Rest and Relaxation
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guitar_voodooFor the prompt 101 Ways to say I love you: "Give me a brush. I'll fix your hair for you."
The show had been a total success as always as Ziggy and the Spiders finished on "Moonage Daydream" as their last track before exiting the stage and moving in towards the dressing room. The groupies had been a total nightmare since they'd thrown underwear, bras, bottles and who knows what else shit on the stage. Ziggy had nearly been pulled into the crowd by them as he reached down to touch the grabbing hands at the foot of the stage. That part had pissed Mick right off, giving them all a stern look as he pulled the singer back onto the stage and slapped the hands away. Fuck. What a show.
Weird slumped down into the soft long chair and poured himself a large whiskey. Gilly was now too busy going towards the mirror trying to fix his hair as always. Prissy tart. Mick was too busy focusing on Ziggy who looked exhausted from wrestling with groupies on stage. Those bitches could have hurt the singer! Without realising it but still.
"Are you alright, love? How about a drink? We could all use one."
Ziggy nodded and then also sank into the large chair next to Weird, offering the quiet a bassist a wink. The show itself had been a blast and they had sell out seats yet again. Mick had played guitar as best as always without a hitch. Passing Ziggy his large gin, Mick then poured his own out and then lit up a smoke.
"Those fucking groupies though. Shit. They grabbed you and I thought you'd fall into them. I had to grab you, mate. They can't hurt you they just---"
Ziggy put his drink down and got up, pushing a finger to Mick's lips, offering him a kiss to quiet the worried guitarist. He was always like this whenever the groupies got out of hand. Mick Ronno the protector. He worried too much and the Anthean knew this. It was adorable though and he'd have his guitarist no other way.
"How about you give me a nice massage? My legs and knees are fucking killing me."
The singer now massaging the backs of his knees with his long slender fingers. Weird glanced up at Mick and knew that the two would go and become intimate with each other no doubt. Gilly came over after fixing his hair pouring himself a large drink and sighing.
"Those bitches threw panties at my head! Fucking bimbos and trollops. They could have had more decency than that!"
Mick and Weird looked at Ziggy who was smirking but trying not to laugh. Oh, the tart and his trashy mouth. Didn't he always complain. Mick just giving Gilly a slap on the shoulder before taking Ziggy's hand in his own. He wanted to give his fiancee a massage because he needed it.
"Alright, lads. Me and Zig are going to take a bit of a rest in the back room."
Ziggy giggling a little as both Mick and himself disappeared into the backroom where there were more comfy lounge chairs. It would be perfect to perform Ziggy's leg massage on without prying eyes. The privacy was welcome because none of them needed Gilly staring or making tarty remarks during the massage.
"You look tired, love. Are you sure you don't want to rest? I could see you struggling a little with those last few riffs."
Mick nodding slightly at Ziggy's words but not wanting to rest. He was going to give the Anthean a decent leg massage with his large hands. This is what he always wanted.
"Shh. Lay on the chair, love. Let me get rid of those aches and pains in those legs of yours."
Ziggy offering a coy glance before winking at Mick but doing as the blond asked, sliding down onto the couch with his legs hanging over the side. Mick soon working at Ziggy's knees with his large guitarist's hands. Oh, it felt divine! Letting out a sigh of pleasure the redhead then noticed how unkempt Mick's usually tidy hair was. The fluffy guitarist's hair needed a brush!
"Let me brush your hair after this. You like it when I brush your hair don't you?"
Mick glanced up at Ziggy with a mischievous smile, nodding as he worked all the knots and aches out of his fiancee's knees and backs of his calves. Ziggy sinking further into the soft chair, enjoying everything about how doting Mick was. There really was no one else like him that could touch him like this.
"Mmm---let me brush your hair while you massage my legs."
Mick looking up for a second, grabbing a hairbrush and passing it to Ziggy. He was soon feeling the soft bristles teasing through his platinum strands, causing soft sighs to escape his lips. Oh, it felt so good! Just having his hair brushed by Ziggy gave the blond goosebumps all over. He still carried on massaging Ziggy's calf muscles and then brought his hands up higher above the knee, roving over the singer's exposed thighs. That kimono always drove him wild.
"Naughty---"
Ziggy tipped Mick's jaw towards him as he kissed the blond passionately before breaking off. Oh, he loved being a tease and Mick knew it.
"How do you feel now, love? I massaged all the places where you get aches and pains. The bloody gravity must be a nightmare for you."
The redhead nodded and then leant his head onto Mick's shoulders, feeling more relaxed and rested, although not tired because he rarely slept. How was Mick feeling though? Did the hair brushing help? He hoped so. Ziggy's cool long fingers now carding through the soft hair he just brushed.
"I love you, Mick Ronno."
There were no truer words to be said.
The show had been a total success as always as Ziggy and the Spiders finished on "Moonage Daydream" as their last track before exiting the stage and moving in towards the dressing room. The groupies had been a total nightmare since they'd thrown underwear, bras, bottles and who knows what else shit on the stage. Ziggy had nearly been pulled into the crowd by them as he reached down to touch the grabbing hands at the foot of the stage. That part had pissed Mick right off, giving them all a stern look as he pulled the singer back onto the stage and slapped the hands away. Fuck. What a show.
Weird slumped down into the soft long chair and poured himself a large whiskey. Gilly was now too busy going towards the mirror trying to fix his hair as always. Prissy tart. Mick was too busy focusing on Ziggy who looked exhausted from wrestling with groupies on stage. Those bitches could have hurt the singer! Without realising it but still.
"Are you alright, love? How about a drink? We could all use one."
Ziggy nodded and then also sank into the large chair next to Weird, offering the quiet a bassist a wink. The show itself had been a blast and they had sell out seats yet again. Mick had played guitar as best as always without a hitch. Passing Ziggy his large gin, Mick then poured his own out and then lit up a smoke.
"Those fucking groupies though. Shit. They grabbed you and I thought you'd fall into them. I had to grab you, mate. They can't hurt you they just---"
Ziggy put his drink down and got up, pushing a finger to Mick's lips, offering him a kiss to quiet the worried guitarist. He was always like this whenever the groupies got out of hand. Mick Ronno the protector. He worried too much and the Anthean knew this. It was adorable though and he'd have his guitarist no other way.
"How about you give me a nice massage? My legs and knees are fucking killing me."
The singer now massaging the backs of his knees with his long slender fingers. Weird glanced up at Mick and knew that the two would go and become intimate with each other no doubt. Gilly came over after fixing his hair pouring himself a large drink and sighing.
"Those bitches threw panties at my head! Fucking bimbos and trollops. They could have had more decency than that!"
Mick and Weird looked at Ziggy who was smirking but trying not to laugh. Oh, the tart and his trashy mouth. Didn't he always complain. Mick just giving Gilly a slap on the shoulder before taking Ziggy's hand in his own. He wanted to give his fiancee a massage because he needed it.
"Alright, lads. Me and Zig are going to take a bit of a rest in the back room."
Ziggy giggling a little as both Mick and himself disappeared into the backroom where there were more comfy lounge chairs. It would be perfect to perform Ziggy's leg massage on without prying eyes. The privacy was welcome because none of them needed Gilly staring or making tarty remarks during the massage.
"You look tired, love. Are you sure you don't want to rest? I could see you struggling a little with those last few riffs."
Mick nodding slightly at Ziggy's words but not wanting to rest. He was going to give the Anthean a decent leg massage with his large hands. This is what he always wanted.
"Shh. Lay on the chair, love. Let me get rid of those aches and pains in those legs of yours."
Ziggy offering a coy glance before winking at Mick but doing as the blond asked, sliding down onto the couch with his legs hanging over the side. Mick soon working at Ziggy's knees with his large guitarist's hands. Oh, it felt divine! Letting out a sigh of pleasure the redhead then noticed how unkempt Mick's usually tidy hair was. The fluffy guitarist's hair needed a brush!
"Let me brush your hair after this. You like it when I brush your hair don't you?"
Mick glanced up at Ziggy with a mischievous smile, nodding as he worked all the knots and aches out of his fiancee's knees and backs of his calves. Ziggy sinking further into the soft chair, enjoying everything about how doting Mick was. There really was no one else like him that could touch him like this.
"Mmm---let me brush your hair while you massage my legs."
Mick looking up for a second, grabbing a hairbrush and passing it to Ziggy. He was soon feeling the soft bristles teasing through his platinum strands, causing soft sighs to escape his lips. Oh, it felt so good! Just having his hair brushed by Ziggy gave the blond goosebumps all over. He still carried on massaging Ziggy's calf muscles and then brought his hands up higher above the knee, roving over the singer's exposed thighs. That kimono always drove him wild.
"Naughty---"
Ziggy tipped Mick's jaw towards him as he kissed the blond passionately before breaking off. Oh, he loved being a tease and Mick knew it.
"How do you feel now, love? I massaged all the places where you get aches and pains. The bloody gravity must be a nightmare for you."
The redhead nodded and then leant his head onto Mick's shoulders, feeling more relaxed and rested, although not tired because he rarely slept. How was Mick feeling though? Did the hair brushing help? He hoped so. Ziggy's cool long fingers now carding through the soft hair he just brushed.
"I love you, Mick Ronno."
There were no truer words to be said.
