TOUR

⚠️eighteen⚠️

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Smut warning
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We all were soon on stage, goofing off as we danced and purposely messed up our lyrics. I smile, unable to hold in my giggles as Jonah pretends to be a guitarist, nodding his head to the beat of Trust Fund Baby that was blasting in the venue. I decide I want to join and sneak up to Brandon's drums, quickly getting the beat down as I play.

"You know you look pretty hot when you play drums." Corbyn says from behind me, wrapping his arms around me. I stop playing, smiling up at him.

"I do?" He nods, placing a kiss on my cheek. Screams could be heard and the blonde quickly looks up. I follow his gaze, my eyes landing on the gate at the enterance. They saw us.

"Shit." I could feel my chest start to tighten as I drop the drum sticks. They couldn't know. They couldn't know. I feel Corbyn grab my arm, yanking me backstage. He quickly places his lips on mine, slowly calming my body.

"Are you okay baby?" He asks after pulling away. I nod, wiping my eye.

"I don't want them to know." I mumble. His gaze softened as he pulls me into a hug, resting his chin on my head.

"That's perfectly fine. I'll talk to security about blocking off the gate." I nod, placing a peck on his cheek before walking back out. The screams could be heard again as they watched the boys goof off. Jonah walked over, smiling softly at me as he placed a hand on my shoulder.

"You okay buddy? I saw Corbyn take you back there.." I nod, glancing uncomfortably at the gate.

"Yea I um. They saw me and Corbyn. I panicked but I'm okay now." I admit. I watch as security starts to put up a tarp over the gate, the fans protesting. I felt bad but I also knew it was the right thing to do.

"Mm does that mean I can hug you and kiss you now?" Corbyn hums, wrapping his arms around my waist and setting his head in my shoulder.

"Oh get a room you two." Zach scoffs. Corbyn glances over at him before smirking.

"You're just jealous." He chuckles.

"No? Why would I be jealous?" Zach says, now clearly bothered.

"Because were getting laid and you're still using your hand." I glance at the blonde, not quite understanding what that meant.

"What does that mean?" I ask. Zach looks at me before smirking.

"Nothin buddy." I blink, before looking at Corbyn.

"If this is another one of your secrets..." I start, the blonde sighing.

"Getting laid means having sex." I blush, glancing at Zach.

"Oh. What about his hand?" Zach's smirk widens.

"Why Don't you go show him. Huh Corbyn?" I glance at the blonde, nodding eagerly.

"What about your hand?" I ask, excited and confused. Corbyn grumbles shaking his head.

"No." I pout.

"Why?" He glares at Zach, flipping him off.

"Jonah thump him will you? You're closer than I am." He growls. I glance at the blonde, annoyed. I get up, heading backstage. If there's anything I loathe it's not being told what's going on.

"Daniel- Daniel cmon." Corbyn says as he follows me. I ignore him, continuing to walk away from him.

"Daniel stop." I don't, the blonde quickly grabbing my wrist.

"Let go of me!" I snap.

"Not until you talk to me." I rip my arm from his grasp, glaring at him.