Unmasked era.
Erics pov
I woke up at 10 am. I must have been exhausted last night because I crashed close to 1 am. I look over to Paul who was still sleeping. I got out of bed and decided to make myself coffee. We had another show tonight and I was not really looking forward to it. I was already so tired and we only did ten shows so far. All I wanted to do was sleep.
The coffee maker finished and I got out the creamer. I looked down and was wearing my leather pants still. I removed my makeup before I went to the bed to lie down though, so I was only wearing my pants and furry red leather jacket. I got out a cup and filled it with ice, since I wanted iced coffee this morning. I took it to the couch and turned on the tv. I picked up a random magazine and started to look at it since I had nothing better to do. Paul was still asleep and we didn't need to be at the venue till 4.
A few minutes later, I heard Paul groan and then a thud. I set down my coffee and ran into the bedroom.
"Paul. Are you ok? Did you fall off the bed." I said and held back my laughter.
"Mhm." He groaned back. He didn't get up though, he just layed there and covered his eyes.
"Are you ok?" I asked. He just curled his legs to his chest and nodded.
"Hey. What's wrong?" I asked and knelt down next to him. He just shrugged.
"Are you sick?" I ask as I put one of my hands to his forehead. He was burning up.
"Aw. You're sick Paul. You have a fever. Here. Let's get you back in bed." I say and lift him back up into the bed we slept in last night. He hugged me and when I tried to walk away, he didn't let go.
"Do you need something?" I ask him and put one of my hands on his cheek.
"Can you...stay...with me?" He said shakily.
"O-of coarse Paul. Just let me get my coffee ok?" I said and he let me go. I went back over to were I sat and grabbed my coffee and the magazine. I came back and sat up on the wall and saw Paul. He was half out of the blankets with his knees buried in his face and slightly shivering. I pulled the blankets over him and he shifted slightly, and when I pulled my hand away from the blanket, he pulled it over his head.
"Are you gonna be ok for the show tonight?" I ask him, running my hand through his hair under the blanket.
"I hope so." He groaned and held my hand. I smiled slightly.
Gene came in the room and asked if we wanted to do something before we had to leave for the show. I told him that Paul was burning up and I don't know if we'll even be able to do the show.
"We're doing the show." Paul said from under the sheets.
"Paul. You're sick. You shouldn't perform when you're sick." I told him, cupping his face in my hands.
"Not if I take something." He got up and went to his bag.
"Paul. You can't perform tonight." I followed him.
"Yes I can. And I will." He said, putting a pill in his mouth, then some water and swallowing.
"If he's better by time we leave, we'll do the show. If not, we'll have to reschedule." Gene said and put an arm around Paul and lead him back to our room.
I went back as well and Gene left.
"E-Eric. Umm can...can we...umm...cuddle?" Paul said shakily. I was shocked, but smiled and nodded.
"Yeah. Yeah we can cuddle." I said nervously. With that, he crawled onto my chest and nuzzled the side of his face in it.
*time skip*
I woke up to Gene telling us that it was time to get ready to leave.
"Are you feeling any better Paul?" He asked, leaning against the door frame.
"Yeah. I am." Paul smiled and sat up from my chest.
"Alright. We leave in 5 minutes." Gene replied and left.
*time skip to when they get to the venue*
Paul's pov
We got to the venue and I felt a little better.
"How are you feeling Paul? Eric told me you were sick earlier." Our manager asked me.
"Yeah. I'm feeling better." I told him as I entered the backstage area of the venue.
"Good. Just let me know if you start to feel bad again." He responded.
*time skip*
It was now an hour before the show and the guys decided to eat, but I wasn't hungry even though I had nothing to eat all day except for a few chips. I just stayed in my room to rest and practice for the show.
Some time had passed and Gene came in and told me we were on in 20.
"Ok." I tell him. I started to feel not great again. Not to the point where I couldn't do the show though. I decided to come out of my dressing room and hang with the rest of the guys before the show. Eric seemed kind of nervous around me though. He was clingy but stayed away from me and looked down whenever I tried to talk to him.
It was getting one for the show to start and we all went out on stage. We opened it it's Detroit rock city and I stumbled a little bit on stage. It was barely noticeable though. However, I tripped and fell halfway through cold gin, but I didn't want to let out fans down, so I acted like it was part of the show and played my guitar on my back. I lifted myself to my feet in time for the end of the song. The next song was strutter. We started it and I was stumbling over my words.
Vomit warning
"I kn-know a thing o-or two about h-er. I know sh-she'll only make you cry. She'll l-let you walk the str-eet beside her. B-but when sh-e wants she'll pass you by." I tried to be the energetic frontman that I am, but felt awful.
"Everyb-body thinks she-she's looking go-good. And th-ha lady knows it's u-understood. Str-stru-strut-" I started to sing the chorus, but couldn't finish. I threw up, just barely missing the mic. The rest of he band stopped playing and Ace ran to me. My vision was getting blurry but I managed to get up on my feet and say, "A-ace freh-frehley. Lead g-guita-" before I passed out.
End of warning
Eric's pov
After Paul announced Ace on guitar, he improvised and started a solo. Gene and I ran up to him and carried him off the stage.
"Give them a minute to figure everything out." I heard Ace say. We put Paul on the couch and he stirred a little bit before waking up.
"A-are...i-is the show off?" He asked.
"You passed out of coarse it's off. Well, for tonight." I told him, holding his face in my hand. I want to kiss him so bad right now. He looks so cute. I just got lost in his brown eyes. His persona fit him perfectly. He's so dreamy and romantic. I must have been staring at him for a while because he snapped me out of my thoughts.
"Are you ok?" He asked. I jumped back and hid my face, although he couldn't see it from the makeup covering it.
"Yeah." I said shyly. He rolled on his side and leaned on the side of the couch, clutching his stomach.
"How are you feeling?" I asked him, placing my hand on his side softly.
"Sick." He groaned.
"Aww." I said, feeling bad that my star-I mean Paul is sick.
I've liked him even before I got in the band. And no I didn't join just so I could spend time with him. I truly wanted to be the drummer for kiss. But ever since I got in the band, I've just been more drawn to him. His voice is just so calming and makes me get lost in him. Half the time he's talking I'm barely listening to him, just hearing his deep, calming voice. And his smile. The way his teeth aren't perfectly straight. And his brown eyes. It seems like I know so much about and yet, there's still hundreds of secrets he keeps. And his body. He's so 'Eric' muscular and I just want him 'Eric' to kick me up and spin me around while kissing me. I was pulled away from my thoughts by Gene hitting me.
"ERIC!" He shouted. I was startled and jumped up, trying not to cry. I held my arm and Paul looked at Gene with a 'why would you do that' face.
"Thank you. We're doing the show next week." Gene told me.
"O-ok. I-I'll go t-take this stuff off." I stuttered and ran into mine, Gene, and Ace's dressing room. I slammed the door and locked it and started to cry while aggressively removing my makeup. I heard someone running toward the door and started to freak out. I thought it was Gene until I heard panting and coughing.
"E-Eric? Are you o-*cough*-ok?" I heard Paul ask from outside the door, then the handle jiggle.
"Y-yeah. I'm f-fine." I cried.
"Can...can you open the door?" He asked. I went over to the door and unlocked it.
"What." I asked with tears in my eyes. He collapsed onto my shoulder and hugged me tight.
"I'm sorry for what Gene did to you." He said into my neck. His voice really calmed me down.
Paul's pov
I ran to Eric, Gene, and Ace's dressing room, since Eric ran in there. Gene hit him to get his attention and that was not ok with me. However, when I got to the door, it was locked. I asked him to open it and he did. I wanted to spill my feelings for him right then and there. I collapsed into his arms and hugged him tightly, apologizing for what Gene did to him. I can really hate him sometimes. And this. This was one of those times.
"Eric. There. There's something I need to tell you." I said shakily.
"W-what?" He asked, hugging back with one arm, removing his makeup with the other.
"I-I need to sit to tell you. I'm already li-lightheaded from running around." I told him. He sat down and patted a spot next to him.
"What is it." He sniffled.
"E-ever since you joined the band. I-I've had these fe-feelings for you." I told him, looking down.
"Yeah?" He asked, looking over at me. His eyes glassy and red from crying.
"At first, I thought n-nothing of it. I just thought that it would p-pass." I continued.
"But over a year later. I-I-I...umm. I st-" I started but was cut off by Eric grabbing my face and kissing me. I gasped at first, but then melted into him. He put his hands on my waist and I put mine in his fluffy hair. He moaned into my mouth, sending shivers down my spine. I just got lost in the moment until we were interrupted by a gasp and then a familiar laugh. Ace caught us. I guess Gene went on stage to announce the rescheduled date because Ace didn't yell for Gene.
"Oh my god! You guys we're just kissing!!" Ace laughed, pointing at us. Gene would be very upset if he found out. Not that we were kissing, but that I was sick on stage then suddenly made out with Eric.
"You c-can't tell Gene!" I pointed at him, nervousness building up inside me. Eric agreed, nodding his head.
"I won't!" Ace laughed. I got up and fled to my dressing room, but Eric followed me.
Vomit warning
I ran down the hall and into the bathroom. I felt like I was gonna throw up. I slammed the door and held my hair back and started gagging over the toilet. I eventually threw up and Eric was at my side. He held my hair back for me and rubbed my back. I started to cry.
"Hey. It's gonna be ok. You're gonna be ok." Eric told me, continuing to rub my back. When I was done, I flushed the toilet and collapsed into Eric lap. He held me there for a few minutes before someone knocked on the door.
End of warning
"You ok in there?" It was Gene. My eyes shot open and I tightly hugged Eric.
"Yeah. He's gonna be ok." Eric replied for me.
"Eric? You're in there with him?" Gene asked from behind the door.
"Yeah." He said.
"Alright. We'll leave when when you guys are done in there." Gene said then walked away. When we're done? Does he think we're?
A few minutes passed and I was feeling good enough to stand up and walk. Eric took my makeup off with the towel he accidentally brought when he ran after me. I stood up, only to be picked up off my feet by Eric.
"You didn't think you were gonna be walking did you?" He smiled at me and kissed my forehead.
"Eric. I appreciate it, but I can walk. You don't have to carry me." I told him.
"Ah hey. You said don't have to. Not you can't. So I'm carrying you. And don't fight it." He smiled down at me. I groaned put an arm around his waist. I opened the door with my free hand, since Eric's were, ya know, full. He walked out carrying me and looked so happy. Like he's wanted to do this for a long time. Ace saw and chuckled to himself. Eric didn't care. He got what he wanted.
A/n
How'd u like?? There will be a part two don't worry. Hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I liked writing it.