Hang On To Yourself

Writing Prompt;
setting: roommates

Mick and Ziggy were now roommates now due to the fact that the band had formed together and were performing almost every night at clubs and pubs mainly with the odd big concert hall. Gilly and Weird shared the room next door in then hotel and Mick found it a bit awkward at first sharing with their singer because he harboured feelings for Ziggy. These feelings he couldn't fathom because he wasn't sure if it was love, lust or who knows what else. It was complicated.

"Could you hand me the hairbrush, doll?"

Ziggy now coming out of the bathroom dressed in nothing but a white bath towel wrapped tightly around his lithe waist. Mick looked up from reading his guitar magazine and nearly dropped the cigarette from his mouth. Fuck! Ziggy was near naked and looking so damn hot. What could he do but gawk for a few moments before pulling himself back to reality, passing Ziggy the brush.

"Sorry, mate. I was just thinking about something."

Ziggy giggled and loved teasing Mick when he had one of his "blond moments." They were so cute and he could feel the human's feelings but said nothing. What could he say? Risk losing his guitarist yet again? No, he couldn't.

"You look cute like that all open-mouthed and shocked. Is it my legs? Do they get you going?"

Mick near snorted on his mouth of gin at that. Fuck! What was Ziggy trying to do? Was he mind-reading the guitarist? Because that was exactly what Mick was thinking about. Ziggy's legs. His near naked body wrapped up in a towel showing off his lithe physique and those legs. Oh, those legs.

"Teasing bastard. I'm trying to read and have a bloody drink in peace here."

Of course the blond just gave Ziggy a wink as the singer brushed his hair, keeping his eyes close on the blond. Oh Mick, you cute man. The guitarist took a drag on his smoke and then found his green eyes wandering away from the pages of his magazine to stare at Ziggy brushing his red hair. It was so bright and beautiful. Was it soft? Mick wanted to find out but---how could he? It would look gay and---he wasn't gay was he? What the fuck was he even?

"Want to brush it? Come on, you can you know. I don't bite unless you want me to."

Ziggy winked and offered a devillish grin while passing Mick the brush. The blond swallowed hard and then decided to fuck it. They were alone and roommates now. Brushing hair was harmless enough, wasn't it? Getting up, Mick took a seat behind Ziggy on the bed and began brushing that shoulder length red hair. Oh, it was soft. Ziggy smelled so good too with his perfume Miss Dior on. Everything about the singer got to Mick in all the right places.

"You smell nice, mate. Miss Dior? I like that one. Your hair is soft too."

Ziggy giggled once more and turned his head slightly to gaze at Mick's handsomely rugged features. So masculine but then he was so beautiful for a man too. Long eye lashes and fluffy blond hair like a shaggy dog. Just a few inches further, closer and he could kiss him, touching those sexy lips---

"Want to go out for a drink later with the lads, mate? We could get Gilly smashed. He'll be a drunk tart then."

Mick's broad Northern voice snapped Ziggy out of his trance as he sighed a little forlornly and nodded. Turning back to stare at the wall he wished he could just throw social norms in the fucking trash and kiss Mick. Kiss the man he craved. Mick himself enjoying brushing Ziggy's hair much more than he should. They were in private so fuck the world.