Band On The Run

Son Of A Gun

To be honest, I was happier. I felt better when I woke up next to Nick every morning.

That’s not to say that I was magically better. If you looked at it in a whole, my tiny amount of happiness wasn’t anything substantial. That didn’t mean that I was able to write.

The only time I felt any different was around Nicholas, and that was why he was noticing. I’d always felt better around him, but now it was as if there was a weight off my shoulders. I didn’t have guilt plaguing my stomach every time I looked at him, knowing where my thoughts were and having a sick suspicion that I was using him for my own purposes. Now it was back to that light heartedness that had happened when he’d first asked me out on a date and we went and drank wine in a French restaurant.

But the rest of the time?

It wasn’t always that great…

“Time to join the living, Toby,” I called in a sing song voice after taking a sip of my coffee.

Chuckling, Jay ducked his head where he stood in front of the oven, stirring the scrambled eggs in sweatpants and a baggy tank.

On the other hand, Toby wasn’t as happy-go-lucky as his husband, and with his hair sticking up in random directions so opposed to his usual slicked back style to go with his harried eyes, he looked every bit a grumpy man who had woke up on the wrong side of the bed in his silk pyjamas.

“Shut up, psychotic egotistical rock stars aren’t allowed to make comments this early in the morning,” he muttered, dropping wearily in the chair beside me that made up the breakfast bar.

“Ouch,” I muttered, hiding my smirk behind my large coffee mug as I shared an amused look with Jay. Unable to stop myself from teasing, I raised my eyebrows and looked at Toby. “What were you two up to last night to make you like this?”

Without missing a moment, Toby sent me a narrowed eyed expression and replied, “Having better sex than you.”

Instantly I laughed loudly, and saw Jay send his husband an embarrassed look. It was a wonder that the guy could even feel embarrassed around me anymore, especially on the topic of sex. Hell, my sex life had been up for public discussion for years. And I’d never done anything to hide my opinions about it. To be honest, sex had always been a popular subject for song writing with me and people always liked to question me about it.

“Still sharp as a knife,” I congratulated him.

He spared me half a smile, and clapped the hand I had held up for a high five. “What are you doing here anyways?” Toby questioned, apparently getting more human like with the passing moments. I don’t think the coffee Jay provided him with hurt either.

I gave a shrug, thanking Jay as he placed a plate of scrambled eggs with toast in front of me. “I just got home to get a change of clothes and I got forced into eating some culinary disaster,” I joked sarcastically.

Toby was suddenly more focused on the food that Jay put in front of him, and didn’t bother answering me.

It was Jay who actually spoke up, in that calming deep voice as he took up a seat beside his husband with his own plate of food, though I knew he preferred simply coffee for breakfast. “You seem happy,” he told me with a frown.

Rolling my eyes, I replied, “Just give me some time.”

“Ah, optimism is so refreshing this early in the morning,” Toby said sardonically, his mouth full of eggs as he did so.

Frowning at him, he usually had impeccable manners – the mornings seemed to wash those away – I shook my head and hurriedly scooped my eggs into my mouth, looking at the time on the clock.