"There's a story at the bottom of this bottle..." Alex finished the line of the last song, the music hitting one final peak before dying down. The almost overcrowded stadium roared with applause and cheers. Alex couldn't help but smile back at the thousands of faces he saw. Never in a million years did he think he would ever be out here living his dream. Never did he think that thousands of people from all over the world would join together for their love of music. His music. And yet here he was, living his rockstar fantasy with his three best friends by his side.

"Thank you, Anaheim, you guys have been fuckin' amazing!" He exclaimed into the microphone, earning even more cheering. He heard drumsticks clatter to the floor and chuckled a bit, knowing what was going to happen. In a matter of three seconds, Rian, Zack, and Jack surrounded him in a tight group hug, which he gladly reciprocated. They pulled apart after a while and Alex about to go back to the microphone to say a few more words, but felt a weight on his right shoulder.
Turning to his right, he found Jack's chin on his shoulder, the guitarist's eyes lightly closed and his arms wrapped lazily around the vocalist's waist. He heard a faint "Fuck yeah, Jalex!" from someone in the crowd, but couldn't be bothered to make out who it was because he was too busy thinking about how adorable his boyfriend was.

Yes. Boyfriend.

Unbeknownst to the people in front of them, the romantic stage banter set up between Jack and Alex is actually genuine. Well, it became officially genuine a couple months ago when the two boys finally confronted each other about the feelings they felt for each other since high school. Alex knew the fans would be supportive if he and Jack chose to come out to them (their reaction to Jack practically clinging onto him helping support that claim), but he decided that it would be best to wait. They'd only been officially together for a few months, coming out to their fans this early seemed to be moving a bit too fast. To Alex at least, he didn't know what Jack thought about the whole situation.
The only thing he does know is that Jack is probably not going to let him go anytime soon.
Alex walked up to the mic anyway, albeit a bit awkwardly because of the guitarist's grip on his lower body. Once he reached the area, he carefully removed Jack's arms from around his waist, steadying the younger male so he doesn't fall over.

"Alright we better get going otherwise Jack over here is probably going to fall flat on his face, but once again, thank you all so fucking much and goodnight!" He screamed into the microphone, the cheering becoming deafening at this point. And with that, they left the stage, the cheers sounding more and more faded until they couldn't hear anything.
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"Alright guys, we have a tight schedule so get your shit packed so we can get to the hotel as quickly as possible and get some sleep," Flyzik, their manager, ordered before leaving the backstage area and talking to someone else, most likely one of the people running the pub they just performed at. As everyone began packing, Alex noticed that his raven-haired boyfriend wasn't even near his guitar case. Instead he was sitting down on one of the couches, staring at the floor. Alex walked over to the couch, plopping down next to Jack and wrapping his arms around his waist, just like Jack had done to him before.

"Hey baby," Alex whispered, pecking the side of his head.

Jack immediately cuddled into his side, burying his face into the crook of the vocalist's neck and murmuring something unintelligible.

Alex bit back a laugh and stayed perfectly still, knowing exactly what would happen if he moved even the lightest bit. This almost always happened after every show: Jack would get extremely tired after jumping around the stage like a madman for hours, and then becomes really clingy and starts cuddling with the person that's closest to him, Alex more often than not being this person.

Alex squirmed a bit as Jack got a bit more comfortable. It wasn't like he hated when Jack did this, in fact it was the exact opposite. He loved when Jack got all cuddly when he was tired. It made him seem more lovable than he already was.

The only problem was that he was kind of stuck underneath Jack, who was comfortably situated on his lap.

"Jay," he whispered, wriggling underneath his lover. "C'mon, you have to pack."

"Pack later, sleep now," Jack murmured, his words sounding slurred from his sleepiness. He tried to get back to sleep, but Alex's constant wiggling from underneath him kept him awake.

"Alright alright, lets make a deal," Alex tried compromising. "If you pack, you can sleep on the ride back to the hotel. How does that sound?"

"Depends. Will you-" Jack cut himself off with a yawn. "Will you cuddle with me on the bus?" The guitarist's cheeks were tinted pink as he buried his face back into his boyfriend's neck. Meanwhile, said boyfriend was trying his best not to flip his shit because dear god, how much cuter can this boy get?

"Of course babe. Why wouldn't I cuddle with you?" Alex replied. But Jack was already up and moving right after the vocalist said 'of course.' And as Jack moved to pack his stuff, albeit a bit shakily due to his drowsiness, Alex just stared at him, wondering how he got so lucky.
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Around an hour later, everyone was packed and the tour bus had just started its trip back to the hotel they were all going to stay at.

The two lovebirds were sitting inside Jack's bunk, cuddling each other. The younger of the two immediately dozed off as soon as he laid his head down on Alex's lap. The vocalist stared down at the sleeping male, noticing that some of his hair was covering his eyes. Alex gently brushed the hair away, then proceeded to watch his boyfriend sleep some more.

Call him creepy, but there was something about how peaceful Jack looked when he was asleep that Alex loved seeing so much. Jack often overworked himself before shows, a bad habit that occured when he started getting comments about how "bad" he was at playing guitar, and Alex hated seeing him so stressed. So seeing the stress go away as soon as his eyes closed-

Alex's thoughts were cut off by the bus riding over some bump, most likely a speed bump, causing him to jump slightly from the harsh movement. Suddenly, he felt movement on his lap. He looked down to see Jack stirring, presumably woken up by the movement.

"Hey, it was just a bump, you can go back to sleep," Alex soothed, running his fingers through Jack's hair, knowing how that helped make Jack fall asleep faster. But Jack was already semi-awake, and managed to push Alex down on the bed with the very little strength he had in his drowsy state. Groggily, he cuddled into Alex's side, his breath coming out in short puffs onto the older male's neck. Getting the hint, Alex turned onto his side (being careful not to wake Jack up) to get a bit more comfortable and wrapped one arm around his lover's torso, pulling him closer so that there wasn't any space between them. His other hand was absentmindedly carding through Jack's raven locks.

Alex looked down at his beau once again, taking in every detail. Like how little snores were coming out of his partially-opened mouth, how he loosely fisted the front of Alex's sweatshirt, and how he occassionally nuzzled into Alex's side. The vocalist smiled, gently pressing a kiss onto the younger male's forehead and muttering a "sweet dreams, love" before holding him silently for the rest of the bus ride.

Never in a million years did Alex think he would ever be out here living his dream. And yet here he was, living his rockstar fantasy with his two best friends and his loving boyfriend by his side.

Notes

eugh this sucks. please help destroy my self-esteem, it gives me the motivation to continue writing gay-ass fanfiction while roasting myself. i'm a desperate attention whore my apologies.