O Boyfriend (Pikey)

Getting A Feel for Things

The group went out to dinner to celebrate the newbie's arrival. He lit up the whole room --- nay, the whole establishment --- and it showed. His hair bounced with every subtle head tilt in any direction. It was quite fascinating as to how he maintained such a gorgeous smile, with a clothing style that appeared average yet regal in its own way ---

"Ey, Pat!" Mikey called, snapping him out of his thoughts. "Got a twenty? We need to tip the waiter." Pat took a minute to process the question, but nodded. "Oh, yeah. Yeah, hold on." He responded. He reached for his wallet, pulling it out of his back pocket. He retrieved a twenty dollar bill as Mikey held out his hand to take it. The world suddenly sped up for him, voices and any noise becoming muffled. He was panicking. In front of him. Damn it.

Mikey seemed to catch on, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Hey. I know there's a lot of people here. Just focus on me. Me specifically. I am not going anywhere. You're okay. You're okay." He spoke in a soft reassuring tone, occasionally massaging his upper back. "No need to panic. We're leaving now. Breathe." The drummer couldn't breathe --- that was the problem! All because his newfound crush was touching him.

Pat ushered himself to relax, finding himself back on planet Earth once he calmed. "H-here." He stuttered, a pink hue filling his face. He handed him the money. He probably thinks I'm a scaredy cat now! Stupid, stupid, stupid! Way to go, Wilson, he thought. Mikey found it amazing how the other could compose and redirect himself quickly.

What he didn't notice was that his jaw was hanging open. He blinked quickly and averted his gaze. "Sorry. Didn't notice that I was staring! Let's be off, then!"
"Let's!"
"How did you do that?" Mikey inquires as they get up, "How'd you bounce back so fast?"
"Err, I didn't want anyone to be concerned. Hey, thanks for the help, Mikey."
"Any time."

Later that night, Pat was seated on the couch, currently doing a word find. It helped to keep him stimulated. He still felt ashamed of what happened at the restaurant. He looked up from his activity to see the bassist shirtless, staring out into the great beyond from the balcony. The other lit a cigarette, grumbling when the lighter had trouble igniting.

"Son of a bitch." He swore, "Motherfucker's not lighting! Goddamn it!" Pat calmly yet shakily came up behind him. "Hey. First of all, language. Second of all, you're probably out of fluid. Third of all, just admire the outside instead of fucking it all up with smoke,"

"But you just said ---"
"Ah, shut it. Be glad I don't take that cigarette from you," He threatened before sighing and changing his tone, "About the restuarant...I'm so sorry. That must've been so embarrassing for you! It'll never happen again, I swear!"
"It's fine, Patrick. I don't mind." Mikey moved closer to him, giving him a hug.

The latter's mind went wild! His head was spinning, but in a good way. It were as if not one person except the two of them were on the planet. He found the courage to return the hug and found the bassist staring into his brown eyes with his own. "Uhh.." He began, averting his gaze as the other moved in. His eyes were half closed as  he prepared to speak. "I do as I please, sweetheart. And you're welcome. Don't sweat it."

What an ass! Leading me on like that! Ugh! Talk about hard to get! He blushed as Mikey walked away. "By the way, something's up with you, Wilson! Don't think I won't find out." He called, winking.

"He's such a tease, goddamn it!" He stomped his foot, walking into the room after him. "And I hope to god he doesn't know about the crush! Otherwise...he'll never want to be in this band again!" Karl popped up behind him. "I'd be delighted to help you, Patrick." He said in his monotone voice.

"Oh, err thanks. How are you going to do that?"
"Leave it to me. I'll worry about it. You get some rest." Karl winked. "He won't know a thing!"