fic: Our Hollywood Veins [bandom; Tyler/Curtis]
Title: Our Hollywood Veins
Fandom/Pairing: Bandom, yo! Tyler/Curtis
Warnings: PG-13. RPS, Slash, smoking!kink
Summary: Tyler pays an unexpected visit to Curtis after one of his Los Angeles shows. Tyler is his usual cocky self and Curtis is helpless.
A/N: And now for something completely different, y/y? Sometimes I just can't help myself. Darla is the coolest chick drummer ever, so she's included. For pirateluver who gets me. Tyler and Curtis belong to themselves, I make no profit.
Our Hollywood Veins
The show had been good, almost too good. It was the kind of show that gave him a natural high. He felt invincible up on that small stage, giving his all to rock and roll and the crowd loving him for it. On nights like these, he never wanted his set to end.
"You don't know a thing...about falling in love." Curtis finished, listening to the feedback and the screams of the crowd for a moment before pulling the plug on his bass. He smiled, thanked the crowd, and then turned to his bandmates.
Daniel, his guitarist, gave him a nod of the head that meant 'great show.' He'd been on the road with his two friends for so long now that they could speak volumes in mere physical gesture and monosyllabic sounds. He returned the gesture and then went to help Darla with her drums.
Darla was all smiles for Curtis. She was a goddess of a drummer and Curtis knew he was lucky to have her talent support him. She was also in love with him, but kind enough to know that Curtis' love life was a complicated mess.
"You were amazing as always." she said sweetly, tucking her drumsticks into a cloth case.
Curtis grinned and caught her up in a hug. "But never as much as you, babe. Meet you upstairs in the green room." Curtis said it as fact, not question, and released her. He started to go, but then felt Darla's warm fingers catch him by the wrist.
He raised his dark eyebrows in question.
Darla took a step closer, her face suddenly serious, and stood on tiptoe to whisper something into his ear. The sudden twist of Curtis' stomach made him want to disappear. It wasn't
Darla's warm breath against his ear that affected him, but what she had said.
Tyler was upstairs. Waiting for him.
Suddenly overwrought with panic and an underlying desire that he refused to admit to Darla, he stepped away from her and looked up to the green room. He couldn't see anyone through the windows. There was no way he could have kept his shows secret, but last he knew of Tyler was that he was halfway across the United States trying to work on his own album. It had been a sudden end to a fiery relationship ,with Tyler leaving Curtis' life exactly how he had entered it: a dip of his head and a smirk that screamed sin. He had left Curtis high and dry, full of unanswered questions and an anger that overshadowed his broken heart.
He knew he'd have to face him. He couldn't look back, not wanting to see the look on Darla's face. Without another thought, he took the stairs to the doom. Or was it his salvation?
Several things occurred to Curtis when he was finally inside the green room and the door was closed behind him. First, was the deadly quiet that enveloped the room. After being on stage, the silence made his ears ring. The room was empty save for Tyler, sprawled on a couch looking like the devil himself. Curtis stared and stood his ground, watching as Tyler sucked on a cigarette, blowing clove-scented smoke into the room. Through dark lashes, Tyler's light blue eyes challenged him. Despite all his inner protestations, Curtis was already waving his white flag of surrender. He knew the battle was over before it could even begin. Tyler was his one true weakness and his defenses were nothing to just the mere sight of him.
"Those will kill you one day." he said, crossing his arms across his chest.
Taking another drag in response, Tyler pointed at Curtis with lazy accusation. "Let me guess. You quit."
"Yeah, I did." Curtis said, trying to sound righteous but he knew he just sounded stupid and petulant. He was losing already.
"Curtis, you were always so fucking good." Tyler said ambiguously.
His legs moved of his own accord and Curtis found himself plucking the cigarette from Tyler's fingers, careful not to touch him. The harsh tang of smoke burned his lungs when he took his first drag, but it was worth it for the look of sheer want in Tyler's eyes as he watched. "Why are you here?" Curtis asked, through his exhale of smoke.
"You know why."
"I thought you were in Nashville." Curtis protested.
Tyler shrugged lazily. "I was. And now I'm here." he said, as if the conversation was too boring for more elaborate answers.
Tyler's attitude brought back the forgotten anger Curtis felt towards him. "You can't do this," he growled, dropping the cigarette and smashing it with the toe of his boot, "you can't just show up here unannounced and expect me to drop everything to come running."
Squinting at Curtis incredulously, Tyler smirked. "And yet, I did. And it worked."
He drew himself up off the couch and stood eye to eye with Curtis. "Honestly, Curtis, you didn't miss me? Not even a little?"
Being this close to him, Curtis knew it was over. He couldn't even lie to himself, let alone the man he so desperately needed to not want. "Of course I did." he breathed.
"Good." Tyler grinned.
Curtis didn't even have the chance to breath before Tyler had captured his lips possessively. He found himself pressed up against the dirty wood paneling of the green room, his lips bruised with Tyler's kisses. He clung to him like a drowning man and when Tyler's hand slipped down the front of his jeans, he knew he was lost.
Fandom/Pairing: Bandom, yo! Tyler/Curtis
Warnings: PG-13. RPS, Slash, smoking!kink
Summary: Tyler pays an unexpected visit to Curtis after one of his Los Angeles shows. Tyler is his usual cocky self and Curtis is helpless.
A/N: And now for something completely different, y/y? Sometimes I just can't help myself. Darla is the coolest chick drummer ever, so she's included. For pirateluver who gets me. Tyler and Curtis belong to themselves, I make no profit.
Our Hollywood Veins
The show had been good, almost too good. It was the kind of show that gave him a natural high. He felt invincible up on that small stage, giving his all to rock and roll and the crowd loving him for it. On nights like these, he never wanted his set to end.
"You don't know a thing...about falling in love." Curtis finished, listening to the feedback and the screams of the crowd for a moment before pulling the plug on his bass. He smiled, thanked the crowd, and then turned to his bandmates.
Daniel, his guitarist, gave him a nod of the head that meant 'great show.' He'd been on the road with his two friends for so long now that they could speak volumes in mere physical gesture and monosyllabic sounds. He returned the gesture and then went to help Darla with her drums.
Darla was all smiles for Curtis. She was a goddess of a drummer and Curtis knew he was lucky to have her talent support him. She was also in love with him, but kind enough to know that Curtis' love life was a complicated mess.
"You were amazing as always." she said sweetly, tucking her drumsticks into a cloth case.
Curtis grinned and caught her up in a hug. "But never as much as you, babe. Meet you upstairs in the green room." Curtis said it as fact, not question, and released her. He started to go, but then felt Darla's warm fingers catch him by the wrist.
He raised his dark eyebrows in question.
Darla took a step closer, her face suddenly serious, and stood on tiptoe to whisper something into his ear. The sudden twist of Curtis' stomach made him want to disappear. It wasn't
Darla's warm breath against his ear that affected him, but what she had said.
Tyler was upstairs. Waiting for him.
Suddenly overwrought with panic and an underlying desire that he refused to admit to Darla, he stepped away from her and looked up to the green room. He couldn't see anyone through the windows. There was no way he could have kept his shows secret, but last he knew of Tyler was that he was halfway across the United States trying to work on his own album. It had been a sudden end to a fiery relationship ,with Tyler leaving Curtis' life exactly how he had entered it: a dip of his head and a smirk that screamed sin. He had left Curtis high and dry, full of unanswered questions and an anger that overshadowed his broken heart.
He knew he'd have to face him. He couldn't look back, not wanting to see the look on Darla's face. Without another thought, he took the stairs to the doom. Or was it his salvation?
Several things occurred to Curtis when he was finally inside the green room and the door was closed behind him. First, was the deadly quiet that enveloped the room. After being on stage, the silence made his ears ring. The room was empty save for Tyler, sprawled on a couch looking like the devil himself. Curtis stared and stood his ground, watching as Tyler sucked on a cigarette, blowing clove-scented smoke into the room. Through dark lashes, Tyler's light blue eyes challenged him. Despite all his inner protestations, Curtis was already waving his white flag of surrender. He knew the battle was over before it could even begin. Tyler was his one true weakness and his defenses were nothing to just the mere sight of him.
"Those will kill you one day." he said, crossing his arms across his chest.
Taking another drag in response, Tyler pointed at Curtis with lazy accusation. "Let me guess. You quit."
"Yeah, I did." Curtis said, trying to sound righteous but he knew he just sounded stupid and petulant. He was losing already.
"Curtis, you were always so fucking good." Tyler said ambiguously.
His legs moved of his own accord and Curtis found himself plucking the cigarette from Tyler's fingers, careful not to touch him. The harsh tang of smoke burned his lungs when he took his first drag, but it was worth it for the look of sheer want in Tyler's eyes as he watched. "Why are you here?" Curtis asked, through his exhale of smoke.
"You know why."
"I thought you were in Nashville." Curtis protested.
Tyler shrugged lazily. "I was. And now I'm here." he said, as if the conversation was too boring for more elaborate answers.
Tyler's attitude brought back the forgotten anger Curtis felt towards him. "You can't do this," he growled, dropping the cigarette and smashing it with the toe of his boot, "you can't just show up here unannounced and expect me to drop everything to come running."
Squinting at Curtis incredulously, Tyler smirked. "And yet, I did. And it worked."
He drew himself up off the couch and stood eye to eye with Curtis. "Honestly, Curtis, you didn't miss me? Not even a little?"
Being this close to him, Curtis knew it was over. He couldn't even lie to himself, let alone the man he so desperately needed to not want. "Of course I did." he breathed.
"Good." Tyler grinned.
Curtis didn't even have the chance to breath before Tyler had captured his lips possessively. He found himself pressed up against the dirty wood paneling of the green room, his lips bruised with Tyler's kisses. He clung to him like a drowning man and when Tyler's hand slipped down the front of his jeans, he knew he was lost.