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Well I'm the sheik of Araby
Your love belongs to me
Steven had all of Duff’s love, and he was living for it. For a while he had known that he could have the bassist whenever he wanted, he seemed a bit too bitter after a girl had flirted with Steven, and he could tell the jealousy hadn’t stemmed from being ignored by the lady. Even with his gut feeling it had taken him a while to act on his feelings for him, but now Duff and Steven could make out, hold hands, do whatever it was that couples did. They had been inseparable as friends and now they were inseparable as more than.
Well at night where you're asleep
Into your tent I'll creep
A small sliver of unnatural yellow light seeped into the small room as the door opened, but it was gone when it creaked shut.
Steven didn’t turn from his position facing the wall as long arms settled in their familiar place around his waist, although he couldn’t keep the grin of pure joy from creeping up his face. Steven made a soft hum at the feeling of their legs tangling together, long and slender ones braiding themselves around shorter, harrier legs. Duff kissed his shoulder.
“G’night Popcorn.”
“Good night.”
The stars that shine above
Will light our way to love
The window was pushed wide open, the cool of the summer night circulated around the room and made the ratty curtains flutter. Stars sparkled in their places, seeming oh so small compared to the almost-full moon that made everything visible. No street lights flooded the room with their harsh luminescence, and the city was just about dark enough for the stars to shine, which was rare. Mutters of the rest of the band from the kitchen accompanied the small rustle of the breeze, but no words were distinguishable.
The blue of the night was eerily similar to the deep blue of the lights on stage during Sweet Child, Steven finally turned to see what the colors looked like on the face of his lover. They shifted for a moment before getting comfortable again. Duff's eyes, while a lovely brown in the sunlight, looked a pale gray. The bassist pulled his mouth to the sides of his face, making his eyelids crinkle a little. Neither of them were truly tired, not with the buzz of alcohol still in their veins, but it was nice to enjoy a moment or two together in pure serenity.
Ah you rule this world with me
I'm the sheik of Araby
“When we’re as big as The Beatles,”
“We’re gonna be bigger.” Steven smiled his lopsided smile. “I just know it.”
“That’s like saying we’re gonna be bigger than Jesus.”
“Well good thing they already made that mistake for us.”
Silly plans of eternal fame and happiness spilled from their mouths, even if they knew it wasn’t ever going to be as good as they had dreamed. But it was part of them, the way they could always share whatever wild dreams their clever musician brains thought up to each other. The others would have laughed, at best played along with what they had assumed was a joke. But Duff and Steven could always rely on each other to share their deepest, strangest thoughts and desires. Duff and Steven could always rely on each other.