Haunted

Always Be

Maddox was able to let go of all his anxiety about performing by the time he got on stage for his first show in Rome. By his third week back on tour all of it felt familiar again, like it had before his Christmas break. He loved being on stage and had an amazing time meeting his fans and taking pictures with everyone.

But if that part of his life was going well, Maddox had to admit there was some serious trouble in another part.

"Maddox, stop," Jackson pushed his hand away as it got close to his waistband.

"Come on, I know you want it," Maddox begged, pushing right back.

"No!" Jackson actually shoved him and Maddox fell off the bed.

"Fuck," Maddox groaned as his head hit the dresser.

"Sorry," Jackson didn't actually sound sorry.

"It's my fault," Maddox sighed. He stayed on the floor where he was.

"Maddox," Justin only opened the door enough so his voice could be clearly heard. "Bedtime," he ordered.

Justin was actually really good about letting Maddox and Jackson hang out alone so they could have time together where they didn't have to pretend nothing was going on between them. Maddox had to admit his dad was a lot cooler about the whole thing than he'd expected.

"Okay," Maddox sighed again and Justin shut the door. Jackson put his shirt back on and gave Maddox a look. "Goodnight."

"Night," Jackson shook his head and gave Maddox what really could only count as a high five as he left the room.

"Goodnight high five," Maddox mumbled to himself. "Started no porn ever," he made a face and pulled himself up off the floor.

As much as he wanted to be good to Jackson, because he really did like him a lot, it seemed like his boundaries got more and more frustrating every day. At first Maddox hadn't minded because it hadn't been so long since he'd hung out with The Singer but now that it had been over a month it was absolutely miserable. He was horny almost all the time and having to jack himself off just wasn't the same as letting someone else do it.

It seemed like the more Maddox tried to push Jackson the more Jackson insisted on not doing anything. So was Maddox just supposed to wait forever? Or was there something specific Jackson was waiting for? He had no idea and the longer it took the harder it was to care. Maddox grabbed his phone.

The first thing he did was text Jackson to apologize because he felt like an asshole but also because he knew that he was about to do something wrong. Not that Jackson would ever find out the second part.

Maddox: what are u doing?

The Singer: drunk

Maddox: can i see u?

The Singer: nope

Maddox: please?

The Singer: r u alone?

Maddox: yes

Maddox waited for a response but nothing ever came. An hour passed and he decided he would have to take care of himself. But just as soon as he'd gotten his pants down his phone started to vibrate. The Singer was trying to Facetime with him.

"Hi," Maddox said. The Singer was in his hotel room and pulling his shirt off. From the angle of the picture it looked like he had set his phone down on the bed.

"Hi yourself," The Singer laughed. "What are you doing?"

"Um, nothing," Maddox shrugged. He hadn't put his pants back on in his hurry to answer the phone.