"So, how was the show?" Bill asked, putting an arm around Gabe and giving him a soft kiss as they walked in the dark. It was 2 am and the park was empty, the perfect time for him and Bill to go for a walk.

"I don't know, you tell me," he said.

"Well, I thought it was good. My singing especially." Gabe smacked Bill on the head and Bill burst out laughing. They got near a bench and Gabe flopped down on it, closing his eyes and pulling Bill next to him. He felt a slight pressure on his right side as Bill sat down next to him and did the same.

"It's peaceful, isn't it?"

"When you've been listening to screaming girls for the best part of the day, I guess everything else is peaceful," Bill replied. Gabe had to agree.

"How do you deal with everything? The fame, the stress? " he asked, resting his elbow on the backrest and turning his body so he faced Bill. Bill opened his eyes and looked up at the sky, sighing.

"I find some way," he said, turning around to look at Gabe. They stared at each other for a while. Bill's hair was down and he'd washed up but there were still traces of smudged eyeliner around his eyes.

"Do you ever get it all off?" Gabe asked, tracing his finger across Bill's bottom lid and wiping some of it away, or rather, smudging it even more.

"Not since I was 15," he said, smiling. Gabe made to take his hand away, feeling the heat build up in him again. Bill grabbed it before he could put it down and leaned forward. They were making out in full force within moments. Neither one of them could keep their hands off each other, proven by the fact that Gabe was already ripping his leather jacket off his shoulders. Bill let him take it off, sliding his hands under the shirt Gabe was wearing.

"I love you, Gabe," he muttered. Gabe let his actions answer him. He moved down to kiss his neck, leaving marks where his lips touched Bill's soft skin. Bill let his head fall back, shuddering as Gabe's teeth grazed his skin. Gabe moved back up and kissed his lips apologetically. They heard a click and Bill pulled back sharply, looking around. Gabe stared at him, confused.

"What was that?" he asked. Bill didn't answer. His eyebrows were knit together as he concentrated on something.

"Come," he said, shrugging his leather jacket back on. He took Gabe's hand and they both got off the bench. The both of them had only gotten so far when they were swamped by hoards of paparazzi. It too a while for Gabe to realize what was happening. Bill shielded his face with his arm and grabbed Gabe's hand, pulling him away from the blinding flashes. Gabe followed silently, not knowing where he was going. His mind was a blur. He had never experienced something like his before.

"Bill, who's your friend?" one of the photographers shouted. Bill ignored him, giving all his attention only to Gabe, who was overwhelmed by the sudden madness. He had read about it, but seeing it up close for the first time was too much. They got to the car and Bill fumbled with his keys. The photographers were ruthless, trying to get every last picture they could manage to get.

"That your boyfriend, Bill?" another one asked. Bill didn't pay any attention to him, or the rest of them and unlocked the car. He opened the door for Gabe and half pushed him inside quickly, before getting into the driver's seat. He started the car and drove off. The drive was silent. Bill didn't say a word. The tension in that small space was overwhelming, almost more overwhelming than the photographers. Bill was going at eighty miles per hour and the roads were slippery since it had rained earlier.

"Bill, go slower please," Gabe asked, still dizzy from all the flashes. Bill listened and decreased the speed, keeping it below sixty for the rest of the drive, which wasn't long. They got to the hotel soon, and went up to his room. Bill shut the door behind them and turned to Gabe, running his fingers through his hair with frustration.

"Are you okay?" he asked, worry showing very clearly on his face. Gabe walked towards him and pulled him into a hug.

"I'm fine." Bill relaxed at those words.

"They're going to find out about us now," Gabe continued, pulling back slightly to look at his face properly. Bill smiled, but the expression didn't reach his eyes.

"Let them find out." It was clear that they were both exhausted, and Bill pulled him over to the bed, going unconscious almost immediately after his head touched the pillow. Gabe smiled to himself watching him sleep and turned the lights off, before passing out as well.