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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"I wonder if he'll dream about me but---I know he won't. He's so hot looking like this though."

Gilly just stroked Mick's fluffy blond hair and kept his voice down so that Weird couldn't hear. The bassist probably knew that they liked the guitarist just how much they were touching on him.

"How much did Ronno drink before he passed out like this, Weird?"

The quiet bassist smirking and finishing his glass of whiskey.

"He drank a whole bottle of whiskey with me then passed out. He was talking about riffs and how much he loved his guitar. Talked about a cute redhead then fell asleep."

"You and I both wish." Ziggy shook his head and sighed. He had given up on the guitarist ever returning the deep affection and love he felt for him.

The red head comment had Ziggy looking at Weird, hopeful, confused, the singer didn't even know what he was feeling but then took another deep breath and gave up again. "Girls and guitars, sounds about right."

Ziggy knew that the guitarist liked women and it was probably some redhead he met at a bar but how Ziggy wished Mick was talking about him.

Mick snorted in his sleep before waking from his slumber when he felt something in his hair. Gilly quickly withdrew his hand from the guitarist's hair and blushed slightly. Groaning awake a little, Mick opened his eyes slightly because he was needing a piss from all the booze.

"Ngh---what? Ziggy? What's going on?"

The blond shifting so he was sitting on the couch looking bleary eyed and clearly hungover. He had to use the toilet so quickly moved to the bathroom while Gilly stared at Ziggy with wide eyes.

"Do you think he knew we were touching his hair?"

Ziggy smiled down at the guitarist. "You were snoring."

He smiled and stepped away so that Mick could get up. Glancing at Weird he looked to Gilly and shook his head no. Mick looked like he had been out of it.

"I was? How long have I been asleep?"

Mick rubbed at his eyes and then pushed a hand through his mussed up blond hair. Weird had been drinking and reading a magazine the whole time the guitarist had been passed out sleeping. Around an hour or so at least since that's when Ziggy and Gilly had gone out shopping.

"Do you lads get anything nice at the shops?"

Mick wondering if Ziggy and Gilly bought anything.

"I don't know." Ziggy glanced at Weird for an answer since Mick was awake when they left to shop.

"We did." Ziggy smiled at Gilly. "We brought a gift for you... and Weird." Mostly to Mick but they didn't want to leave the bassist out.

"You got me and Weird a present? That's nice of you, mate. You didn't have to do that but I'm sure Weird appreciates it, eh?"

The bassist looked pleasantly surprised that anyone had bought him something so nodded while drinking his whiskey. Mick slipped a hand on Ziggy's shoulder squeezing it slightly. It made all the difference that your singer went out of their way to actually buy you something.

"Alright then. Can we open them now?"

Gilly looked to Ziggy and giggled shyly.

"We thought it would be nice." Ziggy smiled because, at least with Mick's present, it wasn't exactly innocent. The singer though was staring at that hand touching his shoulder. After the discussions he and Gilly were having the touch nearly made him gasp. He turned his eyes to Gilly briefly, his eyes filled with shock and rolling slightly. He knew, now, that the drummer would understand.

"Yeah." Ziggy dug out the white silk shirt he had picked up for Weird with the puffy sleeve and the open front. After giving that small package to the bassist, Ziggy glanced at Gilly with a glint of mischief in his eyes. Then he handed over the black, tight silken pants they had picked out for Mick.

Barely containing his giggles when his eyes met Gilly's, Ziggy smiled. "Maybe you should try them on in case they don't fit?"

Ziggy absolutely knew they would fit but he, and he assumed Gilly, couldn't wait to see Mick in those tight pants.

Weird took the shirt with thanks as he held it up and appreciated that it was glam enough for stage but not overly so. It suited him and he saw Mick and Gilly thumbs up because it suited the stoic bassist.

"Thanks for the shirt, Ziggy. It'll go well with my pants."

Nodding, it was Mick's go as he took the black silken pants. Were Ziggy and Gilly shooting each other mischievous looks? The blond thanked the singer as he turned around and pulled his pants down. Not wearing any underwear underneath, his bare backside could be seen which caused a small squeak out of the drummer. His eyes going a little wide as Mick pulled on the tight pants which showed off the contours of his ass well.

"They fit really well, lads. A little snug around the crotch but I like them."

Mick now turning around to show off his thigh-hugging pants which showed off his muscled legs and the outline of his cock could be seen since he wasn't wearing any underwear with them. Gilly snorted out giggles and went red. Weird knew what those two were up to.

"And your dark hair."

Though he wasn't attracted to Weird he did want the bassist to feel good about himself. For Ziggy, that meant dressing nicely. The sing came close to gasping when Mick pulled down his pants. His eyes flickered to Gilly, wide-eyed before he went back to staring at Mick.

For the first time ever, maybe, Ziggy was stunned to silence. His yes dropped down to Mick's crotch and he forgot to breathe for a moment. As soon as he recovered he blurted out. "They look good."

Gilly was wide-eyed just like Ziggy now staring at Mick's tight pants revealing the outline of his cock. They were so lewd but the drummer couldn't pull his eyes away so just giggled and blushed red. Ronno looked so hot in them!

"Thanks for buying me these. They'll sure to raise some eyes, eh?"

That they would surely do, Mick. The guitarist now offering a pose, pretending he was playing guitar doing an air guitar impression. Weird just snorting out a laugh while Gilly's eyes were transfixed on the bulge in between Mick's legs. Gods, they were tight!

Ziggy fumbled his hand into Gilly's and gave it a squeeze. What had he done buying these pants?

"I guarantee they will." His own among them. Ziggy glanced at Gilly. "I need a drink. Do you want one?"

Gilly didn't even notice Ziggy slipping his hand into his own and almost jumped because his gaze was firmly fixed on Mick's crotch. That bulge and the feint outline of his cock. Fuck, it was hot!

"I---yes, I need a drink. Don't bend down and rip these, Ronno."

The drummer offering a nervous giggle to Mick who stopped air-guitaring and smirked, going over to pour himself out a whiskey, offering one to Weird too. The pants were perfect in his eyes.

"The pants are nice and soft too in all the right places. Good picking there, mate."

Ziggy leaned over and whispered so quietly the others couldn't hear. "IF he rips them now, there's nothing underneath."

Ziggy couldn't hold in the giggles and went over to get a drink for him and Gilly. He needed about ten drinks if Mick was going to leave those on for the rest of the day.

Gilly's eyes went so wide he couldn't help but stare at that thought of Mick ripping his new pants. A flash of ass cheek or something else...

"Do you want to feel the material? It's really silky. Never had a pair like these before."

Mick now letting Weird touch the fabric just above the knee before the guitarist moved to where Ziggy and Gilly were getting a drink. Was it his imagination or was Gilly staring at his crotch? Surely not. Ziggy too--but. Nah, it couldn't be. Gilly squeaked at the question then burst into giggles.

Ziggy almost dropped the bottle he was pouring from when he heard that offer. His heartrate shooting through the roof. He set the bottle down to stare at his guitarist. Hell, if he was going to offer and be this clueless after how their first meeting went all that time ago, he was going to take advantage.

Ziggy walked right up to Mick, put his hand on the guitarist's hip and slid his hand back toward his ass. "The fabric feels good on you. I could touch it all night."

That was devious and probably uncalled for but something had to give.

Gilly just paused mid-drink to watch Ziggy go up to Mick and touch the guitarist's new silken pants. Oh god---the singer was touching Mick's hip and then going around to slide his hand over the blond's ass. The drummer blushed bright red and made a small sound at the back of his throat because he wanted to do that so badly himself.

"All night, eh? Such a cheeky thing you are. Maybe I want you to."

Mick just didn't even know what he was saying since the words just tumbled out. His heart beating that bit faster feeling the singer's hands sliding over his ass. What was it about Ziggy that got his heart racing and his tongue tied? Gods, he wanted Ziggy but didn't even know what to do.

"I mean it is nice fabric to touch so I don't blame you."

Weird just smirking and drinking.

"You do?" Ziggy was stunned by hearing what Mick was saying. Breath caught for a moment as he bit at his lip with the little fang. His eyes drifting from Mick's eyes to his lips. The singer could barely imagine what he might give to kiss Mick right on the lips. Passionate, full of tongue and wandering hands. He forgot to breath and the air came out as a rush.

"The fabric is beautiful." Ziggy eventually spoke with a tone of disappointment as he pulled his hand away. His ears were almost ringing with the sound of his pulse.

"Yeah, it is. Just like you, mate. With your hair and eyes and....stuff."

Mick just thought a compliment couldn't go wrong, could it? Weird wouldn't think anything of it anyway because they were all friends here. The guitarist just swallowing thickly; his mouth suddenly dry and craving hard alcohol. He'd almost said too much.

"Do you want to touch my ass too, tart?"

Gilly just raising a brow then blushing hard, not knowing what to say. Was Mick teasing him? Could he just touch the blond's ass? Oh, but he wanted to. The drummer walking over and slowly reaching out to touch Mick's pants.

Ziggy couldn't take it and at the complement leaned in and kissed Mick's cheek. It was friendly enough but lingered and left a red smudge from his lips. "Thank you."

That kiss didn't help. It made everything worse. Now he wanted to kiss him more than ever. Ziggy's eyes turned to Gilly walking over and he suddenly felt the hottest flash of jealous he ever felt. Gilly's hand on Mick's ass turned his insides around in ways he hadn't felt before.

Unsure what to do with himself his eyes fixed on Weird. Being jealous over someone who didn't want you was ridiculous but here he was, most certainly feeling it.

The kiss did get a giggle out of the guitarist because it did feel nice to be complimented and the singer was getting used to the company of the musicians. Mick just felt a rush of heat pass over him and the skin prickled where Ziggy had left a red smudge of lipstick.

"You're welcome, mate. These pants---I'll look after them for each performance when we go out on stage and rock the world."

Gilly paused when Mick looked down to see the drummer's hand quickly pass over his ass. It didn't bother him since he had asked the tarty drummer to touch his pants. It was all good fun. Weird was drinking and noticing the look Ziggy was now giving him. Oh. Was that?---no, it couldn't be, surely. The bassist not letting on more than he knew.

"How about we all get smashed tonight, lads?"

Mick picking up the bottle of booze and smirking.

"They'll look good under the lights."

Ziggy was trying to pull back but he wanted to literally rub his body up against Mick like a cat.

"I need a drink." Ziggy stepped away with a sigh to get his drink. He wanted Mick and he was so fiery inside over Gilly touching him.

"I bet they will. All shiny, like."

Mick was pleased with his new pants and really respected Ziggy for going out of his way to buy him and Weird some clothing items. Not many singers would do that for their band and it really warmed the guitarist's heart. That and he was finding himself liking Ziggy more and more each passing day, often having dreams about him...

"I'm fucking starving. How about we order some room service?"

Gilly's shrill voice now cut in the air as Weird looked up from reading a bass magazine, nodding in agreement with the drummer. Mick went to pour himself a drink when his hand brushed over Ziggy's whilst reaching for then bottle. Oh. The blond immediately blushed a little.

"Uh, room service? Good idea, Gilly."

Mick's green eyes now meeting Ziggy's powerful ones.

"Room service sounds good." But his words cut off prematurely when Mick's hand brushed against his. He felt his heart rate spike. He'd do anything to have that hand come back, even just touch his, let alone anything else he wanted.

"What are we going to order?" Ziggy forced himself to sound normal while he stared into Mick's eyes. His empathy was getting harder to contain by the second. He wanted to kiss Mick so badly, bury himself in his arms and he wanted.... he couldn't think that or Mick would feel it. Sighing Ziggy closed his eyes and slowly opened them while turning around with his drink. He couldn't help but let his body barely touch up against Mick's. Ziggy's insides were screaming for Mick to touch him but he put on a façade like he'd learned to do so well.

"I can order for us." And by that Ziggy meant also pay for the meal. He did that often enough because he had accumulated more money than he knew what to do with. Being raised Anthean, and even by his father, he adopted a very giving disposition. He still couldn't get his mind off of Mick.

Gilly was now going through the room service leaflet which was on the side of the bed. Lots of options to choose from so the drummer decided to let Weird look as well. Mick, however, wasn't even thinking of room service because now he couldn't get his eyes off Ziggy. The way the singer was looking at him---had the guitarist swallowing hard.

"Thanks for offering to pay, mate. You don't have to because we're all in this together."

Mick unable to stop himself as he reached forwards and brought the singer into a hug. Was this normal? They were all friends so this sort of thing had to happen, didn't it? Gilly was now watching the hug with slightly wide-eyes before going back to looking at food with Weird. Mick's insides were turning and he didn't even know what to do now that he had Ziggy in his arms.

"I---I just wanted to thank you for all of this, Ziggy."

The blond's large hands coming up to stroke the singer's back. He just wanted to say thank you so the hug was justified. Fuck, he wanted to kiss Ziggy and----well, he'd better keep those sort of thoughts to himself. His erotic dreams he'd been having about the singer even since the audition. Was he in love? Mick was so confused.

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