Bandom One-shots book 3

Fire and Ice (Mick Mars x Steven Adler)

Mick and I couldn't have been more different if we tried. He was quiet, brooding, and deliberate, the kind of guy who could command a room without saying a word. I, on the other hand, was a whirlwind—a ball of chaotic energy that never seemed to stop moving. People always joked about how we didn't make sense together, but somehow, we did.

It wasn't just about opposites attracting. It was something deeper. Something I couldn't quite put into words.

The night was quiet, unusually so for a place like LA. Mick had invited me over to his place after a long week on the road, and I couldn't say no. His place was nothing like mine—clean, orderly, with a strange kind of calm that made me feel like I could breathe for the first time in ages.

I sat cross-legged on his couch, fiddling with the hem of my ripped jeans as Mick sat across from me, tuning his guitar. He didn't say much—he never did—but I didn't mind. It was one of the things I loved about him. He didn't need to fill the silence with pointless chatter. He just... was.

"You're fidgeting," he said without looking up, his gravelly voice cutting through the quiet.

I froze, caught off guard. "Am I?"

He gave me a small smile, the kind that barely lifted the corners of his mouth but still made my heart skip. "Always."

I laughed nervously, leaning back against the couch. "Guess I don't know how to sit still."

"That's an understatement," he teased, setting his guitar aside and leaning forward, his elbows resting on his knees. His eyes, dark and intense, locked onto mine, and suddenly, the air between us felt heavier. Charged.

"You ever think about how we ended up here?" I asked, my voice quieter now, almost hesitant.

Mick tilted his head, his expression unreadable. "What do you mean?"

"I mean... us." I gestured between the two of us, trying to find the right words. "We're so different. Sometimes I feel like I'm a hurricane and you're... I don't know, a mountain. Unshakable."

Mick chuckled softly, a rare sound that made my chest tighten. "You're not wrong. But maybe that's why it works. You bring chaos, and I bring calm. We balance each other out."

I smiled, warmth spreading through me at his words. Mick wasn't the kind of guy to say things lightly. Every word he spoke carried weight, and when he said something like that, I knew he meant it.

"You really think so?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

He nodded, his eyes softening in a way that was rare for him. "Yeah, Steven. I do."

For a moment, I didn't know what to say. All my life, I'd been the guy who was too much—too loud, too wild, too everything. But with Mick, I didn't feel like I had to tone myself down. He accepted me for exactly who I was, and that was something I hadn't realized I'd been craving until now.

Mick stood, crossing the small space between us, and sat down beside me on the couch. He didn't say anything, just reached out and took my hand in his. His touch was steady, grounding, and I found myself relaxing instantly.

"You don't have to worry so much, you know," he said, his voice low and soothing. "You're not a hurricane to me. You're... light. Energy. Life. And I need that more than I ever thought I would."

My heart swelled at his words, a lump forming in my throat. Mick wasn't the kind of guy to pour his heart out, but when he did, it was like the entire world shifted.

"I love you, Mick," I said, the words tumbling out before I could stop them.

He smiled—really smiled this time—and cupped my cheek with his hand. "I love you too, Steven."

The kiss that followed was slow, deliberate, and full of all the things we didn't need to say out loud. In that moment, all the differences between us melted away, leaving only the connection that had brought us together in the first place.

We didn't need to make sense to anyone else. What we had was ours, and it was enough. More than enough.

~Fire and Ice~