Trade Mistakes - Prinxiety [COMPLETED]

Chapter XX

There was something strange about the idea of touring. Roman wasn't sure what he expected, but when he was sitting in a chair an airport, waiting for their flight to the UK, he realized that it wasn't as complicated as he thought.

They were going to get on that plane, fly to the UK, get on a tour bus, and drive around Europe to different venues, and perform exactly what they'd performed on Friday. Despite the fact that it was fairly cut and dry, he couldn't help but feel nervous. He was going to have to do interviews where he explained to blood thirsty interviewers why he was doing this without giving them too much information about their personal lives. He also had to be mindful about Virgil and his feelings for him.

There was certainly still tension between them. During rehearsals, Roman had walked in on him humming and experimenting with an acoustic guitar. When the singer had spotted him, he'd flushed and closed himself off.

He'd tried to make conversation, asking if that was something new he was working on with a bright smile to show he was interested. Virgil had shrugged him off and refused to answer him. He found that disturbing and concerning, considering that things seemed to be going well between them up until that point. Now, Roman hadn't made any attempts to talk to him one-on-one in several days. He was scared to mess up whatever friendship they had even more than it seemed he already had.

This was why when the singer sat down in the chair next to him at the airport, he was uncertain of what he should do. He looked preoccupied with whatever it was he was looking at on his phone, eyebrows furrowed together and a slight frown on his lips.

"What are you looking at?" Roman asked, testing out the waters as he nodded to his phone.

Virgil jumped, seeming to only just then remember that he was there. His cheeks flushed and he bit down on his lip. "Well... it's probably weird for me to be looking at," he said, avoiding answering the question. "I don't really think it's something I should show you, either. It's weird, sorry..."

"Well, you never know unless you try, maybe you should just show me and see what happens," he tried, offering what he hoped was an encouraging smile.

The singer sighed and shrugged. "People have been writing fan fiction about us," he said softly, face going red. Roman's heart dropped in his chest and his mouth went dry. What on earth was Virgil doing looking at fan fiction of them? After all that's happened between them, how could he look at stories deliberately written about them falling in love or having sex? Before he could ask any of these questions, the other boy shook his head and squeezed his eyes closed. "I know, I know, it's weird, and I shouldn't be looking at it, for several reasons. I was just a little curious..."

"Hmm," the princely man hummed, trying to keep a level head. It didn't really mean anything, so surely they could just joke about it. He smirked at him. "Well, am I the top or the bottom?"

Virgil's cheeks flushed and he scrolled down in the story. A smirk of his own found its way onto his lips. "I'm the top."

"What?! That's wrong!" he exclaimed, grabbing the phone from the singer as he laughed. He began to skim the story, eyes widening as he thought about the events of such happening between them in real life. Virgil was pinning him against the wall of a dressing room, and it was very clear where it was going. His cheeks grew colored as he cleared his throat. "You are not a top."

The darkly dressed man smirked, leaning on the arm rests between them to get closer. "You sure?" he said, voice seductive and low.

"Yes I'm sure," Roman said despite his bright red cheeks.

"How are you so sure, Princey?" he said, leaning even more into his space but not into his face. "What if I'm actually super dominant? What if I'd make you beg me? What if I'd pin you just like in that story, trapping your hands and making you a submissive little prince for me?"

The guitarist felt like he could choke on the air that was traveling through his windpipe; such filthy talk should not be allowed or natural between them.

That didn't stop him from leaning in so that their faces were centimeters apart. "We both know that if we were ever in that situation, you'd do anything I ask," he said, voice low and far too suggestive. "You may put up your little dominant front on stage sweetheart, but we both know who's in command here."

Virgil's cheeks flushed and his expression had changed. He wasn't looking at his eyes anymore, but rather his lips. This fact made him nervous, so he pulled away a little and tried to flash a smile.

"God, we're ridiculous," he said, laughing as he shook his head, smiling and blushing as he thought about what they'd just done.

The sight of him laughing about it eased the singer's nerves of the situation. He tried, and failed, to fight back a grin as he settled into his own seat again. "Yeah, we kinda are, aren't we?" he agreed, looking back at the fan fiction on the phone he'd taken back from the other man. He felt Roman's gaze on him as he continued to read, and it was making him anxious. "That was okay, right? Like, we're fine? That didn't screw anything up?"

"Of course not," the princely man said hurriedly, carefully smiling to cover up how affected by the exchange he'd been. "It doesn't mean anything, it's just always how our friendship has worked. We've always been the kind to tease each other, it's cool."

Virgil smiled in relief and let it turn into a smirk. "Good, cause I'll certainly turn up the heat on stage if you'd like to challenge me."

The guitarist laughed, beaming as he thought about how much he missed this and the man sitting next to him. He leaned over the arm rests again, smirking and flashing him a wink. "Bring it on, Black."