Chris Fehn x Sid Wilson [Oneshots]

'I Love You'🖤

Heads up: Mick x Sid, implied/previous Chris x Sid, implied sex

Third Person POV

It had been four weeks, two days, and twelve hours since he and Sid broke up. Chris had been keeping track of every passing minute.

He couldn't lie to himself— he still missed the other man.

He found himself stalking him on social media, trying to find where the DJ was, so maybe he could go up to him and apologise. But he also felt too guilty to even show his face, other than during band practices. Even then, they'd never lock eyes, no matter how often Chris looked in his direction.

And now, here he was, lying on his bed at two in the morning, staring at his phone's bright screen, illuminating in the darkness of his too-quiet room. It's a post on Instagram, of Sid and Mick, their hands intertwined as the smaller of the two was grinning, looking more happier than ever.

Chris felt a pang in his chest, a pang of jealousy and regret. He looked at the photo, and he hated how happy Sid seemed next to the guitarist. He hated the fact that he wasn't the one who got to hold Sid like that, that he wasn't the one who was with him.

He tossed his phone on his night stand, and just stared at the ceiling. He was lonely. He missed the feeling of having Sid cuddled next to him, warm under the blankets and in his arms. He missed the feeling of Sid's small hand in his.

—//FLASHBACK//—

It was early morning, the rising sun gently casting a glow into the bedroom.

Chris felt a snuggling sensation next to him, a pair of legs tangling with his, and a warn hand on his chest.

His eyes slowly opened, blinking once or twice, getting used to the brightness in his room, before looking down at the still-sleeping Sid in his arms, the smaller man's chest steadily rising and falling with each breath he took.

Chris smiled as he looked down at the sleeping younger man. Sid looked so peaceful and so beautiful while asleep, but Chris couldn't help to compare in to last night.

The previous night's activities are not something either of them would forget for a long time. Chris's smiled as he saw multiple marks scattered on the other man's body, the results of his possessive nature.

He gently brushed a strand of hair out of Sid's face, gently tracing his finger along the man's jawline.

The touch caused the smaller to slowly wake up, his eyes lightly fluttering open.

After yawning a little, moving a hand to cover his mouth as he did, he looked up into Chris' eyes. A small smile formed on his lips as he nuzzled against the other's chest.

His body was slightly sore but he was definitely happy to be waking up next to his partner.

"Good mornin'..." He mumbled into the other's shirt, voice muffled by the fabric.

Chris smiled at his partner's sleepy, groggy state as he spoke. He chuckled, wrapping his arms around Sid, pulling him closer to him.

"Good morning," he muttered, his hand rubbing the small of Sid's back affectionately. His other hand gently pushed Sid's head against his chest, so he could rest comfortably.

"How're you feeling...?" He asked. He knew very well that the other's body wouldn't be at its very best after the previous night.

"Sore," the DJ replied, his voice still rather soft from just waking up, "but good."

He then went quiet, just silently enjoying the intimate moment between them, savouring the warmth he received from his boyfriend's body.

"Just as I thought," he mumbled, a smirk playing on his lips, "Can't even speak properly."