Previous parts of the "Love hurts" storyline:
Panic reaction
Date night
Man in the middle
Warning: Can contain traces of cum.
Featured in this story: David (click for pictures)
It had been a fantastic performance. After several minutes of standing ovations, the audience had finally left the theater. In the back, behind the last row of chairs, a young man wearing an usher’s uniform was leaning against the wall.
Nikolai was 19 years old, with dirty blond hair and a handsome face. He had a very dark tan, and he looked very hot in the burgundy uniform with the shiny gold-plated buttons and the cute peakless hat. The uniform emphasized his attractive skinny body that was neither muscular not skeletal. A few minutes ago, he had been smiling at the people leaving the room, showing off his wonderful white teeth in a picture-perfect smile.
Now, the friendliness had left his face. His eyes were focused on the stage where the star of the show was throwing a tantrum.
Nik’s eyes narrowed.
That guy.
Granted, he was talented. Very talented in fact. He undoubtedly played a major part in the huge success of the show. A great dancer. Maybe one of the best. Every night, Nik talked himself out of usher duties during the show and sneaked into the theater to see him dance. He couldn’t help but admire his grace and his energy and his stage presence and his moves and the way he made even the most demanding pirouettes and jumps look easy and effortless.
On the stage, Nik loved David Gallagher, the Danseur Noble of the company.
But once the curtain was down and the lights were off, there was no person who Nik hated more than David Gallagher.