At first, Geoffrey had to do new things with the lights off. Pete was pretty sure that it was because Geoffrey didn't like to take the stage before he'd learned his lines - he didn't want to show off until he was good at it.

"It," for the moment, was Geoffrey sliding slowly up and down Pete's cock. It was absolutely killing Pete - the slowness, the velvety clench of Geoffrey's ass, the pitch dark shrouding them and making the rest of Pete's senses expand to fill the gap.

"I like this," Geoffrey said, and he sounded breathless. "You?"

Pete just groaned in answer and reached up to pull Geoffrey down by the shoulders, lifting his hips slightly at the same time. Geoffrey's moan was a sound he'd savor, one that would roll around his mind the next time he sat in the fifth row and watched Geoffrey work. Geoffrey would glance at him, see Pete's smile and frown, and Pete would know that Geoffrey was getting hard in his baggy pants and that rehearsal would end early.

Geoffrey found his balance and started moving for real, making Pete's hips stutter, making him break out in a sweat.

"Will you," Pete had to stop to swallow hard. "Will you turn on the lights?"

"Yeah," Geoffrey said.