Bandom One-shots book 3

Angel (Vince Neil x Steven Adler)

It was a warm summer night in Los Angeles, the kind of night where the city felt alive and electric, buzzing with excitement. The Sunset Strip was as busy as ever, and the whole town seemed to be caught up in the frenzy of rock and roll. The air smelled like smoke and sweat, and the flashing neon signs illuminated the streets in a constant rhythm.

We'd just wrapped up another show—loud, chaotic, everything it was supposed to be. The crowd had gone wild, the energy had been off the charts, but now it was just us, the quiet hum of the aftermath surrounding us. I was sitting on the edge of the tour bus, the cool night air hitting my face as I tried to catch my breath.

But then, I heard footsteps.

"Not ready to call it a night, are you?" Vince's voice was smooth and teasing, as usual. I didn't have to turn around to know it was him. His presence was always so damn obvious—loud, vibrant, and full of life.

I smiled, my heart picking up just a little. Vince Neil had been my bandmate, my friend, but over the years, he'd become something more. We'd shared everything: the highs, the lows, the fame, the struggles. But it was the moments between those things that I remembered the most. The quiet, stolen moments when we didn't have to be anything other than ourselves.

"I could say the same about you," I replied, turning to face him. He was standing in the doorway, his hair falling messily around his face, a half-drunk beer in his hand. His eyes locked onto mine, a playful glint in them. He was always so easy to be around, and in a way, he always made me feel like I didn't have to hide anything.

Vince stepped closer, his foot tapping against the ground as he leaned against the doorframe, his eyes never leaving mine. "You look like you're a million miles away," he said, his voice softer now, like he was trying to read me.

I shrugged, trying to act casual. But there was something in his gaze that made it hard to pretend. Something that made my heart flutter a little in my chest. "Just thinking," I said, though I didn't know if I could explain what was running through my head.

"About what?" he asked, stepping forward, his hand brushing against my shoulder. The simple touch sent a spark through me, a rush of warmth that had nothing to do with the alcohol or the night.

"About us," I admitted, my voice quieter now, almost unsure.

He raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile curving his lips. "What about us, Steven?" His voice was full of that familiar playfulness, but there was something in the way he looked at me that made it clear he wasn't just joking around.

I didn't have a good answer. Part of me wanted to laugh it off, pretend it was nothing. But there was another part of me—the part that had been growing stronger every time Vince was near—that wanted to say everything. Wanted to tell him that I'd been feeling something deeper, something more than friendship.

But before I could say anything, Vince closed the distance between us, his hand gently cupping my face. "I don't think you need to explain, Steven," he said softly, his voice low and full of warmth.

I didn't know what to say, but I didn't need to. Vince leaned in, his lips capturing mine in a slow, deliberate kiss. It wasn't wild or frantic like some of our past moments. It was tender, soft, like he was taking his time, letting me know exactly how he felt.

And I felt it—the warmth, the depth of it all. Every touch, every second that passed between us, was more than I'd ever imagined. I'd always known Vince was special, but now, in this moment, I realized just how much he meant to me.

When we pulled back, my heart was racing, my mind still trying to catch up with what had just happened. Vince looked at me, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"Guess we're doing this, huh?" he said, his voice still hushed, like we were the only two people in the world.

I nodded, my chest full, as I smiled back. "Yeah. Guess we are."

The world outside was still buzzing, still moving, but it felt like time had stopped for just us. And for once, I didn't feel the need to rush. There were no expectations, no pressure. It was just me and Vince, finding something real amidst the chaos.

The night stretched on, and we spent it together—quietly, laughing, and exploring what was just beginning. Neither of us knew what would come next, but in that moment, I didn't care. With Vince by my side, I felt like I could take on anything.

~Angel~