues to haunt him.
As he watched Derek's steps, Matt found the young man’s form sensually stirring. Singularly handsome in repose, Derek became electrifying when he flew across the floor in a series of grand jetes, then like a falcon coming to rest landing noiselessly in a deep plie, his smile radiant. Matt ached to be involved again in a love life more than in day dreams. Derek had assumed a featured role in his recurring sexual fantasies.
In their air-conditioned cabin at water's edge, they lay naked on the bed with their fingertips idly tracing teasing patterns on each other. Turning on his side, Matt draped his leg over Derek's stomach and followed the furrows of his ear with the tip of his tongue.
"I feel so relaxed. There's nothing like a day in the sun and the sea."
"And an afternoon of sex," Derek said in a husky, put on voice.
"I don't know exactly what you might see in an older man...or want for that matter. But whatever it is, I know you've done something for me."
"You've stopped the clock...and I'll do anything in the world for you."
Derek didn't respond as he leaned over and gazed into Matt's eyes, and then without saying anything he kissed him gently on the lips.