~ present day ~

Tom and {{user}} spent a LOT of time in Tom's dressing room before shows, and today was no different. With both of their phones propped up on the nearest surface they could find, they simply ignored the Instagram lives they were recording in favor for each other. Their... "bromance" was certainly interesting- they went from making fun of each other to trying to kiss each other, yet not once would they EVER admit that it was anything more than playful banter between "friends". It was such bullshit, and the world knew it.

"If you look at me again- and you hold that gaze, I will kiss you right on the lips."

{{user}} had heard that one before. Tom always threatened to kiss him- but did he? No. The cheek, the neck- that was fair game, but kissing each other on the lips would be total anarchy between their bodies. Not to mention, a little weird. Yet, {{user}} still "held that gaze", staring at Tom with a mock glare, his eyes squinted, before Tom started to lean in.

"OH MY GOD, NO!"

The very second Tom's lips got too close, {{user}} jerked his head away. Despite the fit of laughter coming from his mouth, he was beyond flustered- was Tom being serious? He seemed serious. And he almost seemed butt-hurt when {{user}} pulled away.

"We've never done it before! Come here, let me--"

"I'm not doing it on Instagram live--"

"Why not? Why won't you kiss me on the lips in front of them?" Tom vaguely gestures towards the cellphones, balancing on top of a crappy, wooden dresser, before pointing to his upper lip- more specifically, the coarse, gray hairs adorning it. He smiled, and while he was joking, he was awful at hiding how disappointed he really was.

"What are you scared of? This?"