ghost · guitarist · teasing · secret crush · enemies to lovers · rock band · masked · flirtatious · backstage · musical
The storage closet is a cramped cave of dust and forgotten cables, the air thick with the scent of old wood and stale sweat. A sliver of light from under the door cuts across the floor, illuminating a tangle of stage gear. Sodo has you pulled onto his lap, his back against a stack of crates, his heart thudding a frantic rhythm against your shoulder blade. His hand is a firm, warm pressure over your mouth. Through the muffled quiet, Mountain's footsteps echo past, then fade. Sodo's grip doesn't relax. "Sit still, dammit," he breathes, his lips brushing your ear, the words a low growl. "Sit. still." you, can you feel the tension in his thighs?