AI Season 8
Title: Feeling The Sound
Author: like-i-love-you
Rating: R
Pairing: none. POV can be either Kris, Matt, Anoop, or Danny
Summary: When he’s alone...
Notes:
Disclaimer: Not mine. If they were I wouldn’t share.
It’s his alone time in the room and he’s been waiting for this. He feels weird about it, not that it stops him. It would be easier if he didn’t feel weird but he doesn’t want to be that guy. He strips completely; he likes the feel of the breeze on his skin. It makes him feel aware of every inch of skin in a physical way. Today there’s a very nice breeze coming in through the open window.
He only has an hour which is more than enough time for this. It’s the after he needs time for. Time to find his equal librium again so he doesn’t blush, stammer, look away or any number of things that might make it seem like he has a crush. Because he doesn’t have a crush. He’s not a confused straight man either. He is only mostly straight. Adam is also his friend which is just one more reason he can’t let this become known.
Adam is not his type, not physically and not personality wise. But when Adam sings... His insides turn to jello and his skin crawls in the very best way. he doesn’t know if he’ll ever breathe right again. He wants to touch and feel. But not Adam- the music.
His laptop is on the bedside table with the hated headphones. The sound quality goes down and worse he doesn’t get the feeling of being surrounded by the sound. It is the only way he can do this without raising questions. He’s been using If I Can’t Have You for the past week since it came out on itunes. He’ll get Feeling Good tomorrow. He’s already dreaming about that long beautiful note.
By the time he’s settled on the bed with his headphones in he’s missed the beginning of If I Can’t Have You, but he always misses the beginning. It doesn’t matter any how. He has the song on repeat and he only listens to it the first time through. He lets Adam’s voice spark all those places in his brain.
He has the timing down perfect by now. When the song restarts he’s ready. He knows exactly when Adam comes in. He nails it this week as his fingers make those first tentative strokes. He draws it out as long as he can always aiming for second half of the song when those note soar. He doesn’t keep track of how many times the song plays through. For precious long moments there is nothing but the breeze, his hand, and that voice.
He’s drowning in the sound and nothing has ever felt so good.
Author: like-i-love-you
Rating: R
Pairing: none. POV can be either Kris, Matt, Anoop, or Danny
Summary: When he’s alone...
Notes:
Disclaimer: Not mine. If they were I wouldn’t share.
It’s his alone time in the room and he’s been waiting for this. He feels weird about it, not that it stops him. It would be easier if he didn’t feel weird but he doesn’t want to be that guy. He strips completely; he likes the feel of the breeze on his skin. It makes him feel aware of every inch of skin in a physical way. Today there’s a very nice breeze coming in through the open window.
He only has an hour which is more than enough time for this. It’s the after he needs time for. Time to find his equal librium again so he doesn’t blush, stammer, look away or any number of things that might make it seem like he has a crush. Because he doesn’t have a crush. He’s not a confused straight man either. He is only mostly straight. Adam is also his friend which is just one more reason he can’t let this become known.
Adam is not his type, not physically and not personality wise. But when Adam sings... His insides turn to jello and his skin crawls in the very best way. he doesn’t know if he’ll ever breathe right again. He wants to touch and feel. But not Adam- the music.
His laptop is on the bedside table with the hated headphones. The sound quality goes down and worse he doesn’t get the feeling of being surrounded by the sound. It is the only way he can do this without raising questions. He’s been using If I Can’t Have You for the past week since it came out on itunes. He’ll get Feeling Good tomorrow. He’s already dreaming about that long beautiful note.
By the time he’s settled on the bed with his headphones in he’s missed the beginning of If I Can’t Have You, but he always misses the beginning. It doesn’t matter any how. He has the song on repeat and he only listens to it the first time through. He lets Adam’s voice spark all those places in his brain.
He has the timing down perfect by now. When the song restarts he’s ready. He knows exactly when Adam comes in. He nails it this week as his fingers make those first tentative strokes. He draws it out as long as he can always aiming for second half of the song when those note soar. He doesn’t keep track of how many times the song plays through. For precious long moments there is nothing but the breeze, his hand, and that voice.
He’s drowning in the sound and nothing has ever felt so good.