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Yonny stepped backstage after the biggest show they’d had thus far. The large Giyan crowd adored them, and they frankly had a blast. Though he couldn’t help but notice his eyes wandering when Dingo worked his drum fills, he was so lost in the drummer’s focused expression that he almost missed his cues. This is getting out of hand.
Their mind had been tossing around these weird thoughts recently, about him. As they grew up together, they had understandably gotten quite close. But on days like this, Yonny wondered what it would be like to be even closer. They didn’t know what to make of that.
The energy had been thoroughly sapped from him, a quick look in the mirror confirmed; he even looked tired, which was unusual for the bassist. Unfortunately, they had checked their reflection just in time to catch dingo peeling off his sweaty tank top in their peripheral vision. They flushed and averted their eyes, but Dingo, unaware of their crisis, came up and patted them on the back.
“That show was fuckin’ awesome, aye? You’ve improved a helluva lot since we were kids!”
“A-ah, thanks Dee. You’re also–” He looked up and immediately regretted it.
Dingo had taken off his bandana as well, and his wild, frizzy hair stuck to the sweat on his forehead. His cheeks and ears were tinted red and he was breathing heavily, still recovering from his intense drumming. With how close he was, Yonny could count the light freckles on his cheeks, his forehead, shoulders and chest…
“...Also what? You’re staring, Yon.”
“Pretty…”
“Pardon?”
“Puh-pretty GOOD! At drumming! Ehehe…”
The redhead blinked, catching his slip-up. He appeared to brush it off though, “Aw shucks, I’m flattered, really.”
Yonny swallowed their spit as they tried to look everywhere but his friend’s exposed skin. It shouldn’t be weird. They had changed in front of each other before, and it wasn’t like he was naked. But even being in private together, he couldn’t help but blush. Honestly, the fact that no one else was around wasn’t helping his flustered state.
The green room at this venue was pretty cramped, but more than enough for the two to relax and unwind. Yonny shuffled away from the mirror and flopped on the soft loveseat nearby. They checked their phone and curled up on their half as they tried to catch the breath that the drummer had inadvertently stolen. His cheeks were getting uncomfortably warm now, and as their eyes tracked their friend’s movements, it only seemed to get worse.
“Isn’t that hot?”
“H-huh?”
“That outfit. It isn’t as drafty as it was on stage, I know I got pretty hot ‘round the end.”
You certainly did. Yonny kept his traitorous mouth shut lest he embarrass himself further. He did NOT need to think about that right now.
“Ya didn’t give me an answer, Yon. Listen, i-if I’m bein’ weird at all you can tell me–”
“No, no it’s okay Dee! I’m just… lost in thought.”
Dingo sat down next to his friend, resting a gentle hand on his back, “I’m here if you needa get it out.”
Yonny fought not to lean into the touch as he struggled to find the right words. He was right there beside them, he was open to hear them out, he was so handsome up close.
Every weird feeling washed over them like waves. All the butterflies, the racing heart, shaky hands. In his teens he wasn’t sure what it meant, as a child he just thought it was normal. He used to wonder if it was a crush, but Dingo wasn’t a girl, he was meant to like girls, right? It was only now that the realisation came to them, they couldn’t deny it any longer.
“I’ve been having these feelings for a while, really fluttery and light, and for the longest time I didn’t know what it was. But now… I think– I think I have feelings for you, Dingo. I-I’m not sure if you felt the same or—”
He was cut off suddenly. Dingo’s lips were pressed against theirs, and he was practically pinning them to the armrest of the couch. Time stood still between them. They threaded their fingers through his fiery red hair, and he sighed into the kiss. Neither one wanted to pull away, but, well, they needed to breathe eventually.
They separated just enough to catch their breath, their lips brushed against each other. Yonny let out a shuddering breath.
“ Fuck, can we do that again?”
Dingo let out a breathy laugh and cupped their cheek, “God I love ya, Yon.”
Another kiss, and Yonny felt like he may melt. It felt like the temperature had risen dramatically since they made contact. He sucked in his stomach at the shock of Dingo’s icy fingers slipping under his shirt. They pulled away much sooner this time, shivering under the drummer’s intense stare.
This was everything they could have asked for. They were honestly expecting to wake in a cold sweat, that it was all just a dream. As Dingo pressed kisses to their jaw, down their neck, they could have pinched themself just to be sure. But when they felt a sharp sting just above their collarbone, they knew for a fact that they were really there in the moment, and that maybe they should slow down a little–
Yonny weakly pushed Dingo’s head away, “W-we still have to get back to the hotel– Dee!-”
“Later.”
“L-later? Someone could walk in-”
Though, the way their legs pressed into Dingo’s sides contradicted their half-hearted protests. He smirked and went back to kissing their neck and chest as they leaned back into the plush couch.
Yonny kneaded his bare back, giggling at the ticklish feeling of his hair brushing against their ears. Their chest rumbled, almost purring. The two pressed about as close as they could manage, feeling the vibrations, their synchronised pulses. If heaven was real, this was it.
“Dee, is this– are we-?”
“Do you wanna be?”
“Y-yeah, I think I’d like that.”
Dingo smiled against their lips, “Well, we have an hour ‘til we needa clear out, let’s make the most of it.”
Their breath caught in their throat, and they couldn’t do much but dumbly nod.