t; dance for me – themusechronicles

sttormsofthenight

“I’m not paid to enjoy myself.” Seth muttered. Tilting his head, Seth blinked at Peter. “A bonus? What would that bonus be exactly?” He questioned. Seth didn’t want to seem too greedy, but he could use whatever he could get. Even if it wasn’t money. More than usual… Right. Seth recognized him. Around the club. He flushed, realizing that the male knew exactly what he could do and if he wanted to impress him, he’d have to try harder than normal. Nodding his head, Seth cleared his throat. “Right, well, I’ll head out and get started then.”

Peter held up his hands innocently. “Whatever you prefer.” he assured. “I don’t know. Maybe lunch or dinner?” he offered. He led the way to the back patio, opening the door to the music and decorations. “The DJ is just over there,” he pointed. “You’re free to get something to drink or anything if you want, though.”

sttormsofnight

“Oh.” Seth blinked before nodding slightly, allowing himself to step inside. He shifted awkwardly, glancing up at the male before shaking his head. “N-No. It’s okay. I mean I wasn’t invited here to enjoy the party. I was invited here to work. So… You’re the one I’m really here to impress, right? I mean, I promise everyone should be impressed, but you know there’s always that specific person you should want to impress the most.”

Peter gave a little laugh. “No, enjoy yourself if you’d like. The dj is open if you have any specific music you’d like him to play?” he offered. “Yes, that’s true. Maybe if you impress me more than usual, I’ll add a bonus.” he mused, grinning. Really, he just wanted to get to know the younger male. He’d been single for so long that to suddenly want a deeper connection – a real relationship – scared him and he wasn’t sure how to go about it.

sttormsofnight:

Being asked to perform at some guys birthday party wasn’t exactly on Seth’s plans for a Saturday night, but the guys that asked him threw in the words three thousand dollars and Seth wanted to jump at the chance but kept himself calm. Three thousand was a lot and truthfully, he would have done it for less than two hundred – but who was he to deny that kind of money if they actually had it. He’d seen enough episodes of Criminal Minds and other crime shows to know that each time could be his last. That there would be a night where he didn’t get the cash and get to go home to his cat.

But when this kind of money came up – which was never – yeah, he didn’t care. He agreed to it. Which left him now standing on the porch at ten o’clock at night, chewing on his bottom lip and
wringing

his hands convincing himself he really needed to knock on the door. He was told it was a party, but he couldn’t hear any music and usually he’d expect people to be lingering outside as well. God, he was going to be murdered, wasn’t he? Finally he knocked on the door and took a small step back.

@themusechronicles

Peter had been visiting the club where Seth danced for a while, he was regular and while he had never shown favoritism to any one dancer, he did enjoy watching Seth. So when he’d gotten the chance to offer a private dance, he did so. His party had was in full swing in the backyard of the manor when Seth arrived, and he barely managed to hear the door knocker. He maneuvered through the friends he’d invited and opened the door. “I was wondering if you’d show up.” he teased. “The party is in the backyard, if you want to linger before you perform?” he asked, opening the door. “The karaoke is almost done.”