Band for Life

Busy Days, Lazy Nights


Duo laughed and waved at the fans storming the bus as they entered the parking lot of another arena. Heero was lounging back, secretly watching the boy that was there every time he closed his eyes.

Jesus freaks, out in the street, handin' tickets out for God
Turnin’ back, he just laughs, the boulevard is not that bad
Piano man, he makes his stand, in the auditorium
Lookin’ on, he sings the songs
The words he knows, the tune he hums

Sensually playing out one of their biggest hits, Heero’s gaze skimmed the audience. No one in particular caught his eye, until his gaze fell on Duo. Standing in the front row, he was unlike the other fans. Everybody was pushing and shoving and screaming. Duo silently swayed with his eyes shut, allowing the music to move him.

Heero played more passionately then ever before that night.

After the show, a few lucky fans got to go back stage and meet the band. Duo bounced back there as well, preparing for the long night of cleaning and mending the outfits the boys wore.

He froze before making his presence known. A large group of girls surrounded Heero, all cute and giggling and asking him questions. Heero himself seemed to enjoy the attention. He smiled and talked and even hugged the girls and signed things.

Frozen in place, Duo watched helplessly. He knew deep down that Heero had to be nice to fans, but it still made his heart ache to see him so at easy with those girls.

“Duo!” His name being called got his attention. He opened his moistened eyes to see Heero watching him carefully. He turned to leave. He just couldn’t stay there any longer. “Duo!”

His feet took him forward. He had to run. Get away from that place. However, Heero had ran after him, and when he moved to run away, he crashed right into him, sending them both to the floor. Heero landed flat on his back, and Duo landed on top of him.

His body shook slightly from holding his sobs in. But instead of Heero shoving him off, he slowly sat up, bringing Duo with him. He held him close.

But oh it feels so real, lyin' here with no one near
Only you, and you can hear me
When I say softly, slowly

“Meet me in my dressing room in fifteen minutes.” With that Heero got up and went back to the girls, apologizing for leaving them for the moment.

Dazed, Duo wandered back stage and found the room with Heero’s name on it. He opened the door and shuffled in, quietly closing it behind him. There was a small bar for food and drinks, and a cot, most likely for bands that had to stay over night. Walking over to the cot, Duo sat down on the soft red satin sheets.

Soon enough Heero entered with a sigh. He discarded his sweat soaked shirt and walked over to the bed where Duo was currently laying, staring at the ceiling.

“Duo…” his voice was gentle.

Reddened violet eyes shifted to look into his cobalt blue. Heero swallowed thickly and sat down. He had an idea of why Duo was upset. From the night he had kissed Duo he knew there was something special between them. To see Heero standing there, appearing so at ease with those girls…it must have killed him inside.

“It’s an act, you know.” Slightly intrigued, Duo turned his head to listen, but did not say a word. “I hate talking to those girls. But it makes for good publicity, or at least that’s what our manager Zechs says.”

Weight shifted on the bed as Duo sat up. Slender, pale arms wrapped around Heero’s tense shoulders. As if living in slow motion, they fell backward. They stayed like that for hours. Simply staring at the ceiling together. Nothing had to be said.

Hold me closer tiny dancer
Count the headlights on the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen
You had a busy day today


A/n: Hope you’re enjoying so far. Sorry this chapter was so short. But I promise you’ll love the next one! Please R & R! Thanks!