Dancer AU

[velveteenwolf]

It was a late call for practice; not until mid-afternoon. Peter and a couple of the other boys had shown up a few hours early to put in some work on one sequence they'd been having trouble with the rhythm of, but, they hadn't actually made it out of the dressing room. It wouldn't be a problem, except that Draco, the blond, had actually mentioned it to Roman. It had been casual, nothing for certain, but it was enough to potentially prompt the Godfrey heir-apparent to come looking when the studio remained empty. Peter was oblivious, at least for the moment, caught up in it as the darker haired boy, Harry, fucked into him. Peter was bent over a table, Draco's hands tight in his long hair as he rocked into the Rise's mouth with lewd, wet noises.

Peter was sort of, well, like that. He liked sex, and was defiantly unashamed of the fact. He'd fuck any of the boys in the show, as long as you understood that the closest he got a relationship with mutual pleasure, working relationship, friends-with-benefits sort of thing. He'd fuck any of them, well, as long as you weren't Roman Godfrey, his co-star.

Roman had something of a reputation for it, to be fair. He'd fuck his co-stars once or twice, and then start fucking other people when they bored him, and by the end of one run of a show, they were out of the company. With his mother running the organization after the suspicious-but-unprovable suicide of her husband, it was no surprise, really. It made it a cursed promotion; none of the other dancers currently part of the troupe wanted it.

Of course, the fact that Peter refused him just seemed to make Roman more intent. Flirtatious looks, lewd comments, stray touches -- there had been attraction since they first looked into each other's eyes. It was about to get a whole lot worse, though. A fact that Peter realized as he looked up to the door on a whim, and his blue eyes locked with Roman's greens. He couldn't look away. And if Roman had been looking for any time at all, it was impossible to miss how he started rocking his ass back onto Harry's cock, or how he seemed to get even more enthralled as he sucked at Draco's dick. Leaning up, letting him sink in deeper between his lips so that it all disappeared down his throat.

Putting on a show. And given that his eyes never wandered, it was impossible to miss just who it was for.

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[velveteenwolf]

Peter wasn't a particularly light sleeper to begin with, and he was exhausted, so he didn't stir when Roman came close, shifting in closer to where Peter was curled up, almost fetal position on the mat, hands tucked in against his chest. He felt safe here, in the studio, even if things between him and Roman were awkward, complicated... maybe now more than ever, he still felt safe here. He had friends, ex-lovers, and this place was the pillars of his passion. Olivia might be cool, but they tolerated one another, based on a sort of mutual respect. She'd been a very, very good dancer, even if she was retired.

This place was home. He didn't really have one anyway; a little studio apartment he lived in by himself. He didn't really need a bigger place, but it got lonesome. Had ever since he'd stopped living with his mother, though he was pretty good at not letting it show.

Peter sighed in his sleep as Roman tucked dark hair back behind the gypsy boy's ear. He shifted a little, chasing Roman's fingers, nuzzling into them softly. He had always been desperate for affection, and he wanted Roman, he maybe even needed him, even if he had trouble with the words. With figuring out how to go from where they were now to talking about it.

He could only speak in how their bodies moved together.