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You have to work your ass off--tell me when you make it so I can piggy-back you. [ He's a little cynical, but he's not about to burst the guy's bubble. After all, he's got an opening slot every week, right? That's making it. Broadway, though?

Enh. For all Elliot knows, the guy has chops. ]

Wicked is great, though. I'd kill to play Fiyero one day, I love Dancing through Life. Too bad I'm never getting it. Your dream role? [ Lay it on him, Ryan. ]

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You make it sound like I've never had to work hard before. [He hums in thought before he snaps his fingers, keeping a firm grip on the glass.]

Link Larkin. Hands down definitely my dream. Is that weird? That's totally weird but whatever it's true and it's going to happen even if I have to kill somebody.

...not...that I would kill somebody. My sister might but we're different people.

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I could see it. [ He's got that wholesome look. Not quite boy-next-door, but definitely wholesome. Like he comes from a place where rainbows are always around.

An adorable girl in her early 20s bounds up and smooches him on the cheek as a way to say hi, but Elliot's attention is still on Ryan. Even if, immediately after, a man in leather chaps, a cowboy hat and not much else lifts him, dips him, and smacks his ass before wandering away to join another group. Elliot, asides from his familiar laugh, adjusts his tie. ]

Why Link?

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[He starts to speak but he stops when two people come up to Elliot. It's obvious he's a regular at this bar now and though he just grins at the girl's greeting, the man startles him enough that he's just left staring. He jerks himself out of his stupor though and focuses again.]

What? Oh. I mean why Fiyero? [Not the point, Ryan.] I guess it's just because I can relate to him more than most people. Dancing, wanting to be famous, being tied by expectations and being held down by certain people? It's sort of my life story. That and I could never be Tracy Turnblad. [He feels stupid now though, a quick reminder he's out of his element here.] ...I'm going to go get another one of these, okay? [And he's already slipping out of sight to head back to the bar.]

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I know what you mean. I'll never be Elphaba, and Defying Gravity is such a huge part of why I even got into musical theatre.

[ But he's letting Ryan get another drink and he's smiling fondly and it's only when Dani comes up behind him and nudges her shoulder playfully that Elliot lets his jaw drop.

How does Dani know before he does? That he's going to start flirting? It's the look Dani gives him when she knows he's going to find up saying the wrong thing to the wrong person and make a huge mess.

Fine, he decides. He won't say anything. Especially since Born this Way by Lady Gaga comes on the moment Ryan starts to return. Dancing isn't talking, and he takes the mai-tai, sets his drink down, too, and covers them with coasters before nodding in Dani's direction. 'watch his drink.' ]

Show me what you can do, dancer. [ And Elliot's disappearing into the crowd, beckoning Ryan with a finger and a come hither look. ]

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[He purposefully takes a little longer than needed to get his second mai tai, taking deep breaths to calm down and fight off the fact that he's pretty sure he just rambled and embarrassed himself in front of somebody who's not used to him being mildly insane. He misses everything going on behind him with Dani and Elliot and it's only when he starts to walk back while sipping his drink that he tunes in.

As he approaches he's already bobbing his head along to the song, singing under his breath as he reaches the pair again.

Of course, that drink's taken out of his hand and he looks up, surprised by the sudden request. He doesn't move at first, looking at Dani but finding that the girl's of no help. So instead...he goes. He dances his way through the crowd, keeping up with Elliot before he reaches him and grabs him by the shoulder to spin him around so they're face to face. Without thinking he presses in a little closer, just giving him a similar look.]

You could have just said something sooner, you know. [But he's not here to talk. He's here to dance and he's easily moving with the music without missing a beat in motion or conversation.]

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[ Elliot doesn't laugh, even though it's a funny joke. Instead, as Ryan turns him around and he moves a little closer, Starchild ventures to place both hands on rather exquisite hips.

...Definitely going to regret this later, but he can chalk all of this up to flirtatious fun if it gets too serious, he tells himself. There's a 4/4 beat and good vocals and a hot body near him, so why not enjoy it? Screw everyone else. ]

Hey, you're right. [ It's after a few beats, Elliot getting a feel on the other's movements, falling right in line. He's a lot grungier, a lot more raw, almost, but he can definitely appreciate Ryan's perfect poise and how he hits every movement with a wiggle of those fucking hips.

..God, he's going to be obsessed with these. ] You're good at dancing.

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[If he minds he doesn't seem to and he's definitely not saying so. Maybe it's because he's a little drunk or maybe it's just because he doesn't care anymore when there's a good beat but he's just focused on moving in time with both the music and with his new partner. It's a different kind of experience from dancing in class or teaching the Wildcats and his movements are freeflowing. He just reaches up to lightly pat Elliot on the cheek in response.]

You sound surprised. [He lifts an eyebrow.] Doubted me? [He steps in just a hair closer, but enough to press in a little harder. It's definitely a challenge.]

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I doubt everyone unless they can prove it. [ It's scathing but true--he'll give them a chance, obviously, he'll demand do show it, he'll have nice things to say, but Elliot hates sugarcoating things.

Ryan, though. Ryan's got hips and an ass that won't quit, who the fuck is he to say no? He recognizes that challenge, though, and leans in forward, breath hot on the side of Ryan's neck as his hips move up and against Ryan's, practically grinding. ]

Glad you came out?

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That's a good way to be. Rules out the wanna-bes, doesn't it? [He doesn't disagree at all but it also just serves as further proof that he wins. He loves winning.

He's also finding that yeah...yeah, he's glad he followed. There's something kinda nice about being able to do this without worrying about being watched and it doesn't hurt that Elliot's hot as fuck. He just tilts his head to give Elliot a little more exposure, hips pressing up just as hard to actually grind against his and the tone lowers a little.]

You could say that. [He has a thought, and he debates keeping it to himself, but it's already out of his mouth before he can stop himself.] Maybe you should think about giving underage guys screaming orgasms more often.

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Bitch, how old do you think I am? [ It's meant completely tongue-and-cheek, and that silvery laughter is in Ryan's ears as he steps forward, pushing Ryan back so he can get a better position to both dance and grind, hips moving against hips, his breath hot and heavy, mostly from the bright lights and what he's wearing if anyone asks, and not the cute blonde near him. He swore he was done with twinks after the last one, but Ryan... Ryan's something else. ]

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[He doesn't even protest about being moved and it's like he's done this a thousand times, like he's used to flowing with the music and grinding up against guys with amazing eye make-up and suits that are worn like a second skin. Maybe in another life he was but in this life he's pretty sure he has no idea what he's doing. But nevertheless it all seems natural. The dancing, the way Elliot's breathing, the banter.]

You really want me to answer that?

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If you say 30 I'm going to ditch you in the parking lot. [ A hollow threat, and Elliot looks almost shark like as he dances with Ryan, a predator in a big pond, picking up a little fish.

His hand, though, is slowly going to Ryan's ass to cup. Testing what he can and can't do. It's all a laugh, right? Just dancing. Born This Way chances to Pound the Alarm but Elliot could care less. Dani's probably going to lecture him, though. Like a giant hypocrite. ]

Still feeling the need to go back for curfew?

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Ew, you're too good-looking to be that old. [Which is true, but he didn't have to say that. There are going to be plenty of things he'll regret in the morning it seems. But hey, that's the morning. That's the morning and he can deal with it while lamenting his life choices to Kelsi but right now he's more content to just allow himself to play pretend for a little bit longer.

He's not saying no to the hand on his ass and he's not really saying no to anything Elliot's offering which...is probably a bad idea, but Ryan firmly believes he can bail himself out of trouble if necessary. The predatory grin doesn't escape him either but he just bats his eyelashes a little in response. Two can play this game.]

Well I do still have classes in the morning that I'm not skipping no matter how cute you are...but I could probably push curfew back if there was something else I wanted to do tonight.

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[ There it is. Elliot's grin turns into a smirk as his eyes fixate on Ryan as he backs away to get a better look at him, assessing him again.

The problem is that he doesn't know if the drinks are talking for Ryan or if he's absolutely serious. He seems serious, but Elliot doesn't want to ruin a night out with someone he just met because he's a little horny and Ryan's a lot hot.

..Then again. He'd definitely feel morally better if he ensured Ryan had a good time, maybe in a bathroom stall. As long as Ryan didn't reciprocate because he felt like he had to. Hmm. He's letting that thought mull over. ]

Was that you admitting I'm good looking, kind sir?

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[Truthfully? It's both. It's both and he's already starting to feel the hard come-down from the drinks but he can push off the bad feelings associated with the alcohol for a few hours. What he wants to focus on instead is Elliot in front of him who seems to be completely intrigued with Ryan and that? That's fantastic. So he doesn't move forward but instead waits like he's waiting to be fully examined, just fixing him with a slightly coy look in response.]

Maybe. [And a wink for good measure.] Is that a problem?

[Oh god what is he doing.]

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Maybe for you.

[ He's trying so, so hard not to come across as skeezy but what he did kind of was--drag a guy away, sneak him to the club, think about giving him a hand job in a stall, and then what? Ryan thinks Elliot is in love with him? That takes a while, for someone like Elliot. Ryan thinks he's being used? Way to ruin his life and make Ryan bitter and jaded like he was.

..Is. Who is he kidding?

But he can't focus on that, eh has to focus on Ryan, and another hand moves to Ryan's ass and he basically pushes him closer, stubble brushing against Ryan's jaw as lips move against the jawline. ]

Because I'm not sure I want to take my hands off of you and I literally just met you.

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I've heard I have that effect on people. [There's really no good way to handle this but the nice thing, Ryan thinks, is that after this he won't have to see Elliot again if he doesn't want to. Plus even if this ended poorly it'd be a great weapon to use against Alex.

He's not even thinking about Alex though. He's just murmuring a little under his breath as he feels Elliot's hands on him and the subtle scratch against his smooth face, a small shiver running up his spine.]

Who says you have to? I think you and I are both adult enough to know what we want.

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And /how/ fast did you down those drinks? [the dance floor is crowded and jumping and all Elliot can feel is Ryan's body against his. He can smell something--cologne?--that his just the right mark with Elliot, and maybe it's a little silly but he growls in the others ears, hand going up from Ryan's ass and trailing over to his neck, grabbing the nape of his neck. He's forceful, he's demanding, and he never breaks eye contact with Ryan. ]

Come with me to the bathroom stall , and we'll have some fun. I'm not taking no for an answer.

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[He shouldn't, but he bursts out laughing at the question.] Pretty fucking fast. [But he's finally completely relaxed and not nearly as paranoid. He doesn't even mind being manhandled the way he is, though he's tempted to lean forward and kiss him to shut him up.

The offer sounds even better, though he's not that drunk.] I'm not having sex with you in a public bathroom. [...but everything else? It's debatable. You only life once, right? Right. In the end he's taking Elliot's free hand and he's already pulling to lead them off, dancing through the crowd and ignoring the eyes on them.]

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Honey, you can't handle me, I'll have you singing an aria before you come. [too blunt? Maybe. This is just fucking around, he tells himself, and that's why the moment the door closes in them in the dingy bathroom Elliot wastes zero time letting his lips collide messily with Ryan's as he physically picks him up and places him on the sink.

He's driven by greed and hunger and pure indulgence, tongue forcing Ryan's mouth open already, hand already undoing the first button on his pants. Fuck it.

Someone walks in, whistles band tells something Barbour THE starchild getting some, and Elliot waves a hand behind him to shut the guy up, who simple checks his makeup and leaves. ]

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[That's probably true as well. Ryan's...well. Ryan's never really been with anybody before beyond maybe a handjob and that's probably sad and he knows it, but what do you expect from home? It's part of the reason he's not at all disturbed by the idea of letting Elliot have his way with him even though he should.

God he knows better than this. He knows he knows better than this but it doesn't matter because Ryan's just as driven by greed at this point. He's tired. He's tired of having to tiptoe around the subject and he's tired of having to wait for people to notice him and he's tired of being ignored. If Elliot wants to hook up? It's a fucking compliment.

It's for that reason that he doesn't even protest when Elliot picks him up and he leans back against the wall, trying not to fall in the actual sink and hands moving to push Elliot's jacket off, his shirt, anything he can really grab. It's obvious that he's not a stranger when it comes to kissing though because his lips immediately part and his tongue draws Elliot's in, hips tilting up to assist with his jeans.

Fuck it, indeed.

Of course his eyes fly open and he tries to back off the minute someone opens the door and he's a little frozen when the guy doesn't leave despite the fact that Elliot's hands are still moving. Once the other man leaves though he relaxes slightly, hands moving up Elliot's shoulders and rubbing them slightly while still allowing his mouth to move against his in a harsh, hungry kiss.

It's broken briefly though as his hands move to pull at the waistband of his own jeans to speed along the process, looking at the other from under his lashes.]

So...you do this often, huh?

Ok night for me for real <3

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[Elliot breathes heavily in response for a few seconds. Ryan's managed to get Elliot's jacket off of him, but he still has his vest, the entire think lined with leopard print like it's the most natural thing in the world. ]

Only with people I can stand. [he's teasing, even still, and he presses his lips against the shell of Ryan's ear, hand finally moving into his partners pants and cupping everything, murmuring his appreciation. ]

niiiight <3

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[He realizes that removing the rest of his upper clothing is fairly useless but it's about all he can grab at the moment. He can't stand the idea of just sitting back and letting someone else do all of the work, not in a situation like this. It's a lack of appreciation and right now Ryan's so appreciative of the circumstances.]

Well...I've never done this before, so congratulations. [His own breathing is matching Elliot's, though there's a sharp inhale as the other's hand wraps around him. It still surprises him how different having someone else's hand on him feels than his own, but it never stops being a good feeling. He shifts back to try and relax but the muscles in his stomach are already tensed up.] Better make it worth it.

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[ Elliot pulls back to put the fingerless gloves he was wearing to his own face, ripping the snap button off with his teeth. Much easier , and when the gloves gone and he dips his hand down it's far easier (as it can be with Ryan's pants in the way) to grab at the other's cock, stroking it rhythmically.]

You're going to come for me, darling, right here like a good boy. [hes hissing in Ryan's ear, now, completely predatory and loving every minute. ] you're gonna see stars when I'm done with you.