One-Shot Erotica

Phil In (David/Phil X)

Time/Setting: April 9, 2013 - Seattle, WA

Four more songs...only four more songs to learn, Phil thought to himself. His mind had been in a haze since Jon had called him after Richie's departure. It was a whirlwind of techs and soundchecks, feeling like the new kid in school, and playing in front of 20,000 screaming fans each night.

Joining Bon Jovi on the road was nerve-wracking. The band was a tight-knit brotherhood shrouded in a cloud of mystery and Phil was the new kid. It was like starting high school all over again, though members of the inner circle, the exterior crew and even Jon himself made it a point to welcome Phil and were all around courteous.

He found out quickly that Tico was the silent observer while David was funny and flirty extrovert of the group. Jon...well...Jon was also the quiet type who would rather enjoy a glass of wine watching a game rather than go out to the bars.

The five-star hotels with a full floor just for the band definitely beat playing on YouTube in his basement. Phil was stretched out on his bed going over sheet music and practicing for tomorrow's show, absently picking at a small pack of chewy chocolate chip cookies.

It wasn't the TV nor the city noise from outside that made him stop playing. Instead, it was the strumming in the adjoining suite. This struck Phil as odd since David was in that room and Tico was on the other side.

He muted the TV and listened for a moment. David's voice, a strong and soulful baritone, sent shivers up his spine and his heartbeat sped up. He must have been singing an original tune since Phil didn't recognize it as a Jovi song.

David had talked to him a bit about being a musical composer, but Phil wasn't the type to pry and only took in the information volunteered to him. He set down his guitar and left the comfort of his bed, padding over to the door that joined the two suites.

Slowly, incredibly slowly, Phil turned the handle and pushed the door ajar. He licked his lips at David's heavenly voice and bit his bottom lip, shivering when the blonde hit a high note perfectly.

Phil leaned against the door frame, drinking in the sight of David's long curls hanging around his face like a curtain and clad in loose-fitting sleeping pants with no shirt. A binder lay open in front of David on the coffee table as the keyboardist strummed out the melody.

As the last night hung in the air, Phil clapped slowly. David jumped at the unexpected audience. "Impressive for a piano player," Phil commented with a wide smile.

"Fuck, X, you scared the shit outta me," David chuckled, holding a hand over his heart.

"Sorry, man," Phil replied and blushed, "I heard you playing. Didn't mean to--"

"Nah it's all good," the blonde said with a shake of his head. "C'mon in. I could use a second opinion."

Phil's eyes widened, shocked that he wasn't being shunned for his curiosity. He walked over to the couch and sat at the opposite end from David, admiring the beauty he held in his lap and asked, "Gibson?"

"Yamaha," David answered, "LLX36C. I'm endorsed by Yamaha. Figured if I'd be playing it publicly, better stick to what I know."

"I didn't know you played guitar," Phil responded, attempting to keep his admiration to a minimum. "You're a natural at it."

David blushed as he always did with compliments, his mystical blue eyes gleaming in the lamplight. "Thank you. I've been working on a new musical but debating on one particular part. Listen..." He proceeded to play the song part in two different keys and Phil listened intently.

"Wait...play it in the first key again," he requested and closed his eyes. "The second key flows better with the melody. I mean...it's your song and you'll do what you feel is best but, ya know, just from my point of view...as a guitarist. Yeah. The second."