Your Song by Elton John
I hope you don't mind that I put down in words, how wonderful life is when you're in the world.
TW: Sexual Content
I find Grayson sitting in the echoey theater on the third floor. He's by the piano, gently tracing his fingers over some keys and playing some lazy tune. He's deep in thought and I contemplate leaving him alone with his thoughts but he sees me before I can walk away.
"Paris." He says slowly, something in his eyes lighting up when he sees me.
I walk inside and join him on the stage, "Hey." I say softly. He reaches an arm over to where I stand, wrapping it around my waist and effortlessly pulling me closer.
The small wooden bench doesn't have nearly enough room for the two of us so he pulls me onto his knee.
"You ever played before?" He asks me, running his fingers over a few keys serenely.
"One of my teachers was in a band when I was 13 so he did a morning assembly on it. He taught us all how to play a really advanced song." I inform Grayson with a proud smile.
He gestures for me to go ahead whilst wearing a smirk. I begin to really slowly play twinkle twinkle little star, missing half the keys and taking ages to remember what's next.
Grayson tries to stop himself from finding amusement in my talent... or lack thereof.
Once I'm finished he gives me applause like I just played the best composition in the world.
"Can you play me something?" I beg, wrapping my arms around his neck eagerly.
He scoffs a short laugh then shakes his hands and starts to play an intro, already impressing me. I recognise it pretty quickly when he gets to midway through the verse. Your song by Elton John.
I smile, looking down at his concentrated face. "Sing." I tell him.
He looks up at me with bemusement, "Isn't this enough?" He asks, no longer looking at the piano or paying attention but playing every note perfectly.
"Oh come on I've heard about your voice from Xander, Mr Frank Sinatra." I tease.
That gets a laugh out of him, he shakes his head but I give him pleading puppy eyes. He scoffs and eventually comes around to singing for me, looking at me as he plays, only I'm watching his agile hands and how quickly they move without even realising how impactful his stare is.
He gets to the chorus and i turn my head back around to face him. Our eyes meet and we share this moment. As cringey as it sounds, for just a moment nothing else matters, everything around us freezes and it's just us.
Between the verse and last chorus he leans forward and places a quick kiss on my neck. For the last chorus I sing along with him, both of us laughing genuine and real laughs.
The second he plays the last key neither of us can help but lean in and press our lips together passionately. "You're incredible." I tell him warmly.
"It's not that hard, just learn all the keys and it's easy." He shrugs nonchalantly. He gestures for me to place my hands on the keys so I do. My fingertips gently sit atop the keys, not even knowing where to start.
His two hands place themselves over mine, each of his fingers connecting over the top of mine. He starts to move my hands. He moves them quickly and taps on the fingers I need to press down on. It proves rather easy being rapped in his hold, his veiny hands touching mine. The rings on his fingers cold and refreshing on my warm hands.
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