#florian starter

When Florian opened his dressing room door to find the other standing there, he couldn’t help but grin widely, quickly closing the door behind him. “You came,” He mused, trying to ignore the way his heart fluttered as he stepped closer to them. The performance had gone well enough, but Florian found himself more excited now in their presence than he had been when the final curtain closed. 

It was late in the evening, certainly much later than Florian should be up given how early he had class in the morning. Getting the role was a stressful ordeal of its own, but rehearsals were a whole different beast. Never before had he been subjected to such adoring praise only to be utterly humiliated in the same breath. On repeat. For hours. So here he was, pushing himself beyond any reasonable limit in some desperate attempt reach perfection. He was three quarters of the way around the room in the 32 fouettés when he slipped up, nearly stumbling to the ground due to his worn-out muscles before managing to catch himself against the mirrored wall. “Fuck!” The curse was hissed under his breath, but the angry smack of his palm against the glass echoed. Florian turned away from the mirror to turn off the music only to finally notice them in the doorway. He could feel the flush of embarrassment heating his cheeks. “How long have you been there?”

Whenever there was a ‘company party,’ Florian was there. With how stressful their weeks could sometimes be, he took every opportunity presented to blow off a little steam. The room was dimly lit and the floor shook from the bass of the music playing, but it was well lit enough for him to maintain eye contact with a couple of guys across the room. He sat happily in the lap of another man who worked for the company, kissing and nipping at the man’s neck. Florian was already half hard in his tight jeans and he ground his ass against the groin of the man below him, throwing one of the guys a wink as he did so.

“You know, if you get to the wedding without having learned a single dance-” A gasp escaped Florian as he was forcefully pressed back against the mirrored wall of the studio, moaning softly as the other man began kissing and biting at his already well-abused neck. “Your fiancee is gonna k-know we’ve just been fucking around this entire time.”