HIs fingers tap absentmindedly against your thigh, the pre-show jitters making their way through his body. You look at Brad, adoring the way his jaw would tense up while his eyes darted around the room to find a distraction. "You'll be great baby."
He looks at you, a small smile playing on his lips. "I hope so." He sighs, brushing a hand through his hair. You scoot closer to him, straddling his lap before cupping his face in your hands.
"You'll be amazing. You always are." You say softly, brushing your lips across his while you speak. You can feel his biceps flex before he grips the small of your back, tugging you closer to him.
Brad looks up at you, nudging his lips against yours before dragging a hand up the hot flesh of your back to grip your neck. Your hands find purchase in your hair as your lips connect, opening to make way for your tongues.
His hands grip onto you as if he was afraid to lose you, pinning you against his body while his chest begins to heave. His nostrils flare when he grips your cheeks, turning over so you are below him.
He nestles himself between your thighs, placing one hand over your jeans, cupping your heat in his palm. A small whimper comes from your throat at the pressure, your hips rolling up into his touch only to feel his prominent bulge against your thigh. "Quickie?" He winks, pulling away to look at you.
You nod, taking the opportunity to catch your breath. Pulling his wallet out from his pocket, Brad searches through the leather. His eyebrows furrow before he closes it, peering around the room. "What's wrong?" You ask, knowing very well that time is of the essence.
"I'm out. I guess I forgot to fucking bring some. Fuck." He groans, laying his face in the crook of your neck. You run your fingers through his hair, trying to help him calm down. "I have to go on stage with a fucking boner."
"Well, maybe we could try it without a condom next time. I mean, I'm on birth control and even if I do get pregnant, we've talked about that possibility before. It's up to you, I'm down for it if you are." You say, watching his eyes widen at your words.
His head nods fast, his hands scrambling to tug at the bottom of your shirt. "Brad, hold on. You have to be on stage in like three minutes." You point out, watching his face fall.
"You can't just tell me I can fuck you without a condom and then tell me we don't have time." He complains, standing to his full height to fix his button up.
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Watching Brad on stage did something to you. Maybe it was the way sweat would drip down his face, soaking his chest so it glistened in the lights, or maybe it was the way he jumped around without a care in the world, feeding off of the energy from the crowd.
You stood off to the side of the stage, watching your boyfriend under the harsh lighting of the event. His eyes flickered over to you once in a while, his iris' filled with lust.
Connor seemed to notice the change in Brad's demeanor as he would throw a smirk in your direction, tossing a wink in there on occasion. You listened to the boys play their final song of the night, the crowd erupting in screams of applause and cries that the concert was over.
Normally, the boys would stay on stage for a bit just to let the fans know how much they appreciate them. Brad seemed to have other plans for tonight though, placing his guitar in the hands of one of the stage managers before making his way over to you at a brisk pace.
"Excuse Brad, Y/N is backstage and she's looking hot as hell." James giggles into the mic, watching as many of the fans scream even louder while some shout angry words. It takes Brad only a few seconds to reach you, his hands gripping your waist before tugging you over his shoulder.
