Five mere minutes remained until the start of the show.

The stadium was fully booked, filled to the brim with thousands of fans awaiting the moment when the lights would go out and bring their favorite Rockstar onstage. The loud chatter and cheering of Boothill's fans left no room for silence within any inch of the venue — and that included the backstage area where said Rockstar waited for his cue to make his grand entrance.

He was well occupied, though. Perhaps too well, even.

With the deafening noise beyond the stage, none would be any wiser if Boothill would take those last five minutes and use them to trap his gorgeous model of a partner behind obscuring curtains and make out with them, no?

Boothill nearly forgot the time and the reason he was there to begin with as he kissed you where no one could see, one hand on your waist, the other firmly but lovingly buried in your hair at the back of your head.

He only ever parted a few inches and left some space between you when you needed to breathe.

"Haaah... Y'know, 'm tempted to stay back here and keep ya in my arms, sugar."