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Kim and David’s relationship had always been strange. Whenever they were hanging out with their friends, everything was fine. But things got a bit dicey when they were left alone together.
The heavy weight of unspoken words and raging sexual and romantic tension washed over them like a tsunami every time they were together. Neither of them really understood why they felt that way, but it was just better to keep those feelings to themselves sometimes.
And Kim was going insane for Graf that night.
His vocals were on point, his clean vocals as well as his gritty and gut wrenching screeches.
And his performance.
He was running around on stage with his shirt off. He only cut himself a few times but that was enough to get the blond man going. He stripped down to just his boxers and Kim just couldn’t handle it anymore. He needed Graf more than he needed to live, and he for certain needed to do something about his obsession.
Kim didn’t really know what he saw in Graf, but it was most likely comfort. He did love the rest of his bandmates, and David loved his too, but there was just a certain kind of connection that the two had. They were always looking out for each other and bandaging up each other's wounds. Comforting the other when they’d get too fucked up on one of their benders, or even just holding the other’s hair back when they’re throwing up.
Thankfully, the show in Senaki was the last show of the tour. Kim would miss opening for David’s band and getting to sit backstage and watch him release his talent onto the feral audience, but he was still happy that he could finally get some downtime. And hopefully he would get some downtime with Graf.
Instead of staying in a hotel, the rest of the guys departed back to their respective homes. The rest of Kim’s band went to the airport, and the rest of Psychonaut took their taxis back to their apartments.
But Kim found himself in the back of a taxi with David.
David knew that Kim didn’t buy a plane ticket back to Stockholm, and he never planned to. The decision was another thing that was unspoken between the two musicians.
They sat inside of the car quietly, each looking out of their respective windows. Things weren’t awkward when they were going home, both of them had a slight smile on their faces, only growing larger when they arrived at David's house.
They got out at the same time. As they walked up to the door, David swung his arm around the shorter man.
“I love being on tour with you,” he told him. “You guys are crazy talented.” David dug in his pockets to grab his keys so he could unlock the door.
When he opened it up, it was still as trashed as it was when he left for the first leg of the tour. Crack pipes on the kitchen table, empty beer bottles scattered about. They didn’t even remember what happened on that bender, they just knew that they had each other. And if they didn’t they might’ve wound up dead.
“It’s good to be home.” Kim said as he took his coat off and threw it on the ground. Something that he only does in his apartment, but Graf’s place was a home away from home. They didn’t live together, but they always acted and felt so domestic with one another. Kim could just leave his shit anywhere and not worry about getting yelled at by his roommates to pick it up. Graf didn’t care in the slightest, it was almost like Kim was marking his territory.
“It is. You ready for bed?” David asked as he started to walk to his bedroom. His room was surprisingly clean, he always liked to keep his room clean just so he could have a nice place to clear his head and not have to worry about the disaster that is the rest of his house when he’s on a bad trip or reached the last plateau.
“Mhm” Kim mumbled. He followed the dark haired man into his room while rubbing his eyes. The sight of David’s bed was such a relief, falling down onto it without even thinking twice about taking off his clothes so he could get comfortable.
Dave took notice. Kim would always go to sleep in just his boxers.
“You’re not gonna get undressed?” he asked as he took his own clothes off. Kim admired his waif figure and his hourglass build, how frail and sickly looking he was. Not to mention the scars and the cuts that made his pale skin red, every single one cutting closer to the dedication of the scene.
Kim just groaned and closed his eyes. Dave shook him to wake him back up. “Hey I just want you to be comfortable,” he told him. Kim loathed being touched by other people, mostly because of his scars, but it always hurt so good whenever David touched him.
But he groaned again. He wanted to sleep, but he still loved to put up a fight, to see how much David really cared about him. “Come on Kimmy. Just be a good boy for me and do it.”
This whole ‘good boy’ thing came from some stupid joke that David said when they were smoking. For some reason, their dealer sold them some shit that was stronger than usual, unbeknownst to them. They shared a couple blunts and Kim curled up in Dave's lap, shivering and shaking and crying like a little bitch. As David was cooing him to sobriety, he eventually called him a good boy. It just started off with “you’re fine, you’ll be okay,” to “you’re not gonna die, you’re not dying Kimmy.” Then he started to hyperventilate and David was telling him to take deep breaths. “Good job,” he would tell him as his hand started to rub his back and his beard. “Keep breathing…good boy. You’re such a good boy, Kim.”
And it stuck ever since.
It was the one thing that David could say to get Kim to do just about anything. Didn’t matter how big his attitude was at the time, if he got called a good boy, he was under David’s control. Kim laughed and took his clothes off, his boxers were the same ones that he was wearing the first time they slept together—platonically that is. Wrapped up in each other's arms, whispering sweet nothings into each other's ears as they slowly drifted off to sleep.
But alas, that’s where they found themselves again. Both sore but still aching for each other's touch. Kim was wrapped up in David’s arms, feeling all of his scars and running his fingers along them to feel where they crossed and where they ended. “You can go to sleep now,” he said as he heard his breathing slow. David paid attention to things like that, he could read Kim’s body language like a book and he really could tell how tired he was.
“Are your eyes closed?” he asked quietly, whispering into his ear and hoping not to startle him too much now that he was falling deeper into his slumber. He mumbled “mhm.”
“Good. Go to sleep Kimmy. God it feels good to be home doesn’t it?” David always had a habit of talking to Kim when he was going to sleep even though he knew that Kim wasn’t listening.
He couldn’t really register what David was saying, but he figured he would say something back to him just to let him know that he could still hear his faint voice.
“I love you.”