Fic: Random Ramblings - Trason
Title: Random Ramblings
Pairing: Trace Cyrus/Mason Musso (Metro Station)
Rating: Very light R
Word Count: 565
Summary: Mason's random ramblings about Trace. Pretty fluffy.
Disclaimer: I do not own them. Sigh. :P Also, I apologise if you see this more than once.
Yeah, so they all think he’s this superior being, so ‘hot’ and ‘amazing’ and ‘perfect’. They may be right, but they don’t see him like I do. I’ve seen him when he was nothing, completely broken down, feeling worthless and unwanted. Despite what it would do to his ego, I knew pretty much for a fact that he had never been unwanted, least of all by me.
***
I can make him fall apart underneath me (or on top; depends on the mood), and he can make me fall apart, and that reciprocation means so much. No one can make him feel like I can make him feel, and it still enthrals me every time he tells me that, whether it’s soppy and romantic or steamy and passionate, me buried deep inside him as he mumbles incoherently.
***
I’m the one he comes to after a hard day (or just any day) just to cuddle of all things. If he’s coming down from a bad high, I won’t necessarily like it, but I’ll be there. I understand that there are things he needs to do, even if he’s stupid and infuriating at times, and just let him figure some things out. I trust him not to screw up too badly, and he trusts me to be there if he does.
***
Okay, so I appreciate all the fans, because we wouldn’t be where we are today without them, but sometimes they take things too far. After a while, it gets easier to block out squeals of, “OMG! Trace! I love you so much! I want your babies,” and whatever, but it’s pretty damn infuriating to have to pull pre-teen girls off of him then watch him flinch as he sees the crescent-shaped nail indents in whatever part of him they happened to latch on to. Of course, since the first time that happened, he uses the “mobbed by fangirls” excuse to cover up any other marks he might have, courtesy of yours truly. Not that I’m smug or anything.
***
I get jealous sometimes. I know it’s a natural thing, but I can’t really help it. The screaming fangirls are one thing, but just seeing him get tattooed by someone makes me feel uneasy. It’s pathetic, I know, because I can touch him in so many other ways, make him feel things that no one else can, but I get possessive sometimes. Maybe it’s unhealthy, and I shouldn’t feel so in love if it’s gone that far, but I can’t help it. God, I sound so emo.
***
You’d think that since Trace so rarely wears shirts, the novelty should have worn off by now, but it really hasn’t. He can just stand up or stretch or something and I’ll see the way his muscles pull, and wow. I’m so totally gone for this guy! Aside from him being so gorgeous anyway, he’s an absolute work of art. I could stare at his tattoos every day and still notice something I didn’t before each time. I know he catches me staring, because he’ll smirk and raise his eyebrows suggestively if we’re in public, or if we’re just lying in bed after the aftermath of sex, he’ll just stare at my face until we make eye-contact, and we’ll kiss, and there will be something in there which makes me remember why I fell in love with him in the first place.
Pairing: Trace Cyrus/Mason Musso (Metro Station)
Rating: Very light R
Word Count: 565
Summary: Mason's random ramblings about Trace. Pretty fluffy.
Disclaimer: I do not own them. Sigh. :P Also, I apologise if you see this more than once.
Yeah, so they all think he’s this superior being, so ‘hot’ and ‘amazing’ and ‘perfect’. They may be right, but they don’t see him like I do. I’ve seen him when he was nothing, completely broken down, feeling worthless and unwanted. Despite what it would do to his ego, I knew pretty much for a fact that he had never been unwanted, least of all by me.
***
I can make him fall apart underneath me (or on top; depends on the mood), and he can make me fall apart, and that reciprocation means so much. No one can make him feel like I can make him feel, and it still enthrals me every time he tells me that, whether it’s soppy and romantic or steamy and passionate, me buried deep inside him as he mumbles incoherently.
***
I’m the one he comes to after a hard day (or just any day) just to cuddle of all things. If he’s coming down from a bad high, I won’t necessarily like it, but I’ll be there. I understand that there are things he needs to do, even if he’s stupid and infuriating at times, and just let him figure some things out. I trust him not to screw up too badly, and he trusts me to be there if he does.
***
Okay, so I appreciate all the fans, because we wouldn’t be where we are today without them, but sometimes they take things too far. After a while, it gets easier to block out squeals of, “OMG! Trace! I love you so much! I want your babies,” and whatever, but it’s pretty damn infuriating to have to pull pre-teen girls off of him then watch him flinch as he sees the crescent-shaped nail indents in whatever part of him they happened to latch on to. Of course, since the first time that happened, he uses the “mobbed by fangirls” excuse to cover up any other marks he might have, courtesy of yours truly. Not that I’m smug or anything.
***
I get jealous sometimes. I know it’s a natural thing, but I can’t really help it. The screaming fangirls are one thing, but just seeing him get tattooed by someone makes me feel uneasy. It’s pathetic, I know, because I can touch him in so many other ways, make him feel things that no one else can, but I get possessive sometimes. Maybe it’s unhealthy, and I shouldn’t feel so in love if it’s gone that far, but I can’t help it. God, I sound so emo.
***
You’d think that since Trace so rarely wears shirts, the novelty should have worn off by now, but it really hasn’t. He can just stand up or stretch or something and I’ll see the way his muscles pull, and wow. I’m so totally gone for this guy! Aside from him being so gorgeous anyway, he’s an absolute work of art. I could stare at his tattoos every day and still notice something I didn’t before each time. I know he catches me staring, because he’ll smirk and raise his eyebrows suggestively if we’re in public, or if we’re just lying in bed after the aftermath of sex, he’ll just stare at my face until we make eye-contact, and we’ll kiss, and there will be something in there which makes me remember why I fell in love with him in the first place.