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Lessons in Disco

May 28th, 2010 (03:20 pm)

It all started with alex_beecroft saying that her e-reader cut off the name of titles so Lessons in Discovery became Lessons in Disco...

Just imagine that somehow the boys have stepped through a time portal conveniently located half way up the Backs, opposite Trinity.


"I think your last evening in the twenty first century deserves a special celebration. Something better than a few beers and a chicken tikka massala." Alex Beecroft had a particularly wicked look on her face.

"That's a shame," Erastes ventured. "One of the best things about being on earth nowadays must be the accessibility of decent Indian restaurants. And even Orlando enjoyed that take-away." The remark raised a smirk among all the company, the man in question having sweated so much at the consumption of a simple Korma their first evening here - and having suffered so much in the aftermath - that he swore he would never touch a spice again. Jonty had managed a Madras and now regarded his lover with a distinct degree of moral superiority that could not be gainsaid.

Charlie Cochrane smiled her maternal smile. "There's a club..."

"Like a gentlemen's club?" Orlando was trying hard to find his feet again. He didn't like this world and was glad he'd be long gone before it came to fruition. He was happy to cling to anything that reminded him of the 1900’s.

"Not quite, although it's predominantly gentlemen that frequent it. Most of them definitely men, anyway," Charlie added, rather enigmatically.

"And what would one do there?" Jonty had caught the undercurrent in the conversation.

"Drink. Eat. Dance. Raise a toast to new friends and departed ones." Alex nodded as if that sealed the matter.

"Well that sounds just the job. What say, Orlando?"

"How do we dance if there are no women? Is it like the hornpipes that sailors perform on ships?"

When the assembled authors had finished laughing and dried their eyes, they simply shook their heads and rose. "Come on, this you need to see."

The music was like nothing the men had ever heard. Some of it loud, clashing, at times more like a musical representation of a field gun than anything they'd come across. Sometimes they could make out the odd word; there was a song which Jonty adored and insisted be repeated again and again so that he could sing along that he too didn't feel like dancing, no sir, no dancing today. He made a point of telling Orlando that he would perform this at High table next time the Master suggested they get the Morris men in for the first of May.

Orlando couldn’t have sung even if he had the musical ear that his lover possessed. He sat, stunned, a bottle of beer in his hand and in front of him a packet of what were said to be thinly cut fried potatoes, but which tasted like salted sawdust. There were men dancing with other men. In broad daylight. Well, not quite broad daylight, given that it was night time and the light inside this club was fairly dim - but in public, certainly. Alex and Charlie had joined them, waving their arms in semaphore motions to a song about something called a YMCA, a song that even Erastes was tapping her feet to, although she was signally not indulging in the dancing.

Some of the men could dance beautifully and Orlando suspected if he didn't concentrate one hundred per cent of the time, one of them would be whisking Jonty up onto the floor and jiggling about with him in an unseemly manner. He'd had a few beers and now needed to find the modern equivalent of the St. Bride’s lavatories, but he dare not, just in case; he crossed his legs and thought of England.

A man came over, looking flushed. Orlando had met him earlier—Bruin, an author of sober, dapper appearance—and the sight of him now, shaking his unseemly parts around, was a profound shock.

"Fancy a dance, Orlando? Just the one?"

Orlando felt like he'd just had someone from ‘the college next door’ sneak up and throw bricks through his window. "Sorry, need to ..." he indicated the toilets and sped off to take a refuge there and weigh up his options.

Rarely in the service of mathematics or detection had Orlando Coppersmith had to admit to a mistake, but on this occasion he’d employed the wrong tactics - discretion hadn’t proved the better part of valour. When he returned to the main part of the club he found a song being played that concerned a Dancing Queen and there - out on the floor but definitely not young and sweet, only seventeen - was Jonty, dancing with a hulking rugby player whose name was Gareth. Or sort of dancing - more a sinuous curve of body around body that made Orlando’s blood boil. Action was required - the sort of decisive stroke that had caught many a murderer. Orlando took a deep breath and raised himself up to his full height. "Bruin—I believe I’m ready for that dance which you so kindly offered."

A smug, shy, little grin crossed the man's face. "That'd be a treat, Orlando."

Now it would be an exaggeration to say that Orlando enjoyed himself - but it wasn’t the agony he thought it would be. There were no steps or patterns to learn, just a general moving to the beat of the music, which was all a damn sight easier than the dances he’d had to use at the hotel in Kent. The sheer amount of bodily contact was disturbing and he wished he had the ability to let himself go as Jonty was doing. The man was as happy as Orlando had ever seen him, outside of a bed or rugby scrum.

Several more dances followed, in which the notion of set partners seemed to disappear. At last the rapid tempo of the music fell and a lovely, plaintive melody began to waft over the floor—Bruin whispered in Jonty's ear and propelled him over to Orlando, leaving himself to pair off with the rugby player. The singer began to say that he'd like to leave right now, and Orlando couldn't help agree with him. "We should be getting back now.”

"Just a few more dances, Orlando. I've not felt so truly alive for ages." Jonty clasped his one true love closer. "Can't do this in 1908 and I intend to make the most of it."

They danced the rest of the tune in silence, Orlando with his eyes closed trying to ignore the mass of humanity around him, Jonty with eyes open drinking in the novelty of this wonderful freedom. Another slow song began and he pulled his head away from Orlando's shoulder. "Can't do this, either. May be the only time we ever get to do this in the sight of anyone but God." He drew Orlando closer and kissed him.

"Jonty, we can't..."

"Oh but we can. And we will. As often as we can get away with before they throw us off the floor."


Posted by: The massive continuity of ducks (essayel)
Posted at: May 28th, 2010 02:45 pm (UTC)

Awwww. Truly the freedom to schmoop in public is priced above rubies.

My only quibble is that possibly you underplayed the ladies' wickedness just a tad. I'm sure they are capable of far more than that if given their heads.

Posted by: charliecochrane (charliecochrane)
Posted at: May 28th, 2010 08:08 pm (UTC)

If I wrote all that the ladies are capable of I would have had to censor the entry...


Posted by: The massive continuity of ducks (essayel)
Posted at: May 28th, 2010 08:29 pm (UTC)

It is one of my dearest wishes, one day, to see you all being wicked in person if that 'con for the m/m writer' thing ever comes off.

Posted by: charliecochrane (charliecochrane)
Posted at: May 28th, 2010 08:31 pm (UTC)

Wouldn't that be great? If not we'll have to work out another way to have the wickedness on display.

Posted by: visualize whirled peas (merith)
Posted at: May 28th, 2010 03:52 pm (UTC)

Oh how wonderful!! Lessons in Disco - That's great! :D

Posted by: charliecochrane (charliecochrane)
Posted at: May 28th, 2010 08:02 pm (UTC)


Thanks. Just as well I hadn't publsished a story called lessons in Condominiums!

Posted by: cassandra_gold (cassandra_gold)
Posted at: May 28th, 2010 08:34 pm (UTC)


Write it, says I!

Posted by: Jess Faraday (jess_faraday)
Posted at: May 28th, 2010 04:13 pm (UTC)

Awww! Lessons in Disco! I'll be looking out for it!

Nicely done!

Posted by: charliecochrane (charliecochrane)
Posted at: May 28th, 2010 08:27 pm (UTC)

I'll send you an author copy. LOL

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Posted by: charliecochrane (charliecochrane)
Posted at: May 28th, 2010 08:37 pm (UTC)

I thought of you when I wrote the Morris bit. You and they are inextricably linked in my noddle.

Posted by: JL Merrow (jl_merrow)
Posted at: May 28th, 2010 06:44 pm (UTC)

Oh, that's fantastic! Has cheered me right up! :D

*is still laughing at the thought of Bruin shaking his unseemly parts around*

Posted by: charliecochrane (charliecochrane)
Posted at: May 28th, 2010 08:32 pm (UTC)
tommy boy

Bless him, Bruin never had an unseemly part in his life. Isn't he a sweetheart?

Posted by: cassandra_gold (cassandra_gold)
Posted at: May 28th, 2010 08:33 pm (UTC)
Happy endings


And awwww at the ending. :)

Posted by: charliecochrane (charliecochrane)
Posted at: May 28th, 2010 08:42 pm (UTC)
Jersey 3


Thanks. It would have been so nice for them if they could have done it...

Posted by: calavarna (calavarna)
Posted at: May 28th, 2010 10:58 pm (UTC)

You is mad. And brilliant. ♥

Posted by: charliecochrane (charliecochrane)
Posted at: May 29th, 2010 11:44 am (UTC)
All that Jazz

*bows* Thank you on both counts.

Posted by: Lokei - a little mischief now and then (lokei)
Posted at: May 29th, 2010 01:24 am (UTC)
burnt norton

Awwww. I do love those boys. What fun!

Posted by: charliecochrane (charliecochrane)
Posted at: May 29th, 2010 11:46 am (UTC)
tommy boy

Thank you, lovey. Need to find some modern day equivalents, I think...

Posted by: Lokei - a little mischief now and then (lokei)
Posted at: May 29th, 2010 01:36 pm (UTC)

Indeed. :)

Posted by: Anne (darthanne)
Posted at: May 29th, 2010 07:36 am (UTC)

I really enjoyed this, especially as I finished reading Lessons in Trust yesterday - thoroughly enjoyed it but sad to see the end of the series.

I'm torn with this between being amused as hell. Poor Orlando! And being sad about the bittersweetness that this is probably the only opportunity they will have to be able to dance and kiss as a couple on a public dancefloor.

Posted by: charliecochrane (charliecochrane)
Posted at: May 29th, 2010 11:50 am (UTC)

I'm glad you enjoyed LiT - yes, it was sad for me to finish that part of their story, although I've just completed an mss set in 1919 about the lads, so fingers crossed that finds a home.

Funny how this daft little self-fanfic type thing ended up being so, as you say, bittersweet. And even now they might struggle to go round England hand in hand...

Posted by: shezzawatto (shezzawatto)
Posted at: May 29th, 2010 12:20 pm (UTC)
Handsome duo

Gee, I laughed!
You're Indefatigable. Or is that perhaps irrepressible?

Posted by: charliecochrane (charliecochrane)
Posted at: May 29th, 2010 01:42 pm (UTC)
tommy boy

Both, I think.

Hogs and quiches

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