Backstage (Yungblud x MGK OneShot)

Backstage to Home

Dom

I collapse on Colson's shoulder, grinning up at him and taking as deep of a breath I can manage with my inhaler as we walk off stage.

"That was fuckin' mental!"

My voice cracks which sends him into a laughing fit and making me stick my tongue out at him in annoyance. He pulls me into a side hug and ruffles my hair affectionately.

"You almost broke your hand again, idiot. You have to take care of yourself."

He sounded concerned about me breaking my hand but I wheeze out a laugh, quickly taking another dose of my inhaler when I feel my breathing go shaky again. He asks,

"Where am I taking you? What hotel?"

"You know I'm coming home with you, you wanker. Drive us home."

Colson playfully rolls his baby blue eyes as if he didn't expect me to demand going home with him. It's almost become a tradition that I crash at his place after a concert and vice versa. We have a strong chemistry between us that goes without saying. So strong even our fans pick up on it.

His eye shimmer in the light with a brightness I never took the time to admire. The pale light, almost grey, shade of blue shines and reflects as the lights hit them. They light up as he smiles down at me.

His eyes are so pretty. How have I never noticed how beautiful they are? I look at him all the time.

"Don't give me that, mate. You have room in that mansion for the two of us, sweetheart."

I laugh when I call him sweetheart, even though my heart starts racing, but quickly shut up when he picks me up bridal style. He scoops me up like I weigh nothing and looks at me with those beautiful blue eyes.

"Whatever you say, princess."

"Oi! Just 'cause I'm wearing a dress doesn't mean I'm a fuckin' Disney princess, mate."

I couldn't stop myself from thinking,

I'm only a princess if you're my prince.

He continues to tease me anyways, completely ignoring my words,

"I didn't think I'd ever bring home a guy after a party."

I feel my face heat up. The thought races through my mind and the words ring in my head. I quickly look away, muttering,

"Wh-whatever..."

He smirks smugly at me, as if knowing exactly what I'm thinking after putting that thought in my head.

"You're a prick, y'know that?"

He laughs at my suffering like the evil bastard he is.

I wouldn't mind having some "fun" with him though...

I groan when I can't get the thought of fucking him out of my head and bury my face in his chest.

"Fuck off, mate."

I can imagine the smug look on his face but don't look up to hide my bright red face. He knows exactly what he's doing to me and he's doing it flawlessly.

Suddenly, he stops moving and reposition me. I look up at him in confusion until I heard the flashing clicks of cameras.

The wanker's posing with me in his arms!

"Colson!"

I hiss his name under my breath, trying to grab his attention. He either didn't hear me or ignored me. I roll my eyes, already knowing the answer that he's ignoring me.