Something About Us
Fanfiction, YAOI (boy/boy) Don't like dont read!
Thomas Bangalter/Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo
Rated M for later chapters. This is a love story, not a PWP. XD
Please no flaming!
Chapter One: Do You Think We'll Always Be Like This?
It was a hot summer day on the roads leading out of Oregon. The French duo known commonly as Daft Punk was cutting through the state to get to California. They had touring coming up in a matter of days, and the two figured they might as well stay in the area while everything was set up. Guy-Manuel opened his sleepy eyes, staring out at the dry, rocky canyons they were driving by, pulling his black-brown hair behind his ear. He had his feet up against the dashboard of Thomas' silver Impala.
The two had left early in the morning before it got too hot out. Luckily though, Thomas made sure his car was working properly, and the air conditioning was working wonderfully. It sort of made Bangalter laugh at how ridiculously cold his friend liked to keep the air. He was practically shivering, but Guy found it a quite normal, casual temperature. It was much better than this place, the canyons were so dry and hot, it was dire that they keep it that cold.
"Mm," came a sleepy groan from Guy, looking out the window with half-lidded eyes. "...How much longer?" He asked with a tired slur, accent tinging his voice strongly. Bangalter looked at the time, and back out on the road with a smile tugging at his lips.
"About another hour. Sorry, buddy..." His eyes glanced over to the raven haired boy, who laid his head back against the car seat. Guy-Manuel sighed audibly, staring out the car window at the passing view.
"Hey, Guy-Man...." Thomas asked, getting a small noise from his friend in reply.
"Do you think we'll always be like this? I mean... I'm just really glad things are working for us the way they are..." The brunette comtemplated aloud, smile growing as he thought.
"I just love how life is right now. Here with my best friend, going all over and meeting people who like what we're doing..." Bangalter continued, happily glancing over to Guy. The raven-haired boy had fallen back asleep, listening to Thomas. His smile calmed into a pleasant one, glancing back to the road.
"Sleep well, my friend." He said softly, continuing on his way into California.
Chapter Two: A Bit Introverted, But Softspoken
Slowly, Guy started to stir from his sleep, cracking open his eyes to find the car was parked. It was too bright for him to see where, however.
"Mm....where are we?" The raven-haired boy asked in a sleepy murmur, stretching out and looking over to the driver's seat. Thomas was there, writing down something in his notebook. After a pause to finish writing a sentence, the younger man turned to face Guy.
"Well, we haven't eaten since morning, so I figured we could take a break and get something here." He said with a smile on his face. Bangalter laughed to himself mentally, watching the other regain his senses.
It dawned on the younger man how everyone seemed to misinterpret Guy-Manuel. Everyone seemed to think upon sight that the older boy was moody and introverted. The second, he might be, but he was actually quite a nice person.
A bit introverted, but softspoken. He'd always have a look of irritation about him around the press, but that was the press. Guy had no patience with them, they were harsh and accusatory. He would pull out a smoke and just ask Bangalter to take care of them.
Thomas had more patience with the press. It bothered the both of them that everyone professional seemed to think they were pleased with fame, that they knew they were celebrities. Time and time again, Thomas would tell them that they didn't care about that. That they were and always would be grateful for their fans and progress.
Guy-Manuel was always the quiet, pleasant one, and Bangalter was the fun, loud one. Thomas could see that very clear in his friend, and perhaps he was the only one. Especially when the other was asleep, it came out. He'd always have a peaceful, calm look about him. It was almost beautiful.
That was one of the things Guy liked about Thomas. He knew that he was noisy and fun around people, but when it was just them, Bangalter knew how much he liked silence, and pleasant conversation. When he had to sleep without the other around, the older boy didn't do too well.
But when everything was okay, Guy-Manuel would have this childish look to him, with a soft expression and bright black eyes peering up at Bangalter. It troubled him to say, seeing him like that flooded his stomach with a warm sensation. Nothing bad, exactly, but over the years, Thomas had grown very close to Guy. They were the best of friends. He cared deeply for the other, he was his other half.
"Tommy?" The raven-haired boy called out to his younger friend as these thoughts raced through his mind. Knocked out of his daze, Thomas smiled down at him. "Mm, sorry, Guy.....Shall we?" He asked, wearing that perfect smile and glancing over to the diner they had parked in front of and back to the one in the passenger's seat.
Guy had given him that same look. Those shining ebony eyes, looking up at him with what seemed like innocent curiosity. The warmth flooded his stomach, sending a tingle up through his heart to the throat, and Bangalter started to feel a bit dazed but he kept his expression.
"Ah, sure....Let's go." The older one smiled after a moment, and they got out of the car. He stood, pulling up his tight blue jeans and down his favourite black polo shirt, walking over to go join Thomas in walking inside.
Chapter Three: Make Any Other Just As Happy
"What time is it, anyway, Tommy?" Guy asked casually, slipping his dark coloured locks behind an ear, the shorter bangs falling out over his face again. The two sat in a red booth within the diner by the full pane windows. The sun shone in strongly, and Guy felt a little warmer than liked.
"Oh, it's...." Bangalter looked down to his watch, glimmering silver in the light. He turned it to him, examining the time.
"It's about half past four right now." He finished, looking back up at his friend, blinking curiously when he saw Guy seemed a bit down.
"I didn't mean to sleep so long...I'm sorry." The older boy said quietly, looking down at the table. This shocked Thomas a little bit.
"N-No, I'm the sorry one. I woke you up at six this morning. You needed that sleep, Guy...." Bangalter said, putting on a smile that picked up his friend's mood.
Guy-Manuel noticed a long time ago, there was hardly a damn time where his companion didn't smile. It was such a flawless smile, filled with warmth that could make any other just as happy.
It sort of made Guy's heart jump whenever Thomas smile. Such a cheeful expression on his best friend. His cheeks started to flush a bit, but he ignored the feeling when he saw the waitress come by.
"Alright boys, I have your order right here..." She said casually, setting down two dishes. The two both got burgers and chips, and were just waiting for them to come out by making conversation.
"Thank you, miss..." The brunette boy said, nodding and smiling at the waitress. She gave out a soft giggle, winking at Bangalter and walking off with her tray.
Guy's brows raised in shock and he chuckled, an uncommon thing for him to do. He shook his head, mentally proving to himself that his friend's smile could cheer anyone up. He quickly shoved his thoughts aside, smiling up at Thomas. They proceeded to eat their meal, not talking too much. The most they discussed was plans for the week, and that was it.
The two didn't notice that they were having similar thoughts about each other.
Chapter Four: That Look
After getting back in the car, Guy blinked in question while fastening his seatbelt. "How far from the hotel are we, Tommy?"
Thomas got in the driver's seat, putting his seatbelt on as well and turning on the ignition. "Well, while you came out to smoke, I went and asked. We're about ten minutes from the hotel now."
The older one smiled in relief. 'Finally...' He thought to himself, noticing it was getting a little late. It was around 5:40 now, the sun would be going down soon enough.
They drove out of the parking lot and onto the main street. Guy-Manuel's glance turned to the road, noticing the luxurious view even on the street. He began to space out into a typical silence.
His friend kept quiet until they went into the hotel's underground parking lot. They got their luggage and went to go check in under Thomas' name.
Guy stepped into the elevator with the brunette boy, going up to the twelfth floor. At first, Guy looked out of the glass elevator at the setting sun, but then he glanced quietly over to Thomas, watching him watch the numbers on the elevator count from one to twelve.
Thomas must have noticed he was being glanced at, because he turned around and gave a toothed, kind smile to Guy. "Ha ha...you okay, buddy?" He asked softly, raising a brow.
"Ah..." Guy blushed, averting his gaze in surprise. "Yeah, sorry... Just spacing out." He lied, standing beside his friend and stepping out of the elevator after it opened it's doors.
It was a beautiful room, with a modern feel to it. The walls were painted white, with dark cherry-stained wood lining the bottom. The carpet was a matching white, covering every area except the bathroom. Most of everything was either white or orange in the room.
Against the north wall was a bed. It was quite large, enough to fit four people in it comfortably, with white sheets and orange pillows, and a comforter to match. The frame it rested on was tall, at least two feet. It was wooden, with orange paint over it's smooth surface. Sheer white curtains lined the perimeter of the bed from the ceiling.
The north and west wall were merely a wall made of glass, showing off the gorgeous view of California in the sunset, before it came alive for the night.
At the west wall was a plasma-screen TV and an orange sofa in front of it. In the corner was a potted flower, giving off a faint, pleasant scent to the rest of the room. On the wall opposite was a closet and two couches, and then a corridor leading to a bathroom.
The bathroom was lovely, with white, smooth marble floors and counters. Even the whole bathtub was made of marble. The bathtub was the main view of the room, it was quite large, and next to it was a glass shower stall lined in gold framing.
"I could get used to this...." was the first thing that came from Guy's mouth, as he set down his bags and took off his sneakers. He walked over to the bed and blinked. The bed was so tall it came up right below his chest.
He tried crawling up on the bed but it rejected him, pushing him back down to his feet. Thomas chuckled, walking over to Guy-Manuel and picking him up under the arms.
"H- Hey....I--" The older but shorter boy gasped shyly, squirming. His cheeks were visibly flushed and movements spastic. When Bangalter set him down to sit on the bed, Guy just looked up at him, blinging shyly with rosy cheeks.
'That look....' Thomas' eyes locked with his friend's, and he let down a loud gulp. He felt his throat start to tighten as warmth began to flood his stomach. Before too much, he turned away, smiling weakly.
"Well..." He exhaled, trying to focus. "While you relax, I'll get us unpacked, alright?" The boy said softly, walking over to the luggage with his back turned to a blushing friend.
It got closer to happening. Guy laid down on the bed, pulling out his CD player.
Chapter Five: Something About Us
After Thomas had finished putting away all the clothes, he went to go lay down on the sofa for a bit, scribbling some more in his notebook.
He glanced over to his friend once in a while, who was mumbling indistinctly to 'Forget About the World.' His eyes were closed, earphones in, and laying back down against the bed.
After a few minutes, Thomas got up, closing his notebook and leaving it on the couch and walking over to the closet. Guy-Manuel looked at the time and got up and followed Bangalter.
Guy went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Thomas blinked, following him in.
"What are you doing?" The taller one blinked, watching his friend.
"I was going to take a shower." The raven-haired boy looked up at Thomas with blinking ebony eyes. He began to blush, looking straight away to avoid it.
"Ah, so was I..." The other said weakly, smiling down at Guy.
"Oh, well you go ahead, sorry...." He smiled, walking out to leave Thomas in the bathroom. Before he had left, the younger man had nodded a thank-you to him, setting his change of clothes down and closing the door to take a shower.
He unbuttoned the khaki shirt he had on and started to unbuckle his belt. When he discarded both to the ground, followed by his pants and boxers.
The whole time he was wearing this odd expression. What was getting into him? He was starting to get shy and tense around a boy he had known for a long time now.
He already knew what it was, but....he wouldn't admit it. Not even to himself. After getting undressed, he slipped into the hot shower, trying to relax a bit.
Meanwhile, Guy was getting his change of clothes out and ready for his turn to shower. He looked behind him and saw the sofa.
Making sure the bathroom door was shut with a glance, he walked slowly over to pick up his friend's notebook. Normally he'd discuss what he was writing and ask for Guy's opinion, but today Bangalter was being a touch secretive. On the last page used was what looked like lyrics.
"It might not be the right time.
I might not be the right one.
But there's something about us I want to say,
'Cause there's something between us anyway.
I might not be the right one.
It might not be the right time.
The there's something about us I'd love to do.
Some kind of secret I will share with you.
I need you more than anything in my life.
I want you more than anything in my life.
I'll miss you more than anyone in my life.
I love you more than anyone in my life."
At the words, Guy-Manuel smiled softly. 'Aww, it was a love song. No wonder why Tommy was being so secretive. He probably felt shy about writing such a sensitive piece.'
The boy left the notebook the way he found it, walking over and gathering his clothes in hand. A moment later, Bangalter came out in just loose jeans and a belt, his black boxers lining the top hem.
His soft, muscular torso was fully exposed. This made the older man blush, with a smile tugging at his lips. Thomas returned the smile, nodding.
"Your turn, sir." He chuckled, walking over to kick back on the bed. Guy went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
Chapter Seven: How Sensitive He Looked
The raven-haired boy turned on the water, pulling his polo shirt off and throwing it to the floor. He looked a bit flustered, laying back against the cool wall.
What was wrong with him, feeling so shy about his shirtless friend? It wasn't the first time he had seen Thomas like that, but this time it felt different. Guy's body wasn't like that.
His figure was much more thin. His ribcage was visible and his body was a milky white. Thomas had honey coloured, tanned skin all over, with a six pack, biceps, everything.
It didn't much matter anyways. Guy turned to look over into the mirror, finding his reflection in it. There stood a boy, blushing, flustered without a shirt on.
He noticed how sensitive he looked. His cheeks were flushed, ebony, innocent eyes were glazed. He had a troubled look on and his hair came down over the left half of his face.
Guy's eyes looked over to notice the shower was steaming up. He went ahead and undid his pants, taking the rest of his clothes off.
The hot, stinging water crashed against every pore of his body, causing him to sigh out softly. He leaned forwards, putting his hands against the wall and staring down at the floor.
He blushed heavily, finding that he had an erection from all the thoughts racing through his mind.
"No..." Guy murmured, laying against the glass wall and sliding down to sit in the shower. But the thoughts persisted. Thinking of how Thomas must be right now, laying back on the bed with his eyes closed.
He tried his best to ignore it, continuing his shower.
Bangalter must have fallen asleep on the bed while Guy was taking a shower. He was just laying there, face turned to the side and eyes closed.
The older boy smiled softly, pulling his damp hair behind his ear but, as usual, his bangs came flopping out over the left side of his face.
He walked over, trying to climb up onto the bed. He got on, but lost his balance and fell down on the soft mattress. Once he got back up, he crawled over to put his head down on a pillow.
When he got comfortable, he blushed, looking over at Thomas' sleeping form. The only light on in the room was rather dim. The warm tint cast over his friend's body, making his features stand out even more. Guy got quiet, looking over the sleeping boy.
His muscles seemed to stand out in the dim light, chest slowly rising and falling. This brought a smile to the other's lips. Thomas looked so content. Guy's eyes travelled up to look at his friend's face, but then his eyes widened.
Bangalter had his eyes open, looking straight into ebony ones. He had noticed Guy was looking over his body intently.
"Aah...Um..." Guy-Manuel gasped, his cheeks starting to flush hotly. He couldn't escape the other's solid gaze.
Thomas got up and before the raven-haired boy could respond, he had his best friend on top of him. He didn't look so dominant, but rather....caring.
"I'm sorry, buddy....there's just something I've... been wanting to do." Thomas murmured, looking down into his older friend's eyes.
Guy didn't look scared, just surprised. He looked up at the other with surprised, innocent eyes, and parted lips.
"I...." The one below exhaled softly, the blush on his cheeks quite obvious. He still had the erection he had gotten before the shower, and it seemed to grow a bit worse. Guy hoped to anything that Thomas wouldn't notice.
With his free hand, Thomas caressed the other's cheek tenderly. Guy-Manuel leaned into it, looking sideways up still at the one above him.
Slowly, Bangalter leaned in close, causing the older one to close his eyes. He don't know what got into him, but he leaned up until their lips were brushing.
They shared a soft kiss, followed by another, and another until it turned into a slow pace. Guy's hands slid up, wrapping loosely around his friend's neck. Thomas ran a hand down the smaller male's side, parting from the kisses.
"I love you, Guy-Manuel." Bangalter murmured softly, looking down into his dazed eyes. He gasped softly, biting his lip.
"I...I love you, Tommy..... I do~" He said softly, quickly leaning up to pull Thomas into an even more passionate kiss than before.
They laid like that, Thomas on top of Guy, his arms around the younger friend's neck. Guy blushed softly, running his tongue over Bangalter's bottom lip.
He responded in kind, slipping his tongue out to meet his friend's and into Guy's mouth, danced around each other. Guy was losing pace of his breathing and he was going dazed.
'What am I doing.....?' The older one asked himself internally. He started to panic. 'This will ruin everything....'
He pushed Thomas off, and sat up on the edge of the bed. "No...we...can't do this, Tommy..." Guy said softly, getting off the bed.
Thomas sat there in shock and worry.
"What? Guy....please.... I thought you said you loved me...." He looked at the other, with a sad frown on his face. Guy saw it, and it was like venom to the heart. He had to look away, it hurt so bad.
"I do.... I have... I.... Just need to get out of here for a few minutes and think." The older boy said, flustered as he grabbed his key.
"Can I join you...?" Bangalter asked desperately. It was so unlike him, he knew better than to get in his friend's space. He was more respectful than this.
"No, Tommy, I'm sorry.... I'll be back soon." Guy said, looking at the other before walking out of the hotel room.
Thomas sat there, alone in the dark. For one of the few times, he had a sad look on his face.
"I've ruined everything, haven't I...?" He whispered in a choked voice, a hand flying over his mouth as he started to cry.
Chapter Eight: Right There, Screaming Your Name
Guy-Manuel darted out of the elevator, towards the door.
"Sir....?" The receptionist blinked.
"I'll be back in a little while." Guy said, not turning to face him. He continued to walk out the hotel. All he wanted was to get far away, somewhere quiet, and try to think.
Nowhere was quiet in the city here, though. He looked and looked and then he gave up, sitting at an empty bus stop.
What had gotten into him, provoking Thomas like that? No, what was he saying? He had been feeling the same way for him.
Guy was the one blushing and thinking of his friend, he was the one who got excited, seeing him shirtless.
The older man was so confused, he didn't know what to think. One thing in his mind was certain, though.
He was scared. Not just scared, frightened. He didn't want to lose his best friend. Didn't want to lose what they had, professionally or personally.
Bangalter just stood in the dark, staring out the window with tears streaking his face. He watched the cars going by, with an almost broken look on his face. Would Guy come back like he said? Or did he just say that to get away?
For hours, he stood there, hoping that the door behind him would open.
Guy winced, tears dropping onto the concrete beneath him. Footsteps started to approach his direction. A person sat on the bench next to him, but he was too scared it might be Thomas to look.
It was a woman. A husky african-american woman in her thirties or forties. She looked kind, sitting beside the crying teenager.
"What's wrong, honey? You're definitely upset." The woman asked, with an all-too-American accent.
"I......think I may have lost my best friend." Guy-Manuel choked on his contrasting French tinge, almost surprising the woman that he was foreign.
"How long 'you known them?" She asked putting a hand on Guy-Manuel's back, rubbing it in comfort.
"Years. I.....don't want us to lose what we have. " He said softly, his sobbing calming down a little bit as more tears dropped.
"They want to get with you?" The husky woman asked softly, leaning over to see the boy's face.
"Mm..." He nodded, looking up to her with a tear-stained face. "Yeah, he told me tonight that he loves me... I don't want to ruin what we have..."
It surprised the woman when Guy said 'he'. But she shook it off and saw that he was looking up at her with a tear-stained face.
"Now, honey.... do you love him?" She asked firmly, eyes looking at the younger boy expectantly. He blinked, looking down for a minute.
"I....Yes, I do." Guy said, nodding softly and wiping his tears away.
"If you two love each other, then you won't ruin anything. You're ruining it by rejecting what is supposed to be happening." The woman said softly, smiling down at the musician.
"What's your name?" She asked, looking down at him.
"Guy-Manuel....and you, ma'am?" Guy smiled a bit, sitting up to face her.
"My name? Monique. I'm just curious, what's a Frenchman like you doing in America?" She asked curiously.
"My best friend and I are touring music here in a few days." The raven-haired boy explained, the sorrow gone from his voice.
"Would you....like to see us?" Guy asked shyly, looking down.
"Sure, I'd love to, honey. What's your group called?"
"Daft Punk."
Her eyebrows raised and she smiled. "Ohhh, I've heard of you guys. A whole lotta people love you over here." Monique chuckled softly.
"Here, I want you to have these. Thanks so much, ma'am." Guy-Manuel smiled, pulling a show ticket out of his pocket. It was front row.
With that, he gave her a hug. "Aww, thanks so much, baby. I'll be sure to be right there, screaming your name." She returned the tight hug, and patted him on the back.
"Now go get a move-on, tell that boy how you feel!" Monique called out, smiling brightly as Guy disappeared in the distance.
Chapter Nine: I Love You
Guy tried to run as fast as he could back to the hotel. He even ran across a street with oncoming traffic blaring their horns in anger at him.
He didn't care, he just wanted to get back and see Thomas. Why had this happened so suddenly? These feelings... No, it wasn't so suddenly, he's been feeling these things all along. Guy just didn't realise what it was.
Tears filled his eyes. He felt so awful for abandoning his friend at such a time. "I hope he forgives me..." Guy panted to himself as he ran. The hotel was in view now.
Thomas still stood in front of the window. It had been a good four hours. His glance turned to the clock. 'One in the morning, he's not coming back, is he...' The brunette looked back out the window.
Just then, the door burst open, and Guy stopped to find Bangalter standing in surprise, city lights making the tears on his face shine visibly.
"Guy...." Thomas turned to face him, with his voice a bit grim and soft.
"Tommy... I...." The older boy walked slowly at first, but then quickly ran up to his friend. He jumped and latched his legs around the other's waist, arms around his neck, and Bangalter impulsively held him in his arms.
"I'm so sorry, Tommy...I was wrong to run away... I was just so scared, and I--" Guy said hurriedly, trying to explain, but before he could finish, the other had pressed lips against his own.
He ran his fingers through Thomas' golden-brown hair, leaning into the passionate, bruising kiss. Tears were mingling as cheeks brushed against each other.
"Thomas....." Guy-Manuel murmured, looking up at the boy holding him. "I love you."
Thomas Bangalter/Guy-Manuel de Homem-Christo
Rated M for later chapters. This is a love story, not a PWP. XD
Please no flaming!
Chapter One: Do You Think We'll Always Be Like This?
It was a hot summer day on the roads leading out of Oregon. The French duo known commonly as Daft Punk was cutting through the state to get to California. They had touring coming up in a matter of days, and the two figured they might as well stay in the area while everything was set up. Guy-Manuel opened his sleepy eyes, staring out at the dry, rocky canyons they were driving by, pulling his black-brown hair behind his ear. He had his feet up against the dashboard of Thomas' silver Impala.
The two had left early in the morning before it got too hot out. Luckily though, Thomas made sure his car was working properly, and the air conditioning was working wonderfully. It sort of made Bangalter laugh at how ridiculously cold his friend liked to keep the air. He was practically shivering, but Guy found it a quite normal, casual temperature. It was much better than this place, the canyons were so dry and hot, it was dire that they keep it that cold.
"Mm," came a sleepy groan from Guy, looking out the window with half-lidded eyes. "...How much longer?" He asked with a tired slur, accent tinging his voice strongly. Bangalter looked at the time, and back out on the road with a smile tugging at his lips.
"About another hour. Sorry, buddy..." His eyes glanced over to the raven haired boy, who laid his head back against the car seat. Guy-Manuel sighed audibly, staring out the car window at the passing view.
"Hey, Guy-Man...." Thomas asked, getting a small noise from his friend in reply.
"Do you think we'll always be like this? I mean... I'm just really glad things are working for us the way they are..." The brunette comtemplated aloud, smile growing as he thought.
"I just love how life is right now. Here with my best friend, going all over and meeting people who like what we're doing..." Bangalter continued, happily glancing over to Guy. The raven-haired boy had fallen back asleep, listening to Thomas. His smile calmed into a pleasant one, glancing back to the road.
"Sleep well, my friend." He said softly, continuing on his way into California.
Chapter Two: A Bit Introverted, But Softspoken
Slowly, Guy started to stir from his sleep, cracking open his eyes to find the car was parked. It was too bright for him to see where, however.
"Mm....where are we?" The raven-haired boy asked in a sleepy murmur, stretching out and looking over to the driver's seat. Thomas was there, writing down something in his notebook. After a pause to finish writing a sentence, the younger man turned to face Guy.
"Well, we haven't eaten since morning, so I figured we could take a break and get something here." He said with a smile on his face. Bangalter laughed to himself mentally, watching the other regain his senses.
It dawned on the younger man how everyone seemed to misinterpret Guy-Manuel. Everyone seemed to think upon sight that the older boy was moody and introverted. The second, he might be, but he was actually quite a nice person.
A bit introverted, but softspoken. He'd always have a look of irritation about him around the press, but that was the press. Guy had no patience with them, they were harsh and accusatory. He would pull out a smoke and just ask Bangalter to take care of them.
Thomas had more patience with the press. It bothered the both of them that everyone professional seemed to think they were pleased with fame, that they knew they were celebrities. Time and time again, Thomas would tell them that they didn't care about that. That they were and always would be grateful for their fans and progress.
Guy-Manuel was always the quiet, pleasant one, and Bangalter was the fun, loud one. Thomas could see that very clear in his friend, and perhaps he was the only one. Especially when the other was asleep, it came out. He'd always have a peaceful, calm look about him. It was almost beautiful.
That was one of the things Guy liked about Thomas. He knew that he was noisy and fun around people, but when it was just them, Bangalter knew how much he liked silence, and pleasant conversation. When he had to sleep without the other around, the older boy didn't do too well.
But when everything was okay, Guy-Manuel would have this childish look to him, with a soft expression and bright black eyes peering up at Bangalter. It troubled him to say, seeing him like that flooded his stomach with a warm sensation. Nothing bad, exactly, but over the years, Thomas had grown very close to Guy. They were the best of friends. He cared deeply for the other, he was his other half.
"Tommy?" The raven-haired boy called out to his younger friend as these thoughts raced through his mind. Knocked out of his daze, Thomas smiled down at him. "Mm, sorry, Guy.....Shall we?" He asked, wearing that perfect smile and glancing over to the diner they had parked in front of and back to the one in the passenger's seat.
Guy had given him that same look. Those shining ebony eyes, looking up at him with what seemed like innocent curiosity. The warmth flooded his stomach, sending a tingle up through his heart to the throat, and Bangalter started to feel a bit dazed but he kept his expression.
"Ah, sure....Let's go." The older one smiled after a moment, and they got out of the car. He stood, pulling up his tight blue jeans and down his favourite black polo shirt, walking over to go join Thomas in walking inside.
Chapter Three: Make Any Other Just As Happy
"What time is it, anyway, Tommy?" Guy asked casually, slipping his dark coloured locks behind an ear, the shorter bangs falling out over his face again. The two sat in a red booth within the diner by the full pane windows. The sun shone in strongly, and Guy felt a little warmer than liked.
"Oh, it's...." Bangalter looked down to his watch, glimmering silver in the light. He turned it to him, examining the time.
"It's about half past four right now." He finished, looking back up at his friend, blinking curiously when he saw Guy seemed a bit down.
"I didn't mean to sleep so long...I'm sorry." The older boy said quietly, looking down at the table. This shocked Thomas a little bit.
"N-No, I'm the sorry one. I woke you up at six this morning. You needed that sleep, Guy...." Bangalter said, putting on a smile that picked up his friend's mood.
Guy-Manuel noticed a long time ago, there was hardly a damn time where his companion didn't smile. It was such a flawless smile, filled with warmth that could make any other just as happy.
It sort of made Guy's heart jump whenever Thomas smile. Such a cheeful expression on his best friend. His cheeks started to flush a bit, but he ignored the feeling when he saw the waitress come by.
"Alright boys, I have your order right here..." She said casually, setting down two dishes. The two both got burgers and chips, and were just waiting for them to come out by making conversation.
"Thank you, miss..." The brunette boy said, nodding and smiling at the waitress. She gave out a soft giggle, winking at Bangalter and walking off with her tray.
Guy's brows raised in shock and he chuckled, an uncommon thing for him to do. He shook his head, mentally proving to himself that his friend's smile could cheer anyone up. He quickly shoved his thoughts aside, smiling up at Thomas. They proceeded to eat their meal, not talking too much. The most they discussed was plans for the week, and that was it.
The two didn't notice that they were having similar thoughts about each other.
Chapter Four: That Look
After getting back in the car, Guy blinked in question while fastening his seatbelt. "How far from the hotel are we, Tommy?"
Thomas got in the driver's seat, putting his seatbelt on as well and turning on the ignition. "Well, while you came out to smoke, I went and asked. We're about ten minutes from the hotel now."
The older one smiled in relief. 'Finally...' He thought to himself, noticing it was getting a little late. It was around 5:40 now, the sun would be going down soon enough.
They drove out of the parking lot and onto the main street. Guy-Manuel's glance turned to the road, noticing the luxurious view even on the street. He began to space out into a typical silence.
His friend kept quiet until they went into the hotel's underground parking lot. They got their luggage and went to go check in under Thomas' name.
Guy stepped into the elevator with the brunette boy, going up to the twelfth floor. At first, Guy looked out of the glass elevator at the setting sun, but then he glanced quietly over to Thomas, watching him watch the numbers on the elevator count from one to twelve.
Thomas must have noticed he was being glanced at, because he turned around and gave a toothed, kind smile to Guy. "Ha ha...you okay, buddy?" He asked softly, raising a brow.
"Ah..." Guy blushed, averting his gaze in surprise. "Yeah, sorry... Just spacing out." He lied, standing beside his friend and stepping out of the elevator after it opened it's doors.
It was a beautiful room, with a modern feel to it. The walls were painted white, with dark cherry-stained wood lining the bottom. The carpet was a matching white, covering every area except the bathroom. Most of everything was either white or orange in the room.
Against the north wall was a bed. It was quite large, enough to fit four people in it comfortably, with white sheets and orange pillows, and a comforter to match. The frame it rested on was tall, at least two feet. It was wooden, with orange paint over it's smooth surface. Sheer white curtains lined the perimeter of the bed from the ceiling.
The north and west wall were merely a wall made of glass, showing off the gorgeous view of California in the sunset, before it came alive for the night.
At the west wall was a plasma-screen TV and an orange sofa in front of it. In the corner was a potted flower, giving off a faint, pleasant scent to the rest of the room. On the wall opposite was a closet and two couches, and then a corridor leading to a bathroom.
The bathroom was lovely, with white, smooth marble floors and counters. Even the whole bathtub was made of marble. The bathtub was the main view of the room, it was quite large, and next to it was a glass shower stall lined in gold framing.
"I could get used to this...." was the first thing that came from Guy's mouth, as he set down his bags and took off his sneakers. He walked over to the bed and blinked. The bed was so tall it came up right below his chest.
He tried crawling up on the bed but it rejected him, pushing him back down to his feet. Thomas chuckled, walking over to Guy-Manuel and picking him up under the arms.
"H- Hey....I--" The older but shorter boy gasped shyly, squirming. His cheeks were visibly flushed and movements spastic. When Bangalter set him down to sit on the bed, Guy just looked up at him, blinging shyly with rosy cheeks.
'That look....' Thomas' eyes locked with his friend's, and he let down a loud gulp. He felt his throat start to tighten as warmth began to flood his stomach. Before too much, he turned away, smiling weakly.
"Well..." He exhaled, trying to focus. "While you relax, I'll get us unpacked, alright?" The boy said softly, walking over to the luggage with his back turned to a blushing friend.
It got closer to happening. Guy laid down on the bed, pulling out his CD player.
Chapter Five: Something About Us
After Thomas had finished putting away all the clothes, he went to go lay down on the sofa for a bit, scribbling some more in his notebook.
He glanced over to his friend once in a while, who was mumbling indistinctly to 'Forget About the World.' His eyes were closed, earphones in, and laying back down against the bed.
After a few minutes, Thomas got up, closing his notebook and leaving it on the couch and walking over to the closet. Guy-Manuel looked at the time and got up and followed Bangalter.
Guy went into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Thomas blinked, following him in.
"What are you doing?" The taller one blinked, watching his friend.
"I was going to take a shower." The raven-haired boy looked up at Thomas with blinking ebony eyes. He began to blush, looking straight away to avoid it.
"Ah, so was I..." The other said weakly, smiling down at Guy.
"Oh, well you go ahead, sorry...." He smiled, walking out to leave Thomas in the bathroom. Before he had left, the younger man had nodded a thank-you to him, setting his change of clothes down and closing the door to take a shower.
He unbuttoned the khaki shirt he had on and started to unbuckle his belt. When he discarded both to the ground, followed by his pants and boxers.
The whole time he was wearing this odd expression. What was getting into him? He was starting to get shy and tense around a boy he had known for a long time now.
He already knew what it was, but....he wouldn't admit it. Not even to himself. After getting undressed, he slipped into the hot shower, trying to relax a bit.
Meanwhile, Guy was getting his change of clothes out and ready for his turn to shower. He looked behind him and saw the sofa.
Making sure the bathroom door was shut with a glance, he walked slowly over to pick up his friend's notebook. Normally he'd discuss what he was writing and ask for Guy's opinion, but today Bangalter was being a touch secretive. On the last page used was what looked like lyrics.
"It might not be the right time.
I might not be the right one.
But there's something about us I want to say,
'Cause there's something between us anyway.
I might not be the right one.
It might not be the right time.
The there's something about us I'd love to do.
Some kind of secret I will share with you.
I need you more than anything in my life.
I want you more than anything in my life.
I'll miss you more than anyone in my life.
I love you more than anyone in my life."
At the words, Guy-Manuel smiled softly. 'Aww, it was a love song. No wonder why Tommy was being so secretive. He probably felt shy about writing such a sensitive piece.'
The boy left the notebook the way he found it, walking over and gathering his clothes in hand. A moment later, Bangalter came out in just loose jeans and a belt, his black boxers lining the top hem.
His soft, muscular torso was fully exposed. This made the older man blush, with a smile tugging at his lips. Thomas returned the smile, nodding.
"Your turn, sir." He chuckled, walking over to kick back on the bed. Guy went into the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
Chapter Seven: How Sensitive He Looked
The raven-haired boy turned on the water, pulling his polo shirt off and throwing it to the floor. He looked a bit flustered, laying back against the cool wall.
What was wrong with him, feeling so shy about his shirtless friend? It wasn't the first time he had seen Thomas like that, but this time it felt different. Guy's body wasn't like that.
His figure was much more thin. His ribcage was visible and his body was a milky white. Thomas had honey coloured, tanned skin all over, with a six pack, biceps, everything.
It didn't much matter anyways. Guy turned to look over into the mirror, finding his reflection in it. There stood a boy, blushing, flustered without a shirt on.
He noticed how sensitive he looked. His cheeks were flushed, ebony, innocent eyes were glazed. He had a troubled look on and his hair came down over the left half of his face.
Guy's eyes looked over to notice the shower was steaming up. He went ahead and undid his pants, taking the rest of his clothes off.
The hot, stinging water crashed against every pore of his body, causing him to sigh out softly. He leaned forwards, putting his hands against the wall and staring down at the floor.
He blushed heavily, finding that he had an erection from all the thoughts racing through his mind.
"No..." Guy murmured, laying against the glass wall and sliding down to sit in the shower. But the thoughts persisted. Thinking of how Thomas must be right now, laying back on the bed with his eyes closed.
He tried his best to ignore it, continuing his shower.
Bangalter must have fallen asleep on the bed while Guy was taking a shower. He was just laying there, face turned to the side and eyes closed.
The older boy smiled softly, pulling his damp hair behind his ear but, as usual, his bangs came flopping out over the left side of his face.
He walked over, trying to climb up onto the bed. He got on, but lost his balance and fell down on the soft mattress. Once he got back up, he crawled over to put his head down on a pillow.
When he got comfortable, he blushed, looking over at Thomas' sleeping form. The only light on in the room was rather dim. The warm tint cast over his friend's body, making his features stand out even more. Guy got quiet, looking over the sleeping boy.
His muscles seemed to stand out in the dim light, chest slowly rising and falling. This brought a smile to the other's lips. Thomas looked so content. Guy's eyes travelled up to look at his friend's face, but then his eyes widened.
Bangalter had his eyes open, looking straight into ebony ones. He had noticed Guy was looking over his body intently.
"Aah...Um..." Guy-Manuel gasped, his cheeks starting to flush hotly. He couldn't escape the other's solid gaze.
Thomas got up and before the raven-haired boy could respond, he had his best friend on top of him. He didn't look so dominant, but rather....caring.
"I'm sorry, buddy....there's just something I've... been wanting to do." Thomas murmured, looking down into his older friend's eyes.
Guy didn't look scared, just surprised. He looked up at the other with surprised, innocent eyes, and parted lips.
"I...." The one below exhaled softly, the blush on his cheeks quite obvious. He still had the erection he had gotten before the shower, and it seemed to grow a bit worse. Guy hoped to anything that Thomas wouldn't notice.
With his free hand, Thomas caressed the other's cheek tenderly. Guy-Manuel leaned into it, looking sideways up still at the one above him.
Slowly, Bangalter leaned in close, causing the older one to close his eyes. He don't know what got into him, but he leaned up until their lips were brushing.
They shared a soft kiss, followed by another, and another until it turned into a slow pace. Guy's hands slid up, wrapping loosely around his friend's neck. Thomas ran a hand down the smaller male's side, parting from the kisses.
"I love you, Guy-Manuel." Bangalter murmured softly, looking down into his dazed eyes. He gasped softly, biting his lip.
"I...I love you, Tommy..... I do~" He said softly, quickly leaning up to pull Thomas into an even more passionate kiss than before.
They laid like that, Thomas on top of Guy, his arms around the younger friend's neck. Guy blushed softly, running his tongue over Bangalter's bottom lip.
He responded in kind, slipping his tongue out to meet his friend's and into Guy's mouth, danced around each other. Guy was losing pace of his breathing and he was going dazed.
'What am I doing.....?' The older one asked himself internally. He started to panic. 'This will ruin everything....'
He pushed Thomas off, and sat up on the edge of the bed. "No...we...can't do this, Tommy..." Guy said softly, getting off the bed.
Thomas sat there in shock and worry.
"What? Guy....please.... I thought you said you loved me...." He looked at the other, with a sad frown on his face. Guy saw it, and it was like venom to the heart. He had to look away, it hurt so bad.
"I do.... I have... I.... Just need to get out of here for a few minutes and think." The older boy said, flustered as he grabbed his key.
"Can I join you...?" Bangalter asked desperately. It was so unlike him, he knew better than to get in his friend's space. He was more respectful than this.
"No, Tommy, I'm sorry.... I'll be back soon." Guy said, looking at the other before walking out of the hotel room.
Thomas sat there, alone in the dark. For one of the few times, he had a sad look on his face.
"I've ruined everything, haven't I...?" He whispered in a choked voice, a hand flying over his mouth as he started to cry.
Chapter Eight: Right There, Screaming Your Name
Guy-Manuel darted out of the elevator, towards the door.
"Sir....?" The receptionist blinked.
"I'll be back in a little while." Guy said, not turning to face him. He continued to walk out the hotel. All he wanted was to get far away, somewhere quiet, and try to think.
Nowhere was quiet in the city here, though. He looked and looked and then he gave up, sitting at an empty bus stop.
What had gotten into him, provoking Thomas like that? No, what was he saying? He had been feeling the same way for him.
Guy was the one blushing and thinking of his friend, he was the one who got excited, seeing him shirtless.
The older man was so confused, he didn't know what to think. One thing in his mind was certain, though.
He was scared. Not just scared, frightened. He didn't want to lose his best friend. Didn't want to lose what they had, professionally or personally.
Bangalter just stood in the dark, staring out the window with tears streaking his face. He watched the cars going by, with an almost broken look on his face. Would Guy come back like he said? Or did he just say that to get away?
For hours, he stood there, hoping that the door behind him would open.
Guy winced, tears dropping onto the concrete beneath him. Footsteps started to approach his direction. A person sat on the bench next to him, but he was too scared it might be Thomas to look.
It was a woman. A husky african-american woman in her thirties or forties. She looked kind, sitting beside the crying teenager.
"What's wrong, honey? You're definitely upset." The woman asked, with an all-too-American accent.
"I......think I may have lost my best friend." Guy-Manuel choked on his contrasting French tinge, almost surprising the woman that he was foreign.
"How long 'you known them?" She asked putting a hand on Guy-Manuel's back, rubbing it in comfort.
"Years. I.....don't want us to lose what we have. " He said softly, his sobbing calming down a little bit as more tears dropped.
"They want to get with you?" The husky woman asked softly, leaning over to see the boy's face.
"Mm..." He nodded, looking up to her with a tear-stained face. "Yeah, he told me tonight that he loves me... I don't want to ruin what we have..."
It surprised the woman when Guy said 'he'. But she shook it off and saw that he was looking up at her with a tear-stained face.
"Now, honey.... do you love him?" She asked firmly, eyes looking at the younger boy expectantly. He blinked, looking down for a minute.
"I....Yes, I do." Guy said, nodding softly and wiping his tears away.
"If you two love each other, then you won't ruin anything. You're ruining it by rejecting what is supposed to be happening." The woman said softly, smiling down at the musician.
"What's your name?" She asked, looking down at him.
"Guy-Manuel....and you, ma'am?" Guy smiled a bit, sitting up to face her.
"My name? Monique. I'm just curious, what's a Frenchman like you doing in America?" She asked curiously.
"My best friend and I are touring music here in a few days." The raven-haired boy explained, the sorrow gone from his voice.
"Would you....like to see us?" Guy asked shyly, looking down.
"Sure, I'd love to, honey. What's your group called?"
"Daft Punk."
Her eyebrows raised and she smiled. "Ohhh, I've heard of you guys. A whole lotta people love you over here." Monique chuckled softly.
"Here, I want you to have these. Thanks so much, ma'am." Guy-Manuel smiled, pulling a show ticket out of his pocket. It was front row.
With that, he gave her a hug. "Aww, thanks so much, baby. I'll be sure to be right there, screaming your name." She returned the tight hug, and patted him on the back.
"Now go get a move-on, tell that boy how you feel!" Monique called out, smiling brightly as Guy disappeared in the distance.
Chapter Nine: I Love You
Guy tried to run as fast as he could back to the hotel. He even ran across a street with oncoming traffic blaring their horns in anger at him.
He didn't care, he just wanted to get back and see Thomas. Why had this happened so suddenly? These feelings... No, it wasn't so suddenly, he's been feeling these things all along. Guy just didn't realise what it was.
Tears filled his eyes. He felt so awful for abandoning his friend at such a time. "I hope he forgives me..." Guy panted to himself as he ran. The hotel was in view now.
Thomas still stood in front of the window. It had been a good four hours. His glance turned to the clock. 'One in the morning, he's not coming back, is he...' The brunette looked back out the window.
Just then, the door burst open, and Guy stopped to find Bangalter standing in surprise, city lights making the tears on his face shine visibly.
"Guy...." Thomas turned to face him, with his voice a bit grim and soft.
"Tommy... I...." The older boy walked slowly at first, but then quickly ran up to his friend. He jumped and latched his legs around the other's waist, arms around his neck, and Bangalter impulsively held him in his arms.
"I'm so sorry, Tommy...I was wrong to run away... I was just so scared, and I--" Guy said hurriedly, trying to explain, but before he could finish, the other had pressed lips against his own.
He ran his fingers through Thomas' golden-brown hair, leaning into the passionate, bruising kiss. Tears were mingling as cheeks brushed against each other.
"Thomas....." Guy-Manuel murmured, looking up at the boy holding him. "I love you."