A/N: AUs are my lifeblood. I posted this on my tumblr before here, I just wrote it today. (12/19/14) Hurray hurrah for GerIta.
His cut off tee was sticking to his skin, and he could feel his tights rebelling against him, sliding down his arse as he held his position. His instructor, Feliciano, gracefully prowled around him, assessing him, and his blue eyes followed the other's every movement.
Two fingers settled under his arm to coax it a little higher up.
"Si, like that."
Ludwig flushed from the criticism, but kept his mouth firmly shut.
"Lift your leg," Feliciano said. "You want a larger angle than a dog with a fire hydrant."
This merited a few snickers from the other students, though considering their meager training they had no right. He teetered for a moment and had to pause to catch his balance, then slowly centered his weight as he lifted his leg.
"Oh, he is flexible," Feliciano purred with a wink at the blond, whose slicked back hair had given up long ago and now lay in his face.
No matter how much it stuck to his forehead, or how much he could feel the air conditioner blowing it, he would not flip it out of his face, because if Ludwig Beilschmidt was anything, he was certainly disciplined.
"An arabesque," Feliciano said, a little louder now, "is difficult to execute, as the angles must be precise, and holding the position can become a little..." He trailed a hand from Ludwig's inner thigh, down by the crook of his knee to his ankle— and dammit, Ludwig was shaking now— "...Painful."
He breathed out sharply through his nose, and Feliciano noticed.
...But Feliciano Vargas was not a particularly merciful god.
He smacked the back of Ludwig's calf suddenly, causing him to nearly drop the position. "Keep your leg up, and do not relax the position. I should not have been able to move your leg," he scolded.
And all Ludwig thought in that split second was Thank God for this dancer's belt, which would conceal his slowly growing... problem.
"Ludwig has a lot of muscle definition, making him appealing to his audience, but has the grace of a classically trained woman, and I can confidently say that I have never been lifted by such steady hands. He would be much more fit to perform an adagio than a modern ballet." The Italian leveled his honeyed gaze on the muscles showing in the German's back and finally said, "You can relax. Why not get some water, Mr. Beilschmidt?"
A/N: Lol that was short.