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August was always told by their family that being confident would get them anywhere. They took this to heart, especially when it proved to be true today, as their confidence helped them find their head in between their lead singer's thighs. Their tongue was teasing Willow's folds in a deliberate fashion, something that usually had Willow tensing and relaxing with anticipation. Something was off today however, as Willow was less reactive than usually. Was August an expert at this? Not really, however they expected that Willow was non the wiser to any lack in experience. With pride, they would recall all the times they already made Willow come the last few weeks. They suspected Willow wasn't as experienced as some of their lyrics would suggested either. The first week of the show they had asked Rowan if Willow was seeing anyone, and learned that they really hadn't since… No, not the time for this train of thought. Doubt threatened to enter their mind as they planted little kisses along Willow's labia. They didn't doubt themselves often, unless, it came to Willow. They had that effect on them since the very start. Making August hesitate where normally they would act. Regardless, it wasn't hard to see something was different with their singer.
August was good at observation and reading people. And Willow was easy to read. In the bed and outside of it. They rarely were able to hide their emotions, and even when they tried, August found that they were able to dig underneath, to find whatever Willow was trying to hide. They wondered how no one else was able to see this. People accused Willow of lying, cheating and duplicity, as if everyone else couldn't see what an open book Willow actually was. How they showed them with every expression, reaction and move who they were.
August moved their mouth up to Willow's clit, circling it with their tongue before sucking softly. Willow moaned softly. Another thing August learned about their lead singer since the start of their thing. Willow was usually very noisy. They had absolutely no control over their voice during sex, something that almost got them two in trouble, more than once already. But August liked it. It felt rewarding to have audible proof of their efforts. And if someone heard? Well August was also discovering a boastful part of themself.
Which is why Willow's relative silence was pulling them out of the experience more and more. Before even more uncertainty clouded their mind they tried to think logically about what was happening. Which wasn't exactly easy in their current state. Willow was the one that initiated the intercourse, they seemed a bit tired but excited. But even without seeing their face now, Willow's upper body sprawled on the bed, August could feel that they were a bit absent. Which lead to another thing August learned about Willow.
Willow was an overthinker. They have told them that themselves. The whole band liked to joke about it. The usually cheery singer could sit somewhere and come up with the most terrible scenarios. They couldn't approach any situation without worrying about every possible outcome. With how everything has been going, August couldn't even blame them.
Often Willow would try to put on a positive front for the band, for their friends. But it was easy for August to see the dread in Willow's eyes. August knew this feeling well. They spent their whole adolescence worrying about everything. They tried to not do it nowadays. Of course, the show wasn't helping, making them worry about their place on the show, about the reactions back home, about the band. About Willow. But August was better at controlling it. Years of practice. Willow wasn't. And by the way they were acting, August could now understand that Willow's mind was miles away.
They pulled their mouth away from Willow's warm pussy, looking up at them, thinking the lack of contact would be enough to get their attention. Willow only groaned a little, moving their hips up, trying to chase the warmth of August's mouth, but their face was still facing away. August almost laughed at Willow's body apparently acting on it's own, without much input from their head. August really wanted their attention. They smiled to themselves and brought their mouth to the soft flesh of Willow's tigh, and nipped the skin there with their teeth. This finally seemed to get a reaction out of Willow. They eeked out a squeal and brought their body up to look at August's head between their legs.
"What was that for?" Willow said with furrowed brows and genuine confusion on their face.
"Where are you Willow?" August said without any accusation. They really did want to know what's going in their singer's head. And help them deal with it.
Willow started looking embarrassed and guilty almost immediately. That's not what August was hoping to achieve, but it was to be expected. Willow might've felt that as they immediately moved to their signature humor and deflecting.
"I'm pretty sure I'm in a hotel room, on a really comfy bed, with my gorgeous drummer looking very hot between my legs." Willow squeezed their legs together around August's head playfully. "Where are you, August?" Willow teased.
August grinned at them, slowly untangling themselves from Willow's legs, to stand up. "Well, I was exactly where I wanted to be" they laid on the bed next to Willow so they could face each other fully "but I get the feeling you're thinking again."
"Gosh, August. I think you shold worry much more about when I'm not thinking." Willow said with a laugh that didn't seem all that humourous.
"You're worrying again. And usually I'm very good at making you forget about whatever is troubling you." With those words they brought their hand to tease the delicate skin of Willow's thighs, and finally got a reaction, a shiver out of them.
Willow laughed for real now, with the earlier embarrassment melting away slowly.
"God, you're so full of yourself sometimes." Willow brought their hand up to brush back some of August's curls away.
"You bring that out in me, and, I see no reason not to be." They sent Willow their best charming grin and with delight they saw it definitely worked on their singer.
Willow huffed out a breath and laid back on the bed fully, staring at the ceiling for a moment, as if bracing themselves before bringing up whatever was bothering them.
"It's nothing new truly. I'm just… I'm worried about the band. About how weird things have gotten between us all." Willow seemed to need to get it all out so August propped their head up on their hand and listened.
"I feel like I officially lost control over anything that's happening to us. I'm worried about Ri. I'm terrified of going online to see what people are saying about me." Willow paused looking in August's eyes. "I'm worried about you. I feel like I pulled you in so much bullshit by inviting you to audition with us."
August's feelings were conflicted. They didn't want Willow to busy their head with worries about them, but on the other hand, it felt reassuring that Willow cared about August, as much as they cared about them.
"I think we can blame the auditon on Clare." That got August an adorable snort out of Willow. They moved their body to lean over Willow to stress their next words. "But like I told you, Willow, I'm exactly where I want to be right now."
August moved down to plant a kiss on Willow's lips. They had been kissing a lot, everytime they managed to be alone. And everytime it feelt new and special, like it will feel this way forever. Once they parted Willow looked more like themselves, no longer lost deep in their own mind.
"You're so sweet Auggie." The nickname that Clare had bestowed them made its way to Willow, but somehow August didn't mind it when Willow was the one saying it. Willow pushed them back so they ended up reversed, Willow now towering over them on the bed with a grin of their face. "I'm going to show you just how happy you make me, now."