He was flying on high. Covered in sweat, blue eyes aflame under the stage lights. Dex agreeing to stand while they looked for Jackson's replacement was the best thing that could have happened to him. Fuck, he got to perform and watch them every night. Of course, their shared looks didn't go unnoticed by the fans. #Kex started popping up more and more in the tags. The fans had begun to craft theories about them, drew artwork of them, wrote fanfics. Honestly, Kayn found it all so hot he barely even thought about the downsides most nights.
This high, however, was making him a bit reckless. He wasn't out to the world yet, didn't even answer questions about his sexuality, and was constantly dodging allegations right and left.
On the night of his hometown show, playing a very sold-out Irving Plaza, Kayn let himself forget himself. Riding the high of @roguepact being his drummer while playing in this small, intimate venue, all the while having Dex's blood running through his system, he didn't think it was possible to feel better.
All throughout the show, Kayn couldn't stop himself from wandering back to where Dex was playing. He just couldn't stop walking back to the drummer, doing back flips off the equipment occasionally, dancing in Dex's face, rubbing up against them. The roar of the crowd grew louder each time he made his way back to Dex. Kayn couldn't keep his eyes off of them. Then, when the set was over, Kayn walked to the back of the stage to pick Dex's up, putting them over his shoulder before thanking the audience for coming out.
Setting Dex down when he got to the dressing room, he bit his lip, hungry blue eyes trailing over them. "Wanna go to a club?" He breathed, his heart pounding as he moved to press them against the wall of the dressing room, the heat of his body radiating off of him as he pinned them. "I don't want this night to end." Kayn purred, leaning down to nip at the other's lip, his thoughts completely on them.