It was art for Paxton, the easiest way he could express himself when sometimes talking didnβt come easy.
He was a natural extrovert and could easily befriend people but he hid behind a mask that made him so loveable. No one knew the real him, his past.
But when he β
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they talked regularly, so the glances shouldnβt ring any alarm bells but for charley it was so much more.
he was so talented, and he couldnβt even view it sexually because all he saw was pure art. breathtaking.
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β danced they felt free for the first time. They could pour every emotion into it and know that people were watching, listening for the first time.
Charley more than most despite the fact he was meant to be working. The attention had a smirk twitching at the corners of their β
Hand sliding around the familiar cold metal pole, body relaxing like heβs finally at home. He feels the most himself when heβs on a stage, moving in ways a body shouldnβt. Most people canβt.
However he canβt stop his gaze from darting towards the bar, and specifically β