Written for Hector Rashbaum for the 2009 xmas_rocks exchange
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Life wasn't fair. He hadn't wanted to do this in the first place and it was only because Sav whined so much that he agreed to go along and now, listening to the thinly disguised snorts of amusement from beside him he was beginning to think that Sav might even have had some hand in this. So far, his day had consisted of a long, very rough flight to the middle of somewhere that looked like it could be a postcard for a warzone, being informed that their luggage had not made the trip and then suddenly it had, and now here they were at what was supposed to be a four-star hotel and finding out they had one room between them and that due to renovations and construction there was a good chance there would be no hot water and the kitchen was already closed.
He was tired, filthy and hungry. He wanted a hot shower, a hot meal, a cold drink and bed - in that order. What he was going to get was a lukewarm shower (maybe), vending machine food (if he was lucky) and a snoring Sav in the bed beside him. Leaving Sav at the desk he started toward the stairs, promising himself this would never happen again. Sometimes, Viv thought, being a rock star was not anywhere near as much fun as it should be.
The room was everything he expected - small, smelly and cold. Nice be damned, he was getting in the shower first and after flinging his bag near the vicinity of the bed he ran for the bathroom, stripping as he went. He nearly killed himself taking off his shoes and jeans at full speed, stopping only long enough to thrust his underwear down and kick it to the side before slamming the door behind him, flicking on the light and breathing a relieved sigh to see a large stack of fluffy towels. If Sav's shower was cold it wasn't his problem, so he cranked the water on as hot as it would go and once it got as warm as he figured it ever would he took his time, even going so far as to wash his hair twice. He only shut off the water and climbed out when he felt it getting too cold to stand, and after using two towels for his hair and wrapping a third round his waist he left the bathroom, giving Sav a smug grin as he headed for his suitcase to find something clean. He should have known something was up when Sav just grinned back. He really should have gotten a clue when Sav took his entire bag into the bathroom with him. He didn't. Instead, he was still mentally patting himself on the back when he noticed his suitcase was sitting neatly on the end of the bed, and after giving a wave of thanks at the closed door he unzipped it, only then realizing that, while it was indeed very similar, that this was not his bag. The stream of curses he let out must have been louder than he thought or Sav had his ear to the door because he could hear the peals of laughter. Flinging open the lid, he stood gaping at the clothes inside, his mind trying to get a grip on what he was seeing. It didn't, and he saw his hand reach out, he felt the cloth under his fingers, and it still just had not registered in his brian. Not until he pulled the full-length skirt out. Viv let out a tiny moan and began to paw through the rest, finding more skirts, jumpers, tights, lacy underthings, more lacy underthings, a dress and even a few pairs of heels. While he would admit to having a few rather frilly things for the stage, these were actually women's clothes, and while he hated the idea of putting anything back on that he had been wearing all day he was stuck, so with a sigh he turned round and looked for.... Everything was gone, including his shoes. Behind the closed door, Sav slid to the floor, weak with laughter at the loud and curse-filled tirade that shook the walls.
Eventually it got quiet. Wincing at the loud click of the lock disengaging, Sav eased open the door and poked his head out, fully prepared to leap back inside and slam it shut if Viv rushed him, but instead all he saw was a blanket wrapped figure from which deep blue eyes glared. "Should have taken those too," Sav muttered to himself, stepping cautiously into the room and keeping a wary eye on Viv. He didn't turn his back on Viv, instead backing toward the dresser and keeping his own bag firmly clutched in his hand. He knew Viv wasn't going to give up this easily, and he was fully prepared for the attack if (when) it came, but he was determined his own clothes weren't going the same route. As soon as he was well clear of the door Viv was up and running into the bathroom, and the screech that came from there when he saw the tub filled with water and his clothes, shoes and the remaining towels submerged in said water sent Sav off into another laughing fit. He charged back out, ready to launch himself at the entirely (in his opinion) too amused bassist and was brought up short when he realized he had dropped the last towel and it was now held in Sav's grasp. "Give me that!" "Sorry, can't do that. You'd best hurry and get dressed though or I'm leaving without you." Viv forgot all about being naked. "Leave? Where?" "Food. I'm starving." "Bring me something," Viv mumbled, starting for the bed and the blankets. "Can't do that." Sav snickered at the scowl on Viv's face. "Anyone ever tell you that your ass is white enough to blind?" "Anyone ever tell you that you can easily be killed in your sleep?" Snatching up the discarded blanket, Viv once more wrapped it round himself. "Come on, Sav, I'm hungry. Just bring me something." "Can't do it." Sav started for the door. "If you change your mind, I'll be at the place next door. Doesn't look like much but at least the food should be hot, but the man at the desk said they're not open past nine." "Fine," Viv snarled, "go. I'll just get something from the machines." Sav nodded, his expression benign. "You could, except you need money for that." "I have...." Realizing where his money had been, Viv groaned and threw himself backwards on the bed. "You did," Sav said evilly, patting his pocket. "I hate you." "I'll bring you a mint." And sill laughing, Sav left.
The first thing Sav realized was that Viv did not make a pretty woman. The second thing was that laughing hysterically while trying to swallow was dangerous. Choking, his face red and his eyes streaming, he slumped over the table as Viv flung himself into the booth opposite, his eyes as furious as Sav had ever seen. "The jumper," he finally managed to gasp, "matches your eyes." "Shut up. I hate you, and since you have all the money you're paying," Viv hissed, flipping Sav the finger as he opened the menu. Letting his eyes roam the greasy, stained pages, he refused to look up at the rather apprehensive approach of the waitress to take his order. The expression on her face then was nothing compared to the one she wore after he growled out his choices, and she skittered away as fast as she could, still frantically scribbling on the pad. Figuring it was best to simply be quiet and eat, Sav did, and since Viv was in no mood to talk either the meal passed in silence. As soon as he finished, Viv escaped, leaving Sav to pay the check and ignore the curious looks from the few patrons and staff that remained. Before he left, he helped himself to one of the red and white mints that sat in a basket on the counter, and he took his time walking back to the room, figuring that when he got there all hell would break loose. He was surprised at the silence that greeted him. Viv was already in bed, his body a vague lump under the blankets. Unsure how long the uneasy truce would last, he put his bag on the far side of the bed and sat on the edge to remove his shoes, wishing he had eyes in the back of his head to see exactly what Viv was doing. In a way, he felt bad, not so much for the loss of Viv's luggage or the situation with the room or even making him go out to eat, but he didn't want there to be any animosity between them. He genuinely liked Viv, and while it was hard to rattle the man most of the time, he figured this had done it. Shoes off, he removed his socks and stood to rid himself of his jeans, giving them a half fold and laying them on top of his bag before sitting back down, the bedsprings giving a soft sigh as they accepted his weight. Shirt next, and he shivered, noticing the chill in the air. Bending, he rummaged through the bag, finding a pair of sweats and drawing them out, hesitating before he pulled them on and glancing over his shoulder. The room, lit only by the lamp next to the bed, wasn't bright enough to allow him to see Viv's face but he knew by the pattern of his breathing that he wasn't asleep. "Are you warm enough?" He got a grunt in return. "Viv, look, I'm sorry." He turned his body to stretch out on his side, dropping the sweats beside the bed and propping his head on his head. "I did bring you a mint." He set the candy on the swell he knew was Viv's shoulder. "Come on, don't be all pissed about this. You would have done the same thing to me." Viv rolled onto his back, enabling him to look at Sav. "I would have," he admitted. "You make an ugly woman," Sav grinned. "Thanks. You wouldn't." "Fuck you," Sav grumbled through a snicker. "Do you want something to sleep in?" Viv shrugged. "Got something. Actually, they feel kind of good, but if you tell anyone I said that, especially Phil, I'll kill you." Sav rolled his eyes. "I'm not telling any of them any of this." He got up and pulled back the blankets on his side of the bed. "And if they ever try to make me do this again I'm not going. Joe's the singer, let him fly off to do the interviews and the promos." He climbed back in, pulling the covers over himself as he stretched out. "Get the light, would you?" Viv reached out and the Sav heard a click, the faint light that had stained his closed lids gone. He felt Viv settle back down, and he shifted closer, seeking the warmth that Viv's body had brought to the chilled sheets. His hand brushed something and he froze, the feel of a soft slickness surprising him. "Viv? What are you wearing?" "What do you think?" Sav knew he shouldn't but he couldn't help himself. This time the move was deliberate and he stroked the point of Viv's hip, feeling the tips of his fingers glide easily over the silk. He heard Viv's swift intake of breath and grew bolder, moving his hand around and spreading his fingers over Viv's stomach, feeling the line of hair that vanished under the waistband. "Soft," he murmured. Viv didn't answer, but he knew if Sav's hand moved even a tiny bit lower he was going to find that not everything was soft. The memories of past times and the smooth, clinging fabric had been teasing his cock since the moment he had pulled the panties on, and now there was a good sized wet spot from the friction, and Sav's smallest finger was only a hairsbreadth from finding it. He started to move his hand, planning on catching Sav's and keeping it from continuing its exploration, but then Sav curled his fingers just enough and the pressure was delicious and he couldn't so when that last small space was breached and he felt the brush of Sav's finger over the tip of his cock he gasped and arched, pushing his hips forward into the touch. It was decadent, it was perverse, and it was perfect. The heat of his flesh, the heat of Sav's hand, and between them the thin barrier of silk and he squeezed his eyes shut, tipping his head back into Sav's shoulder as he leaned over him, his breath licking over Viv's cheek as he rubbed and stroked and grasped and pulled, laughing softly as Viv's hips began a frantic dance, his ass pushing back into Sav's crotch and then thrusting forward to seek more of his hand. Wrong or not, he didn't care, and if wearing these things was responsible for the insane pleasure he was getting out of nothing more than a rough wank he'd wear them again, and again. His breath was coming in fast sobs, his fingers curling round Sav's forearm and trying to force his hand harder against him, and he knew he was going to come and he forgot everything, caution and sense gone out the window and he turned his head, seeking Sav's mouth, finding it waiting and he wailed against the hard thrust of his tongue as his mind exploded and he jerked wildly against Sav's hand, hot spurts of come making the silk even more slick, his back bowing with the intensity of release. It took a few minutes for him to return to sanity, but when he did he froze, his body still languishing under the spell of pleasure but his mind was racing, and he wondered.... "Phil won't be jealous, will he?" Sav murmured in his ear. "Only that it wasn't him." Viv turned his head, trying to see Sav's expression. "You knew?" "Yeah." Viv might have been able to think of something to say but the continued gentle caress of Sav's hand was distracting. Instead he reached up and touched his jaw, smiling when he felt the movement of muscle that told him Sav was smiling as well. He shifted, feeling something under his shoulder when he turned and he reached for it, finding the small wrapped candy. The crinkle of the wrapper seemed extraordinarily loud, and he heard Sav snicker. Popping it in his mouth, he put the flat of his hand against Sav's shoulder and pushed him onto his back, rolling as well until it was his turn to loom over him. "What are you doing?" Viv's answer was made without words, and in the last moment of clarity that Sav's mind had for quite a while, he decided he was buying Viv a bag of mints every week.
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