mélomanie !!!!
mélomanie: an excessive and abnormal love and deep attraction to music and melody.
He watches Brian through the glass, only able to catch a glimpse of the side of his face once in a while.
He’ll hear their voices too, just barely. Brian saying things like sorry, let me try that again, or do you think the drum line should be a little quieter here? And then him laughing, or smiling to himself. In just the couple of hours sitting here, he’s noted how to tell when Brian makes a mistake: if it’s a small one, he’ll scrunch his nose, and if a bigger one, look down then towards the right while grasping at the bass more firmly. Occasionally, (and really, on quite the occasion) he’ll turn around to tap at the glass, and Peter won’t be able to hide his smile from him.
It’s strange to see him so focused on any one particular thing, more or less for longer than three, four hours. It’s a side of Brian that he’s not been able to see before, at least, not at this kind of length.
“You must be Peter.” A stranger says to him, from the corner. When Peter realizes who she is, he holds his laptop a bit closer, as if to physically hold onto an excuse to get out of conversation.
“Hi.” He replies.
“I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to meet you! I mean I feel like in a way I already know you, you know. Because Brian, well, he’s always writing about you. If not about you then because of you.”
“That’s romantic, I guess.” Peter says, because he doesn’t know what to say. Small talk is already difficult as it is, and it’s more of a struggle when it’s with the girl that’s blatantly at work, been hitting on the guy in question.
“You’re not... exactly how I imagined you.” He wants to ask what that’s exactly supposed to mean. Instead, he lifts his head, and then a smile towards her with absolutely no response at all. Instead of getting the hint, she continues. “For some reason I thought you’d be more interesting, you know. Because Brian is well. Really interesting and...”
“Gay.” Peter interjects, with the same smile still there.
“Well, yeah, I mean, he, yeah. Sure. Yeah, I guess.” The girl physically retreats, taking a step back towards the other side of the room, towards the door. There’s a full minute of uncomfortable silence between them before she gives him a wave. “Well, nice meeting you Peter, I think they need me in there about now, so I think I’ll get going.”
Peter reopens his laptop, and the first thing he sees is the alert on his lower right corner, seeing the low battery yell at him. He keeps it open, as his screen dims, then fades into a completely black and blank one.
“You look so focused, what are you working on?” Brian’s voice breaks him out of his daze, and before he can register where he is, he feels him jump to his side on the couch. It’s only a matter of time before he nuzzles up against him, before giving a big grin. “Wait, you’re not even working on any-”
Before he can continue, Peter throws his arm around his neck and pulls him in towards him. Peter feels the way Brian freezes to try to understand for a moment, before giving up and leaning into him just the same. They stay in the same position for a length Peter doesn’t time. Instead, he counts the number of times he feels Brian’s breath on his cheek, and only till he reaches somewhere in the two hundreds, does he pull himself out of it to meet his eyes.
“You doing okay?” Brian mumbles, voice quiet like he doesn’t want others to hear, even if everyone else is in the room next door to them and they’re alone. His brows are furrowed in towards one another, and he looks like a complete puppy, worried about something small or big just the same.
“You really love doing this.” Peter says to him, while burying himself by the other’s neck once more. "This music stuff.” He adds, because he realizes only after that he wasn’t specific enough.
Brian gives a hearty laugh, one that Peter can even feel on his skin because of how close they are. “Yeah, I kinda do. Was that not... obvious?” Brian moves an arm around Peter’s waist, and Peter responds by slipping a hand through Brian’s hair.
“You should go on the tour next week.”
“What?” Brian’s hand stops stroking Peter’s side, and instead looks for one of his hands. “I thought you didn’t want me leaving because it’s the second time this month and it’s close to Christmas and whatever not.”
“God Brian, you look at your bass like you’ve never seen anything more beautiful since fettuccine pasta and you want to passionately make love to it.” Peter grumbles, still speaking against Brian’s neck. “It would be criminal of you to not go when it’s all you can talk about. Even in your dreams. I’ve heard you mumbling about it since you’ve been back.”
“Why, are you jealous of Goldie?” Brian pries, while trying to find Peter’s face with his own, starting to press flush against him a bit more.
“Fuck you. Whatever.” His response makes Brian laugh again, and this time, Peter can’t keep himself from a small smile either. He’s smiling against the skin of Brian’s neck, because he wants him to know. He finds Brian’s hands again instead, before interlocking their fingers together.
“Are you going to be okay for five months?” Brian urges, even though they both know the real question is asked replacing you with we. When Peter doesn’t respond, Brian forces him to locks eyes again instead, their foreheads against each other’s.
“Can you kiss me?” Peter asks.
It comes out more breathy than he means it to, half way caught in between a request and a demand. Brian reads him between the lines and he already knows this is only a momentary way to avoid the real question at hand. But it works, for the time being, and for right now, Brian kisses him and the room is just them, him and Brian.
