Over the years (Domson)

2023

~10 months later~

Dom's POV (as always)
I'm so fookin buzzin!!! Today I played at the Rock am Ring in Germany and it was amazing! Later ima join Oli at the Rock Im Park to perform our song 'Obey!' with him, since we haven't done that in ages. Actually I was on my way to the stage. I knew Kells was in the crowd, I saw the live-stream of a fan. They performed their song 'maybe' at Mgk's stage at Rock am Ring. As far as I knew Kells had no idea I was gonna perform with Oli tonight. I heard Oli announce our song. "Now then Germany... are you ready for some real metal?!", he yelled and the crowd screamed and cheered in response. "Then welcome with me one of me best mates!", he shouted and that was my cue to step out. My huge Willy-Wonka-glasses on with my backpack on my back I ran out and yelled into the mic. The first thing catching my eyes was the overwhelming crowd screaming and then a tall lanky guy standing right in front of the stage, hair sprayed upwards into spikes, his eyes wide in shock of my obviously unexpected presence. Me and Oli sang and screamed like our lives depended on it and then finished the song. I grinned at the crowd as Oli pulled me back into a hug. I then left the stage. I won't speak to him yet. I know he's changed. But maybe another day, right now I was too exhausted. It was a really fookin long day and I'm not in for confrontation right now. I walked off stage and said goodbye to the boys before marching off to get to a taxi to get me to my tourbus. As I got in I noticed someone standing in front of the venue. It was Kells. Of course it was him. He stood there as if he was hesitating and unsure. I flashed him a large grin before getting into the car and closing the door, telling the driver where we're headed. I saw how Kells just stared after the car I sat in, like, his face was just the biggest question mark.

A few days later I decided I'd visit him on one of his concerts in Cleveland. I got into the VIP area where I sat down and watched the show. He was so beautiful. I hope he changed enough for me to be able to forgive him and experience him in a new way, a way that'll give me good memories with him again. For this occasion I chose to wear my freak show shorts and an oversized cropped grey hoodie, which had the lowlife horns imprinted on the soft material in white. My hair was a bit more grown out, by now the black and white strands falling around my face, exceptionally not sprayed up into a wild mess, but brushed into a soft falling mop of wild black hair. The show neared it's end I got more and more nervous by the second. The last note was played and then I made my way to the backstage area. Arrived there I saw that Rook had already got comfortable on a couch while Travis stood there chilling with his drumsticks while checking his phone. His eyes widened and his lips parted in surprise as soon as he looked up from the device. I smiled. "Ello! D'ya know where the Machine gun is?", I asked energetically, smiling softly. "U-uh, yeah, he's- he's in the back... he's takin a shower right now though", he said still in shock. "That's alright I can wait. Can I maybe wait in his changing room?", I asked. He nodded and led me there. I sat down in one of the uncomfy chairs while waiting for Colson. The door opened and I felt my heart stopping, my anxiety levels shooting through the roof...

Colson's POV
I was just done with my shower. It felt so good washing off the exhaustion and the sweat. Of course I loved my shows but it can get exhausting at times. I opened the door to my changing room when I saw someone sitting in one of the chairs opposite to the door. I stopped dead in my tracks. "Hey, Kells..." his voice so soft and familiar. The eyes shiny and the bright green as they were at all times even during that dark period of the last few years of me unintentionally abusing him. His hair dyed black with a white streak on the right side. Gorgeous as he always was.
"Dom...", I choked out.
He elegantly got up and walked towards me. Smiling. I hesitantly took a step forward and closed the door, not closing my eyes once in case he could just vanish if I did. I surely didn't miss him so much I started hallucinating,
did I? He was now directly in front of me, so close I could just reach out and hug him. But I was too shocked. So I just stood there and waited for something to happen. Him moving or yelling at me, or really just vanishing because I went mad out of desperation for him. I was surprised to feel him wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close into a tight embrace. A few seconds I was completely perplexed, but then I finally wrapped my arms around him and slowly, hesitantly buried my face in the crook of his neck. And as soon as his sweet scent hit me I knew it really was him holding me tight. I closed my eyes and took deep lung fulls of his sweet scent, imprinting the way he smelled into my brain. My breathing got quicker and I soon felt some tears rolling down my cheeks. I started crying. I missed him. So fuckin much. He silently soothed me, rubbing my back in a loving way holding my neck to ground me and soon I stopped crying. And then we just stood there holding each other. I knew Dom was crying the whole time. But he did it so perfectly silent that I couldn't hear it even a bit. We parted and he sniffed before smiling at me. He wiped his tears off his cheeks and spoke. "So, I think it's time for us to speak, innit, Kells?", he asked with that soft voice and heavy accent that I loved so much. I nodded and we both took a seat opposite to each other. We just sat there in silence for a few seconds. "Well, this is awkward...", I chuckled nervously. "Yeah... wait, lemme jus'...", he said and stood up and walked over to me, letting himself flop down on my lap, his knees positioned on my sides, his arms sneaking around my neck. I lifted my hands to his waist letting them rest there so careful as if he could break the second I touch him. "So how've you been?", he asked so casually. As if he's not sitting on my lap right now. As if he's not distractingly close right now. As if I haven't almost... made him kill himself not even a year ago. As if nothing ever happened. I frowned. "The more important question would be, how've you been? Are you good now? I'm so sorry again! I don't know what was up with me! I don't even know how a apology from me would make it any better...", I said, guilt flooding through me again. "Kells...", he chuckled. "Yes, I'm okay now. And I'm here to give you another chance after all. I know you were messed up and searched for some kind of outlet for your emotions. And I know you've loved me, but were too scared for commitment and accepting that side of your sexuality, so you fled into the relationship with Megan, but you still wanted to have some kind of intimacy in our relationship so you started fookin me for proximity and at the same time you had an outlet for your frustration and anger whenever you and Megan had a fight or whenever you had to face your sexual identity. I don't say that that was good, it's the opposite obviously, but I can understand that. I know you never had the intention of messing with my head that bad. And I was too much of a sucker for your proximity and attention so I kept my mouth shut. We both played our parts in this. And although it hurt, I'll forgive ya. IF! If you can tell me how much you've progressed in the last months. I see your first priority was to check up on my mental health, which is a good first impression. Tell me about your time since we've last seen each other", he said smiling. I looked at him amazed. "First off: how's a 25 year old boy so quick with reading my behavior? You're amazing, Domino", I said and he blushed which made me smile. "Well, I've been going to therapy and broke up with Megan. Now that I look back at our situation back then, I can't actually believe how toxic I was. And I felt so guilty about it all and all this time I just wanted to text you and check up on you, but I didn't want to break my promise to wait for you. And now that you're here... let me tell you something. I'm so sorry for everything. That I made most of our shared memories memories of trauma for you was terrible. I swear to everything that is holy, if you give me a second chance to get everything right, I will treat you as the king of the world, the fuckin oxygen I breathe or the, I don't even know, the sun and the moon in one. I appreciated you way too little. If you don't give me a chance as to be in a relationship with me I can completely understand that and I hope you will stay friends with me. Just know that I made many mistakes in the past and that, independent of them, I've always loved you. I know I said a lot of cheesy shit right now and you probably need time to think, but if you do decide to give me another chance then please let me take you out on a date. Preferably today", I said hastily. He grinned brightly at me. "I fookin luv you", he exclaimed energetically. "And, yes, a date sounds lovely, darlin'", he said smoothly, the nickname causing heat to pool in my guts and my cheeks to redden. "Can I take you out now?", I asked eagerly. He chuckled and nodded, his face inches away from mine. He kissed me softly before standing up from my lap. I looked at him confused. "Wha', you wanna go out now, or wha'?", he asked laughing. I quickly jumped up from the chair and changed. When I was done I realized that he had changed something about his outfit. His cropped hoodie was still on, but his shorts were replaced by a half skirt-half shorts underneath he had fishnets and his lips were colored in a dark black lipstick. He switched his creepers to high punk heels, accentuated with rivets on the sole of the shoes. Beautiful. I complimented his appearance and he thanked me before I took his hand and intertwined his fingers with mine. He smiled at me with those gorgeous lips, his eyes shining with love and affection. Something I've loved about him already back in 2019. His smile and the love that twinkled in his eyes whenever he saw me. We both put on sunglasses to be less likely to be recognized. We walked out of the changing room and there stood Travis, Rook and Pete and some more of the EST crew, staring at us in shock. "I'm goin out, Kay?", I said loud enough so my crew could hear and led Dom out of the venue. This was a new feeling. Sometimes my body would tense when I touched him, scared I crossed a line and I felt the way Dom tensed from time to time, but he still gave me a reassuring look when I felt unsure how to walk next to him or hovered my hand over his waist in hesitation. We soon reached the car and I opened the door for him so he could get in. "Thanks luv", he said and got in. Dear lord, how am I supposed to survive this evening? He's absolutely perfect. And I know we're supposed to take it slow but I haven't been close to him in so long and honestly I missed him, naturally mostly his personality and proximity, but of course also his body. And since I haven't got laid ever since our fight I naturally am pretty horny right now. But I'm not gonna mess up. I'm going to wait for him. Until he's ready. I was careful and hesitant the whole evening about what I'd say, about my behavior and just everything. We sat at our table in a restaurant and we again had drifted into an uncomfortable silence. Suddenly I felt a hand over my stiff sweaty hand. I looked up in surprise and saw that Dom was smiling at me gently. "You don't have to hold back, Kells. Jus' be yourself", he said. "I'm scared. What if I'll do something wrong? Or upset you? What if-", I started but he broke my rant before it could begin. "Kells! Kells. You don't have to worry. If you really have changed then you don't have to worry. Wha' I want is your authentic self. Don't censor yourself around me, luv...", he said, his voice comforting me, soothing my anxiety. I slowly loosened up and we got into a natural flow of conversation and as soon as I first made him laugh I suddenly felt a wave of happiness rolling over me. I had him back. He was at my side and he was happy.