Chris Fehn x Sid Wilson [Oneshots]

Chris' Mask❤️‍🔥

Third Person POV

   There was just something about it that intrigued Sid. He wasn't entirely sure what it was, but something about it drew the DJ to it.

   Chris' mask.

   It was odd. Sid had seen, and even worn, much weirder masks, but, even then, he couldn't help but stare at it. Was it the colour? The material? Its shape? Design? He wasn't sure.

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   It was around late evening, when the band began to settle down in the hotel they had booked for the night. Like they usually were, Sid and Chris were paired together. Sid entered the room first, tossing his bag onto the nearby chair, before, almost instantly, flopping onto the bed with a loud exhale. He was quite exhausted, which was to be expected, seeing as he had been jumping around and climbing and stage diving during their show. His eyes were closed, fully letting the soft mattress practically swallow him whole. He heard the door being shut, then footsteps. He only opened his eyes as he heard Chris setting his belongings down onto the bed next to his. Both of them still had their masks on, and Sid couldn't help but stare at his bandmate, specifically at his mask, his gaze trailing along the stitching, the eyeholes, the zipper mouth... and then the nose.

   Chris had no clue that Sid was looking at him for a good minute, the drummer too busy getting some of his things out of his bag to notice. And as he was putting some of his stuff away he turned to look towards the other bed, only now noticing that his bandmate was staring directly at him. Chris just stared back, and his head tilted slightly when he noticed that Sid's gaze was specifically directed at his mask, more specifically, the nose.

   "... You're staring again, Sid," Chris said, a small hint of a tease in his tone. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall next to him. He couldn't help but let out a small, quiet scoff, wondering just what was going on in Sid's mind at the moment, what was going through his head to make him stare at his mask so intently. Sid blinked, as if he hadn't even noticed he had been staring at the other man, before his eyes shifted to the side, now looking at one of the many blank walls of their room.

   "... right," he mumbled, "... sorry about that." His hands moved to fidget with the hem of his sleeves, unconsciously toying with the fabric as he tried to redirect his eyes and mind. As of late, he had found himself staring at Chris, at Chris' mask. The Pinocchio-like nose was usually the thing he would catch himself observing, whether it be when they were preforming, and Chris was, like he typically would be, wrapping his hand around it and rubbing it, quite suggestively so, or when it bounced slightly whenever Chris turned his head.

   "You always stare at my mask," Chris said simply, his tone completely nonchalant. But there was a slight hint of curiosity in his voice. He found it a little odd, really, that Sid would stare at his mask so often, especially the nose of all things. There was a slight pause as Chris pushed himself away from the wall, walking over to their bed and sitting down on the edge of his side of the bed. He leaned forward, resting his forearms on his thighs, his hands hanging in the space between his legs. He looked over to Sid, waiting until the other man was looking at him to say anything.

   "... Is there something about my mask that you like?" Chris asked, tilting his head ever so slightly as he looked at Sid. He would be lying if he said he didn't find the whole thing at least a little bit entertaining, and a small smirk came to his lips as he saw a hint of a blush appearing on Sid's cheeks, even through the face paint. It didn't matter how many times he saw the other man staring at his mask, Sid always seemed to get a bit embarrassed whenever he caught him doing so. And Chris thought it was somewhat adorable.

   As they sat in silence for a few moments, with Sid looking like he was actively avoiding Chris' gaze, wanting to look anywhere but directly at his bandmate, Chris felt his smirk grow a bit. He knew Sid was embarrassed about his staring habit, for whatever reason, so Chris decided to have a bit of fun with it.