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[iniquiticity]

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In the Cygnus verse, Ben has to take a few weeks off dancing, either because of (mild) injury or he's between shows, and he's having a lot of difficulty due to not exhausting himself daily with dance. Washington and/or Lafayette help wear him out.

“ankle sprain,” ben says, miserably, sitting at his kitchen table. his foot is elevated on another chair, wrapped and being iced at present. “three weeks.”

george makes a noise of acknowledgement. gilbert appears with a pillow that he puts under ben’s heel, between the foot and the wooden chair. “well, there’s a lot of other things to do, so i don’t think it’ll be a big deal.”

“Not a big deal?” ben echoes, “what do you mean, ‘not a big deal’? I still look like a fucking pregnant panda out there.”

“if you are pregnant, you must have fucked at some point, which is good,” gilbert replies, without missing a beat.

“enough about pandas,” george says, and with one motion he’s scooped ben out of his chair and into his arms, and instead settles both of them neatly in his bed, ben in his lap. gilbert elevates ben’s foot again and settles between his legs.

ben sighed and leaned back into george’s chest. “i’m never going to learn all this choreography. i can’t do it.”

“yes you can.”

“my ankle almost fell off.”

gilbert snorted. george twisted his upper half and reached into his bedside dresser, offering ben a pill, that he took.

“you’re going to be fine,” george murmured into his ear, his fingers trickling down ben’s chest like raindrops. “just relax.”

ben grunted with a complaint. but george could feel the xanax settle in ben’s bloodstream, felt him go easy and relaxed as gilbert talked to him about nothing. finally ben’s hand came up, found george’s wrist, pulled it into his lap. ben groaned when george stroked the crotch of his jeans. “is this what you want?”

ben grunted his agreement.

“do you want gilbert too?”

ben grunted his agreement.

“well,” george murmured, and then gilbert took ben’s face in his hands to kiss him, made loose by xananx. “then that’s what you get, beautiful.”