Bandom One-shots book 3

In The Spotlight (Bonbora)

The crowd roared as we finished our final song, the lights flashing wildly across the arena. I stood at the front of the stage, feeling the energy of thousands of fans pulsating through me. It was electric, as it always was, but tonight, my mind kept drifting to Richie.

As the applause washed over us, I glanced over to where he stood, his guitar slung low, a satisfied grin on his face. There was something about the way he moved, the way he played, that always captivated me. We shared more than just music; we shared a bond that ran deeper than most could understand.

After we finished the encore, we made our way backstage, still riding the high of the performance. I watched as Richie interacted with the crew, his laughter contagious, and I couldn't help but smile. He had a way of making everyone feel at ease, like we were all part of something special.

"Jon!" he called, spotting me across the room. "Come here!"

I walked over, my heart racing at the warmth in his voice. "What's up?"

"Did you see the way they reacted to 'Wanted'? It was insane!" he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

"Yeah, they were incredible," I replied, feeling that familiar thrill when he looked at me like that. "You were on fire tonight."

"Only because you were right there with me," he said, his tone shifting slightly. There was an intensity in his gaze that made my heart skip.

As the post-show festivities began, the buzz of celebration filled the air. But I felt a different kind of energy pulsing between Richie and me—something unspoken, simmering beneath the surface.

"Let's get out of here for a minute," I suggested, wanting a moment alone with him. He nodded, and we slipped outside, the cool night air refreshing against our flushed skin.

We found a quiet spot away from the noise, the stars twinkling overhead. The moonlight illuminated Richie's features, highlighting the way his hair fell into his eyes, and I felt that familiar rush of affection.

"Tonight was something else," I said, leaning against the wall. "I always look forward to these shows, but there's something about tonight... it felt different."

He stepped closer, his gaze locking onto mine. "You mean it?"

"Yeah," I replied, feeling the tension build. "I think we both know there's something more between us, something that goes beyond the music."

Richie's expression softened, and for a moment, the world around us faded away. "I've felt it too," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "It's hard to ignore."

I took a breath, my heart racing. "So, what do we do about it?"

He hesitated for a heartbeat, then reached out, his fingers brushing against mine. "Maybe we just embrace it. Let it be what it is."

My pulse quickened as he stepped closer, the air thick with anticipation. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah," he said, his eyes filled with warmth and sincerity. "I want this, Jon. I want you."

With that, I closed the distance between us, pulling him into a kiss that felt both electrifying and comforting. It was like coming home, the world around us disappearing as we melted into each other.

When we finally pulled apart, our foreheads resting against each other, I couldn't help but smile. "I've wanted this for so long."

"Me too," Richie said, his breath warm against my skin. "It's about time we stopped dancing around it."

We stood there, lost in the moment, the noise of the world fading away. I realized that this was what I had been searching for—a connection that felt real and true, grounded in years of friendship and shared dreams.

As we lingered under the stars, I knew that this was just the beginning. Whatever the future held for us, I was ready to embrace it, side by side with Richie.