ONESHOTS, kurt cobain & dave grohl

❁ truth or dare ❁

truth or dare, by me!

4616 words

published 11/13/22

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It had become a ritual for Dave and Kurt to get wasted and do moronic shit in their hotel room after a hard show, both drenched in sweat and bones aching, fighting the urge to fall asleep as soon as they reached their beds. This night, the two men had ventured to a liquor store downtown and picked up some beer.

"Jesus fuck, it's hot in here," Dave stated, combing his long fingers through the roots of his oily hair, pushing it out of his face. It was the height of summer, nearly ninety-five degrees outside, and not much cooler inside. Kurt looked over at him, his eyes following his fingers as they moved through his scalp, "Yeah, it is. Maybe we could go for a swim, have a pool party with some six-year-olds." Dave let out a dry chuckle and Kurt followed, smiling at each other as they waited for the elevator to reach the ground floor. A family and two housekeepers poured out of the small elevator which reeked of chlorine and citrus perfume. Dave gave a small, ingenuine smile to the people though not receiving any sort of reaction back. "These goddamn Ohioans," he began, exaggerating his way of speech. "They're all stone-cold motherfuckers." Kurt let out a nasally laugh, "What makes you say that?" Dave huffed defensively, "Did you not just see the complete disrespect I was given? They just glared at me like I did someth-" He was interrupted by a young girl coming in from the second floor.

The two men resisted the urge to burst out laughing, instead looking at each other with tight-lipped smiles, quivering due to the strength it took to hold the laughter back. The girl gave them an odd look, confused about what they were laughing about. Even they didn't know.

She got off on the third and they got off on the fourth, finally laughing when she left. The walls were a haunting orange color, the floor matching with tan carpet unappealing enough to make you ill. "Have you ever run through a hotel hallway?" Kurt asked Dave, the hum-buzz of the yellow lights silenced by his gravelly voice. "I don't think so..." he answered, his voice confused and quiet. "I'm going to sound like a nine-year-old, but it's the best thing ever," Kurt raved, seeming oddly passionate about the subject. "You feel weightless. I'm not kidding." Without warning, Kurt began sprinting down the hallway to their room, his hair blowing back behind his face, looking like a blurred blob from where Dave idly stood.

His fast feet came to a halt at the end of the hallway where their shared room was. "Do it!" Kurt called loudly, earning a hush from Dave. "We're in public, Kurt," Dave exclaimed, frustrated by the child-like antics of his friend. Although irritated, he ran just as Kurt did and laughed. To his surprise, it felt as good as Kurt lived it up to be. "Holy fuck, that was kind of cool." Kurt flashed a devious smile, "Told ya' so." Dave couldn't help but laugh standing before his painfully immature bandmate, who was currently looking up at him with the dirtiest smirk on his face. Dave didn't know quite why, but he felt butterflies in his lower stomach at the sight.

There was an undeniable tension between the two men, and it was evident by both parties from the moment they met onwards. Kurt wasn't so adamant about choosing Dave as a drummer just because of his talent. When he was playing, Kurt couldn't help but stare at him. His long hair sloppily parted in a zigzag flew around his face as he beat the drums, his strong arms clearly capable of more than they looked like they could do. His lean figure could be seen through his clothes, and it was even more noticeable when he was shirtless, which he was a lot. When he'd take his shirt off halfway through a set Kurt had to look. It was irresistible. Dave was irresistible.

The immediate crush wasn't one-sided, of course. Dave admired numerous things about Kurt, like how he bit his lip when he played guitar or how he tucked his hair behind his ears when he was embarrassed or nervous. He liked how he hid his body away because it made the reveal more exciting. Kurt would never be seen without at least two tops on, usually more, and that was because it made him look bigger than he really was. But his small figure was just another reason Dave liked him so much. He also loved to try and boost Kurt's ego. When he'd talk down upon himself, which happened quite frequently, Dave would be quick to rebuttal and shut his idiotic claims down. But whenever he would complement Kurt, he'd be quick to respond with a 'that's not true,' or a caring 'shut up.' Dave didn't mind. As long as Kurt knew how he felt, he didn't care if he believed him. Him simply knowing was enough.