Kylo hated the ballet.
He hated having to wear a suit. He hated the dusty air in the theaters and having to sit still for hours on end. He hated having to spend all evening with his mother breathing down his neck.
He'd much rather be with his father, fixing up old cars in their garage, wiping the drool from his massive Newfoundland Chewie on grease-stained bandannas that were too infrequently washed, or with his friends drinking cheap beer and playing video games, or even with his crazy religious nut of an uncle.
But instead he was stuck in some stuffy box seat, sweaty in a jacket and tie while his mother attempted to impress some senator or other with an expensive-looking bottle of merlot. The first half of the show had passed uneventfully. Lots of waifish girls had pranced about in tutus, spinning en pointe until Kylo thought he'd be sick. The one man he'd seen looked almost as fragile as the girls and just about as sexy. Kylo sighed heavily and continued to mindlessly swipe at the dating app on his phone.
"BEN!" Leia's face was a mask of composed annoyance as she crossed her arms at him "I was just telling Senator Kryze about your new internship with Snoke enterprises. How about you put that thing away for once and be social?"
Kylo was saved from what likely would have been a very boring conversation by the dimming of the house lights to signify the beginning of the second act. Kylo settled further into the red velvet of his seat, scooting back as far as he could as the curtain rose to a dark stage. A single spotlight snapped on to focus on a curled figure of a man lying on the stage. Tendrils of fog wrapped around him as the orchestra began a slow, eerie song. The man's bright red hair stood in vivid contrast to his dark surroundings and the milky paleness of his skin. Kylo raised one eyebrow at the man's lack of a shirt. He was slim, but muscular in the way dedicated dancers become after many years of training.
As he uncurled himself, the muscles in his back and shoulders rippled under the bright light. Kylo sat up slightly, watching the dancer as he rose and stretched gracefully. His gaze dripped down the glowing body, crossing the pale pink nipples and defined stomach, eyeing the slight bulge in the front of his exceedingly tight spandex leggings. The dancer slowly raised one leg upwards straight above his head before falling, tumbling around the floor in a flurry of violins. Kylo sat gripping the armrests of his chair as he watched this vision of beauty spring to life. The man jumped again and again, holding himself with such control and poise, the only sign of exertion being the light glimmer of sweat which began to form along his brow and chest. With each bound, his thighs flexed powerfully in the tight leggings. Kylo couldn't tear his eyes from the taut expanse of the man's ass as he spun, his head snapping about as he spotted his turn.
And all too soon, it was over. The redhead bowed slightly before gliding off the stage to a raucous round of applause. Kylo found himself standing along with the rest of the audience, clapping enthusiastically as he craned his neck to catch one last glimpse of that tight little spandex-wrapped ass. The lights changed as the next showcase dancer took the stage, shocking Kylo from his reverie. A stern look from his mother made him sit back down, but nothing could have pulled his thoughts from the explosive ginger. He spent the rest of the performance holding a program over the uncomfortably tight crotch of his pants and wishing that the ballerinas all had red hair.