Chris Fehn x Sid Wilson [Oneshots]

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Third Person POV

   It had been a good fifteen or so minutes, and Chris and Sid were still waiting for the rest of band to get ready.

   They had gotten dressed in their masks and coveralls way faster than they, or the rest of the guys, had been expecting, and their equipment had already been loaded into the van.

   Now, the two of them were just waiting. Unsure of what else to do in the meantime, they kind of just stared at each other, occasionally making a bit of small talk here and there, but mostly silence filling the air.

   Chris' eyes kept wandering to Sid's body.

   The other man was seated across from him, staring off to the side, obviously very much bored and growing restless, his fingers starting to fidget a bit, and seemingly getting lost in his own thoughts.

   For a second he caught himself eyeing the shorter man's hips, before turning his gaze away to some other part of the van.

   The silence between them continued.

   Chris could feel himself getting more and more bored with every minute that passed. And the way Sid was sitting right now made him just look incredibly enticing and inviting, causing a few particular thoughts to pop into his head.

   "Hey..." Chris' voice came out much quieter and lower than he'd intended it to, almost like a barely audible whisper with a hint of desire.

   The smaller man turned his head to glance at him, one of his eyebrows raised in curiosity.

   "Come closer," Chris murmured in a low, almost commanding tone, using a hand to gesture for Sid to come to him.

   Confused, Sid wordlessly complied, getting up from his seat and walking over to where the percussionist sat, sitting down in the seat next to him.

   "What's up?" He asked, his interest and curiosity obviously piqued.

   Chris' hand immediately found its place on one of Sid's hips as the smaller man sat down, pulling him onto his lap.

   "Just wanted you closer," he murmured, as his fingers began slowly caressing the other man's sides, all while he tried to ignore just how much his mind was begging him to do something more.

   The DJ was obvious surprised, but made no attempt to try to pull away. He only smirked a little, finally realising what the other was implying.

   He leaned a little closer towards Chris.

   "Are you sure that's all you want?" He asked, feigning curiosity, his voice teasing.

   "Well... not really..."

   The percussionist's hands were now firmly grabbing onto Sid's hips, holding him in his lap.

   He could feel the other man leaning closer and it took all of his willpower not to just grab him and start making out with him against the walls of the van right now.

   "There's a lot more I want to do to you right now," he continued, his voice now a low, almost growl-like sound. "But it's gonna have to wait till later."

   Sid pouted.

   "Why not now?" He questioned, an 'innocent' undertone in his voice, knowing fully well what he was doing.

   "I mean, the other guys are probably still back at the hotel... I highly doubt they'll be back anytime soon..." he added, one of his hands slowly trailing up his bandmate's stomach, up to his chest.