In heaven- Rock one-shots

my cutie (Clapton-Harrison)

And George opened his eyes, instantly seeing the soft and shining hair of the younger one, or 'his cutie' like he used to call.

He tried don't move very fast, didn't want to wake up the other one who was sleeping like an angel, and it's so cute to see him like that, like an tired kid who was playing with friends all the afternoon and cant keep your eyes open.

Made his way downstairs arriving the giant kitchen and looking for something to eat, maybe an apple, or milk and some cookies, but somehow he tought that pancakes would be a great idea.

Eggs, flour, milk, sugar, and other things in the big blue bowl, he hoped it to work, never did that without using detailed recipes or ready mixes.

"Don't burn the kitchen... Don't burn the kitchen..." Repeated for himself while pouring the mix in the frying pan.

"Are you burning the kitchen? I don't think it's a good idea at all" He hear someone giggling in his back and passing the arms around his waist.

He loves that voice, and that touch, and that smile, basically: Loves every single thing about Eric.

"Morning..." He says without taking out the attention of the bubbling pancakes.

"What did you put here?" The youngest ask looking in the bowl.

"All the things in the table, and eggs..." Answers flipping the sweet circle.

"And baking powder?" What?

"Baking powder?" Asks widening the eyes.

"Of course! Or its going to turn into a leaf!" The other says looking for the red picher in the fridge and mixing with the rest in the bowl.

They were terrible at the kitchen, always forgotten something, or laughing so hard that they just leave everything and start to doing other random things. Anyways, they have their own right in the wrong ways.

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And like everyday after the (terrible) breakfast, Geo ran to the studio, there was the place where nobody could perturb him, was like a big bubble that in the moment he was in, nothing outside really matters, was the perfect definition of peace.

And here he's, trying to relax, grabbing a guitar and smoking a cigarette, trying to remove the things in his head and just let them go with the smoke, but, somehow, today wasn't working, doesn't matter how many notes he plays, or how high the sound is, or how many times he changes the tone, or how hard he press the pedals, something is wrong, very wrong.

And he knows what it is, the fact that someone was in his bed this morning can't fly out his mind, not because was someone, but because was him.

They were friends, just, a long time, in this long time as friends he developed the habit of calling the younger as "my cutie", as a joke y'know? But in this joke, somewhere, was a bit true, not like something that he thought that could be true, something like a stranger desire, or a platonic passion.

"We shouldn't... or should?" he asked himself while putting his forehead in the headstock of the cherry red Gibson Les Paul that Clapton gave him a couple months ago.

"Cant stop thinking about it too?" He hear someone saying in his back "You didn't like to find me there this morning, did you?"

"Wasn't this, it's just... Its very hard to explain" He answers holding back the tears.

"I know, the feeling of doing something that everyone says it's wrong, its hard to deal with the ghosts that always walk with me when we do something like this" The other says approaching the coach "We can just end up with this, we don't need to end our friendship, just remove the colorful part of this"

"You don't think that's gonna hurt?" He worried about the other feelings like he worries about his ones, it's called empathy.

"Of course it will, but if we continue doing this kind of thing, every month, or week, we need to deal with this bad feeling, if we just fake that never happened will hurt once and nevermore" "Nevermore" it's such a long time just to imagine...

"But we wont have the last feeling too, that euphoria and everything, the good side of this wont happen too" Its good to remember this, still a great idea?

"Yeah, I know" answers sitting at his side "Listen, I dont want to hurt you, but I don't want you to hurt me" Wasn't paying attention anymore, that soft and reddish lips grabbed his eyes like the prettiest thing in the world, was impossible to get out, and unconsciously he just started to get near, and near...

"Do I hurt you while doing this?" Whispered looking at his shining eyes and taking his lips, calmly, softly, slowly, like every single second should be enjoyed, like this were the last time when his sweet lips would touch the others minty ones.

"Course no..." Mumbled jumping to his lap.

Wasn't platonic anymore, and wouldn't end here, they can deal with the bad feelings, they're very smaller than the good ones.

Outside the amazing world that they were living now, he could be the "god" like some people like to call, here he still being just his cutie...