Wow, another chapter already? Dayum, I'm good. xD

Okay, here goes chapter five. It's a little…sensual? I enjoyed writing it though.

Sandalaris asked if we were going to see a shirtless Kevin in this chapter. Since she asked for it…here it is. Imagining him shirtless was really quite fun. In fact, I'm still imagining him shirtless. It's a very nice image.

Oh, and I don't own JONAS. I wish I owned a shirtless Kevin. You have no idea how happy that would make me.

I was waved backstage and greeted by Stella.

"The boys are in the green room, come on."

I hadn't seen Kevin since he took off at school and found out right afterward that he was totally into me, so I was a little nervous. When I finally saw Kevin- still wearing those jeans and that leather jacket- I had to catch my breath. His cheeks were red and flushed and his curls were plastered to his forehead and he was sweaty and a little out of breath and he was smiling and he looked beautiful.

"Hey, Kevin," I said softly as he walked up to me. I was looking down at my shoes, scared to look at him.

"Hey, Mace," he said, just as softly, before wrapping me in a slightly sweaty hug. "Sorry about the sweat," he whispered in my ear.

"I'm an athlete, Kevin. A damn good one at that. Where would I be if I was scared of a little sweat?"

"Good point."

We were still hugging each other, oblivious to the flurry of activity around us. Stella tapped on his shoulder,

"Kevin, you need to put on something else so I can clean your concert clothes, okay?"

He pulled away from the hug, giving me a small smile,

"Sure Stells, where are my other clothes?"

Stella pointed to a rack in the corner of the room and walked out, leaving me alone with Kevin. He went over to the rack, picking out a random shirt. He unzipped the leather jacket, shrugging it off his shoulders and letting it slide down his arms, before he tossed it onto the rack. Then…he took off the t-shirt he was wearing under the jacket.

His back was to me and what a very nice back it was. I assume I made some kind of startled gasping sound because Kevin turned around as he was about to pull the other shirt over his head and his eyes locked with mine. I attempted to keep my eyes trained on his face, but the knowledge that he was shirtless was too great a temptation. My eyes traveled down from his face to his chest. He looked good. He looked really good. He was a bit on the pale side, but not pasty like Edward Cullen-which is disgusting. He wasn't overly muscular, like a lot of the guys I know, but he wasn't bony either. He was that perfect mix of built and skinny geek that I found incredibly sexy. His chest and abs were impressive. Like really impressive. Like Michelangelo's David impressive. Like better-than-most-of-the-guys-on-the-swim-team impressive. He had a fair amount of hair that started right below the hollow of his throat and traveled down into the waistband of his jeans that were hung dangerously low on his hips.

It might just be me, but a little chest hair is probably a good thing. Otherwise I'd always be wondering if he got his chest waxed or something…that would be nasty.

I know, I'm weird.

"Macy?" Kevin said sheepishly, somewhat distracting me from my thoughts, "Macy? Mace? You okay?"

He took a few steps toward me, waving his hand in front of my face. I was still staring at his chest. It was an incredible chest. If ever there was a doubt in my mind concerning the existence of god, it was wiped from my mind. There had to be a god in order for this perfect specimen of male beauty to be standing shirtless in front of me. I forced my eyes up to his face, surprised to see him blushing furiously. I opened my mouth to say something but-

"Kevin! Where are you? Macy might be our Number One Super Fan, but we do have other fans with backstage passes, and I'm sure they want to see you as much as they want to see me and Nick!" yelled Joe, barging into the green room. Kevin and I jumped apart and he quickly put on the shirt, obstructing my view of his chest. I really hated Joe all of a sudden. And then I really, really hated him when he shouted,

"Hey, Kevin, dude! Way to go! You got Macy to notice you!" I was mainly hating on Joe for saying that because Kevin started freaking out and ran off. He put on a shirt first though.

I gave Joe a hard glare and whipped around, determined to find Stella. When I did, she dragged me into a dressing room and pelted me with questions,

"What happened? Did you kiss? Are you going out now? Is he your boyfriend?"

"He took his shirt off and I freaked out. No. No. No."

"So me leaving you two alone did nothing?"

"No, you not distracting Joe caused nothing to happen."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, he burst in the room when Kevin and I were alone together. Something could have happened, but you know Joe. He has this built-in radar that allows him to detect moments and then he interrupts them. He totally embarrassed Kevin and made him run off."

"Oh, honey, I'm sorry," Stella said, giving me a hug, "I'll kill Joe after the meet and greet if you want."

"Naw…I'll just hit him with some sports equipment on Monday."

"Want to go in now?"

"Yeah, why not? Besides, it's always fun to see the boys interact with the little fans."

"Yeah, I never know who's cuter: the boys or the fans."

We started giggling uncontrollably and Joe and Kevin poked their heads outside the door,

"Girls, are you planning on coming in anytime soon?" asked Joe.

"Yeah, we want our two best girls in there with us," added Kevin.

"Our?" repeated Stella with a dangerous smirk.

"Yeah, our," Kevin said, "You call us 'your boys' so we get to call you 'our girls'."

Stella and I exchanged a look.

I like the sound of that, we said with our eyes.

***

"So, movie night next Friday?" Joe asked as the last smiling, giggly, giddy twelve-year old walked out the door with her mom, holding a huge "I 3 JONAS!".

"Sure," Stella and I said simultaneously. We had been sitting around for the better part of a couple of hours as Kevin, Joe and Nick signed autographs and took pictures. I was about to pass out, but Kevin shook me awake.

"Come on, Mace. We'll drop you off in the limo. But you got to get up now."

I sleepily grabbed Kevin's arm, pulling him onto the couch,

"I don't want to. This is comfy," I said as I leaned into him.

"Ma-ace," he whined, "Don't you have a game tomorrow afternoon? You should really go home and get some rest."

"Fine…" I muttered. I got up and found my purse and then Kevin walked with me, his arm around my shoulders, out the back door to the limo that was waiting for us.

Okay, so next time Macy loses her game and she really upset. Kevin goes and does something over-the-top and vaguely romantic to help her feel better. But what does he do? I'm at a total loss here. My first thought was Italian food…but that's not over the top. Unless he orders everything off the menu…but that doesn't seem romantic…urghhhh.

The whole part with Kevin standing shirtless in front of her is shamelessly taken from my story where I went on tour with the JB. Except I was ogling Kevin's chest then, not Macy. I still get to ogle it in my mind though, so it's okay.