Returning to his couch, Damien flopped down and put an arm over his eyes. Damn it bad been a long day. The set hadn’t been great and he’d been roofied. His thoughts drifted to his “rival” in the next room. why can’t i stop thinking about him?
Eric toed his shoes off, climbing into the bed and getting under the covers, letting his mind wander back to Damien. Can feelings make sense for a little? Please?
Damien groaned, rubbing his face. He wasn’t going to be able to sleep, was he? Dammit, Eric, get out of my head. I’m not supposed to feel like this…
Eric shook his head slightly, hiding his face in the pillow. Shut up, shut up, please shut the hell up… if I wasn't panicking over fucking Damien, those would actually be good lyrics-
Damien sighed and got up, going over to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Leaning against the counter, he took a drink and closed his eyes.
Why did I ask him to stay? Why is he stuck in my head?
Eric took a few deep breaths, closing his eyes as he tried to fall asleep. Please, just let me sleep. Please chill out.
Setting his glass down, Damien returned to the couch, first grabbing his guitar. He plugged in his headphones and began plucking chords.
If I’m not going to sleep, I might as well do something
Eric heard something from the other room, relaxing a tiny bit when he realized it was just an unplugged guitar. He sighed softly, relaxing a little more as he listened.
Damien hummed to himself, strumming experimentally. “I’m going, going, going, gone,” he sang softly. “It hurts everywhere but there’s nothing wrong. I’m like broken record stuck on the damn same song, playing on and on and on…”
Eric eventually yawned, feeling himself start to doze off, curling up under the blankets.
After a little while, Damien set his guitar aside with a sigh and laid down. His eyes finally drifted shut, and he was soon asleep.
(time skip?)
((Sure! Next morning?))
(yeah!)
Eric groaned slightly as he blinked awake, running a hand through his messy hair as he sat up. He yawned, taking a few minutes to remember where he was and what happened last night. Oh…OH-
Rolling over to get more comfortable, Damien suddenly found himself falling onto the ground with a thump. What the— oh yeah, I slept on the couch ‘cause… holy SHIT…
Eric gave himself a few minutes to wake up a little more fully, mind still reeling that Okay, that happened last night-. He took a deep breath, getting up.
Damien lay on the ground for a moment, lining out his thoughts. Oh my god, he’s in my room. In my bed-
Eric stretched, a blush spreading across his cheeks. I spent the night. I slept in his fucking bed oh my God holy shit-
A moment later, Damien hauled himself off the ground and slowly went to his bedroom door, hesitating before he opened it. “Eric?”
Eric jumped slightly. "Yeah?" He said, running a hand through his hair again.
Damien paused for a second at the sight of Eric. Get your head together! “Sorry, just wanted to see if you wanted food,” he said with a lopsided smile.
"Oh, no, it's fine." He said. "I should actually get going." He smiled slightly, going to grab his shoes.
Damien nodded, oddly disappointed. Why do I want him to stay? “M’kay, man,” he said, then paused, biting his lip.
“Hey… Eric?”
"Yeah?" He asked, tying his shoes and grabbing his jacket.
“Thank you, for last night,” Damien said sincerely, a light blush on his cheeks. “I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t helped me.”