What If - PerthChimon

Dance On My Tongue, With Me, Only

What if Chimon was jealous of Santa?
   

Now that Perth was no longer Chimon's acting partner they were free to date. The company rules that forbid acting couples from romantically dating was no longer in affect for them. If there was one good thing that came out of their separation, it was this. Perth is Chimon's boyfriend and they couldn't be happier.

On this day in particular, Chimon had a very dreamy evening planned out for them. He was practically skipping down the hallway at the thought of his subsequent plans. He didn't do that though. Instead, he quietly walked through the hall, passing locked doors, down the dimly lit stretch, towards the only open practice studio in the late afternoon.

He was quite glad no one else was around, especially since they mutually decided to hide their relationship from most people. Given that they're actors, neither of them really wanted their relationship to become public knowledge.

Sneaking over to the studio to meet up with Perth was a little risky, but he wasn't too worried. Santa, Chimon's own replacement, was supposed to be the only person working alongside Perth anyway.

They both needed to trust the younger actor. A good understanding with the black haired guy was necessary for the new acting ship and the health of Chimon's relationship.

As Chimon rounded the corner to find the brightly illuminated room, he reminisced. It felt like just yesterday when he was running lines with Perth for 'Never Let Me Go.' Now, Perth was supposed to be workshopping with Santa for 'Perfect 10 Liners,' since filming is set to begin in a few days.

But as Chimon comes to the door, an excited shout to his boyfriend caught in his throat, he stood there. Quiet, watching.

The two actors, his boyfriend and the black haired actor, nearly the same height we're doing a dance routine. But...Perth doesn't dance, not like this. He is far too shy to do a hip-hop trendy type of dance. This didn't look a simple acting workshop.

Whatever it was, Chimon did not like it. Santa is much too close for his comfort.

Still stuck in the same spot, in the shadows of the doorway, he watched the way Santa puts his hands of Perth's hips and rocks them back and forth.

Clenching his fists, with greed pooling in his stomach, Chimon focused in on the synchronized movements. The new guy was too comfortable touching Perth already. And he was too stunned to stop it or look away. He just kept looking on from the doorway. It would have felt creepy, but he was also too absorbed in the sight before him.

He can't help but grit his teeth and watch as his boyfriend awkwardly follows Santa's guidance. Jealousy sizzles under his feet.

The actor's hands move from Perth's hips to show an arm movement that apparently comes next in the choreography. It goes along with the low playing music. Perth then awkwardly does the same thing. Almost automatically, Santa holds his hand and guides him to do it.

Holding hands. This was it.

Chimon could not stand by anymore. He only wants Perth dancing with him.

He is fuming with jealousy.

Crossing the doorway into the illuminated studio, he strides towards the two men. And as the actors see him approaching in the huge mirror they smile up at him. But, Chimon quickly grabs Perth's hand and pulls him away and out the door.

Annoyance on his tongue, Chimon spews out, "What was that about?" Pulling Perth towards the dimly lit corner of the hallway.

"What? ... Mon, you know how it is," Perth said, shocked at his boyfriend's reaction.

"Yeah, well stuff like that is exactly how we fell for each other," Chimon said pointing in the direction of the practice room.

In the expanse of the hall, Perth stood with his back against the chalk-white wall and only a foot's length between them. He attempted to reach for Chimon's hand and at the same time said, "You're different. You know it's not like that with N'Santa."

"Well that's what we said at first!" His voice getting shaking as a lump formed. He was fuming with anger. Ownership. Jealousy.

Perth pulled Chimon into a hug. "I know, but I love you. Not him. It's you. It's always has been, even before I knew it."

Chimon inched away to look at his boyfriend. Looking up, his heart pounding in his chest, with a gleam in his eyes. Meeting Perth's charismatic expression somehow always turns Chimon's legs to jelly.

They kissed, hands on each other in the quietness of the empty hall. Chimon wanted Perth to dance with him instead. Lips brushing madly against his. He loved this feeling, and he knew he needed to share some part of his lover, even if he hated to.

At the end of the day, Perth was the one dancing along his skin, touching every inch of him, consuming any possible taste lingering on Chimon's lips. They're tongues doing the tango, a dance of passion and persistent affection.

One actor wasn't going to come between them after they waited so long to be together. Chimon knew it. Perth is his.

    

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A/n: of course, no hate towards Santa or PerthSanta. I just love a possessive Chimon.