For a while I used to think that bass was a part of him, the way he moved when he played it. He would go absolutely wild and for a moment I'd freeze up on-stage. I'd lose my place for a beat; no one would notice but me.
And maybe him.
Simon only seemed to get wilder as time went by. He'd grown his hair out so much that it looked like a lion's mane. It looked so rough, and yet when it wasn't full of that foul-smelling hairspray, it was soft. He caught me staring once, after a show, in the dressing-rooms, then laughed and shook his head in my face.
"Go ahead." he grinned at my surprise. "Touch it."
It was soft; softer than I would've imagined. The spray had worn off from his insanity on-stage. Apparently I looked even more surprised, because he burst into a fit of hysterical laughter, so much that he was bent over, clutching at his stomach with tears running down his cheeks.
I wanted to feel that softness again.
"Porl! Simon! Quit mucking about back there! I'm starving!" Robert complained from the doorway. "Let's go eat!"
And of course we celebrated nothing in particular by getting drunk. As if we needed an excuse. In any case, Simon got thoroughly sloshed. Very quickly. He was so bad, in fact, that Robert insisted I take him back to our hotel straight away.
With some trepidation I obeyed; we had all seen the consequences of Simon drunk. Fortunately, he had been in good spirits before-hand and I was spared his temper.
When we got back to the hotel he could barely walk. He kept bumping into my side and laughing uproariously as I stumbled.
"That's not funny."
"S'way beyond funny! S'hilarious!"
I practically shoved him into his room, and he flopped backwards dramatically onto the bed.
"Drama queen." I rolled my eyes as he pretended to be horribly put-off.
"How dare you treat royalty with such disrespect!" he roared, sitting up and jabbing a finger at me. "Come here! Kneel at my feet and apologize!"
"Simon." I rubbed my temples, trying to avoid the oncoming headache. "Do shut up."
He laughed, leaping up and dragging me back; he couldn't get his balance though, and toppled onto the bed, taking me down with him. I landed on top.
"I knew it!" I exclaimed, rolling off and poking Simon's chest. "This was all just a ploy to get me into bed with you!"
He grinned up at me. "You liked touching my hair. You got a fetish?"
"More like you tried to drown my face in it." I pointed out.
He leaned up then and kissed me, a real kiss, a nice one. His lips were very warm and I found myself relaxing almost immediately as he slipped his arms around my neck.
I finally came up for air. "Simon..."
He was breathing hard, eyes shining. "Yeah?"
I sighed. "I really can't do this, Simon. Robert will be furious."
Simon sighed languidly and crawled into my lap, undoing my shirt buttons. "He doesn't own me, Porl. Besides. You're like a brother- "
"Brother-in-law."
" -And I'm sure you'd love me in bed." he pursed his lips and fluttered his eyelashes. Heaving a great sigh, I kissed him again.
"Fine. But when Robert finds out, you got me high and tied me to the bed!"
"Oooh, would you like me to?"
"Ah, on second thought, that might make him even more jealous." I sighed, grinning and pushing Simon down on the bed to straddle him. "I'm just very, very- "
"Drunk? Horny?"
"Good enough." We kissed again, Simon's nimble fingers pushing away my shirt and sliding up my chest. His hands were warm and surprisingly soft, like his hair.
Much less gently, I nearly ripped his shirt in an effort to touch him. I had the strangest feeling I'd die if I couldn't feel his warm skin against mine.
"Porl..." he gasped as I bit my way down his chest and belly. I wasn't a gentle lover, but I went lighter than usual, not wanting to leave a mark for Robert to get even more upset about.
He let out a gorgeous sound when I took off his trousers and freed his arousal; it was somewhere between a whine and a moan.
"Dammit, you're going to kill me." I groused as I took him into my mouth.
He cried out and bucked upwards frantically as I sucked, harder and harder. And then I stopped and pulled away, just before he could come, grinning at him as I stripped out of my trousers.
He gave me such a look!
"I hate you!" he yelled at me, even as I hoisted his legs up over my shoulders. "I hate you-ooooooooooooooo!" it became a moan of lust as he writhed against me.
"I guess I hit it then." I snickered, sighing shakily in pleasure. He was tighter than I'd thought, and so hot. "I'm going to die, right here, right now..."
He laughed breathlessly, clenching even tighter. My knees buckled and almost gave out.
"Christ, Simon - don't do that, or this'll be over much sooner than you'd like..." I rapsed out, beginning to thrust deeper.
His cries spoke volumes. No wonder Robert always shared a room with him. Who wouldn't want this every night? This beautiful creature writhing beneath me, gorgeous and totally lost, abandoning himself completely to the pleasure...
He cried out hoarsely and tensed, but I squeezed the base of his arousal to prevent a release.
"YOU'RE TRYING TO KILL ME, AREN'T YOU?" he screeched as I came, stilling and just grinning at him like an idiot.
I pulled out and winked as he sniffed at me, nearly in tears. I laid down between his thighs as he watched me. I pressed a light kiss to the tip of his arousal.
"Come for me."
He let out a lustful cry, it sounded almost pained, and came hard, tossing back and laying amidst the pillows, breathing hard. I crawled up to his side, chuckling softly and kissing his hair. "Best I get out, right? In case Robert comes here early..."
He sighed happily and threw his arms around me. "Oh, we'll just apologize for starting without him."