Dan was hopping on the balls of his feet, his Sexbang cape flapping in time with each rise and fall. He shook his hands and had his head turned just enough to listen to the sound of people pouring into the theater on the other side of the stage wall.
His attention was turned to Arin when Arin said, “Dude, would you stop bouncing for three seconds so I can tie this?”
“Sorry, this is just such a big venue and I’m so excited,” Dan said with a giggle.
Arin didn’t look irritated but he grabbed hold of Dan’s face, “You’re still bouncing.”
Dan grinned sheepishly, “Sorry.”
“It’s cool man, I get it. Adrenaline fuckin’ hits hard,” Arin said, grabbing the straps of the Sexbang cape to once again try to tie around Dan’s neck. He tightened it off and smoothed it down just to have an excuse to trail his palms down Dan’s chest, “There, you’re ready.”
Dan started bouncing again almost immediately, “Are you sure? I feel like I’m missing something.”
Arin took a few steps back and looked him up and down, putting an analytical finger on his chin. “Hmmm,” he hummed, “looks sexy as fuck to me.”
“You always think that when I’m in costume,” Dan whined, closing the space between them to grab Arin’s hands. “I need something else.”
Arin snorted, “I dunno, dude. My only advice that could possibly improve this would be, like, a fuckton of glitter. Just bathe in glitter. You’d look great, you’d feel great–people would eat that shit up. Just wear glitter and go out there and rock it,” he smiled.
Dan gave him a look, “Are you just saying that because you want to fulfill a fantasy of seeing me wear glitter?”
“Psshh, what? No, come on,” Arin scoffed. “Never. But I am saying I think at least a glittery eye shadow would really bring out the sequins in the cape.”
Dan rolled his eyes and said, “Fine, I’ll talk to the makeup artists.”
“Wait, really?” Arin raised his brows.
Dan giggled, “Yes, really. But only because you suggested it.”
“I…okay,” Arin said with a blush, not adding that he didn’t think he could ever prepare for actually seeing Dan in glitter. Dan winked and practically skipped away to find the makeup artist at his station.
Arin sidled over to the opening in the curtains on the side of the stage, peeking out to watch people trickle in through the far doors while others not-so-subtly tried to mosey their way closer to the stage through the already dense crowd. He heard Dan’s voice behind him ask, “Alright, how’s this?”
Arin turned and felt his heart stop. They hadn’t gone overboard with glitter, just adding a shimmering silver shadow to the lids above Dan’s eyes as well as a faint trace along his cheekbones to accentuate them. Dan might as well have been the sex god his songs made him out to be. Arin opened his mouth to respond, but his vocal cords only produced a strangled, “Arughb?”
The noise sent Dan into a fit of laughter, the singer clutching Arin into a hug partially to prevent him from escaping but also out of a profound fondness for the wholesome genuine reaction. Arin blushed furiously and cleared his throat to try again, saying, “It looks nice.”
“Really? You think so?” Dan chuckled as he pulled his head back to wipe away a tear of mirth before it could smudge his cheek.
“I do,” Arin said matter of factly. “So…suck my dick.”
Dan snorted, “Maybe later. Come on, I’ve got a show to do.”
“Knock ‘em dead, Danny,” Arin said with a small smile, still recovering from his verbal blunder.
Dan grinned and purred, “You know I will, baby,” which rejuvenated the blush before he gave Arin a brief kiss. He’d known he could count on Arin; he was always full of good ideas.
