Rydellington Imagines/One shots

Post Concert.

"That. Was. Awesome!!" Ross exclaimed, running into their dressing room shirtless and sweaty, a towel wrapped around his shoulders. Rocky and Riker followed, also shirtless, holding towels and laughing about highlights of the show they had just sold out.

Rydel trekked into the dressing room closely behind her brothers, sweating through her short white dress. She collapsed into one of the armchairs, dabbing at the sticky water on her forehead with a towel. Doing shows was what they loved best but during heatwaves it became slightly unbearable.

"Where's Ellington?" Rydel questioned after surveying the room to see that he wasn't there.

"His drum tech needed to talk to him. He'll be through in a minute." Rocky told her, throwing his sweaty towel at her head.

She screeched in disgust, throwing it onto the floor. "Rocky!!"

"I call first shower!" Ross yelled, running into the bathroom in their dressing room.

Riker and Rocky looked at each other before running off in the direction of the tour bus, determined to be the first in the shower.

"What happened to ladies first?" Rydel mumbled to herself, picking up her phone from on the coffee table.

"Gosh it's hot."

Rydel looked up from her phone, her eyes widening slightly.

Ellington was standing in the doorway, his sweaty vest shirt, clinging to his body and showing off his perfect figure. His cute but quite large muscles were also the centre of his appearance as he dragged a hand through his scruffy mop of long brown hair, slowly like in some kind of movie. He made eye contact with her for a brief second before smirking slightly and looking away again.

Rydel struggled to contain herself and the lust she had for him. He didn't know but she had the hugest crush ever on her bestfriend. His body, his eyes, his smile, his dimples, his hair, his voice, everything made her weak.

"Have I got something on me?" He asked, looking down at his shirt.

Rydel realised she had been staring and quickly looked away. "Oh, no sorry, I was just thinking about something." She quickly covered, picking up her phone again and trying to look busy.

She glanced up several minutes later to see him taking off his shirt and rubbing his sweaty, lightly tanned chest down with a towel. Her eyes scanned over it absorbing all the details of it, particularly his cute little four pack.

She bit down on her lip, wanting to kiss him so badly and finding it difficult to resist the urge. She knew she had to leave then otherwise she might do something that could jeopardise their friendship.

"I'm going to wait to shower on the bus, Ross is showering in there." She told Ellington, getting up and heading towards the door. She noticed one of his drumsticks lying on the floor and picked it up.

"Ell you dropped your drumstick." She told him, turning around to see him mid-stretch his muscles buldging.

"Oh, thanks. Just throw it to me." He told her, straightening up and preparing to catch it. This wouldn't usually be a problem but Rydel didn't have the best aim and before she realised the consequences she had thrown it in his direction.

It soared through the air kind of gracefully before hitting him in the eye and dropping to the floor. Ellington yelled out in pain, putting his hand over his eye and cursing under his breath.

Rydel gasped, running over to him to check that he was alright. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry! I didn't think it would hit you in the eye!"

He chuckled. "Rydel, it's okay. It doesn't really hurt that much." He pleaded.

She placed her hand on his cheek, gently tipping his head back to use the light from above to check his eye was alright. It was glowing red and looked like it was going to turn into a black eye.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm so so sorry." Rydel apologised, biting her lip out of guilt.

Ellington placed his hands gently on the both of her cheeks, looking into her eyes with his soft brown ones, making her weak at the knees.

"It's okay." He told her. She said nothing, instead looking into his entrancing eyes. The next thing either of them knew, their lips were connected and they were kissing each other passionately, like their lives depended on it.

Rydel let her hands trail all over his bare chest sensually whilst his hands remained on her waist as he pulled her body into the safety of his.

They pulled away from the kiss and looked longingly into each other's eyes.

who knew something that was so wrong could feel so right?