“Jeez, big crowd tonight,” Rian said as he peeked out the curtain onto the stage where Pierce the Veil was preforming. He looked at his band mate and best friend, Zack, “Nervous?”
Zack leaned against the wall and shook his head. He crossed his buff, tattooed arms, “Nope. You?”
“Nah, ten years of something and somehow you get used to it,” he laughed and smiled at his phone as he texted Cassidee back. Warped Tour was a strain on their relationship, no matter how much he loved her.
Zack yawned, “Speaking of getting used to something, I’m really getting used to the whole Jalex thing going on. They’re really good at acting like they’re together.” He closed his eyes. Zack was the calm, collected one of the four.
“It’s getting kind of… weird. Even I believe them sometimes,” Rian looked at Zack, “Don’t you wish they’d knock it off for just one show?”
Zack shrugged, “It increases popularity. The fans love it.”
“I guess.”
Alex smiled as he heard the dressing room door close; he leaned off the desk and back into the chair he was sitting in when he felt Jack’s hand on his shoulder. He felt his cheeks start to get warm. It was crazy how even just a slight touch from Jack could get Alex excited.
He felt Jack’s hot breath on his ear and shivered, “Hey, babe. I can’t wait to see you out there tonight,” Jack planted feather light kisses right below Alex’s ear and heard him sigh.
“Did you get me drinks?” Alex smiled and reached back to run his fingers through Jack’s hair.
Jack took Alex’s hand in his own and kissed his fingertips lightly, “I’ve got a whole lot more than that for you, babe,” and he took Alex’s middle finger into his mouth and sucked lightly, twirling his tongue around the tip and down the sides. Alex groaned, imagining what that mouth could- and has- done to him.
“Jack, we don’t have time… we go on in twenty minutes,” Alex closed his eyes, willing this moment to go on forever.
He heard Jack groan in his ear, “That’s all I need. And I want you. Right now,” he pulled Alex out of the chair by the arm and pushed him against the desk.
Alex gasped as his hip bones hit the edge of the wooden desk, he could see the expression on Jack’s face, a mix of need and pain –probably from the discomfort in his pants- in the mirror that he was in front of. Jack’s hands ran down his sides possessively, and he hooked his fingers in his belt loops, using this newfound hold on Alex to pull his bootay against his crotch. Alex smiled and closed his eyes when he felt Jack’s hard length grind against him, and he felt himself get hard at the feeling. Jack had just pulled away from him to unbutton his pants when Alex turned around and grabbed his hands, stopping him.
“No. I want to do it,” Jack smiled gratefully when Alex kneeled in front of him. He closed his eyes and felt him rub his hand up and down his length through his jeans.
He groaned, “Alex… please,” Alex grinned and took his time undoing the button on his jeans, and even more time pulling the zipper down. Jack’s cock strained against the material as Alex slid the tight black pants down Jack’s thighs, never breaking eye contact with Jack. Jack’s cock sprung up, forming a tent in his loose boxers, Alex smiled and kissed the tip through the material. He did it again, this time on the ridge of the head, he loved the feeling of Jack’s hot length. Jack groaned and clenched his fists, he was so hard that he felt like he could cum just by Alex’s kisses.
