Title: Nervous?
Author: Ligeia
Fandom: The Cure
Pairing: Perry/Simon
Rating: PG-13
Category: Romance
Summary: It's normal to feel nervous before a show.
A/N: Inspired by one of the interviews on the Trilogy DVD. A couple of lines come directly from that.
The following story is a mere work of F I C T I O N, meaning it is 100% made up. None of the situations described here ever happened, and even if they did, I have no way of knowing. This is not about spreading rumours or, worse, libel. The people portrayed in this story are real, but I am NOT claiming they did what I wrote. I use their "public personas" and build stories around them as if they were fictional characters.
"Simon?" Perry called out popping his head into the dressing room. Simon was looking out of the small window, shoulder leaning against the glass. He was tapping his foot nervously, fingers drumming on the windowsill.
The guitarist slowly approached and put a hand on his bare arm.
"Nervous?"
"Of course I am. Damn Robert and his mad, pretentious ideas," Simon replied, frowning. He shot a glance at Perry and returned to staring out of the window. "I envy you. How can you always be so fucking calm?"
Perry smiled faintly. "Well, I actually feel nervous this time."
Simon turned to face him, a surprised expression on his face. "No, you never get nervous!"
Perry only shrugged.
Simon studied his bandmate briefly and a big grin appeared on his face. Perry knew that expression meant troubles.
"Well, there's only one thing we can do to relieve the tension." He grabbed Perry by the shoulders and spun him round, pushing him up against the wall. Perry didn't even had to ask what he meant, Simon's lips on his were a very clear explanation.
The bassist's hands slid up from Perry's shoulders to frame his face, thumbs rubbing small circles over his cheekbones.
Perry bit Simon's lower lip lightly and opened his mouth a little more, letting Simon's tongue in. A small whimper escaped his throat as one of his bandmate's hands threaded through his light brown hair, fingertips pressing against the back of his head and pulling him even closer. He moved his hands to Simon's waist, stroking slowly before slipping them under the black tank top.
The feeling of cool fingers on his skin made the bassist gasp.
They were both flushed and breathing heavily when they broke the kiss.
"Better?" Simon asked, sounding still a little out of breath.
Perry smiled and nodded. "Thank you."
"Anytime, mate," Simon replied, grinning. "Anytime."
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March 2005