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(from Sebastian’s pov)
Man, I think I have a thing for another blonde.. I never really liked guys who looked like me, but Michael is WAY different. He’s so hot jeez!
Alright, right now we’re sitting backstage getting ready. Michael really wants me to straighten my hair, but ehh. I might do it though. I do look like I’m his little brother, which I don’t really mind. When people see me with him, they do think that. I don’t mind at all though, Michael doesn’t either.
”Come on Baz! Just let me do it this once!
he exclaims, ruffling my hair.
“Awh, Baz, you’ll look so nice,” he exclaims.
I blush and smile warmly, stroking my hand just under his jaw.
“Eh, I don’t really need it Michael, go find like Nasty or Sami or something,” I reply.
“Oh they don’t need it at all trust me! Their hair is basically naturally straight. You can try it! I’ll help you out with it, y’know, the fans love it when there’s a little tide pool in your hair.” he smiles warmly, brushing my hair out a bit.
Tide pool? I sit up as I close my eyes with a blush. Man he sounds so hot! I always have a thing for brunettes, but Michael beats that. He’s better then them brunettes.
“Eh, alright, you can straighten my hair,” I open my eyes back up. Michael finally beams and sits up. Jeez I love it when he beams!
”Okay hold still baby!” he stands up and grabs his straightener and plugs it in. He then gives me a kiss while he brushes my hair out.
Michael grabs the straightener and takes a section of my hair and runs it through the straightener. “You have really thick hair Baz, easier to leave it straight for longer when it’s thick like this,” he says between running sections of my hair.
“Oh yeah? You can do my hair for me now!” I say teasingly. “Okay no problem! I love doing hair, oh yeah I never went to beauty school so people would just assume I got no idea what I’m doing,” he replies and laughs.
I laugh and nod, “Oh you do know what you’re doing, as they say don’t judge a book by its cover,” I reply, placing a hand on his thigh, squeezing it. Just in a soft little way.
Michael blushes and chuckles, “Yup, and that goes for you too!” he exclaims and gives me a kiss. Michael’s voice was actually so soft and gentle that it made me beam.
He then finishes up with my hair, unplugging the straightener. He then takes my hand and gets up and lays down on the couch.
“Hm, do you mind if I cuddle you? I really want to, but I just wanna know if you mind it,” he asks.
“Oh no I don’t mind! I love it when someone asks me if I wanna cuddle,” I reply and lay on his chest, wrapping my arms around his torso.
“Hell ya baby!” he beams and wraps one arm around my neck and his other arm on my torso. I got my head on his shoulder. He gives me a little kiss on the forehead while I stroke his hair. I go to kiss his cheek but he moves his head and kisses me softly. I kiss him softly back, stroking his hair. He always tastes so nice, always something different each time. This time it’s sweet vanilla mint.
He finishes it and then has our foreheads press gently, with our arms still locked in each other. Yeah, we’re probably late for the show, but we don’t care. We just have each other, and it’s all that matters. Michael falls asleep on me, making me blush.
I play with Michael’s hair as he’s sound asleep, still having our arms wrapped around each other. We stay like this for about a little over half an hour until we have to go up on stage. Yep. He fell asleep in my warm arms.