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I Can Write It Better Than You Ever Felt It
Fueled By Feeling
Gabe’s POV
I woke up with the sun hitting my eyes blindingly.
I rubbed my head. I had a headache. I knew I’d be hungover.
It hurt to sit up, to look in the light. My eyes were sensitive now.
I laid back down on the bed and only then did I realize a body was sleeping against mine, and both of us were completely naked.
Letting out a small squeal, I saw the long brown hair and perfect, beautiful body. His almost had the curves of a girl; the way his hips jutted out was just so delectable.
I was only surprised for a second more, and then those thoughts of the night before flooded into my mind. I couldn’t help but get hot at the thought.
Did I want that, though? Did I want this?
I crawled back down into bed, grabbing some covers to cover our cool bodies, and just thought.
Sure, he was beautiful, one of the very few guys I thought about in such a way. Other than the sex, he was just an amazingly sweet guy.
But we weren’t gay. No one knew about us, about anything that happened. I hadn’t told a soul and I was sure he hadn’t. That night so long ago, we’d been drinking, and I was so miserable. It was all lust, but was still by far the best sex I’d ever had in my life.
And what would this do to our bands? We couldn’t be in a relationship. If people knew, that would be weird. Our fans thought we were straight, thought I was a downright playa and knew Bill had a string of girls as well.
The whole record company would be freaked out, too.
And we’d never see each other. We weren’t doing any tour together. We were both too big to be on the same tour.
Heck, before Spencer’s party, I hadn’t seen Bill in almost three months.
So wouldn’t it be better if we just got together whenever we had time and were around? With hectic schedules and recording sessions and publicity and traveling and everything in between it wasn’t worth trying for a secret relationship.
I sighed and slipped down in his arms so that our foreheads touched.
He was snoring so quietly. I kissed the bridge of his nose.
How did I even know this was right at all?
I woke up with the sun hitting my eyes blindingly.
I rubbed my head. I had a headache. I knew I’d be hungover.
It hurt to sit up, to look in the light. My eyes were sensitive now.
I laid back down on the bed and only then did I realize a body was sleeping against mine, and both of us were completely naked.
Letting out a small squeal, I saw the long brown hair and perfect, beautiful body. His almost had the curves of a girl; the way his hips jutted out was just so delectable.
I was only surprised for a second more, and then those thoughts of the night before flooded into my mind. I couldn’t help but get hot at the thought.
Did I want that, though? Did I want this?
I crawled back down into bed, grabbing some covers to cover our cool bodies, and just thought.
Sure, he was beautiful, one of the very few guys I thought about in such a way. Other than the sex, he was just an amazingly sweet guy.
But we weren’t gay. No one knew about us, about anything that happened. I hadn’t told a soul and I was sure he hadn’t. That night so long ago, we’d been drinking, and I was so miserable. It was all lust, but was still by far the best sex I’d ever had in my life.
And what would this do to our bands? We couldn’t be in a relationship. If people knew, that would be weird. Our fans thought we were straight, thought I was a downright playa and knew Bill had a string of girls as well.
The whole record company would be freaked out, too.
And we’d never see each other. We weren’t doing any tour together. We were both too big to be on the same tour.
Heck, before Spencer’s party, I hadn’t seen Bill in almost three months.
So wouldn’t it be better if we just got together whenever we had time and were around? With hectic schedules and recording sessions and publicity and traveling and everything in between it wasn’t worth trying for a secret relationship.
I sighed and slipped down in his arms so that our foreheads touched.
He was snoring so quietly. I kissed the bridge of his nose.
How did I even know this was right at all?
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short chapter. quite sorry. i'm just wayyy too busy :/comment, make me feel cool :D