Gloom & sunshine

Chapter 22: Satisfaction

They did it.

Holy shit , they did it.

Exhausted, sweaty, thirsty, hungry, Geoff and Awsten collapsed on the couch, panting lightly.

"Fuck," Awsten breathed.

Geoff grinned at him, reaching over and taking his hand. "Right? I mean, that was amazing."

"Fuuuuu-huuuuck," Awsten groaned, turning towards the guitarist. "I mean... we're fucking incredible. Forget amazing, we were god-like." He scooted closer, pressing his eyes into Geoff's bare shoulder. "You're sweaty." Awsten muttered.

"If that ain't the pot calling the kettle black," Geoff said into Awesten's soaked purple hair. "If your hair is bleeding and I have purple on my face I'm gonna be pissed."

"Shut up," Awsten muttered, swiftly pressing his lips to Geoff's collar bones. "Fuck," He sighed again, reveling in how well he fit against Geoff's shoulder, his neck, his chest, his body. "I'm so fucking tired. You wore me out."

"Same, I could sleep for infinity." Geoff sighed, petting Awsten's sweat-slick back. "Although, this is nice too."

Letting out a breathy chuckle, Awsten pressed a light kiss to Geoff's neck.

"Mm," Geoff hummed, letting his eyes close, taking in the feeling of Awsten's warmth on him. "We're gonna need to shower before we get back on the bus."

"In due time," Awsten mumbled against Geoff's skin.

"Awsten," Geoff huffed, his arms and legs already trembling from the exertion. If Awsten kept this up, he would be absolutely talentless at walking.

"Five more minutes," He was still placing feather-light kisses on the other's neck.

"You keep doing that and I won't be able to walk." But he had frozen still as stone, absolutely letting Awsten do whatever the hell he wanted.

"You'll have to think about your grandma to calm down." Awsten grinned, earning a light swat on his shoulder.

"Oh my god."

They both startled, looking up to see Otto in the doorway, looking unsurprised but slightly disgusted.

"I swear to god, if you're gonna fuck, please don't do it in the green room, we eat in here." Otto made his way in, equally as sweaty, his preferred tiny shorts slick to his skin with sweat. He flipped his head and clumsily pulled his brown curls into a little bun to get the wet hair off his neck. "I'm serious, if you two sit up and either of you have boners, I will vomit on you."

"Boners? Are you 12?" Awsten laughed, reluctantly sitting up off of Geoff. He rested his tired head on the back of the couch, his black jeans drenched, stuck uncomfortably to him. Geoff reached over to where he had tossed his wet shirt, and used it to try to wipe some of his, (and Awsten's) sweat off his chest.

"Fuck, we reek ," Geoff grimmaced, sniffing himself and making a faux-gagging sound.

"The price of a sold out show," Otto grinned, twisting his torso to stretch, trying to relax his sore muscles. No matter how many shows they would do, drumming was always going to make him sore.

The Entertainment Tour was nearing its end. They had done everything; overseas, locals, pop-ups, even the last rounds of the final Warped Tour.

They did it.

They fucking did it.

The fans had shown nothing but loyalty to them, to the new sound, to Awsten, to the purple hair.

Fuck, they did it!

Awsten grinned to himself, running his hands through his wet hair, making it stick up in every direction.