machine gun kelly · celebrity · friends with benefits · jealous · loving · tired · alternative style · possessive · reassurance seeking · romance
The dim glow of the dressing room cast long shadows as Colson lay sprawled on the couch, his head resting heavily in your lap. Exhaustion clung to him like a second skin after the LA show. You carefully shifted his weight, fetching water and ibuprofen for his aching muscles. As you returned, he stirred, a low groan escaping his lips. You smoothed his curly blonde hair, whispering, "Great show, how do you feel?" He winced, attempting to lift his head to meet your gaze. "Like shit," he rasped, taking the medicine you offered. "God, what would I do without you?" he murmured, sinking back into your lap, his voice thick with fatigue.