Desmond watched Jimmy shift in his chair and drum his fingers on the table as they sat and listened to the house band at a new club that had opened several blocks from their apartment. He placed his hand on Jimmy's to stop the drumming it was getting on his last nerve.

"What is wrong with you?" he softly asked. "You are usually not this rude."

"They need a little help," Jimmy quietly replied.

"First night jitters," Desmond muttered. "Not like you haven't had them a time or two, so give them a break."

"Whatever," Jimmy muttered and pulled his hand out from under Desmond's. The only reason he had agreed to come was the fact that the audience would be allowed to participate at some point during the show.

Desmond shook his head and went back to listening to the band.

Later in the band's set, they opened up the stage for volunteers from the audience.

"My turn," Jimmy told Desmond and quickly got up on stage.

"Asshole," Desmond mumbled and ordered another drink when their waitress passed by. He just hoped that his lover wouldn't try to show up the band's piano player or lead singer.

*&*

Jimmy surprised Desmond. He played nicely with the band even gave them a few tips.

*&*

"I wish I could stay and jam, but we got an early start tomorrow since we need to hit the recording studio before hopping on the tour bus," Jimmy told the lead singer. "It has been a blast."

The lead singer smiled and thanked him for the tips. He told Jimmy and Desmond they were welcome back to the club the next time they were in town.

Jimmy graciously accepted the invitation. He then collected Desmond and hurried back to their apartment.

*&*

"Why did you lie?" Desmond asked him as they walked into their apartment.

"I didn't really," Jimmy hedged. "I mean we do have to hit the recording studio tomorrow."

"But the tour doesn't start for another week," Desmond pointed out. "So you did lie."

"Look, I like the kid and the band will only get better with more practice, but I didn't want to spend what little time we have off between tour legs jamming when I can have bouts of incredible sex with you," Jimmy admitted.

"I don't know why I love you when you can be such a pig," Desmond muttered in mild disgust.

"Because I do this neat trick with my tongue that has you coming back for more," Jimmy retorted with a sly smirk.

"Pig," Desmond said, but pulled Jimmy into his lap for a filthy kiss.

Thank you.