Jamming Good with Weird and Gilly

"He lets me brush his hair." Ziggy sighed out a breath after because he could only think about touching it now. "It's like silk."

He would never let the drummer be harassed for liking boys. Sex was important to life and fulfillment.

"It was mostly words but I thought they might hit us." Ziggy smiled a little. "I bitched them out until they cried like babies."

He had done more than bitch but that was enough of an explanation. He couldn't let them know what he was yet, maybe not ever. He didn't want to think about it though and grinned. "If anyone bothers you I'll claw their eyes out."

He wanted his band to feel safe and connected. His hand slid over Gilly's, where he was squeezing, as they stepped into the elevator. He could only laugh as he pushed the button and stepped back into the corner of the elevator to hep with the queasiness.

"All the time." Ziggy giggled. "I've never had dreams this dirty. He's so fucking sexy."