Title: The rhythm of love.

Author: Adalisa

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Summary: Champ discovers a new aspect of his situation.

Rating: G

Warnings: M/M content. Not exactly a relationship, but m/m nevertheless.

Pairing: Champ/Trevor

Disclaimer: Everyone here is property of ABC and TriStar Columbia Pictures, even if they didn't realize what a wonderful story they had in their hands, and didn't treated them as they should have. So after I'm done with them, I'll put them back in their places just as I found them.

Spoilers: Meat Market

Series: Definitions of Love (Pt. 4)

Notes: I know I say this about every single episode, but this week's Cupid was beautiful. And sad. And I finally have some notion of where this is going, even when I don't have a single notion of how to get there.

By Adalisa.

It might be fast, or slow... Catch you like a hurricane or make you loose your step in a second.

I always thought it was like a waltz, where everybody knew the steps except myself. Because no matter how hard I try, I always end up screwed.

It's the same every time. I meet someone, I get to know her, and the next thing I know, I'm buying her flowers. Thinking ahead. Where the honeymoon will be.

And she always breaks my heart.

That's why I usually don't go around waiting for miss Right. It becomes old too fast. I might be looking for miss Right Now, but I know that I will not be able to use anyone like that, and I'll end up alone and hopeless.

I wish I could think Trevor will be different, but I can't fool myself that much.

Sure, he will be different from all the girls that have been in my life. We won't be in a relationship, I won't be buying him flowers, he won't ever get mad at me for forgetting our anniversary. For him, all I'll ever be is the mortal who befriended him during his exile on earth. He will return to the Olympus and forget all about his time here.

Yeah, I'm more convinced than ever that he is the god of love.

If nothing else, he is _my_ god of love.

But once again I'm starting the story from the end. You must be hating that.

It began two nights ago, right before Halloween. A girl had knocked our door, asking for Trick or Treats just to find Trevor in one of his worst moods. The 'I'm-fucking-tired-of-people-not-wanting-to-fuck' mood. Gets to him everytime he has to go to therapy.

Anyway, I was coming out of the shower, just the towel around my waist as I've learned not to be shy around Trevor or he will notice something fishy going on, right in time to hear her complain.

"Oh, I'm sure you and your _Boyfriend_ have bonbons to share!"

Trevor didn't flinch. I... I wanted earth to shallow me, as my mind and heart yelled with longing. Probably one of the worst parts of all this is knowing that Trevor wouldn't mind having a relationship with a guy if it wasn't for the 'not-sex-with-mortals' rule. Knowing that he doesn't give a damn for what others think of us.

Because there is no us.

As I tried to get myself out of a depression by studying my lines, we got a phone call... I managed to stop him from answering the phone, thankfully as it was a woman who insisted on picking me for a 'night stand'...I escaped that frying pan only to meet with the fire that was Trevor, asking me why I would refuse a night of pleasure.

I looked into his golden eyes, and found myself lying to him. Lying to my love.

I told him that I was tired of finding myself in relationships after being with a woman, that I wanted to find a real one night stand. Be with someone who wouldn't give a damn about me, for whom I wouldn't give a damn,

Thinking that maybe that would make him angry. I mean, he is trying to get couples together, true love stuff.

But as always, Trevor surprised me.

He smiled with that 'I-know-what-you-need' smile of his, and told me that we would spend Halloween togheter, in the Gomorra club.

Yeah, I know you can tell what I thought when he said that. Get your mind of the gutter, it was not what Trevor had in mind.

To my absolute surprise, I found myself with Trevor and three other guys from the Single Group therapy that Dr. Allen has, doing a 'Village People' number. Well, close to it. One of the guys was dressed as a _milk man_. I was the construction worker, Trevor was the cop.

I cannot tell you how glad I was to be an actor when I first saw Trevor in his costume. I mean, he was wearing an _uniform_. Complete with the stick. My brain was about to leave me for a vacation in the Bahamas, when Trevor's voice broke the spell.

He complimented me about my muscles. Said that they looked great... then added that women would go insane about them.

How can I tell him that I'm not interested at all in women going insane about me? How can I confess that the only one I'm interested in is him? I cannot. I cannot be truthful with him. I cannot risk for him to know. The party was pretty much like I expected. Dr. Allen was there, and right after the costume contest -where she graciously gave us a two- Trevor went to annoy her. I don't know what she said, but when he left her to meet us, four shy guys in a corner, he had the most _crazy_ idea he had ever told me.

He made us bet on who would be the most _rejected_ of that night, only to get us moving. The one who got a girl, would loose.

Weird thinking for the man who is looking to make eternal matches. But I couldn't refuse, not without giving him a lame excuse. Besides, I thought that if I could get rejected by a lot of women, the dull ache I get every time I see Trevor talking to Claire would ease.

Fat chance.

I was aware of Trevor all the while I was unsuccessfully trying to be rejected by every woman in the club. I saw him talking to every man there, obviously looking for someone.

Someone for Clarie.

After that... well... I cannot say what overcome me. I was about to forget all about the stupid bet -a bet that I was loosing, by the way - when I saw this gorgeous supermodel who had rejected every single man who had approached her.

I went to talk to her, and she only paid me any attention when she found out that I was an actor and had _almost_ worked with Samuel L. Jackson. We were on our way out when I saw Dr. Allen leaving with a man. I turned around just in time to catch Trevor, see his face full of... I dunno... jealousy, regret... maybe anger.

I never want to see him like that again.

That basically was the end of my attempt to get casual sex that night, no matter how much Trevor promised me I would get some. Sure, I went to her house, we got together in the tube naked... but my heart wasn't on it. I couldn't take off my mind the lost look in Trevor's eyes.

And there is a limit to how many Quentin Tarantino's references a guy can take.

So Halloween night came and went, and next morning found me still on costume, in Taggerty's, unlaid, and with a hellish hangover. Thank God that Trevor knows a sure remedy to that, because everyone who had been at the Gomorra needed one.

He? He looked as if he hadn't drink more than water in the whole night.

He asked us about our night, and I found out that everyone got what they had been promised. A wild adventure, a good person to talk to, one crazy night at the club... even Dr. Allen had her perfect man. Everyone had their wish, just as Trevor said so.

Except me, because I never told Trevor what I really wanted. So it's not really his fault.

Also, I'm not sure if he got what he wanted... even when his eyes did not had that haunted look as he talked about Dr. Allen's partner. You see, that's the trouble when I am in the dance of love. I never get the right steps, the right time to move. But I cannot stop dancing as long as he is the one leading.

Because he caught me in his music, even when he is not aware that I am his partner.

So, even when I know I will trip over my own toes more than once, I'll keep spinning.

Following the rhythm of love.

To be continued...

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Adalisa

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