I'll Be the One to Hold Your Hand

All You've Ever Wanted was Someone to Truly Look Up to You

Rob's heart was racing out of his chest. He stared at the guitarist in front of him, who was waiting for an answer from the drummer. 

I can't believe I let him hear, no, no, no, no, I was supposed to keep it in, not now, he's going to reject you-

The drummer's breath gradually picks up pace until his chest is heaving, painfully. He looks down and 

"Rob." Brad gently coaxes and holds the drummer's arms, knowing how to calm him down. He's always had anxiety and it was worse when the band first got started with touring in bigger venues. 

"Hey, hey, Rob, focus on me, ergh-" Brad grunts trying to kneel down with the drummer as much as he could without extreme pain from his ribs. 

"Hey. It's just you and me, Robbie. Focus on me, okay?" Brad gently and carefully tangles his fingers in Rob's hair knowing that it'll help calm him. 

"Four breaths in and five out, okay?" Brad keeps his tone soft and hears the drummer mumbling to himself or maybe out in the air, he doesn't know. 

He can't know, he'll reject you, and you'll loose him, so stupid, stupid, stupid-

"Rob, why would I reject you?" Brad's eyes widen and he gently cups the taller man's face in his calloused hands. He then tilts the drummer's shaking head up gently to look up at him. 

"Rob. I'm not, uh.. I'm not-.." Brad pauses and bites his lip, trying to figure out how to say this to the other man. 

"I know, you're not gay okay? I'm, I'm, I'm sorry, I just thought maybe once I at least told you, I'd feel better but now it just hurts and I really don't feel better at all, and- Mmph!" Rob was stunned to find a soft but chapped pair of lips pressed against his own gently, but hurriedly. They then pull away and Rob stares at Brad, wide-eyed. 

"That 'not gay' enough for you?" Brad smiles bashfully and bites his own lips. 

Rob blushes and brushes his hair behind his ear, looking up at Brad but not making eye contact.

All the sudden, Rob's phone rings loudly, making both men flinch. They both chuckle shyly and Rob has to pull the phone away from his ear when Chester starts screaming into it. 

"Robbie! Are you okay, is Brad with you? I can't get ahold of him and the police called me asking about a mugging by the studio yesterday and they saw Brad getting attacked but someone saved him but he won't answer his phone! Rob, fuckin' answer me!"

"Ches, I would have answered had you stopped to breathe for a second. He's here with me, he's safe."

"Oh thank fuck... Okay. Okay. Is he okay?"

"He's alright. I uh.. I was the one that fought off the guy, Ches. I brought Brad to my house after it happened, bruised ribs at most but uh.. Yeah. He's with me, breathing and living." Rob looks at Brad with a small smile and looks back down to the floor. 

"Okay, good. Look uh.. Mike told me what you said this morning. He only told me, don't worry, I chewed his ass out for gossiping your private shit to me and he won't be tempted to tell anyone else, otherwise.. My foot is going to be inserted up his ass. Anyways, take it easy. Also, if things do get... steamy... Use a condom." Chester snickers and Rob goes beet red, much to Brad's amusement having overheard the singer's words. 

"On a more serious note, be safe, you guys. We're here and take as much time as you need away from the studio. The police might come by and ask questions soon." Chester hangs up and Rob takes a deep breath. 

"How, uh.. How do the ribs feel, are they still really sore or are they worse or uh.." Rob avoids eye contact and gulps. 

"Robert." Brad says gently but firmly. Rob looks up hesitantly and smiles shyly again at the guitarist, picking at his fingernails. 

Brad shakes his head smiling and kisses rob again, more passionately than the time before.

"You-" Brad whispers out, breaking each word apart with a kiss.

"Have-" Kiss.

"No-" Kiss.

"Idea-" Kiss. 

"How long-" Kiss. 

"I've been waiting for this. To have you. My Rob." Brad smiles wholeheartedly and finishes the last kiss on Rob's jaw. He smiled at the taller man, making Rob blush and smile at Brad. 

"You don't know how long I've wanted this either." Rob replies and wraps his arms around Brad's neck carefully. 

Both men get so lost in each other that they both flinched at the loud pounding on the front door; Brad instantaneously leaping into Rob's lap for protection.

"I've got you, it's okay. It might just be the police, waiting for a follow-up." Rob says and bring's Brad by the hand with him to the front door, looking through the peephole.

That is most definitely not the police.. 

With that thought, his eyes widen.