The Who: Under Pressure (2/3)
Title: Under Pressure (Part 2/3)
Pairing: John/Keith
Rating: PG
Summary: John is secretly attracted to his band mate, he's trying to alleviate the pressure by taking a shower.
Warnings: -
Author Notes: Thanks to
sittinonthedock for the plot bunny, thanks to my flat mate for coming up with the title or rather singing that Queen/Bowie song to me after she read this.
Disclaimer: Nothing of this did ever happen, I own nothing!
Keith opened the door expecting John to be sitting on his bed, reading something or even taking a nap.
There wasn’t much else to do since Keith had smashed their TV anyway.
But to his disappointment, John was nowhere to be seen.
He went over to his own bed and let himself fall onto the piles of clothes and other stuff that already lay on it.
He didn’t like being on his own, but what was worse was that he had hoped to be able to spend some time with John.
Keith loved touring, not only because there was always something interesting going on and he could take centre stage almost every night, but also because it enabled him to spend most of his time at the side of the tall, stoic bass player.
It was always fun to play a prank on Roger or exchange some witty banter with Pete, but with John he connected on a whole different level.
Although he didn’t spend much time questioning these things, he couldn’t think of any relation inside or outside the band that went this deep.
Therefore he was delighted, when he heard the shower in the bath being turned on, indicating that he wasn’t alone after all.
With a sigh he turned on his back and stared at the ceiling for a while.
He wondered how long it would take John to get himself clean and ready to go out.
Absent-mindedly he started moving his hands, drumming some rhythm on the mattress with his fingers.
They could grab a bottle from the hotel bar and then head out to the streets to go on a bender.
There was no gig today so they would have a lot of time to waste.
And there certainly wouldn’t be a lot of it left for sleeping, so it would probably be a good idea to make sure he was ready for a night out.
He sat up again.
The clock that had still hung on the wall only a few hours ago, showed him that only four minutes had passed since he had entered the room.
It felt like half an hour to him.
He got to his feet and began searching the room for his “medicine”, but the little box in which he kept his pills remained missing.
It hadn’t been long since he had last held it in his hands. Scratching his neck, he tried to remember his own steps a few hours ago.
The mirror cabinet over the basin, that was where he’d put it!
He headed toward the bathroom door.
John surely wouldn’t mind him quickly hopping in and out of the bath.
His hand already reaching for the handle stopped in mid-air, when suddenly he heard John’s voice from the other side of the door.
Had he just heard his name?
It certainly had sounded like it, but the tone in John’s voice confused him. Pained, was maybe the best word to describe it.
Maybe something had happened to him… there had been something unsettling in his voice though that made him doubt this.
He hesitated, unsure whether to enter the bathroom or not, listening intently for more sounds, but there was nothing unusual to be heard.
Nevertheless he noted his heart beating faster in his chest.
He somehow sensed that he had witnessed something he shouldn’t have, but if he was wrong and something had indeed happened to John, he would never forgive himself for not checking on him.
Finally his curiosity got the better of him.
Maybe, if he was really quick, John wouldn’t even notice…
Pairing: John/Keith
Rating: PG
Summary: John is secretly attracted to his band mate, he's trying to alleviate the pressure by taking a shower.
Warnings: -
Author Notes: Thanks to
sittinonthedock for the plot bunny, thanks to my flat mate for coming up with the title or rather singing that Queen/Bowie song to me after she read this.
Disclaimer: Nothing of this did ever happen, I own nothing!
Keith opened the door expecting John to be sitting on his bed, reading something or even taking a nap.
There wasn’t much else to do since Keith had smashed their TV anyway.
But to his disappointment, John was nowhere to be seen.
He went over to his own bed and let himself fall onto the piles of clothes and other stuff that already lay on it.
He didn’t like being on his own, but what was worse was that he had hoped to be able to spend some time with John.
Keith loved touring, not only because there was always something interesting going on and he could take centre stage almost every night, but also because it enabled him to spend most of his time at the side of the tall, stoic bass player.
It was always fun to play a prank on Roger or exchange some witty banter with Pete, but with John he connected on a whole different level.
Although he didn’t spend much time questioning these things, he couldn’t think of any relation inside or outside the band that went this deep.
Therefore he was delighted, when he heard the shower in the bath being turned on, indicating that he wasn’t alone after all.
With a sigh he turned on his back and stared at the ceiling for a while.
He wondered how long it would take John to get himself clean and ready to go out.
Absent-mindedly he started moving his hands, drumming some rhythm on the mattress with his fingers.
They could grab a bottle from the hotel bar and then head out to the streets to go on a bender.
There was no gig today so they would have a lot of time to waste.
And there certainly wouldn’t be a lot of it left for sleeping, so it would probably be a good idea to make sure he was ready for a night out.
He sat up again.
The clock that had still hung on the wall only a few hours ago, showed him that only four minutes had passed since he had entered the room.
It felt like half an hour to him.
He got to his feet and began searching the room for his “medicine”, but the little box in which he kept his pills remained missing.
It hadn’t been long since he had last held it in his hands. Scratching his neck, he tried to remember his own steps a few hours ago.
The mirror cabinet over the basin, that was where he’d put it!
He headed toward the bathroom door.
John surely wouldn’t mind him quickly hopping in and out of the bath.
His hand already reaching for the handle stopped in mid-air, when suddenly he heard John’s voice from the other side of the door.
Had he just heard his name?
It certainly had sounded like it, but the tone in John’s voice confused him. Pained, was maybe the best word to describe it.
Maybe something had happened to him… there had been something unsettling in his voice though that made him doubt this.
He hesitated, unsure whether to enter the bathroom or not, listening intently for more sounds, but there was nothing unusual to be heard.
Nevertheless he noted his heart beating faster in his chest.
He somehow sensed that he had witnessed something he shouldn’t have, but if he was wrong and something had indeed happened to John, he would never forgive himself for not checking on him.
Finally his curiosity got the better of him.
Maybe, if he was really quick, John wouldn’t even notice…