Well you done done me and you bet I felt it
Nate sat alone on the stage facing the school auditorium. His boyfriend of three years convinced him to sign up for this years talent show. Said he had a voice that he had to share.
I tried to be chill but your so hot that I melted
"M-Matt I can't, they'll be looking at me. People shouldn't look at me."
"Baby, everyone should look at you, your so gorgeous and so talented." Matt sighed and ran his hands up and down Nate's arms in a comforting manner. "Besides, I'll be right there, backstage cheering you on and I'll be right there when you get off to kiss the shit out of you." Matt kissed him softly, taking Nate's arms and placing them around his neck, placing his own on Nate's waist.
"Fine, I'll sign up for it."
I fell right through the cracks, now I'm trying to get back.
Nate looked out in the large crowd. He looked to two seats in the front that had the label of: reserved for mr. And mrs. Sharp. The two seats that remained empty throughout the whole show. He knew that his parents wouldn't bother showing up. He nervously paced backstage until he felt a strong pair of arms grip his waist. He squeaked and turned around seeing his boyfriend standing with a proud smile.
"You'll kick ass and take names baby doll. Don't fear. I got you." Nate smiles for the first time that night.
Before the cool done run out I'll be given it my bestest.
Nate that night was met with his first standing ovation. His first of many. The second he finished he did the small bow he was supposed to do before jumping into Matt's arms.
"Oh my god that was amazing Nate." Matt whispered before crashing his lips onto his smaller boyfriend's.
And nothings gonna stop me but divine intervention.
Nate was stopped by a record producer that night. He was the ceo of give heart records and wanted Nate to sing for their record company. Matt agreed for Nate.
I reckon it's again my turn, to win some or learn some
Nate sat on the couch of their shared apartment, guitar in hand and strewn papers covering the floor and coffee table. Matt was in his recording closet recording the latest installment of his five nights of Freddy's theory. Nate was stressed, he had to get a new song out by tomorrow night or the company was going to drop him. He paced and panicked. Through the thin walls, Matt was listened to his quick and frustrated breathing and his swift step. He decided that recording could wait and he left the closet to find quite the scene in front of him. Nate was practically pulling out his hair trying to finish. Matt calmly takes Nate's hand and turns him to face Matt. He gently kisses Nate's lips, rubbing circles on his hips. He felt Nate's body relaxing slightly at the gesture.
"Follow me, precious." Matt whispered.
"Matt, I-"
"You'll finish it tomorrow, after you rest and recharge, now follow me." Matt demanded softly. Nate gave up and followed Matt. Matt lead them to their bedroom, picked up Nate by the legs and tossed him on the bed. Misty himself sat up against the headboard before dragging Nate over and having his head rest on Matt's lap. He started combing his fingers through his thick ebony hair, relishing every time his fingers thread through, Nate's body relaxes a little bit more.
"That's it gorgeous, just relax. You can't overwork yourself."
But I won't hesitate no more, no more. It cannot wait. I'm yours.
