band mates.

this is the sin

"welcome to the superstar showcase."

dallon took a breath, going on the small stage that was lit up by cameras. this video was gonna be amazing. it was their first song, how could anything go wrong? "you alright?" ryan jumped on the stage along with him, his deep voice echoing through the studio. "yeah, just nervous dude." dallon chuckled. ryan shrugged, going behind his drum set. "5," dallon started to get nervous. he fidgeted with his guitar. "4," his hands shakily went over the strings. "3–" "stop." ryan interrupted the counting, getting up from his drum kit. everyone sighed except dallon. ryan stepped by him, his hand on his shoulder. "deep breaths, right?" he asked. dallon nodded, "im sorry. im just—" "it's okay. try to get through it. im right behind you." ryan chuckled, letting go of him, and heading to his drum set again. "5, 4, 3, 2,- action!" the music started to play, dallon remembering what he needed to do. he swayed side to side, and he heard that amazing riff. he then heard ryans drums. and his hands were moving on the guitar. he took a deep breath, stepping closer to the mic. "a modern concussion," he sang, feeling ryan beam at him as he played. "the room is on fire,"

you're an upstanding model of a modern day cain
with impeccable style
so now you've done a little wrong and you need to be forgiven
by the vicar and the company you keep

dallon sighed heavily as the music video was done, ryan sharing the same sigh as he got up. "you did good." he whispered. dallon shivered at his dark voice in his ear, nodding as he put his guitar down. he watched ryan head to the bathroom, and decided he needed to wash up as well. he huffed, following the other. he went inside, but didn't expect to hear what he heard.
"oh fuck- dallon," a male voice groaned, and dallon knew it all too well. he swallowed, hiding on the sink to avoid ryan seeing him. "yes- just like that," dallon bit in the inside of his cheek. that voice was so- hot. he swallowed, his hand reaching down to palm himself. he covered his mouth with his other hand, still listening to the moans of the other man. soon they became faster, until, "fuck fuck- dallon!" was yelped, and a loud sigh of relief came from the stall. dallon was still palming himself, his eyes half lidded, when he heard the lock come undone. he snapped himself out of his haze, pretending to wash his hands. ryan came out of the stall, humming to himself as he did his belt. "hey dallon," he songed. "hey ry, just got here," dallon smiled at him. but later, his mind wouldn't let him sleep.
he wanted ryan. only ryan.