Bandom One-shots book 3

Love In The Little Things (Mick Mars x Tommy Lee)

The backstage area was a whirlwind of chaos and excitement as we prepared for another electrifying show. I could hear the faint roar of the crowd just beyond the curtain, and my adrenaline was pumping. But as I glanced over at Mick, my heart sank a little.

He was sitting on a nearby amp, his guitar resting in his lap, but there was something off about him. The way he was rubbing his back, a wince crossing his face every few seconds, made me instantly concerned.

"Mick, you good?" I asked, striding over to him. The worry was evident in my voice, and I couldn't help but feel protective.

"Yeah, just... back's acting up again," he replied, trying to wave it off with a casual shrug, but I could see through it.

I hated seeing him in pain, especially before a show when he should be excited and ready to rock. "You sure? I can get you some ice or something," I suggested, my brow furrowing.

He chuckled softly, but it was laced with discomfort. "It's fine, Tommy. Just a little stiff. I'll manage."

"No way," I said, shaking my head. "You're not just going to 'manage' tonight. You need to feel good up there."

Mick glanced up at me, a small smile breaking through his pain. "You're sweet, but I'll be fine."

I wasn't buying it. I wanted to do something—anything—to help him feel better. "How about a little massage? I've got some magic fingers," I said, winking playfully.

Mick raised an eyebrow, but the corner of his mouth twitched upwards. "Magic fingers, huh? I didn't know you had a side gig."

"Just trying to help my boyfriend," I replied, grinning. "C'mon, let's find a quiet spot."

He hesitated for a moment, but I could see the weariness in his eyes. "Okay, okay. Lead the way."

We slipped away from the bustling backstage and found a quieter corner near the side of the stage. It was dimly lit, just enough for us to have a moment to ourselves before the madness began.

"Sit down," I instructed, motioning to a nearby chair. Mick settled into it, and I knelt behind him, my hands hovering over his shoulders. "Just relax."

I started gently kneading his shoulders, feeling the tension beneath my fingertips. Mick let out a soft sigh, and I felt a rush of warmth at the sound. "How's that?"

"Perfect," he murmured, his voice low and relaxed.

I continued working on his back, applying just the right amount of pressure, and I could feel him start to unwind. It was incredible how something so simple could bring us closer. I loved this man more than words could say, and seeing him in discomfort made me want to do everything I could to take it away.

"Tommy," he said after a moment, his voice a little more serious. "You really don't have to do this. I don't want you to worry about me."

"I can't help it," I replied, my hands moving rhythmically. "You're my everything, Mick. I just want you to feel good."

He leaned back slightly, his head resting against my shoulder, and it made my heart swell. "You make me feel good, you know that?"

I smiled, feeling a rush of affection. "I'm glad. But I'll always do whatever it takes to take care of you."

After a few minutes, I could feel the tension in his muscles start to ease, and I felt a sense of satisfaction wash over me. "How's that? Any better?"

"Much better, actually," he admitted, a genuine smile spreading across his face. "You might have a future as a chiropractor."

I laughed softly, feeling a surge of pride. "If that means I get to help you every day, sign me up."

As I finished the massage, I leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. "You ready to rock this show?"

He turned to look at me, his eyes shining with gratitude. "With you by my side, always."

Just then, I heard the call for us to get on stage. "Alright, time to show them what we've got!" I said, helping him up.

As we walked toward the stage, I felt a rush of excitement mixed with love. Mick was my partner in every sense of the word, and I'd do anything to make him smile.

We stepped out into the spotlight, the crowd erupting with cheers, and I glanced at Mick. He looked so alive, a spark igniting in his eyes as he took in the energy around us.

I could feel my heart racing, and I knew, in that moment, that this was what it was all about—sharing our passions, our lives, and every little moment in between. Together.