He loves watching his younger band member dance. He'll even go as far as to purposefully mess up the dance moves he knows so well, so he can ask the younger to help him practice. All because he wants to be alone with him, and watch his body move to the beat, and watch as the sweat slowly forms along his brow and drips down his neck to be caught by his already damp wifebeater. 

 

He's told himself so many times that what he's doing is wrong, he can't be thinking about the younger this way, but no matter how many times he tells himself that he always finds himself gazing at the younger, thinking about how nice it would be to cuddle up in those strong arms and lay his head in the crook of his neck and inhale his scent. His eyes wander to the youngers plump lips and wonders what they would taste like, feel like moving against his own.