Lets belong to each other, we can figure out the rest after.
The tune itself was simple. A few notes that slid over the strings of his violin. Despite its simplicity, Percy had practiced for hours. He’d made sure it was short. This way, if things didn’t go over well, a wave of his hand and a quick dismissal would clear him of any accountability over the piece.
His bow rested on the instrument and his fingers shook as he started the song. The music rolled from him the way he’d hoped it would. It was happy, but not joyous. An honest love song. The song spoke to all of his insecurities with and without Monty. He wanted to give his voice to his violin, let it speak for him and for the love he held for the man before him.
Percy stood over him with his eyes shut and mouth open. His face was beautiful this way, knit in concentration and marked with worry. He stood shirtless over Monty, his violin resting in the crook of his neck as he started the song. The song made just for Monty.
He who couldn’t help but bring his knees to his chest and gaze up at the man who liked to call himself Monty’s. For a while, the song just swirled between the two of them. Moving as softly as the conversations whispered in their bed when no one else was listening. Monty couldn’t help but grin as he let his eyes slip shut.
As he played through the final bars, Percy’s heart picked up. The ending was easy, long pulls and a lengthened note that would hopefully leave Monty speechless. But facing him afterwards would be hard.
He lifted the last note, helping it fill the space until it’d sung it’s final truth, and opened his eyes to the opinion of his love.
Monty’s eyes were still shut when the song ended. He knew that looking at Percy right now would melt him. The song had fused into his bones, the melody filling his blood and refusing to be let out. Seeing the composer of such a piece. A piece composed just for him. Would surely reduce him to a puddle of his former self. Not with a whimper but with the sound of that violin.
“You hate it.” Percy said, turning and putting his instrument back in its case in slow, careful movements. He opened his mouth a few times to forge some lie but the stinging behind his eyes kept him from saying much more.
Monty had never grabbed another person so quickly. Percy’s legs flew out from under him as Monty pulled him down beside him. He nuzzled into Percy’s neck and shifted until the two of them lay on their sides with their arms around each other.
“You didn’t hate it?” Percy asked hopefully. Monty couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled from his throat. The idea of hating anything to do with the magnificent man beside him was too preposterous to even entertain.
“No darling,” he whispered. “I didn’t hate a second of it.”
Weeks later, Monty was still filled with the song.
Sometimes he would wrap his arms around Percy and waltz him around the room while singing in various keys. Other times, him and Percy would sit together, and Monty would find himself humming the tune, running his fingertips over the skin of the man he loves.
All the while Percy watched with wide eyes and an impossible grin. Because by some stroke of luck this was the man who called himself Percy’s.