"What the fuck is going on?!"
My eyes shot open, and we both turned towards the door, where Rian and Zach were watching us with horrified expressions.
Chapter 2
I ran my fingers through my hair, thoroughly ruining all traces of neatness. Several pieces stood up in awkward angles, slowly settling back into my face while I gazed at my reflection in the dressing room mirror. Dark hollows had begun to form under my eyes from lack of sleep. I hadn't had a decent night sleep since the night before the intimacy Alex and I had shared in the hotel room… in fact, nothing had been the same since that night. Rian and Zack refused to be alone in a room with either Alex or I, and had steadily come to avoid all contact with us over the past couple of days. The only time we were ever seen together was during gigs, and even then they tried their best to act like we weren't there. It broke my heart. I thought it wouldn't have mattered seeing as we were all such close friends… but apparently it did.
The man in the mirror was a stranger to me. His eyes were red rimmed from tears; his shoulders sagged inward in defeat, and his hair matted, and stringy. What ever happened to the boy who smiled at everything? The reflection in the mirror was that of a broken, old man. I whipped my arm across my face, forcing my shoulders back so that I was standing straighter. I smiled at the mirror, and the old man returned my gesture with a sad grimace. It was useless. No fan would believe the forced smiles, or the false happy note to my voice. Even the voice inside my head sounded wrong.
"Jack, you okay? You've been in here for ten minutes. The people are starting to chant impatiently for us outside the building." Alex appeared from around the door before an assuring hand rested on my shoulder. I felt a light squeeze. "Jack?" The concern was clear in his voice, something that made my heart melt. Despite the change in Rian and Zack, nothing had come between the relationship Alex and I shared. If anything, it had only become stronger. "Yeah, Alex, I'm fine." There was only a slight sadness to the smile I gave him. Before he could question me on it, I pushed him out of the dressing room door. "Can't keep the people waiting."
We wandered down the long poorly lit hallway until we found the deserted main lobby of the building. Zack and Rian, along with a few of the tech guys and our manager, were standing around waiting with the other bands who had played at the venue, for me it seemed. I could hear the loud complains and screams echoing from the parking lot outside where fans were testing their patience. I couldn't count how many girls had told me they loved me, or how many marriage proposals' I'd gotten. One of these days I'd like to say yes, and see who I can give a heart attack.
"Damnit, Jack, what the hell took you so long?" our manager demanded when he seemed to realize we had entered the room. He sighed before I had time to answer, and just shook his head. "Alright guys, get out there." He ushered us towards the doors, the usual excited nervousness I felt made my cheeks flush as we emerged from the building, and into the view of hundreds of screaming fans. Then everything exploded. A mixture of shrieks and excited screams burst from every person battling fiercely against the barriers. Our security was fighting desperately with the mob, trying to contain them. Flashes went off from cameras. Arms waved everywhere; it was the definition of chaos. And I loved every bit of it.
Within a couple of minutes, the crowd had settled to an excited murmur, and we broke off to chat with fans, sign autographs, and take pictures. It was always interesting to talk to some of these people, to chat with them about songs they liked or what they thought of certain things going on. I walked over to where Alex was furiously signing everything being shoved at him, hoping to distract some of the crazy fan girls at least for a moment. "Jack! Jack, I love you!" I smiled at the camera's flashing in my face, before signing several albums and papers people held out to me. I laughed, enjoying myself. Alex threw his arms around me then, and a chorus of awe's and screams raged from the crowd. More cameras went off, more shouting, but the only thing on my mind was Alex pressed against me from behind. Our body heat mingled like fire; I felt like I was burning.
As our embrace ended, I caught Alex's eye. The look in them was obvious; I want you. My heart pounded, my cheeks flushed, and I looked away. I smiled weakly once more before shrinking away back towards the building. Not sure where I was going, I stumbled slowly back towards the dressing room, the emotion I felt was staggering. With a sense of relief, I found the door that was labelled "All Time Low" by a piece of paper taped to the door, and stumbled into the room. As I turned to shut the door, it opened, and Alex was there. He stepped in, shutting the door quietly behind him, before pulling me into his body with reckless abandon. Our lips met with mutual need, the desire to be closer to each other coursed through every cell in my body. I wanted to feel him everywhere. Alex moaned softly against my lips, pulling up the hem of my shirt to run his hands over my chest. I pressed my body into his touch, and our lips broke apart just long enough for us to pull off each other's shirts. My fingers traced up his arms, back down his muscled chest and around to grasp his ass. Alex grunted, pulling me harder into him with the hand that was on my back, while cradling my face with the other. We panted against each other as he pushed me against the counter in front of the mirror.
"Alex…" I gasped, falling back into it while he fumbled hurriedly with my belt and the zipper to my jeans. My erection that had been straining against my jeans was released, as I was commando under my pants. Alex smirked. "No boxers? You are my naughty boy, aren't you?" I moaned in agreement while he pulled my pants down, slowly sinking to his knees as he left open-mouthed kisses on every new bit of skin that was exposed. I weaved my fingers into his hair, lightly pulling at it while he kissed the inside of my thighs. Unconsciously I spread my legs farther apart, resisting the urge to thrust into Alex's face. His hands grasped the backs of my thighs, while he blew steamy clouds of breath up and down my erection. His lips grazed over the skin, and I shuddered.
Alex pressed his lips to the head of my erection, causing my back to arc as I grasped at the edge of the counter with my other hand. He continued his treacherous trail of kisses down my cock, until he was kissing my balls softly. I growled, and he laughed against my skin. "You're such a fucking tease," I complained. "Alex, please just…" I didn't have time to finish my sentence. Suddenly he had pulled me deep into his mouth, running his tongue firmly around the shaft. He moaned, causing a delicious sensation to erupt in me, and I moaned his name loudly. My fingers tightened in his hair as my hips started a steady rhythm of their own accord, fucking his sweet little mouth. I was panting now, my muscles ached with the strain as he pushed me higher and higher towards climax.
Just as it seemed I was about to peak, Alex pulled out, rising to his feet again. I whimpered at the loss before he kissed me deeply, tugging gently on my lower lip while he forced our bodies closer together, running his fingers through my hair and down my spine. A wave of emotion hit me like a splash of cold water, sending my heart on a pounding rampage in my chest. This was much more than just a kiss, I could feel that now. That realization caused an unexpected surge of lust to rip through my senses, and I pushed Alex gently to the carpeted floor. I fell between his spread legs, immediately leaving soft kisses on any part of him I could reach. My fingers tugged impatiently at his belt, before tugging his jeans and boxers down to his ankles and tossing them aside. He moaned my name sweetly, something other than desire flowed into his tone, but I was too caught up in what I was doing to try and pinpoint exactly what that something was. I traced light patterns across his collarbone before straddling him, and sinking slowly onto his straining cock. A low moan burst from deep in Alex's throat as he settled deep inside me.
"Jack, I…" I leaned forward and trapped his lips in my own; this wasn't a time for words, not to me. "Shhh," I whispered at his ear before lifting myself off him, and then settling down again more forcefully. Alex growled, propping himself up with one arm while he wrapped the other around my neck, pressing me to him. I panted against his soft lips, rising up and again as I rode him steadily. Suddenly I moaned out loudly into his mouth as he lifted his hips to thrust into me as I sunk back down onto him. Alex's breathing was laboured, his forehead pressed firmly into my shoulder, his arms wrapped tightly around me. I ran my fingers in his hair, pulling the sweat matted strands roughly, causing a delicious moan to escape Alex's lips. I came down harder on him, putting all my effort into driving him to his climax; he was impossibly close. Sweat dripped down his forehead and little droplets streaked down his bare chest; he was moaning uncontrollably, a noticeable strain in all his muscles while he increased the tempo of his thrusts. "Let it go, baby," I murmured in his ear, reaching down behind me to stroke his balls. His fingers pressed into my back, his arms tightened around me, and he flung his head back, wave after wave of wild cries pouring from his lips as he came deep inside of me. I stroked him for a while longer to prolong his orgasm, before wrapping my arms around him in a tight hug. I felt his breath against my neck as he melted into my shoulder, resting there as his breathing returned to normal.
We sat there for a few minutes in each other's arms, until at last I pushed him away gently, pulling his softened cock out of me. I made to stand, but Alex pushed me backwards and I fell back into the carpet, confused. He crawled forward so that he was between my legs, looking up at me from under his lashes, a devious smile playing at the corner of his lips. "You took care of me," he murmured, pushing his hands under my thighs to grasp my butt firmly. "So I thought I'd take care of you." Once again he took my hard cock into his mouth, bobbing his head down while using his hands to pull my hips up to meet him. I gasped loudly, feeling around for anything that I could grab onto, and found the door, pushing myself against it while I bucked my hips into his eager mouth. His tongue teased my cock, running over every groove, every sensitive area he could reach, taking me deep into his throat. I was gasping and panting loudly, my moans echoing back at me against the dressing room walls. "Fuck, Alex!" I pushed myself harder against the door, thrusting into his hot little mouth while I squirmed in his grasp. He moaned around my cock, and it sent me flying over the edge. My orgasm ripped through me like wildfire, burning a path of pleasure and ecstasy deep inside my chest as it tore through my senses. I growled and whimpered his name over and over, feeling him swallow around me with each burst of my orgasm that hit me. When the waves of climax finally subsided, I felt like I would melt into the floor. Every joint and muscle in my body felt like rubber.
Alex pulled himself up onto my chest, my softening cock falling from his mouth. He rested his head there, and I played absently with his hair, perfectly at ease. If it hadn't been for the fact that we were in the venue dressing room with thousands of fans wondering where we were, I might have layed there forever with him. But there was, and we couldn't. I sighed, and pulled myself into a sitting position. "Alex, they'll be wondering where we are." He rolled off of me, also sighing. "Yeah, you're right."
We got dressed again in silence. It wasn't an awkward silence though, like one you may find at a family reunion where you knew no one, but a comfortable one, and so both of us were content. I checked my hair quickly in the mirror before turning to open the door to leave. As I reached for the handle, Alex spun me around and pressed me against the door before our lips locked in a passionate kiss. We were panting again when he broke away from me, and slipped wordlessly out the door.
I stood there speechlessly even after I knew he was gone. Now that I wasn't distracted by my lust, I had felt the difference in his kiss. But what that difference was, I couldn't fully understand.
Was Alex in love with me?
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