Mixtape of Their Favorite Band

Dallas’s Perspective

We reached our first stop later that day, and since Alex had talked to Adelaide, he’d had this smirk on his face.

I was in the dressing room at the show with the guys, except Rian, who was in the shower. I was lounging on a couch, my head in Zack’s lap. Suddenly he jumped up and ran out of the room, dumping me on the floor.

“You okay there, Dallas?” Alex asked.

“You know what? I’m gonna go see what happened to Zack.” Adelaide said, getting up.

“Why are you--” Jack started to ask, but Adelaide yanked his shirt and he followed her like a puppy.

I stood up and brushed myself off.

“I’m fine, thanks.” I said coolly, sitting back down on the sofa. Alex came over and sat next to me.

“Listen, Alex. I wanted to talk about last night--”

He stroked my cheek with the backs of his fingers.

“Funnily enough, me too. Adelaide and I talked yesterday.” he whispered.

“And?”

“And she told me that you used to like me.” he smirked, running his hand through my hair, down my neck, to rest at my chest, cupping one of my breasts.

“Alex that’s not the point. We can’t be--” I started to say, but Alex kissed me hard on the lips, leaning over me so all I could feel and see was him.

“Hey guys, what’s--fuck!” I heard and I looked up to see Rian with a towel around his waist. “Alex…” he said slowly.

“Rian, you can’t say anything.” Alex pleaded.

“I have to. You told me you wouldn’t do this shit anymore.”

“Ri, it just happened!” Alex cried.

“It needs to stop ‘just happening!’” Rian snapped.

“Rian, this was my fault.” I lied.

“Dallas, don’t.” Alex warned me.

“Alex, I don’t want to hurt Zack. But I don’t want to keep covering for you either. This needs to stop. That’s it.” Rian said and stormed off.

--

The boys were onstage and I was backstage, and they were about to finish the set.

“So, how y’all doin’ tonight?” Alex asked, walking around a bit with his mike. The crowd yelled a bunch of stuff, but mostly, girls screamed. “I’m pretty good myself. You’ve noticed our bassist isn’t here. Instead we got Stephen Gomez from the Summer Set!! Yeah, Zack ate some bad sushi.” the crowd aww’ed.

“But anyway. We have two special ladies on tour with us this time, and one of them has captured my cold, icy, heart. So in honor of that, I’m gonna play her favorite song of ours. Dallas, this one’s for you.”

I heard the ever-familiar guitar intro and Alex started singing.

“Paint yourself a picture, something perfectly obscure, to hide away the messes behind your manicure…”

I couldn’t believe him. I was thankful that Zack wasn’t here, but still. What if someone was filming? What if there were reporters here? Someone could easily post this to Twitter and YouTube and I would be known as a Straight-Up Hustler.

He finished the song and they said goodnight and Alex grabbed my hand and pulled me into the dressing rooms. When we got into his private room, I pushed him against the wall.

“What the fuck was that?!” I cried, going to punch him in the face, but he grabbed my wrist and held it. I went for his stomach, but he grabbed my wrist with his other hand. “Alex, you know if someone recorded that, we’re both in huge trouble.” I choked.

“Dallas, hey. It’ll be okay.” He said soothingly.

“No it won’t Alex! We can’t work!”

“Dallas, I really fucking like you. I’m willing to do whatever I have to in order to make you see that.”

Maybe it was that stupid song. Maybe it was the thrill of getting closer to being caught. But whatever it was, I found myself leaning up towards him. He leaned down to make it easier for me and touched his lips to mine gently, gradually pressing harder until he was pressing his weight against me, pinning me to the wall.

I raked my fingers through his soft, carefully tousled hair. He slipped his left leg between my own and pulled my tank top straps down my shoulders, running his wonderfully calloused hands up and down my upper arms, as if warming them.

I undid his belt and unbuttoned his skinny jeans, pulling them down. I stroked him through his boxer briefs and he moaned against my mouth. He pulled down my basketball shorts and my thong, then pulled down his boxer briefs and went inside me.

I gasped. He was a lot bigger than Zack.

“Shh, it’s okay, I love you.” he whispered, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear.

He kissed me more tenderly than he ever had and I wanted to melt. He thrust against me, pressing me further against the wall. He grabbed my breasts and started massaging them.

“A-Alex!” I cried out.

“Dallas, fucking god.” he said huskily. He broke away from the kiss. I whined and he chuckled mischievously.

He kissed down my neck and nibbled on my collarbone. I cried out.

“Jesus Christ, Alex!”

He gradually increased his pace until he was pumping in and out of me quickly. My body shook and he came immediately after. I froze. I pushed Alex off of me.

“Was I that bad?” he asked, trying to hide his hurt and anger.

“You didn’t use a condom.” I stated.

“Oh shit.” He put his head in his hands.

Notes

Title: The Curse of Curves, Cute Is What We Aim For

Dallas

sorry this is shit. i suck at sex scenes