That's Alright Mama

"Well, ladies and gentlemen, this one's for you." Josh throws his arm up in the air on stage, his pointer finger extended out to the crowd before landing on you, seated just above stage left. There's a slight lull in the band before Jake begins to play the familiar rockabilly riff that sends you straight to hell. "That's alright, Mama. That's alright for you.That's all right mama, just anyway you do."

What a little fucker. That song is your weakness and it is rare when the band performs it, but when they do, it makes you squirm in your pants every time. He has a shit ton of nerve to perform this song in public knowing what happened the last time.

"Oh, mama. Why so upset?" He purred later that night. "Got you a little too worked up? Did you ruin your panties with your own slick watching me perform for everyone?"

The way that you had fucked that night left you begging for more, but he made sure to save it for another day–and damn if tonight wasn't that fucking night. He knew that you loved it when he would sing in his low register, loved it even more when he could tease you with it. Tonight, you sit in your seat, wanting nothing more than to tear Josh's stupid fucking jumpsuit off and fuck him on sight.

"Alright, LA! Goodnight, aha!" You watch intently as he runs off stage. You rise from your seat, politely excusing yourself from the small strands of fans who know who you are. While you would usually spend as much time with them as you could, tonight, you had one goal and one goal only. You knew he'd be ready and waiting for you, too.

You stomp your way past security, flashing them your crew lanyard, making your way backstage to the sectioned off area for the band and their crew. Your eyes trace every head and face, searching for Josh. All you had to do was look Jake in the eye for him to raise his hands in defense. "Wasn't me, he put it on there at the last minute."

Your face blushed immediately, "What the fuck are you talking about, Jake?" You step forward, invading his space. "Put what on there at the last minute?"

"That's Alright." He eyes you with raised eyebrows and a knowing smirk.

You huffed loudly. Is there anything sacred? "Why the fuck would he tell you that?" That earns an even wider smirk from Jake, "We talk, Y/n. Take it up with him. I'm innocent. Need to see my white flag?"

Jake takes his ear pieces out, putting them back into the case and continues on to grab his guitar from one of the stage hands.

"And where is he anyway?" You ask, looking around. Jake turns to you while placing the guitar in his case.

"Said he was grabbing a drink. Check the dressing room. Don't worry. It locks." He winks at you before snapping the case shut and walking off to join Jita who was talking with Danny and Sam.

You march off towards the elevators, thinking about what to say when you see Josh's smug face. Entering the elevator, you choose the floor down and wait for it to arrive. You spend a moment checking the notifications on your phone. When it dings, your attention remains focused on your phone as you step forward. The doors open and you step out–at least you were going to.

"Just on time," You hear his voice first before raising your attention upward, seeing his hand holding the elevator. "Miss me?" He obviously wants to play with you today, but he won't tame you so easily. The exciting thing about your relationship was that you are both equally matched when it comes to being bratty with one another. You step forward, brushing past him.

"You're a cocky son of a bitch," You spit at him, struggling to conceal the smirk that threatened the corners of your mouth.

"Cocky? Whatever could you mean, Y/n?" He looks at you with an innocent-looking expression. He knew exactly what he was doing.