“Hurry up man, we’ve gotta leave for New York early.” Rian told me as he wiped his freshly showered face with a towel and hurried past me.
I turned my blow dryer on high and sighed. “I know, five hours away and video shoot at fucking 8 AM.” I mumbled, stressed out by all this rushing in the past week. I still had to go outside and meet the fans in the freezing cold weather. It’s not that I have a problem meeting them; I’m just dying from exhaustion.
I gave up trying to straighten my hair. It dried extremely frizzed, and with my hair, straightening it would make it puff out at weird angles. I figured Jack was already outside, flirting with our fans. I slipped out from behind the black double doors that led into the venue, trying to get outside as quickly as possible without being seen. This failed within ten seconds.
“Alex!” about a hundred teenage girls shrieked in my direction. I put on a huge smile and greeted them. They formed a messy line, Matt urging them to make it single-file.
Although it was challenging for me to focus because of the million red marks blinding my vision from camera flashes, I still caught sight of the tall, dark haired boy outside. I felt my heart lighten a bit when I saw his constant smile, spreading warmth throughout the 10 degree weather.
It was as soon as I made my way outside when I heard the chanting. Confused, I scrunched my eyebrows and looked around.
“Protestors,” A voice said from behind me. I turned around and saw a fan that I met inside. Her eyes were set far into the black, flaky distance. I followed her eyes and sure enough, there were about 7 or 8 protestors just barely visible at the end of the parking lot.
“Against what?” I asked her just as more fans began to catch sight of me.
“Erm, I’m not sure.” She stuttered, blushing slightly.
I smiled at her. “Yeah, it’s hard to see. Thanks anyways.” I said as warmly as I could, and turned to more fans.
**
The number of people outside began to decrease, and I couldn’t get those protestors out of my mind. They were slowly making their way to the front of the venue, and when I had time to slip next to Jack, I could read their picket signs.
They said things like ‘GOD HATES FAGS,’ ‘HOMO SEX IS A SIN,’ and ‘NO FAGS IN KING’S DREAM.’ They all wore shirts resembling gay sex in a red circle, with a thick red line crossing over it. They all chanted different things.
I’ve seen people protesting homosexuality before, but this time it really poked at me. It was really inappropriate to do it right in front of a venue, in a parking lot. Something else about it irritated me, especially with me being pro-homosexuality. I gave them the dirtiest look I could think of.
“Damn Alex, little mad?” Jack poked his head into my field of view, thick eyebrows raised and big brown eyes threatening to melt my heart at this very moment.
I looked away quickly and felt myself blush. “They’re just pissing me off.” I defended.
The slender guitarist snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me close. “I know. But what do they know?” The ring of people around us cooed and smiled. My cheeks burned even more but I couldn’t help but smile back. Jack leaned down quickly and whispered into my ear seductively, “They’re missing out on all the fun.”
His hot breath on my ear made my shiver. I looked at him quickly, then around at the fans, praying that they didn’t hear him. But Jack had already pulled away, and was talking to a small group of girls. I swear that man will be the death of me…
The snow proceeded on falling harder and harder, so the number of people decreased quickly. There were probably only a couple fans left we were chatting with when the protestors came dangerously close and roared in unison.
“ALL TIME LOW IS SAYING IT’S OKAY TO BE GAY. ALL TIME LOW IS SUPPORTING THE INHUMAN PRACTICE WHICH IS BEING A HOMOSEXUAL. ALL TIME LOW IS DEFENDING THE DEVIL.” They chanted loudly.
Matt and some security guards went outside and told the protestors they need to calm down and leave, but they weren’t having that. They still chanted over their demands, marching around the front of the venue.
Angry, I walked up to one of them and spat, “Seriously, bro. You need to leave.”
“Are you a fan of this band, All Time Low? The band that encourages sinning and teaches our society that the pathway to Hell should be our PREFERRED path?”
I stared at the middle aged man for a second, and then laughed in his face. Before I could say anything back, skinny leather jacketed arms wrapped around my waist from behind. Jack rested his chin on my shoulder, his spiky black hair tickling my cheek. My heart jumped and began beating rapidly.
“What’s the problem, baby?” He asked me sweetly. I tried my hardest to not melt into his arms, his warmth, and his sweet, musky scent. Instead I studied the man in front of us, who looked absolutely horrified. His eyes widened and he pointed a shaky finger at us.
“Y-you Satanists! You’re g-going to HELL!” He staggered back, dropping his sign.
“Hm. Just another Crazy. Whatever.” Jack leaned in and softly kissed my cheek and I exploded on the inside.
I looked over at Jack, who stared back innocently. A small smile was spread on his face. I was speechless, and God, I so wanted to be alone with this man right now. I felt myself get excited downstairs as I thought of the things I wanted to do to Jack Barakat. The things I COULD do.
“Come on, let’s go.” Jack smiled and took my hand, pushed through all the mortified protestors, and back into the venue. We made our way out the back door, where we were finally alone.
Jack let go of my hand and casually began to walk to the bus. Confused at this change in emotion, I ran after him, grabbed him, and pinned him to the side of the bus. The taller boy looked at me in surprise.
“And what was that about?” I asked him angrily.
In response, Jack gave a toothy grin. “Whaddya mean?”
“Don’t ‘Whaddya mean’ me.”
My bandmate raised his thick eyebrows, pretending not to know what I was talking about. It made me more frustrated, but the cute little twinkle in his doe eyes made my desire for him burn deeper.
“I know you love me.” I said quietly and sharply to the tall, younger man. He smirked, pushed out of my grasp and flipped our position. I was pinned against the bus now, and no matter how much force I put into struggling out of his grasp, his steady hands never budged from my wrists.
“And you love me. But my feelings aren’t as obvious as yours.” He returned, half growl, half purr.
“As obvious as MINE?” I asked him in disbelief.
He nodded, smirk never leaving his face.
“You kissed me in front of everyone!”
“Alex, they think I’m joking.” He giggled, loosening his grasp on my arms. “You, on the other hand, are completely unaware that your desire for me is obvious. I mean, look at you, you’re as red as a tomato.”
I glared at Jack. I didn’t know what to say either, because he was probably right. I know I had a hard time hiding my feelings. I sighed and looked down.
“It’s adorable, don’t worry.” He said softly.
I looked up at Jack staring into my eyes. God, he was gorgeous. Especially in the cold, dark, wintry night, where the slightest bit of blush was present on his nose and cheekbones. Little white specks had gathered on the dark hair that cradled his face so perfectly in its razored style. Looking into his big brown eyes, I recognized a few more light flakes perched on his long eyelashes. I didn’t believe it was real when the light crunch of snow signaled he had begun to lean in, and when my body started to fall forward, and when our lips eventually crashed together.
I had always loved him from afar. Jack would joke around about us being gay together, I assumed because he knew I was attracted to him. I told myself that he never actually liked me like that though, but when he did that in front of the protester, I knew his feelings for me had to be more than what I thought.
Jack’s hand grazed the bump forming in my pants, and then palmed me ever so lightly over my pants, which made me crazy. “Oh my god,” I breathed.
I felt him smile against my lips. “Want more?” he asked so seductively, I thought I would climax right there. I nodded, my breath becoming shaky.
The male gripped the underside of my upper thighs and lifted me, gently beginning to suck on that sensitive bit of skin just behind my ear. I groaned with pleasure and wrapped my legs around his jacketed waist, trying hard to not start rubbing my body against his as he stepped up the stairs into the empty bus. The rush of warm air and the thin layer of sweat beginning to form on my skin told me that there were way too many layers between us.
Jack tossed me into his bunk, and I automatically reached for my belt. My fingers shook with anticipation, and after many failed attempts, I finally got the damn thing off. I unzipped my pants and shimmied out of them as fast as I could and realized I still had my jacket, scarf, and hat on. I heard Jack giggle, who was standing outside his bunk, already completely stripped down to his boxer briefs. His jet black hair, dyed blonde in strips on top, was messed up a little bit. I stuck out my bottom lip at him.
“Need help, baby?” He cocked his head playfully and crossed his arms.
I smiled and nodded, my eyes never leaving his. Jack smirked and dove into his bunk, pressing his lips against mine passionately as he ripped off my upper body garments.
It was a blur of biting, sucking and rubbing when I was finally down to my boxer briefs. Jack took most control, which I was fine with. He drove me crazy to begin with, and the way he worked his tongue trailing down my torso, the way he picked out and sucked every individual sensitive spot to just the right limit… left me defenseless in his wake, left me begging him for more.
“Please, Jack.” I moaned as his mouth made its way closer and closer to my now rock hard cock, desperately wanting out from underneath my underwear.
Jack looked up at me innocently as he made his way down until he was just above it, sucking roughly on the skin. It took all of my willpower to not buck my hips up against him. I breathed in deep and clenched his sheets. “Please.” I whispered again, letting my head fall back and my eyes squeeze shut.
Jack chuckled against my skin and slowly clenched the elastic of my boxers in between his teeth, pulling them down my legs and tossing them to the side with his mouth.
I gasped in pleasure when Jack took me entirely, all at once. He swirled his tongue around as he sucked, and I didn’t know how he didn’t choke with each wonderful head bob he made down my shaft.
He sucked me until I was moaning his name and pulling his hair with sweaty hands, and came on his face. I fell back and looked up at Jack with tired eyes, and couldn’t believe it yet again when he wiped himself off with his fingers and swallowed every last bit of cum.
“How was that?” He asked me sweetly, wiping his face with his discarded shirt and snuggling up to me.
“Jack, that was wonderful.” I kissed the top of his head and felt myself start to get drowsy. I heard the front door of the bus open as the rest of the guys got into the bus. I whispered into his soft hair before finally falling into a deep sleep, “I can’t wait to give you your turn.”

Notes

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