Gustavo & Richard (BL)

(you are Richard)

When Gustavo met Richard, he felt a deep and quite strong connection. Not only because of their shared tastes in music, there was something else he perceived and didn't know what it was, but he could feel it around Richard. He admired how he played the guitar, when they performed with their band on stage, friction wasn't as recognized but when working together; it was just them and no one else

After finishing a concert, they arrived at Richard's house sweaty and exhausted, leaving their things on the floor. The backpack resonated loudly on the floor, the guitars in a corner and both remained in bed, in silence, their bodies relaxing, it was not uncomfortable at all that silence between them and it was quite comfortable

"I have a David Bowie vinyl, maybe you'd be interested." Richard's voice caused the thought bubble to be destroyed. Gustavo smiled widely, his blue eyes shining with excitement.

"I'd love to hear it." He settled more comfortably in bed, feeling Richard get out of bed and search for the vinyl. His eyes silently watched Richard search with an emotion that he could decipher, he sighed softly. Just remembering Richard's movements on stage, his hair in his face and looks that seemed to melt any girl, Gustavo returned to his bubble of conflicting thoughts, clearly he was in a bad way and he couldn't think about his hands that all he thought about was...

"Gustavo, are you okay?" Richard watched him worriedly, the vinyl was playing throughout the room and was already beside him, since when did he come back to bed? Not even Gustavo felt it

"I'm fine, just exhausted from the concert." He showed him a smile, pretending that it was not bad and Richard nodded silently, without asking more, although he was suspecting something. The room fell silent, while the vinyl did not stop resonating, Richard fell asleep and Gustavo watched him, without thinking twice, his lips touched Richard's

I was inspired by an anecdote where Gustavo and Richard listened to music together.