Chris Fehn x Sid Wilson [Oneshots]

Discipline❤️‍🔥

Third Person POV

Chris was doing the best he could, carefully approached the busy DJ, a sneaky intention in mind.

Only a few minutes ago, he had been dared to steal Sid's wallet for a game of truth or dare with some of the other guys.

He figured this was a pretty good time, seeing as the smaller man was currently working on adding some turntablism into the songs on their new album.

Sid was clearly hard at work, headphones over his ear as his hands move quickly, timing a few rhythmic scratches, just seeing how he could add his own little spin to the song.

His back was turned to the other man, having no idea that his bandmate was behind him.

However, his hips and body were swaying side to side, following the beat of the song, and unknowingly making a bit harder for Chris to snag the item from the back pocket of his pants.

Chris watched the slight movements of Sid's body against the rhythm with a frown, wondering how on earth it would be possible to slip his fingers subtly into the back pocket of the other man's tight pants when it was bouncing so much.

Eventually, however, an idea struck him, and he quietly stalked closer to the DJ, getting just a few steps behind him.

"Ay Sid, I'm gonna need you to keep your ass still for a second."

The DJ's body flinched as he heard his bandmate's voice. He quickly took off his headphones, placing them onto the table next to him.

"Chris?" He questioned, looking over his shoulder at the other, obviously surprised, with his head tilted to the side in confusion. But a teasing and slightly amused smirk formed onto his face soon after. "...why?"

"I just need you to keep this spot right here still for a second, okay?" He muttered, placing his hand right on Sid's ass, keeping it there to keep him in place against his will, "You're moving too much, it's making it hard to grab a damn thing—"

One of the smaller man's brows raised. He wasn't expecting the other to get this handsy.

"Oh? And what if I..." He teased, slowly resuming the side to side motion his hips were moving at.

And while he wasn't exactly sure what Chris was trying to do, he figured he might as well try to have some fun while he was at it. It was always funny to see his reactions.

He grumbled lowly in annoyance as the man just continued to sway despite his efforts to still him.

In response, his hand on Sid's backside slid down, grabbing an entire palm's worth of the smaller man's ass, squeezing roughly and making sure he felt it.

"Be a good boy for a second and stop moving," he hissed, continuing to squeeze the plump handful of flesh in his hand, "or I'll be forced to get rough with you."

Sid let out mix of a tiny moan and soft whimper, purposefully trying to get a reaction from his taller bandmate, while also continuing to slowly roll his hips left and right.

He was fully aware of the fact that he was being disobedient and annoying, and wasn't planning on stopping anytime soon.

Chris narrowed his eyes at the quiet noises that the other man let out, now gripping his ass even harder to get him to listen to him.

"Keep up that misbehaving and I swear to god, I'll grab a belt and use it on you, you naughty thing. Just stand still for a few damn seconds and let me get what I need, then I'll let you go."