Just to say thank you
Nov. 26th, 2022 07:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
From the Nexus prompt; 3. Gratitude for something small.
(CW Warning: bad language)
Mick had just woken up having dreamt about Ziggy yet again. The singer with the red hair who was both a boy and a girl. The guitarist was still trying to get his head around it all as he got up and showered with thoughts still mulling around in his head. He'd auditioned over a month ago into Ziggy's band and was now a Spider from Mars. Weird, the bassist and Gilly the drummer. It all fitted but Mick was conflicted over his feelings because he was in love. It was simple as that. He was in love with Ziggy.
"Bloody hell."
The blond dried his hair off as he stepped out of the shower, changed and then made himself a large mug of tea. It was far too early to be hitting the booze, even though most rock stars didn't abide by time as a rule. Mick though, he was a stickler for not really drinking heavily until at least after lunchtime. Sighing, he made himself presentable as he prepared to meet up with Ziggy downstairs. Weird and Gilly were already out in town doing shopping so this morning Mick was spending it with the singer.
Then came the butterflies in the stomach. Mick had felt them ever since Ziggy had looked at him. Ever since he had run away and nearly never came back. His emotions were all over the place like a huge tidal surge threatening to overwhelm and drown him. Love was such a strange emotion at times. To be in love with your singer and band leader wasn't unheard of within the music industry but Ziggy---he---she--Ziggy was everything to Mick.
"Get a grip of yourself, Ronno. You can do this. It's just a trip out alone with Ziggy."
Mick downed the rest of his tea and then took the elevator down to the hotel lobby where Ziggy was sitting reading a fashion magazine at a table. He immediately swallowed hard and could feel his heart skip a beat at seeing that flash of red hot hair and those eyes. Those different coloured eyes. Oh god.
"Hey uh---Ziggy. So are we going shopping, like?"
Ziggy looked up at Mick coming down from the elevator and got up, moving instantly to hug his guitarist. Oh, how could he not? The singer was smitten with the blond and had been since clapping eyes on him. Mick took the hug with ease even though his skin was on fire and his heart was beating out of his chest. Could Ziggy sense that? What was he even thinking?
"I've got you something."
Ziggy's words caused the blond to stare and wonder what the singer meant. Got him something? A present? But they'd not even gone to the shops yet.
"Oh--you have? But we haven't even gone shopping yet."
Ziggy giggled and then pressed a long finger against Mick's lips, silencing the nervous guitarist. Pulling out a brown paper bag, Ziggy then offered Mick his present. It was a brand new guitar pick which had a lightning bolt carved onto it and painted red. The signature for Ziggy's band.
"Mate--it's so beautiful. Thank you. You didn't have to do this."
Mick blushed and loved it so much. Ziggy moved forwards to gently press a soft kiss to Mick's cheek, hoping he wasn't causing the blond to become too awkward.
"I just wanted to give you something small for helping me out the other night back at the club. Those fucking bastards wanted to attack me and you stepped in punching them out cold. You're such a hot boy, you know that?"
Those words instantly caused Mick to go wide-eyed and he was stunned into silence. Now, he couldn't even count how many beats per minute his heart was racing at. Ziggy liked him. Mick liked Ziggy. Yet, how could he even kiss Ziggy without people seeing? Society seeing two men kissing would cause a media frenzy as well as bad press. Fuck.
"I love the pick, mate. Those thugs deserved a sock in the mouth. No one will touch you."
Mick slid a hand onto Ziggy's shoulder and squeezed gently. He felt better for doing so and Ziggy felt a gush of heat deep inside close to where his heart was. This day was getting better each moment.
"Right, shopping for us. Let's hit the town. Watch out, bitches!"
Ziggy giggling more as he slid his hand into Mick's holding tight and near dragging the blond along, not giving two fucks at who wanted to hurl abuse at them in the street. Ziggy would cut a bitch and the world would soon know it.
(CW Warning: bad language)
Mick had just woken up having dreamt about Ziggy yet again. The singer with the red hair who was both a boy and a girl. The guitarist was still trying to get his head around it all as he got up and showered with thoughts still mulling around in his head. He'd auditioned over a month ago into Ziggy's band and was now a Spider from Mars. Weird, the bassist and Gilly the drummer. It all fitted but Mick was conflicted over his feelings because he was in love. It was simple as that. He was in love with Ziggy.
"Bloody hell."
The blond dried his hair off as he stepped out of the shower, changed and then made himself a large mug of tea. It was far too early to be hitting the booze, even though most rock stars didn't abide by time as a rule. Mick though, he was a stickler for not really drinking heavily until at least after lunchtime. Sighing, he made himself presentable as he prepared to meet up with Ziggy downstairs. Weird and Gilly were already out in town doing shopping so this morning Mick was spending it with the singer.
Then came the butterflies in the stomach. Mick had felt them ever since Ziggy had looked at him. Ever since he had run away and nearly never came back. His emotions were all over the place like a huge tidal surge threatening to overwhelm and drown him. Love was such a strange emotion at times. To be in love with your singer and band leader wasn't unheard of within the music industry but Ziggy---he---she--Ziggy was everything to Mick.
"Get a grip of yourself, Ronno. You can do this. It's just a trip out alone with Ziggy."
Mick downed the rest of his tea and then took the elevator down to the hotel lobby where Ziggy was sitting reading a fashion magazine at a table. He immediately swallowed hard and could feel his heart skip a beat at seeing that flash of red hot hair and those eyes. Those different coloured eyes. Oh god.
"Hey uh---Ziggy. So are we going shopping, like?"
Ziggy looked up at Mick coming down from the elevator and got up, moving instantly to hug his guitarist. Oh, how could he not? The singer was smitten with the blond and had been since clapping eyes on him. Mick took the hug with ease even though his skin was on fire and his heart was beating out of his chest. Could Ziggy sense that? What was he even thinking?
"I've got you something."
Ziggy's words caused the blond to stare and wonder what the singer meant. Got him something? A present? But they'd not even gone to the shops yet.
"Oh--you have? But we haven't even gone shopping yet."
Ziggy giggled and then pressed a long finger against Mick's lips, silencing the nervous guitarist. Pulling out a brown paper bag, Ziggy then offered Mick his present. It was a brand new guitar pick which had a lightning bolt carved onto it and painted red. The signature for Ziggy's band.
"Mate--it's so beautiful. Thank you. You didn't have to do this."
Mick blushed and loved it so much. Ziggy moved forwards to gently press a soft kiss to Mick's cheek, hoping he wasn't causing the blond to become too awkward.
"I just wanted to give you something small for helping me out the other night back at the club. Those fucking bastards wanted to attack me and you stepped in punching them out cold. You're such a hot boy, you know that?"
Those words instantly caused Mick to go wide-eyed and he was stunned into silence. Now, he couldn't even count how many beats per minute his heart was racing at. Ziggy liked him. Mick liked Ziggy. Yet, how could he even kiss Ziggy without people seeing? Society seeing two men kissing would cause a media frenzy as well as bad press. Fuck.
"I love the pick, mate. Those thugs deserved a sock in the mouth. No one will touch you."
Mick slid a hand onto Ziggy's shoulder and squeezed gently. He felt better for doing so and Ziggy felt a gush of heat deep inside close to where his heart was. This day was getting better each moment.
"Right, shopping for us. Let's hit the town. Watch out, bitches!"
Ziggy giggling more as he slid his hand into Mick's holding tight and near dragging the blond along, not giving two fucks at who wanted to hurl abuse at them in the street. Ziggy would cut a bitch and the world would soon know it.