kenzo could hear his bassist tapping loudly against his mic and it made his skin crawl; for whatever reason, the clanging and ringing of the metal hitting another kind was driving him insane and his teeth began to grate together so harshly that he felt a warmth in his mouth. ‘fucking stop,’ he seethed as he glanced over at miguel, cutting him with a stare that got him what he wanted. he needed quiet, even for a moment. it wouldn’t have mattered any other day, any other bar. any other set. but once he’d seen who was sitting in the audience pouring a hole of a sort of sensual blackness into kenzo’s abdomen with his own stare he felt like he’d puke in the middle of a song.
taking time to breathe before the next song, he then began the careless strumming of his guitar that was the foundation of the band’s music — messy, careless — and screamed the lyrics into the microphone, the muffling of his words apparent as they buzzed through the large speakers behind him. once the song was over he watched as eden sauntered over to him, opting to sit on the edge of the stage as he did so.
he gave only a nod for a moment and looked the man over, delicately almost. god, he looked good. he always looked good. always smelled good. always spoke like velvet.
‘couple songs,’ kenzo replied with a nod, fumbling around in his pocket for a packet of cigarettes. ‘just a few are new.’
── he wasn’t quite sure what he’d expected. to be ignored, maybe, watching kenzo get cold or bitter and turn away from him as if he weren’t there at all. it would have been simpler if he’d been given nothing, if the door had been closed in his face with a huff or maybe a harsh name, as he knew himself well enough to recognize that he’d still take every inch he was given. eden rarely hoped to lose entirely. he liked the wanting, just not the way it’d grown so loaded, when it’d suddenly come with expectations he didn’t know how to navigate.
if kenzo’s response wasn’t indifferent it was at least dressed up as though it were, and that just poked at eden’s curiosity further. he could admit, at least privately, that he missed him, for whatever that was worth. he didn’t handle missing well. he wanted instant gratifications, for everything to be easy again. he wanted to reach out and touch him. there was a soreness he’d felt between them, or at least thought it was there--- and it’d now become a bruise he couldn’t help but press at, just to see if it’d healed, to see if it’d hurt.
“guess i haven’t heard you play in a while.” it was easier to look kenzo over now that he’d settled at eye level, eden not terribly subtle in the way he watched his stumbling hands. it was all half-familiar, his guitar and his cigarettes, though all far more exposed in the near-emptiness of the bar as more patrons left. kenzo had closed some distance by coming to sit so eden did the same, stepping in another small pace. “can i sit ? don’t feel like going home yet, doubt they’ll kick me out if i’m with the band."
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