Disclaimer : Mozart l'Opéra Rock isn't mine (but if it were, Mozart and Salieri would definitely be together)... Anygays...
young Antonio Salieri was a 17 year old dark haired emo (and sexually repressed) musician. he'd recently entered a public highschool in Vienna, Austria, because he and his parents had moved to another country very recently. He didn't know that much German words and was a bit lost. On his first day at school, he was all grumpy and emo (not that that was out of his habits, but anyway)
math class started at 8 a.m (very early hour for him who dedicates his nights to assasymphony and therefore can't really sleep) and he, of course, sat in the back of the class. the teacher talked about probabilities or whatever. He was so self absorbed (again, not very out of character) that he did not even notice the blonde kid next to him. Oh how he hated him already. How he hated the sound not coming out of his mouth, and him quietly listening to whatever the hell she (the teacher) said. He listened until he thought that maybe it was a good thing to know more about the guy next to him.
- May I know your name? he asked with that totally not charming (Salieri told himself) voice of his
Antonio had to repress all of the emotions coming out of his brain. a strange emotion did fascinate him as much as it disturbed him. he felt it coming from a place where it shouldn't. his heart...
- uh ... hum... Antonio, he said with a fake smile, Antonio Salieri...
Mozart smiled.
- Oh, yes. I'm Wolfgang.
Wolfgang. Simply Wolfgang. For a moment, Salieri was too intrigued, and he wanted to know what his surname was but he didn't ask and... suddenly Mozart's hand brushed his
- I uhhhhh... I... he stuttered sweetly
- you've got beautiful hands...
and... he didn't know what to respond, staying there, mesmerized by his eyes, their hands still brushing. He decided he'd play the folk that hates Mozart. he placed his hands on his hips. but still, the gay panic remained very present in his voice...
- uh, Mozart ?
- oui, responded the musician in French for some reason.
- Stay in your place, and everything will be fine between us...
- I'm sorry, I like to touch people, to touch my-
Salieri facepalmed himself and exclaimed
- oh, Jesus Christ...
Mozart winked at him and replied.
- What, you don't like taking part in pleasurable activities?
Salieri's cheeks reddened and he decided to look at the math book on his desk for the 1st time in this class.
- Let's just say... he said very, very slowly and with a sweet, almost extinct voice, so mysterious, that you don't know me.
Mozart didn't respond, so he continued.
- there's an entire list of things you don't know about me.
and he said this in Mozart's ear, in an extremely sensual voice. he decided to use that boys own spells against him.
Mozart, biggest flirty man on this planet, decided to obviously tempt him.
- I suppose you could show me, Antonio, if you know what I mean.
Antonio faked dropping his pen so that he could not respond "fuck off" because THAT wouldn't have made a good impression. He then stopped talking with Wolfgang the rest of the day, and that was until...
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- Hi, Antonio!
- uh, hi...
he looked at the sky.
- oh look, Wolfgang, a bird!!
He looked at him with this legendary grin of his.
he then placed his hands on his hips, and saw Mozart's amused face grining back at him.
- you mean, there goes your interest in sexual relationships?
Salieri was a little perplexed by this remark, all his mind could think was "this man's gotta be at least somewhat homosexual, or extremely homophobic because... if not gay then why this?" he decided to be bold and do an Uno reverse. no grin this time.
- are you interested in... men or women?
Salieri said, stammering.
- what ?
he continued, regaining his assertive posture.
- are you interested in... guys or girls?
Mozart scratched the back of his neck, as the question obviously made him uncomfy. He... didn't know if he should answer or not.
- uh, yes!
And suddenly, as he completely got what it meant, the strange emotion that fascinated him as much as it deranged him got back into his mind.
Antonio's voice trembled due of fear and gay panic.
- I, uh, personally am also bisexual... tho if I should be precise... I prefer... guys...
Mozart rolled his eyes
- then you're gonna be have a great view, we are roommates, that's what I was going to tell you before you got me with your "look, a bird"
Salieri's gay panic was more than panic, learning this fact. His mind imagined Mozart, undressing, and suddenly his deadpan eyes transformed into a half lidded gaze. Mozart's grin intensified. he knew he didn't even have to say a word.
- I uh... Sorry about that, I was uh... thinking about... Things... I... indeed zoned out, this was not directed at you.
he frowned at him, then looked directly at him, in a Helga Pataki pretending to hate Arnold.
- in fact, I actually hate you
Mozart rolled his eyes, once again
- And the feeling is... not mutual, Antonio. I in fact... love, well not you, but your hands, what do you even do with these?
He dared brushing their hands together once again.
Antonio smiled, and laughed for a bit, nervously, and responded in a tone colder than ice.
- Don't do that ever again. We're not close. Do that when we're close.
Mozart grinned at him, the occasion to use his own spells against him presented itself and it was too good for him not to take it.
Salieri suddenly realised what he had said, but he just smiled in an "I'm screwed" fashion
- then, he said, extremely close to him, with the same sensual voice used earlier by Antonio, since you did this, I suppose you indirectly think that - his breath intensified and became erratic - you and I... Are close...
Salieri shivered, stabbed by whatever this was. Because it was snowy, he had the perfect excuse.
- uh... I've just known you for 6h!! Close, my ass!! You know nothing about me!!
Mozart smiled, and looked at him with a half lidded gaze.
- i know that you don't like class, that youre an emo sexually repressed person. i think thats enough to know that we are indeed close... but whatever you say, Tonio...
Said 'tonio crossed his arms.
- Fuck off, gang of wolves...
And suddenly, a young woman, their age, named Constance, arrived. she had long curly blonde hair, blue eyes, was extremely tall, and had a sweet, almost strident voice.
- Constance! exclaimed Wolfgang
- Wolfi! she returned the exclamation
Salieri got that she was his girlfriend.
- Uh... guess I'm gonna go, Wolfgang... you... hum... it seems, definitely have more important things to do!
he was extremely jealous but his tone of voice was teasing Wolfgang.
Mozart, for a reason that he didn't yet know, wanted him to stay. he stammered, until Salieri looked at him.
- hm? he said, slightly smiling, his hands in his pockets
Mozart smiled back, almost automatically.
- Nothing. it's fine.
Salieri rolled his eyes and got away from them. he decided to get in the high school hang out place. there were a bunch of musicians, from the informations that he'd gathered by listening to their conversations — and seeing a guitar next to a guy, but that goes without saying - apparently some guy was gonna give a surprise concert, and no one knew who he was. He hadn't even told his friends. No one had any information about who he was. Salieri imagined the mysterious man, to be a short man with blonde hair and blue eyes. he thought maybe this man was in love with his bicycle (Roger Taylor idk I didn't see the movie). Or that he would play delicate music. he was, in fact, wrong.
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A short, relatively blond man with short and somewhat curly hair arrived. he put himself behind the piano and started to play the melody of a French song. he then sung, with a charming Italian accent - why was it Italian and not German, well... thing he would know about later.
- Pourquoi je vis, pourquoi je meurs? pourquoi je ris, pourquoi je pleure?
His delicate hands danced on the piano sweetly. the accent made this even more beautiful to Antonio... He was hooked and could feel the emotion, that fascinated him as much as it deranged him get... """""bigger"""" as a certain oh so very known bump emerged from a certain place he thought it shouldn't have... Somehow he hid it... how, that was the question... he was also in the extreme back of the room, so there's that... By getting up, he would take the risk of it being seen ... of this bump commonly described by a word beginning with e, by the way, if you couldn't guess...
Voici le SOS d'un terrien en détresse...
No because this was true he really was an earthling person in distress right now... He couldn't say anything to get out of this situation... Soon this song would be over and... oh... fuck... like hamlet would say (idk didn't see the play don't diss me for this reference... tho I should, Michael Sheen and David Tennant both have played Hamlet)
J'ai jamais eu les pieds sur terre
his feet or whatever were definitely not on earth... And a member of his body was in fact uh... not bodying... He thought his desires were a prison, that it was so good that it hurt... He could definitely write a song out of these thoughts...
J'aimerais mieux être un oiseau
Yeah, oh how he wished to be a bird rn, so badly, so that he would get away of this situation extremely easily.
J'suis mal dans ma peau
Daniel Balavoine be so relatable... he thought that this man was an amazing person and wondered what if he didn't die so soon?
J'voudrais voir le monde à l'envers
Si jamais c'était plus beau
Plus beau vu d'en haut
D'en haut
J'ai toujours confondu la vie
Avec les bandes dessinées
J'ai comme des envies de métamorphoses
Je sens quelque chose
(nota : if I speak)
Qui m'attire, qui m'attire, qui m'attire vers le haut
there was definitely something there, like a high mountain, in a place where Salieri thought it shouldn't be.
Yes, he did indeed feel the attraction, more than he should have...
Au grand loto de l'univers
J'ai pas tiré l'bon numéro
if he actually picked the right number, he wouldn't be stuck into a place in which he can't do camouflage to hide the rising member... if he got up everyone would see ... HOW THE HELL WAS HE SUPPOSED TO HIDE THIS ??? HOW WAS HE GOING TO GO UNNOTICED??? he prayed to whoever would heard him to let his private part rest... That almighty didn't listen. they enjoyed the suffering (and pleasure — cuz everyone knows that it's the good that goes bad). He wouldn't admit it, but a lot of adrenaline was inside him... And being hard in a situation he could get caught was actually a fantasy of his and he hated to have to admit it to himself...
J'suis mal dans ma peau
J'ai pas envie d'être un robot
Métro boulot dodo
Wou-oh
Ahah
Pourquoi je vis, pourquoi je meurs?
Pourquoi je crie pourquoi je pleure?
He rlly wondered why exactly he lived and died tbh... the absurd philosophy of this moment hit him more than anything else... somehow he hid the erection in a way that nobody saw
Je crois capter des ondes
Venues d'un autre monde
He could feel himself trapped in a world of fantasies... he could see Mozart in a way he'd never seen him before...
J'ai jamais eu les pieds sur terre
J'aimerais mieux être un oiseau
J'suis mal dans ma peau
J'voudrais mieux voir le monde à l'envers
J'aimerais mieux être un oiseau
Dodo l'enfant, do
Mozart finished the song under applause... Salieri was deeply embarrassed.
he heard a familiar voice next to him.
- why are you not clapping? am I a crappy musician?
Wolfgang did not yet see the erewection.
- uhm, no... it's just that I was... Perhaps... I don't know? lost in thought?
And for some reason Wolfgang's eyes went down...
- oh... I guess you were right... (he grated the back of his neck) I really didn't know you...
he intensified his gaze to tease him.
- who were your thoughts directed at?
Salieri wanted to vanish (and not like the laundry)
- in fact... it was... a random one... I must admit... he said, like a liar
Mozart laughed sweetly.
- I really didn't know you, dear friend!
he said, then waved and went away to sign autographs.
Salieri went away too, but eventually everyone saw his... lil problem... and laughed at him. Mozart rushed to defend him, because he wasn't there to do so himself.
- C'mon guys? doesn't it happen to everyone? in random situations sometimes? y'all are just a bunch of idiots, who don't want to admit the facts. you should respect him for not... you know what so it could get off!!