wherewere_thespiders | Shopping Trip with Ziggy [for ziggyplaysguitar]

Shopping Trip with Ziggy [for ziggyplaysguitar]

It had been a few days since Gilly and Ziggy had discussed going on a girly shopping trip together. The discussion back at the pub after the audition had really opened up the young drummer's mind to their singer and he realised that Ziggy was more similar to him in many ways. Back in the hotel now, Gilly had just come out of the bathroom after getting changed as he nearly bumped into Mick, who had been drinking heavily with Weird. Both men were drunk and it showed.

"Here's Gilly! Putting your dress on for going out are we, tarty?"

That earned the guitarist a slap to the chest from the drummer as Weird pulled Mick away from Gilly and shoved a full glass of gin in his hand. Sitting down next to their bassist, Mick winked at the drummer and was well and truly drunk. Gilly stuck a middle finger up at Mick and then stuck his tongue out after. It was all fun and games really. The band had bonded well over the past week and now it was Gilly's turn to spend some time with their singer. Where was Ziggy?

"Look after him won't you, Weird. Ronno is so fucking drunk he might piss his pants."

Mick looked up and laughed at that, shaking his head and drinking some gin. Gilly couldn't help but glance over at Mick and sigh inwardly. The man was very handsome but he could be such a stupid idiot at times. Such an oafish man. Yet, the drummer liked hot boys and Mick was one of them. It was his little secret crush.

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"You were? Oh. Well, so was I, secretly anyway. When he walked into the audition with his tight jeans I couldn't stop looking at his legs and his arms. You could see his muscles under his thin white t-shirt too."

Gilly looked through the clothes rail and felt his cheeks heat at his admission regarding Mick. Was Weird straight? He hardly ever talked so it was hard to judge who he liked. Did he even have a girlfriend? Gilly didn't know.

"Pretty and handsome? Yeah, that works. I mean I like silken clothes but am still a boy."

This is the way he looked at it anyway. If anyone poked fun he would tart their face off.

"Watching him change!" Ziggy sighed from the memory of the guitarist. "We're going to have to watch him get all hot on the stage."

Ziggy grinned and giggled both at what he said and the redness in Gilly's cheeks.

"You are pretty and handsome." Ziggy pointed out and then went back to the clothes rack. "What colors do you like?"

"It's hot when he changes and pulls his tight pants down. He has nice underwear too."

Gilly realised what he was saying and went wide-eyed for a moment or two just going through the rail trying not to dwell on Mick's legs or body. It was hard though because the guitarist had been in his dreams of late.

"Yes, we should watch him when he gets all sweaty on stage wearing no shirt. Fucking hot. You think I am? Not many people have said that to me. Oh uh---I like pastel colours, pinks, blues. That sort of thing."

"He's nice up front." Ziggy grinned and nearly blushed. "I've looked."

Ziggy had it bad, really bad. He could understand the wide eyes of the drummer and would probably look the same if he wasn't so open. Though, even Ziggy had a light blush.

"I look forward to being on stage with him." Ziggy looked through the racks for the colors as he answered. "You are and your eyes are a beautiful blue. I have always had a love for blue eyes." It was serious as he pulled out a powdery pink colored silk shirt, barely pink and slightly silver. "What about this one?"

He found a matching one in a turquoise that he liked too.

"Up front? Do you mean you've seen his---"

Gilly just giggled and pushed some of his blond hair away from his face as he pushed some more clothes along the rail. Just thinking about Mick's naked chest and crotch had the drummer heating up in places he'd rather not. The awkwardness plain to see on his boyish features.

"Is he...big?"

Another round of giggles and Gilly had to try and stall himself otherwise people would surely stare at both him and Ziggy. Such a lewd conversation but it felt good to talk to someone who also like the guitarist. Gilly was then drawn to the attention of the clothes Ziggy was holding.

"You like my eyes? Thank you. Yours are pretty too. The powdery pink shirt is nice and so is the silver one. Very glam."

"Size isn't everything but it looks...." Ziggy can only shake his head and then leans in whispering. "I'd take him anywhere he wanted."

Then he starts giggling and turns back to the clothes. After looking for a moment he hands the shirts to the drummer. "Why don't you try them on?"

Price wasn't an issue and he'd more than willingly cover a bit of a shopping spree.

"Anywhere?"

Gilly just looked at Ziggy and bit his lower lip just feeling his whole face heat up at the very idea of Mick fucking someone in public or semi-public. It was erotic and the drummer just glanced towards the changing booth to distract himself from any dirty thoughts.

"I'll be back in a moment."

Taking the shirts, Gilly walked over to the booth and closed the curtain behind him. Fuck! Ziggy was really that kinky and had no shame about talking about Ronno in that way. Gilly, was much too nervous to even mention that he had the hots for the guitarist. He put the pink shirt on and buttoned it up, stepping out from the curtain and calling Ziggy over.

"Wouldn't you?"

Ziggy raised a brow at Gilly with a mischievous smile spreading in his expression. He'd thought about it, all the places he'd love to have Mick touch him.

While Gilly changed Ziggy picked out a couple of shirts but came when called. Ziggy touched the sleeve of the shirt and smiled. "It looks good on you."

"I----would."

Gilly got the words out slowly and whispered them so that no one else could hear. He was a very self conscious young man and didn't want anyone in the clothes store knowing he fancied their guitarist. More someone listening in and going to the press. That would be Gilly's worst nightmare.

"You like this one? I will try on the silver one next. How do you think it goes with my hair?"

These were important questions if he was to be on stage in front of thousands of people.

"I would too."

Ziggy would scratch the eyes out of anyone who tried to out Gilly or anyone else. There would be a short lived nightmare for the band, and a long lived one for the media.

"I think the pink looks good on you, but try the silver." Ziggy smiled and followed to the dressing room. "I'm going to try this one."

If anyone pissed off Ziggy or insulted any of the other band members then Gilly would kick off and tart their fucking faces off. That and his filthy trashmouth would come into play as well as his slapping hand. Yet, he assumed either Weird or Ronno would be slugging people way before that happened. Idiot interviewers and all of those bastards still to come.

"The silver? Ok. I'll meet up with you in a moment."

Gilly moved back into the changing booth to reemerge a few moments later dressed in the silver, smoothing the material down over his chest, loving the silkiness. He didn't wish to peek into Ziggy's booth so waited outside patiently.

"What does yours look like on?"

Ziggy was thinking about Mick, mind swirling with nothing else as he tried on the shirt. He couldn't get his mind off the guitarist and just sighed. As much as he fantasized about the guitarist, the way he ran said it would never be anything more. He was going to have to figure out how to get past what he wanted, what he felt.

He tied the shirt gently at the waist before checking in the mirror and stepping out. He smiled at Gilly.

"I like it, but I think the pink looks a little better." He shrugged though. "Get both?"

"Both? You think? I'd like to but the cost----I will get both though since they are both sparkly and nice."

The young drummer's face lighting up at the prospect followed by a small squeal of delight because this shopping experience with Ziggy had been fun so far. The singer was adamant about buying whatever suited his band and Gilly loved it. They would soon be glam superstars one day and that thought both excited and made the drummer nervous.

"What will you get?"

"I'm a rockstar with no need for all this money." Ziggy was honest because Antheans didn't have money. The concept of it being so necessary here, to hoard it, wasn't part of who he is. He'd rather spoil his friends with it.

"I like these pants." Ziggy had been eying up a pair of striped, narrow cut, silk pants with a flair right at the ankles. "Maybe with this blue shirt?"

He looked to the drummer for advice to see what he thought. Ziggy didn't need it but it was for friendship to build, not need.

"I keep forgetting you've got lots of money. We all will soon once our band takes off. Fuck what everyone thinks of us because I know we'll do well."

Gilly was sure Ziggy and the Spiders would be a worldwide famous band somewhere down the line because having the red head in charge as their singer would help promote them to higher things. The drummer nervous about the fame aspect but excited at the same time. Just to be live on stage in front of thousands caused Gilly to inhale sharply at the thought.

"Oh those. They're pretty. Do you think Ronno will pick out some nice tight silk ones? Then we can both stare at his ass and crotch on stage."

The blond giggled.

"We will." Ziggy agreed with as much enthusiasm as the drummer. "Fuck everyone who tells us we can't."

Ziggy giggled at Gilly's comment and then glances around the store. "Maybe we should buy him a pair while we're here?"

"Yeah, fuck them. We're the Spiders from Mars and you're a famous singer and rock star."

Gilly nodded and then felt his cheeks heat up once more just imagining Mick in tight silken pants on stage whilst playing his guitar. Oh, that was hot. Too fucking hot as the drummer flustered a little whilst moving the clothes along the rack. Ziggy seemed to be pressing all of his buttons regarding their guitarist.

"Should we? Lets do it. Buy Ronno some so we can both stare at his hot legs and ass on stage."

The drummer offering the singer a devious smile.

Ziggy couldn't help the flood of girlish giggles as they started looking for pants for Mick. He leaned in close to whisper to Gilly.

"You get the best view all concert." Gilly brought out the Anthean's girly deviousness, in a good way. He might be a tart but he was fun to be with.

The girlish giggles just caused Gilly to stop what he was doing pushing the clothes along the rail and glance back towards the singer. He began giggling himself and couldn't believe what they were saying in regards to their guitarist. About Mick. But he was so fucking hot.

"I do get the best view, don't I? Seeing Ronno's tight ass move when he's on stage playing guitar. Fuck, I love it when he bends over to let the crowd touch his guitar."

The drummer fantasizing a little whilst holding in more giggles.

Ziggy pulled out a pair of very pale blue, shimmery, silk pants that looked like Mick's size. "You do."

He held them up for Gilly's opinion. "Sometimes he walks past me so close that our thighs brush against each other and I almost forget to sing." Ziggy sighed just thinking about these silk pants brushing against his bare legs. "I can't help it sometimes and touch his hair or shoulder. He's so hot."

This felt like madness because they were both going to end up going back to the hotel and staring and Mick wouldn't even notice.

Gilly gazed upon the blue shimmery silken pants and felt his eyes widen slightly because they were perfect. The material alone and the colour---the drummer squeaked with excitement at Mick wearing them. Ziggy talking about how Mick brushed up against him on stage had the shy blond giggling once more because he couldn't help it.

"I've seen the way he get so close to you on stage, brushing up while he plays. His hair looks so soft. Is it really that fluffy?"

The young tarty drummer was curious and couldn't help the questions that were now slipping from his lips uncontrollably. Mick was so masculine and so fucking hot and the stubborn man didn't even know he had two band members who were crushing on him.

"It...." Ziggy paused and folded the pants over his arm so he could buy them when they were done looking. "...It's so soft. You know how they call hair cornsilk?"

Then Ziggy got all coy and leaned in to Gilly to whisper among the giggles. "You should touch it sometime. He's so clueless. He thinks I like his hairstyle, and I do, but I really just want to touch him anywhere I can get away with."

"Cornsilk? I didn't know that. Mick's hair is soft as that? Now, I want to touch it."

The drummer couldn't help but let out a soft giggle and shot a sly side-eye towards Ziggy as he went through the clothing rack, sorting out what he'd like to buy for himself. He'd picked out a few things and was happy he got to spend the day choosing with the singer. Talking about Mick and things---Gilly felt like a naughty school boy.

"I want to it's just he'll probably hit me or shove me away. Maybe I could say there's something on your hair, Ronno. Then touch it that way."

Gilly wanted to touch the guitarist's soft hair now and Ziggy was only encouraging him to break out of his shell a little more. Lots of dirty thoughts now flooding the young drummer's mind.

"Have you ever thought about touching Ronno----down below?"

Ziggy grinned because he was up to mischief now while looking through the racks. "Tell him you're interested in what he does with his hair."

Ziggy knew, already, that Mick had a thing for making his hair just right. The singer had used this tactic himself and knew it would work. Ziggy also pulled out a few things for himself as well as a white silk shirt for Mick to go with the pants.

"Touch?" Ziggy giggled, high and feminine. "I think about him all over me." Ziggy had unbelievable dreams about the guitarist. His eyes hit a black silk shirt and he took that too so Weird wouldn't feel left out in the gift giving.

"You mean like when he brushes it? He takes so long in that bathroom I just thought he was jerking off or something."

Gilly couldn't help but stifle an amused noise at the back of his throat as he turned towards Ziggy. This was only going to get more amusing as the singer kept feeding the drummer ideas about how to touch Mick. The guitarist probably oblivious to all of this once they all got back to the hotel. Ronno probably drunk and Weird looking after him.

"All over? Oh---that sounds so fucking hot."

The drummer noticed the black shirt for Weird as he held his pants and silk shirt over his arm waiting to walk with Ziggy to the cash desk.

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