"Dangerous? Not haute?" Harry mused. "Why not haute?" "'Course you're haute, babe," Louis smiled. He reached out to fix a stray curl that had dropped down onto Harry's forehead. Harry stared at him with a dimpled smile, and Louis reared his head back to laugh. Harry craned his head back in parallel with Louis', watchi...
"Yeah, that's it Lou," Harry mutters in his ear. Their room is dark, illuminated only by the faint, blinking neon light of the motel sign outside declaring "vacancy" filtering in through the window. Harry is spread above him, naked, muscular thighs draped over Louis', pinning him to their shared mattress like a sacrif...
Louis is a principal dancer with The Royal Ballet. When his rival, moody dance prodigy, Harry, joins the company, old wounds are reopened and old passions reignited. During the company's production of Swan Lake the secret that doomed their love is finally revealed, but will it be too late? [COMPLETED]
"When did you die?" Harry wants to ask. "When did we become so distant and when did I stop making you happy? When did you stop breathing?"
