Chris Fehn x Sid Wilson [Oneshots]

The Hotel Bed❤️‍🔥

Heads up: A bit of hypnophilia

Third Person POV

   The band had finally arrived at the hotel they were staying at. It had been a long ride, and everyone was pretty tired, sore, or both. The DJ was a fidgety guy, so he was even more tired, having to sit still for hours and hours.

   But finally, they reached their destination.

   Sid stretched his arms and legs out as he exited the van, careful as to not drop the duffle bag that held all his stuff— masks, clothes, toiletries, and other shit like that— as he stumbled towards the entrance of the somewhat large building in front of them.

   They had checked in a little late, as the day was already going into evening, but everyone managed to get a room to stay in. However, they were only able to get the last four rooms, meaning three people would have to share one room, compared to the usual maximum of two people per room.

   Curious on who he would be rooming with for the next few nights, as well as who would have to sleep with two other people, Sid approached Corey, who was handing out all the keycards for the rooms.

   "Hey," he greeted the singer, earning a small nod of the head from the other man. "Who's gonna be in that room?" He curiously asked, putting a bit of emphasis on the word 'that', referring the room that would have to temporarily house three of the band members.

   "Oh, about that," Corey began, holding out a keycard for him to take, "the rest of us figured you, Chris, and Craig could."

   Sid was a bit surprised, thinking it over a bit.

   He was pretty cool with Chris, although he kind of found him a bit too flirty and kinky for his tastes at times. Everybody knew Craig was silent, only speaking when absolutely necessary, so that wouldn't be that bad to deal with, as it meant no unnecessary chatter. However, with the silence came an unnerving and slightly creepy air.

   "... sure, why not," Sid eventually replied, casually shrugging his shoulders a bit, accepting the keycard. "It can't be that bad."

———

   It wasn't too long before the band slowly made their way into their own rooms, saying their good nights and good byes and heading off to go sleep and whatnot.

   Sid soon found his room, using the card to unlock the door, and entering the place he'd be staying in for the next few nights.

   It was a decently sized room. Maybe a bit small for three people, but definitely enough space. The thing that caught his eye in particular was the bed, looking only big enough for two people...

   Oh well.

   They'll figure it out later.

   As of right now, he was much more focused on settling down, tossing his bag onto a nearby chair, opening it and taking some clothes out, rather messily putting them into a drawer, as well as some other basic items into their respective places, making sure to save enough room for the other two guys.

   A short while later, both Chris and Craig entered the room.

   The keyboardist barely made a sound as he entered, as per usual. His only acknowledgement of Sid's presence was a mere glance his way before setting his bag down in the corner of the room, beginning to quietly unpack his own stuff.

   The percussionist, however, made his presence known instantly, grinning in greeting as he dumped his own bags by the bed with a slight thud.