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Tired after the show, feeling adrenaline rush leaving his body and slowly being replaced with exhaustion, Awsten was lying in his bunk, not having enough neither mental nor physical resources to throw the stage outfit off himself and put on the pajamas, let alone go to shower or at least brush his teeth. He heard Otto walking back from the bathroom towards his bunk that was located across Awsten’s.
“Ottooooo”, Awsten whined, voice cracking a little. Damn, he should probably be on vocal rest for the short time left before their next show.
“What?”, Otto replied, annoyed. He must be tired after the show too, Awsten thought, but Otto’s tone of voice still offended him.
“Hooow can you talk to your favorite singer who feels like shit after the concert like this”, Awsten responded.
“I’m tired too”
“I have it worse, can’t you hear my voiceee cracking”, Awsten complained in his usual drama queen manner.
“Just say what you want me to do, God, you’re such a whiny baby”
“Got you calling me baby, but at what cost”, Awsten replied, grinning.
“Shut up”
“Would you please bring me my pajamas? I can’t even get up. I think I left it somewhere on the couch”
“Okay”
Otto came back with Awsten’s pajamas, crawled inside Awsten’s bunk, shoving the other’s man legs to sit down.
“Thanks, Otto”
“I also brought some sweets, they’re called, uhh, “Sour belts”, the nice girl from m&g gave it to us”
“Wow they’re rainbow, our fans know us so well”
“Whatever”
“Would you help me get changed?”
“I don’t believe you’re exhausted to the point you can’t put off the clothes yourself. There isn’t even enough room in this bunk for me to do that”
Awsten’s cheeks started reddening. He wasn’t going to give up. The thought of Otto undressing him, even in a semi-platonic atmosphere, was too much desirable to just let it go.
“I’m ti-i-i-red, help me with the jewelry at least, ple-e-ease”, Awsten whined, making puppy eyes he knew worked well on Otto.
“Fine, move so I can help you with the necklace”
“I can’t move, you move”
“Screw you”, Otto said, but moved closer.
Awsten was lying on his pillow, he closed his eyes but felt Otto breathing against his neck. While he was taking the necklace off, his hands touched Awsten’s neck, and it felt sooo fucking good. Awsten had to bite his tongue so he wouldn’t accidently uhm, moan. That would make the situation awkward. Otto helping a very tired Awsten was at least sort of platonic, but Awsten moaning in the process, well, wasn’t platonic at all.
“Now I’m gonna take care of the bracelets”, Otto said, leaning away. He put the necklace away and reached for Awsten’s hands.
Awsten’d loved how Otto’s hands felt on his body ever since they met. He loved holding hands with Otto and loved the way Otto would sometimes touch his face (he was the only person Awsten let do that). He also felt like a dumb smitten teen when Otto’s hands were wrapped over his waist during their hugs. Awsten was a big fan of physical touch as a concept (you really could tell), and if physical touch involved a certain someone named Otto Wood, Awsten always turned into a lovesick needy mess. He could never get enough of Otto. The drummer, unlike Awsten, wasn’t really one of the people who wanted to cuddle all the time, so every moment Awsten hugged or held hands with Otto felt special.
Otto’s fingers brushed against Awsten’s wrist as he was taking the bracelet off.
“I really like this one on you”, Otto said, putting the bracelet away, “It’s pretty”
Awsten felt himself blushing, “Thanks”
“I’m gonna go put the jewelry into your backpack and you can get changed in the meantime”
“Okay”, Awsten agreed, but he knew he truly, like honestly, didn’t have enough powers to put on his pajamas. The adrenaline rush was far gone by this point, and he was soo exhausted. Not like he was sleepy, he never could fall asleep shortly after the concert, he just felt like all his powers were drained out of his body.
“You haven’t put your pajamas on”
“I’m too tired, like honestly”, Awsten replied, quietly, he was so tired, and his voice was fucked.
Maybe he sounded as miserable as he felt at the moment, because Otto sighed in defeat and reached for Awsten’s sweatshirt.
“This one’s pretty too”
Awsten whispered something that was supposed to be a “thank you” and closed his eyes, stretching his arms to help Otto put the sweatshirt off. Otto took his frog t-shirt in which Awsten always slept, put it on him, fingers brushing against Awsten’s bare skin. Awsten couldn’t help but let out a sigh.
“So do you also want me to take your jeans off?”, Otto asked, shyly. For some reason the shyness behind his voice turned Awsten on.
“Kinda”, Awsten whispered, nodding.
Otto sighed and started undoing the belt and the zip, then pulled the jeans down.
“Do you like my hiidef boxers? Streets are saying you’re going to be a model for a hiidef boxers promo pic”
“Shut up”
“But do you like them?”, Awsten said, voice cracking more from the feeling of Otto’s hands on his hips than because it was fucked up after the show. The blood rushed to his face.
“In a way one can like a piece of underwear, sure”, Otto said, annoyed and reached for Awsten’s pajama pants.
“At least put them on yourself”, he said, throwing them at Awsten, “I’m going to put your concert clothes to where they belong”
It took Awsten a lot of effort to move and put the pants on.
“I’m back, we can try the rainbow sweets now, if you want to”
“Yeah, come here”, Awsten said, moving to closer to the wall.
Otto lay down next to him, and Awsten immediately moved his head from the pillow down on Otto’s chest.
“I need hugs right now”, he whined
Otto wrapped one of his hands around Awsten’s waist.
“Open the sweets”, Otto said, giving the plastic bag to Awsten, freeing his other hand to run his fingers through Awsten’s hair. The singer felt like he was truly in his last last heaven.
He opened the sweets, putting one in his own mouth and one into Otto’s, since the drummer’s both hands were occupied.
“Mhhm”, Otto said, chewing, “They’re tasty”
“Yeah”, Awsten agreed, feeling like his powers were coming back to him. All he needed to heal was cuddling with Otto and some sourbelts. What a name, he thought.
“Gimme another one”, Otto asked. Awsten proceeded to do what he was told to, his fingers brushed against Otto’s soft lips. Fuck, he really wanted to kiss his drummer.
“Bite the belt for the stress, eheheh”, Awsten said, grinning.
“Literally”, Otto agreed, “That’s like the yummiest thing I’ve had in a while, give me two more”
“The kind of greed they talk about in the bible”
“I’m going to pull your hair out”
“You’re so violent, serial killer Otto Wood, are you going to kill me in my sleep?”
“If you don’t give me that rainbow sweet right now, you bet I will”
“I wonder what they put in them; you sound like a junkie”
“Shut up, I just haven’t had anything sweet in a while”
“Okay, have it, I don’t wanna get murdered before the concert”, Awsten said, putting three belts into Otto’s mouth and two into his own.
“Oh no, it looks like we have only one left”, Awsten said, smiling deviously.
“I have to eat it as a reward for helping you get changed and going back and forth”
“What happened to chivalry? Did you only help your gorgeous friend in need to get a prize for that? No, Otto, you don’t deserve the last belt”, Awsten said, putting the last sweet into his mouth.
“I’m going to kill you”
“Twwy”, Awsten said, getting up from Otto’s chest to demonstrate how the half of the sourbelt that wasn’t inside his mouth yet was travelling there slowly.
He didn’t expect Otto’s move. Maybe they really did put something into that candy, because Otto leaned in and bit the half of the belt, lips brushing against Awsten’s.
Awsten felt like he was possessed, his brain turned off, all he could feel was Otto, Otto’s soft lips against his, and they really did put something into these sweets, cause when Otto started leaning away, Awsten, instead of complaining about Otto’s greed or whatever, leaned in, pressing their lips together again, placing his hand on the back of Otto’s neck, pulling him as close as it was possible. He moved his body, so he was practically sitting on the drummer’s lap. Otto’s lips were so soft and warm, Awsten felt like his head was spinning. And Otto was kissing him back. He felt one Otto’s hands wrapping around his waist to help him keep the balance, the other was on Awsten’s cheek. Otto deepened the kiss, and fuck, there was a tongue, Awsten sighed loudly against Otto’s mouth. But then the singer felt something was up. Otto’s tongue made some strange movements. And then Awsten felt that Otto was fucking stealing the sourbelt from his mouth. He leaned away in shock.
“What the fuck, Otto?”
“I told you I really liked the candy”, Otto replied, grinning, hand still wrapped around Awsten’s waist.
“Did you really just made out with me to steal a fucking candy from my mouth?”, Awsten asked, cheeks reddening like he was a fucking tomato, and he felt his eyes going wet from embarrassment.
“I mean, it was a bonus”, Otto replied, slipping his fingers under Awsten’s frog shirt, “This shirt is torn apart and belongs to the rubber bin, I don’t think you need it right now”, he said and put the shirt off, exposing Awsten’s body.
“Take off your then, too”, Awsten said, suddenly out of breath.
Otto did. Next thing Awsten knew, he was pinned down by Otto, head on the pillow, Otto’s fingers running through his hair, soft lips brushing against his own. Otto took Awsten’s hand with his free one, placing it on his waist. Awsten got the message, wrapping his both hands around the drummer’s waist.
The kiss was getting hotter, messier, then Otto was kissing his nose, forehead, eyebrows, eyes gently, and Awsten was about to burst out crying from how gentle that was. Before he could, though, Otto came back from “sweet” to “hot”, moving down to Awsten’s neck, kissing his Adam’s apple, biting his throat, and Awsten could only moan in response, nails digging into Otto’s skin.
Otto was leaving bite marks all across Awsten’s neck, then kissed his collarbone, shoulders, licking his sensitive skin, and Awsten totally lost it, he was seeing stars in front of his eyes, mind blank with no thoughts, just the sensation of Otto’s weight pinning him down, Otto’s lips and against his skin, he was only capable of making incoherent noises that sounded remotely like Otto’s name.
Then the drummer leaned away a little, Awsten already missing the feeling. Otto moved up to kiss Awsten on the lips again, soft this time.
“I’m too tired to fuck right now, baby”, Otto whispered into Awsten’s ear, kissing it.
“Yeah”, Awsten agreed, he suddenly felt his whole body relaxing, finally ready to sleep.
“We can fuck about it later if you want or something”, Otto said, putting his head on the pillow, hugging Awsten from the back, kissing his neck gently, burying his face in it.
“First thing in the morning. Nuts out for breakfast”
“You’re gross”
“It’s a chocolate name”
“Good night, Aws”
“Love you”
“Love you too”