life on tour//Jake kiszka

if i fell in love with you...

You wake up the next morning, seeing Jake curled up next to you in your little single bed, after an amazing start to the European tour. He must have crawled in with you in the middle of the night after him and the boys had finished celebrating. Eventually his eyes crack open to see you staring at him.

"Hmmm, do you always watch me sleep?", he croakily giggles.

"Only when you've got my name written across your forehead", you cheekily reply.

Almost unfazed by the red pen branded across his forehead, Jake tiredly states," I'm going to kill Sam...and Danny for letting me drink so much my head is pounding."

Josh, Danny and Sam saunter in chuckling away to each other, seeming perfectly fine unlike Jake.

"Maybe you just can't handle booze!", you start to laugh along with the boys.

"I don't know what you're all laughing at", he begins raising his eyebrows at the boys, "you have to go on stage with me tonight looking like this."

You sit up and begin to rub at his forehead. The boys stand and watch the scene go by, eyeing up each other then Jake. It doesn't budge.

"What pen did you use?", you question.

"I cant even remember", whispers Sam as he fidgets around in his pockets until he finds a permanent marker. Jake jumps up out of bed and storms to the bathroom. The rest of you begin to get ready before you head to Liverpool.

Four hours later and you've arrived in, what some people would say, the birth town of music as we know it.

Immediately Danny giddily shouts, "can we go to the Beatles museum? I don't know why we've never been before!"

"I'd never thought you'd ask!", replies Josh as Sam sits smiling away to himself.

"Well lets get going", you whoop and you all clamber out of the bus into the city centre.

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Finally at the museum after a brisk walk through the quaint little shops and market stalls you jump straight back in to the 60s. Looking through pictures that seem ancient while 'love me do' plays and it seems so present. Sam stares in awe at Lennon's early fender VI. You notify Jake and he tip toes up behind Sam, both fading away into a loving trance. To you it seems so strange how someone can love an inanimate object; but then thinking about it, these instruments hold so much life and history inside of them.  You can see why the boys are so passionate about music. Its because every instrument, every microphone, every plectrum and drum stick tells a story...

An hour or so passes and while Sam, Josh and Danny seem to be having the time of their lives, Jake is busy rubbing his eyes tiredly through old records. You walk up behind him and wrap your arms around him slowly and ask, "are you okay?"

Reassuring you then proceeding with a question, "Of course if you're here, but i was wondering do you want to go back to the hotel, I could do with a rest before the show?"
You smile and nod as he clasps your hand in his and we wave goodbye to the boys.

Some well needed time together...alone.

You're back at the hotel and head straight for jakes room. Bursting through the door you drop your bags and flamboyantly throw yourselves on the bed. Tucked up inside Jake's arms, you turn around to face him and smile.
"What?",he questions curiously.
"Are you sure you were tired?", you giggle.
Hesitating he cheekily replies, "Well there's only so many archives you can look through without getting bored...plus I wanted sometime for us." He rolls over till his legs are tangled between yours, body in a press up position, softly kissing your forehead.
Blushing with delight, "Anything else?",you add.
"There's a lot more", he begins as he seductively pecks at your neck, "but it's better if I show you."
Repeating his tantalising neck kisses, he lure's you to the edge of desire and you take the leap to get what you want.
Taking a firm grasp of his shoulders, you take control,switching him to his back. Peeling off your shirt ever so slowly, you passionately kiss him moving down his body.Raw; heat of the moment curiosity. Nothing left to take off-no more teasing. Jake sits up shaking his head, gabbing a bobble and bunning his hair; you've never seen anything so attractive.
Slowly whispering (trying not to ruin the mood), "What if the boys come-"
"Shhh", you interrupt lifting your finger to your mouth, "don't worry about it"
Snaking his hand behind your head he caresses your body with kisses like a thousand tiny hands making you feel things you never have before. You want each other more than ever before...
Suddenly he looks up and smiles at you stating, "I love you."

********************************************sorry this is so short I've got exams so won't be writing for a while but I'll be back in a month!!