Pre Chapter Chatter: Hello. :) This is my first Daft Punk fanfiction, so as you might see some things may not make sense and I apologize. I've been busy at work and college and being in a bit of some pain lately so my mind isn't where it naturally is. Thank you. I love you all. 3
"The boys said they wanted a new wardrobe. Something for easier breathing and some aeration holes and zippers."
"Where do they want the holes and zippers? Do they have any design pictures that i can use?"
"They asked just for a full body suit. Zippers in their lower regions, groin and what not."
"All right i will do my best. Merci, Bernard."
"Merci. Have them ready by next Friday, s'il vous plait"
A few months before:
"Guy Man?" Thomas stood in his clean and ironed suit. His helmet placed perfectly on his head and recently polished. His voice muffled slightly which helped his robot look.
"Oui?" Guy Man turned around in his chair at the mirror. He was adjusting an led in his helmet.
"Do I look alright?"
"Oui, you look very nice, though I am having an issue with your necktie." Guy Man stood up and walked to his close friend and business partner. "The colour, It is not complimenting you. It is too loose. Take it off."
Thomas removed his necktie. Guy Man reached for another one. He chose a purple one instead of the blue one previously worn. Guy Man leaned in to Thomas who was a bit taller than him. He draped the necktie under the collar and dragged his fingers along with the silky fabric. He formed it into a perfect necktie. Guy Man slipped it underneath Thomas's jacket and smoothed it down. He couldn't see Thomas's blush but Thomas could see his.
Thomas cleared his throat. "Merci, Guy Man. You look great yourself. Ah and look! We match now you silly goof."
Guy Man looked at his chest. He wore a silk purple bow tie. "Well, the best dressed always stick together." He was still very close to Thomas who didn't say a word until the stage manager opened the door.
"Vous allez être sur scène dans dix minutes. Pourquoi êtes-vous de perdre du temps en regardant comme si vous partagez des secrets?" She asked. Marie tapped her clipboard against the door to hurry the men. Guy Man put his helmet on and rushed after Thomas.
'Someday,' he thought to himself, 'we may indeed be together.'
"Ah my good man. We did amazing. You were spot on as you always are. I am oh so glad that we did include the song you added at last minute. It was the best thing that happened. So many cheers" Thomas hugged Guy Man tightly, letting him loose only after a struggle for breath.
"Merci, Thomas. Eh, Thomas, I was thinking about a thing. We should take some time off after our tour. We have been working so hard, too hard I believe and it will affect your sleep. I have seen you sick from too much work Thomas. I care too much about you to watch you suffer for art."
"Of course, Guy Man. Wonderful idea. We shall go yachting or watch a musical. Time to relax will be superb."
"Very well. Our next date is in three days. We shall sleep and we can rehearse tomorrow."
The men had one more concert in Luxemburg before leaving for Ravensburg. They had shared a private trailer during the day and at night they slept in the main bus.
"Thomas? Have you seen Thomas, Leo?"
"I am up here, Guy Man!" Thomas yelled from the top of the trailer. "I am observing the stars. Come join me."
Guy Man whined but walked to the ladder. He climbed the cold, wet bars to the top where Thomas was patting next to him.
"They are beautiful, excellent idea. Thomas, is this where you always go when I cant find you for breakfast?"
"Oui." Thomas said, flatly. "I've come up here every morning to watch the sunrise."
"Oh. May I join you tomorrow? I watch the sun rising from my bed right before I spill mon cafe."
"Of course! But do not bring your coffee up here, I will drink it on you." Thomas was making jokes with Guy Man.
The sky was turning orange and purple was the horizon behind them. The stars had been up for a while now. Guy Man noticed a small moving object in the sky.
"Oh, Thomas is that a shooting star?"
"Non, I think its a satellite. Or a space craft." Thomas looked at Guy Man who seemed a little disappointed. "But you know what, it might be a shooting star after all. Go on, make a wish."
Guy Man looked up at Thomas. "I don't want to. I have everything I want already. A great life and great people in it. Like you Thomas."
"Guy Man... That was sweet. Thank you." Thomas blushed and looked off. "I am - I am going to get my blanket. I was thinking I would sleep up here tonight. Would you care to join me?"
Guy Man had become warm. "You would not mind?"
"Of course not. Here, I will retrieve our blankets and pillows." Thomas slid down the ladder and into the trailer. Guy Man could hear him talking and laughing quickly to their manager and fall down while running out. He climbed the ladder carefully.
"I have only one blanket. It appears yours has been covered in some cafe." Thomas jokingly scolded Guy Man as he gave him the blanket. "We will share." Thomas removed his button up shirt and tossed it aside. A white t shirt remained on Thomas's dampened skin. His tie had been removed long ago, same with Guy Man's formal shirt. He crawled underneath the blanket with Guy Man.
Thomas shifted as close to Guy Man as he could without breaking the comfort. Guy Man was a much less timid man than most knew him as, but he still got nervous with most things. Thomas was okay with close contact, especially with a man he had grown up with since middle school. Growing up close gave them time to get to know each other. They had formed a great bond from their love of music and would play instruments at Thomas's house late into the sleep overs. Only a few years after college they had become pretty well known around their home country, then soon after they were doing concerts.
'Good night, Thomas.' Guy Man smiled. 'Sleep well.'
'You, too. Good night.' Thomas returned the smile and turned on his side, facing away from Guy Man.
Sometime through the night, guy man woke up. It was about three if he could guess. He was delusional at first, his bed was cold and hard and he didn't have a pillow. Guy man took a minute and remembered he was sleeping on the bus roof with Thomas. He couldn't see Thomas clearly but to his right was a black long mass. If he focused he could make out Thomas's features and differentiate him from the blanket, which Thomas ended up taking most of. Although guy man had less Thomas was lightly shaking. Guy man, in the rare times his compassion was seen as such, lifted the blanket and scooted in closer to Thomas to share warmth. He laid his arm over Thomas's back and their hands fell into each other. Thomas's hand was so cold and for a second guy man thought he felt Thomas squeeze guy his hand. He thought this absurd but it's not as if he would have taken his hand away. Guy man pushed his face against Thomas's back. He listened so intently to Thomas's breath, it was much slower than during the e day. He could faintly feel his heart, which was so calm and it rhythm was slow and melodic. Guy man's heart had slowed too, almost matching Thomas's. He was so comfortable up there with him. Everything was wonderful.
