My heart is stripped just for you(H2OVanoss)

Part 10 - The performance

I'm so so so so so sorry! How many 'so' should I write? More then one moth pause? Gosh, I hate myself. I'm still alive, I promise :D. I better shut up and let you read. I only hope you can forgive me. Enjoy ^.^
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(Vanoss POV)
I subconsciously breathed in his scent and pressed myself closer to his back. My hands drifted upon his body like it was the most nature thing to do. I had never felt in such harmony like dancing with him.

My hand instinctively went lower, lightly brushing against his crouch, then continued on his inner tight. His neck was perfectly placed next to my face. I sensed his body tense, and within few seconds he pushed himself away from me.

"Uhh... alright... what about a break?" He hugged himself insecure.

"Newbie, there's a performance in a few hours. I can't let the birthday girl down, you can't let her down."

"My name's Jonathan," he replied frustrated something I was well aware of.

I walked towards the radio and rewind the music to the exact time. I needed to be sure he could dance through every second of the performance. The idea of fucked up performance was something I couldn't let happen, even if that meant rehearsal the same part over and over again.

"This part again?"

I turned myself to him, and shrugged. Walking towards him, I positioned myself, waited for him to the same. He sighed, but did what I wished he would do. As the exact part of the song came I pressed myself to his back again. I caught myself enjoying this. Having him like this, in front of me, my hands on his body.

"Why are we repeating this section over and over again?" He whispered, when I went turn the music over again.

Fuck! I really don't know. Because I like it a lot more then I should have. But it's understandable, I haven't have sex with Sydney for straight two days. Gosh.

"Boss?" His voice dragged me into the reality.

"Don't ask questions," I snapped at him lot more colder then I intended.

I felt frustration flowing though my body. I couldn't believe I didn't have anything with anybody for two days. I felt like a monk already. After few movements and tries later I decided it was a time to call over the others.

I turned the radio off and watched him sitting down. He seemed to be angry, sad, or frustrated over something.

"I'm gonna get the others. Meanwhile... pick some nickname you're gonna use for today's show," I announced him, then left the room.

Walking though some halls and rooms I managed to gather all of them. As we stepped into the stage room I spotted Jonathan performing again. It fascinated me, mainly his will to try things over and over again, which only approved my idea of his hidden character.

At the moment he saw us he stopped, quickly turning the music off. He stood there embarrassed, like he did something he shouldn't have done. His blue eyes filled with shame.

"He's good. Way better then Mike was," Joe said aloud.

"Alright. Let's try it over together," I said, using my authority.

"Evan, we don't have fourth person though," Clarence said.

"We have," I replied casually, walking towards the radio.

"We have?" Joe repeated.

"Yes, me."

"You?"