Worth Waiting For

By Kim Dare

When Colby earned a swimming scholarship to the Falcon Institute of Training, he expected to spend all his time either training or studying, but that was before he looked out of his living room window and straight into the dance studio opposite.

It’s taken Noah years, but he’s finally got his life in order. He teaches dance classes all day, hits the clubs every night and he’s not looking for complications—especially not in the form of overly-innocent swimmers who like to spy on him from across the street.

The first time Colby approaches him, Noah has no trouble turning him away. It’s only when Colby returns years later, to collect on a casually delivered promise, that Noah finds himself incapable of keeping Colby locked out of his carefully re-constructed life.

Their kinks may match up perfectly, but their lives and their pasts couldn’t be more different. Years have passed, but will what they have together turn out to be worth waiting for?

Author note: This story contains ***strictly non-sexual*** flashbacks to when one character was under 18.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kim Dare
• Release date: Oct 27, 2013
• ISBN: 9781311827432

Kim Dare

Kim is a bisexual submissive from Wales (UK). First published in 2008, she has since released over 100 BDSM erotic romance titles ranging from short stories to full length novels. Having worked with a host of fantastic e-publishers, she moved into self publishing in 2013. While she occasionally enjoys writing other pairings, most of Kim's stories focus on Male/Male relationships. But, no matter what the pairing, from paranormal to contemporary, and from the sweet to the intense, everything she writes will always feature three things - Kink, Love and a Happy Ending.

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Please note: This story contains ***strictly non-sexual*** flashbacks to when one character was under 18.

Additional content notes for this title are available on the author’s website, but please be aware that they contain significant spoilers.

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Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

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Chapter One

Three years ago

Colby Landon stared intently through the window, but he didn’t see anything that happened in the street below him. The living room of the fourth floor flat had a perfect view into the dance studio on the third floor of the building opposite, and his gaze never wavered from it.

Behind him, Colby heard his older brother, Tony, wandering around the room, collecting all the things he’d want ready for training the following morning. Colby’s attention remained fixed on the view through the window.

What time are you heading out tomorrow? Tony asked.

Colby still didn’t glance in his brother’s direction. Coach Walters wants us in the pool by five-thirty, so I guess I’ll be out of here at about five.

So, shouldn’t you be in bed by now?

Yeah, but so should you, Colby said, vaguely. There was no sign of movement in the dance studio, but Colby had no doubt the dance instructor was still there, tucked away in one of the more private rooms at the back of the studio. Colby had been watching the building for hours; the guy couldn’t have left without him noticing. And, since the dancer never went to sleep without switching off the lights in the studio, that meant—

You know you’re turning into a stalker, right? Tony asked.

Yeah, okay. Goodnight. I’ll see you tomorrow evening, Colby said, automatically. I think I should be home at about six.

Tony laughed and ruffled Colby’s hair on his way past. Don’t stay up all night watching your crush, kiddo. And don’t blame me when your coach busts your balls for falling asleep in the pool tomorrow morning.

Colby heard Tony’s bedroom door click shut. A few minutes later, a complete hush settled over their flat.

His crush, as Tony had been so nice to label him, was bound to come back into the studio’s main room soon—even if it was just to switch off the lights. There was still a good chance Colby would be able to get a final glimpse of him before he went to bed.

Half an hour later, one of the doors on the back wall of the studio space finally swung open. The bright lights above the dance floor made it easy to see every detail of the dancer’s appearance as he strode through the room. Colby leaned closer to the window. Damn, but the guy was stunning. Dark brown hair that begged to be touched and a body that would make any gay man whimper.

Tonight, the dancer was obviously going out, because no one would wear leather trousers that tight if he was planning to stay in. Colby watched the dancer leave the studio. He’d seen him through the window more than often enough to know what would happen next. In an hour or two’s time, the guy would return wrapped around some apparently random stranger, and they’d both disappear through the door leading into a private space at the rear of the studio.

Colby sighed. If he was the one who was lucky enough to go home with the dancer, it would be different. If he was there, they’d fall asleep curled up together in the same bed—Colby wouldn’t walk out the moment he zipped up, the way every other man seemed to. And Colby wouldn’t just visit the studio once, either, he’d go back every chance he got. Hell, if he ever managed to get into the dance studio, he’d never want to leave at all…

One moment Colby was staring out of the window, the same way he had dozens of times before, the next moment he’d made his decision and was already halfway across the living room. He probably had an extra two flights of stairs to catch up by now, but the dancer hadn’t been walking that fast. It might be possible.

He raced to the flat’s front door, only to stop short with his fingers wrapped around the handle.

Damn! Rushing into the kitchen he scrawled gone out on the note pad hanging on the fridge. It wasn’t that much of a heads up for his brother if Tony went looking for him, but there was no time to worry about that now. Tony’s wallet lay on the kitchen counter, along with his keys, his i-pod, and everything else he intended to take to training the following morning.

Colby patted his pockets and tried to remember where he’d put his own wallet. No time for that either. He slipped Tony’s wallet into his pocket and headed for the door once more.

Colby threw himself down the stairs three at a time. He reached the door out of his building just in time to see the guy from the dance studio turn the corner at the end of the street. Tucking his hands into his pockets and striding out, doing his best not to look like he was stalking anyone, Colby headed after him.

Three corners later, he’d caught up enough to be less than ten yards behind the dancer. Then, for the first time since he left the flat, Colby hesitated. He watched the dancer stride confidently past the line of men outside a nightclub. A quick smile and the bouncer waved him inside.

The queue stretched halfway along the building and didn’t seem to be moving at all. Colby looked along the row of men, sighed, and joined the end of the line.

A few minutes passed, and he spotted one of the club’s bouncers walking down the row of men waiting to get in. Every so often the bouncer stopped to speak to someone. Some guys were sent to the front of the queue and invited to go straight in. Others were sent out of the line altogether.

Stepping closer to the wall, Colby did his best to look inconspicuous—it wasn’t easy. Everyone around him was dressed for clubbing. He was still in worn-out jeans and a long sleeve T-shirt advertising his attendance at the Falconer Institute of Training. He stared down at his trainers, pushed his hands deeper into his pockets, and tried not to look nervous.

ID?

Colby blinked up at the bouncer.

ID? the man repeated.

They weren’t that close to a streetlight. People always said he looked a lot like his brother. Colby took Tony’s wallet out of his pocket and handed over his brother’s driving licence.

The bouncer looked from him, to the ID and back again. You’re nineteen?

Colby nodded. He was six foot three compared to Tony’s six foot four. They had the same blond hair and blue eyes. Hours of swimming every day had given him more muscle than most guys his age. He could pull this off if he didn’t say something stupid.

The bouncer handed Tony’s ID back to Colby and motioned him out of the line. Colby felt his cheeks turn red. He was just about to head home with his tail tucked between his legs when the bouncer pointed him toward the front of the queue.

Was he supposed to tip him? Before he had a chance to work out the right answer, the bouncer had moved on to those who’d joined the queue after Colby. Trying not to feel too guilty about all the people who should be going in ahead of him, Colby walked to the front of the line. A second bouncer looked him up and down.

Colby smiled hopefully. The bouncer smiled back and waved him in.

The instant Colby stepped into the club, music surrounded him. It pounded through the whole building, seeming to pump up between the floor boards and seep straight into his feet.

Nudging people out of the way as politely as possible, he worked his way deeper inside. His height advantage over most of the men there didn’t help much in the gloom.

Half an hour later, he was in the thickest part of the crowd and—

There! The man from the dance studio! Relief rushed through Colby.

The guy was on the dance floor, moving to the beat as if the music was part of his soul, but he didn’t seem to be dancing with a specific partner. The men around him seemed more of an annoyance than an attraction.

As Colby watched from the edge of the dance floor, a whole succession of men approached the dancer, rubbing themselves up against him in what Colby considered to be a quite unnecessarily intimate way, but the dancer never allowed one man to keep his attention for too long. He soon moved away, letting the music reclaim him.

Colby stared, completely enchanted. It was so different from watching him at the studio. The simple fact that Colby could hear what the guy was dancing to made it a hundred times more intense. Several yards still separated them, but there were no window panes or streets to keep them apart. He’d never been closer to everything he’d ever wanted in his life.

Then, suddenly, the dancer was moving away. Colby instinctively stepped forward, desperately trying to keep him in sight. Past the other side of the dance floor, Colby saw the dancer join a group at the bar. From the way he spoke to them, the other men were all friends of his, but there was still no one man he focused on.

Colby took a deep breath and walked up to the group. He stopped a foot or two behind the dancer.

Can I buy you a drink?

The guy turned toward him, so did everyone else in the group, but Colby kept all his attention on the dancer.

He’s pretty, one of the other men observed. Why don’t you let me buy you a drink instead, honey? He stepped up alongside the dancer, reached out and put a friendly hand on Colby’s arm.

No, thank you. Colby never looked away from the dancer. This close he could make out the colour of his eyes for the first time. They were deep blue and damn near hypnotic.

Oh, come on, the dancer’s friend began.

The dancer frowned. Leave him be, Kevin.

Why? Kevin asked.

Because he needed a fake ID to get in here, the dancer said, with complete conviction.

What? Kevin said.

Even while he spoke to his friend, the dancer kept his attention on Colby. He’s underage. Let him be.

Colby felt the heat race to his cheeks and prayed that the lighting was low enough that no one would spot his blush.

He looks like he’s old enough to know what he wants to me, Noah, Kevin said. He slid his hand higher up Colby’s arm.

Noah—at least Colby knew the dancer’s name, now. It wasn’t much, but he was willing to be thankful for it. I am old enough to know what I want, and I don’t want your hand on my arm, thank you. He looked pointedly at the way Kevin’s fingertips caressed his upper arm.

Kevin chuckled, seeming completely unrepentant, but he also let go of Colby’s arm.

Colby turned his attention back to Noah.

Noah looked him up and down, still frowning slightly. You don’t belong here, kid. Go home.

The dismissal cut deep, but Colby held back a flinch through sheer force of will. I’m not a child.

Noah‘s eyes turned slightly sad. Yeah, right, and I bet you believe you actually know what you’re doing, too. Don’t you?

Colby didn’t know what to say to that. All he knew was that he could feel the dancer slipping away from him even while they stood there. I’m nineteen, he rushed out.

Noah held out his hand. I can spot a fake ID from the other side of the room.

No problem. Colby fished out Tony’s wallet and handed over his ID. It’s genuine.

Noah studied it for what felt like hours, tilting it toward what little light there was. You’re right, he finally admitted. It’s genuine.

Colby smiled.

Noah didn’t. There’s a good family resemblance, too. I’m guessing Anthony Landon is your brother, or maybe a cousin?

Colby automatically took the ID back when Noah offered it to him. Brother, he muttered.

And how old are you really…? He left a gap inviting Colby to fill it with a name.

Colby considered lying, but a quick glance at Noah’s expression and he thought better of it. Colby. Fifteen, he admitted.

And what the hell are you doing in a club like this?

I wanted to talk to you.

To me?

Colby nodded.

For the first time, Noah looked confused. Why?

Colby’s blush deepened. He hadn’t actually thought about how to explain himself past that point.

Noah grabbed his arm. His grip couldn’t have felt more different than Kevin’s. When Noah walked away from the bar, Colby willingly went with him. Hell, it wasn’t much, but the hand on his arm was at least physical contact of a sort.

He didn’t pay too much attention to where they were going until Noah led him out through a side door. The alley was quiet compared to the club. A nearby security light meant it was actually brighter out there than it had been inside.

I don’t know you, Noah said. I’m good with faces. I’d remember it if we’d met before.

I live in the building opposite you.

Noah just stared at him for a few seconds. You followed me here?

Colby nodded. I’m not stalking you, I swear, I just… You’re a really amazing dancer.

Noah half smiled at that. "You’re some sort of unlikely fan of modern