Merch Guy

I didn't know that I wanted him the first time I saw him. Just another merch guy helping out his friend's band. He was so quiet and never partied with any of us, so I usually forgot about him until I saw him at shows. Like, 'Oh yeah, that guy.'

One night after an early show all of the bands were raging it up in the motel. There was my band, merch boy's band, and two local ones. Everyone knows I'm gay because I'm open about it, but these groupie bitches were still trying to get up on me, so I left the room for a breather. Rico, the singer in our band appeared in the doorway.

"You ok?" he asked, some blonde slut already draped over his shoulder.

I sucked in my lip ring like I always do before speaking, "Yeah. Just needed a break from cheap perfume and bong smoke."

"You want the keys?" he asked, meaning to our wonderful touring van.

"Yeah." I grabbed them as soon as they were out of his pocket. Maybe I'd go get some food or something. I walked down to the parking lot and heard someone talking. I looked around and saw the other band's merch guy sitting on top of a picnic table and talking on the phone. Why the motel had a picnic table I'll never know, but there it was and there he was.

"I miss you too. Don't worry, when I'm back from my trip I'll take you to Dinosaur Park for your birthday..." I heard him saying. I'm not sure why, but I found my feet walking over to him and I sat next to him on the table. Not right next to him or anything, but you know, on the same side and everything. He finished off the conversation, "Hey CJ, I'll let your mom put you to bed now, k? - Sorry bud. - Okay, call you tomorrow sometime. - Love you too." He put down his phone and looked at me like 'what are you doing here?'

"You have a kid at home?" I asked, not knowing what I was doing there, either.

He smiled at me like that was a funny joke, "Nah. My sister's son. He's gonna be 7. It feels so weird having a nephew that old."

"Why? How old are you?"

"Twenty three."

"Oh..." I felt silly. I seriously thought he was only about 19 and turns out that he was two years older than me.

"Yeah I know you thought I was younger." he teased.

"Yeah I did. Dude, I think this is the most I've ever heard you talk." That was true. I liked it. I liked his voice. It was soft spoken and he had an accent from somewhere.

"Sorry." he said, as if he'd done something wrong.

"No, it's awesome. I like to hear you talk." Oh my God, what was I saying? I hadn't even had enough to drink to start flirting, so what the fuck?

He fiddled with his phone while I drowned in awkward silence, then he looked at me again. I suddenly found his eyes very interesting and found myself staring. "Needed a break from bitches and bongs?" he finally teased, breaking the silence.

"Oh uh yeah. I mean, I could probably have my dick in some guy's ass and they'd still be trying to get at me."

Those eyes widened for just a moment and then he laughed, "Yeah probably."

"I was going to go get something to eat maybe. Want to come?"

"Sure."

We got up and went over to the van. As I was opening the door a car pulled up and the window rolled down. A bunch of girls screamed, "We love you, Nate!" and I gave my standard, "I love you too!" and waved before they drove away. I really do love my fans, and I don't mind talking to them. I got into the van and merch boy was already in the passenger seat. "Sorry." I said.

"It's all good." he said quietly.

"Hey, maybe if we see some more while we're out I can get you laid." I said, not realizing how cocky it sounded.

He gave me that smile again, "Maybe."

I started the van and started to drive, "Why do you keep smiling at me like that?"

He shrugged, "It's just kind of fun that you know nothing about me. It's refreshing."

"Why?"

"It just is."

His phone started ringing, playing some weird song I didn't recognize. He pressed answer and I could hear Jason, their drummer, from my seat.

"JAHAN! YOU HAVE TO COME UP HERE AND PARTY WITH US!"

"Maybe I will. I'm going to get something with Nate A. first."

"BANG BANG MUTHAFUCKA! GET YASELF SOME!"

He hung up and quickly put his phone in his pocket as if that would cover up what Jason had just said. I didn't mention it since he was obviously embarassed. I was glad that I had heard merch boy's name, though, so I didn't have to ask him and make him feel bad because I didn't know it after 3 months on tour.

"Why don't you ever party with us?" I asked instead.

Jahan shrugged, "I used to. It's just not really fun anymore. I mean, seeing those girls just makes me sad."

"Aww, so you're a sensitive guy, huh?" we parked at a gas station. Jahan just shrugged again and got out.

We split up to go pick out something that looked good and when we met up at the counter he had a bottle of tea and a pack of crazy straws. He looked up at me and I realized why his eyes had fascinated me earlier. They were hazel. My favorite.

"What?"

"That's seriously what you're getting? Dude, get a donut or something." I handed him a pack of mini ones that I was going to buy.

"Bleh." he stuck his tongue out for just long enough for me to see that his tongue was pierced, "How can you eat stuff like that?"

"Because it's tasty."

"That'll be six forty two." the cashier woman said, ending the battle. I reached into my wallet, but Jahan was faster with his cash. We left the store and got back into the van.

"Remind me to pay you back." I said, starting the van again.

"No, you're fine." he said, opening the pack of straws with his teeth.

We started back to the hotel. I really didn't want to go back yet and said it out loud.

"You can come chill with me in the bus." he offered. The band he merched for was the headlining one, so they got the fancyass tour bus. Most of the time they stayed in hotels and motels, so I don't know what the point was.

"You sure?"

I saw Jahan nod from the corner of my eye. He was chewing on a straw, but not drinking any of his bottled tea.

"I didn't know your tongue was pierced." I said, thinking out loud.

I heard him laugh, "There's a lot you don't know about me, dude."

"Well, tell me some more. How you know the band and all that." I knew enough that he didn't seem to want to talk about his personal life, so band talk seemed okay to ask about.

"I went to high school with Jason and Matt. We used to jam and stuff. We actually lost touch for a bit after school, but still talked a few times a year. Then one day Jason walks into the clinic I was working at and asks if I want to help them out on tour. It was a crazy idea, so I went for it."

"You worked at a clinic? Like what kind? What do you do?"

"I'm just a medical assistant at an instant care place. Supposedly I'll still have my job when I go back, but I'm not relying on it,"

"Why'd you come then?"

"Because..." he paused for a moment and I knew he would be explaining something, "K, being a medical assistant is like, my job for the real world. I'm good at it and don't mind it or anything, but music is just... fuck, it's my whole world. It's what really makes sense to me and makes me happy."

"Then why are you a medical assistant slash merch guy? Why don't you make your own band and tour or something?" I asked.

"Because I have a family to take care of. My sister's a single mom and she's having a hard time finding a job that would make sure CJ is taken care of."

"Oh..." I was an only child and my dad left when I was 4, so I didn't really understand family like he did.

"Sorry. I know it probably makes no sense to you, but it does to me."

"I don't understand it," I admitted, "But I can tell that it's important to you, and that's what matters, right?" we pulled into the parking lot and I could see a girl puking off of the balcony where our rooms were.

"You okay?" Jahan called up. The girl flipped him off and he muttered to himself, "Fine, bitch. No help for you." I laughed at the way he said it and he laughed back before we walked over to the tour bus. Jahan looked around to see if anyone was on it and then sat down at the table and opened his tea, sticking a different straw in it than the one he had been chewing. His phone rang again and he looked at it. A text.

"Are you naked yet?" he read out loud and looked up at me. In the gas station light his eyes had looked green, but in the dim bus light they looked light brown. "Jason must be to the drunk texting part of his night."

I laughed, secretly picturing Jahan naked. Yep, I was attracted to him. Ah well, wasn't the first tour crush I've had. We started talking about different things like the tour and neat places we'd been and stuff. I liked watching him talk and drink his tea, because he sometimes wrapped his tongue around the straw to bring it into his mouth and my mind went right to the gutter.

"Where'd you get your tattoos done? They're done really well," he asked after a bit.

"In my hometown at this place called Anchor. There's an artist named Mike there who's really awesome."

I told him the stories associated with some of the tattoos and then playfully asked him if he had any to show me. I was surprised when he took his shirt off and I saw that he had several on his back.

"Whaaat? Why the hell do I keep thinking you're the goody goody of the group when you have all of these secrets?" I said while taking in all of the artwork. He had a tree with green apples on his left shoulder area, and a woman in a red cape was underneath it. On the other side a wolf was watching her. Below that was a dancer who looked like she had lived in the 40's. He had some on his arms, too, but I couldn't make out what they were. Then he turned around and floored me again. He had a big lion holding a sword on his left peck, a really cool owl on his right, and a ship on his stomach. I also noticed that he had hip piercings. Oh God, I wanted my mouth on them.

"I don't usually show those to people." he said and put his shirt back on before sitting down. I found myself feeling sad that I wasn't staring at the sexiness of him anymore, "It's funny. I still don't know how I feel about tattoos, but I keep getting them."

"I'm kind of the same way," I said, "I mean, I love them, but sometimes I don't like how that's all people will notice about me sometimes."

"I like yours." he reached out and touched the one on my shoulder that was dedicated to my mom. Ohhh, I needed to know now.

"Um, Jahan, are you gay?" I asked, feeling awkward. Usually I wasn't the one asking, but being asked.

"Yeah." he said simply, "Why? Wanna make out?"

"Yes." I said, mimicking his straight forwardness.

"For real?"

"Since I saw your tongue, I've wanted it in my mouth." I said. I was normally this bold with guys, but it felt different with this shy kid... who was turning out not to be so shy. It also felt weird because unlike other boys, I would still have to see this one in the morning if we had sex, and if I got my way as I usually did, we were going to have sex.

He walked over to the little couch on the other side of the bus and patted the spot beside him. I was immediately next to him and he was already turning my head toward his. His lips were soft, and I tasted the tea he had consumed. I hoped that cherry soda tasted good to him. It must have, because soon his tongue was in my mouth. Our tongue piercings clicked together as we made out. It was amazing. Jahan was enthusiastic, but not sloppy. He gave as good as he got. I could only imagine if I got him in bed. I suddenly found him sitting on my lap. He hadn't even stopped kissing me. I put my hands on his ass and pulled him closer and he started grinding against me. Good, that answered the virgin question, in my opinion. He moved his lips away just long enough to tug my shirt up and take his off again, then he was back on my mouth. I thought it was cute that he loved kissing me, and I must admit that I felt the same way. He started kissing at my neck while grinding in my lap. Yep, time to get down to business. I pushed him away and he looked at me like he'd done something wrong again. I pushed his legs closer to my hips in a way that told him to hold on and wrapped my arms around to secure him while I stood up. I intended to just flip us over on the couch, but I lost my balance and fell.

Jahan smacked down on the table. He moaned. It hadn't sounded painful, but he had smacked his head pretty hard, so I asked if he was okay. In answer he pulled me back down and kissed me. I started kissing down, under his chin, on his neck. I could feel his pulse under my lips, and it was delicious. I also felt him unbuckling my belt. I was impressed, as it was a pretty tricky buckle. His wasn't so hard. I slid it from the loops in his pants and folded it, considering spanking him with it. I looked at him and I could tell that he was wondering if I would actually do it. Now that it was a challenge, I had to do it. I pulled his pants and boxers down, all the way off, and then lifted his legs up. Ideally he would have been facing down, but I didn't want to waste too much time on this. I snapped the belt across the backs of his thighs and watched him bite his lip and moan. I did it again and his body undulated beautifully. I pulled his hips forward and let his legs fall on either side of me. They were hanging off of the table and he hooked them behind my thighs to stay balanced. I leaned forward and kissed him. As our tongue piercings had another play date I snapped the belt against the side of his left thigh and his body pressed harder against mine and he used his feet to start pulling my pants down. Crafty little fucker. For good measure I cracked the belt against his right thigh and then threw the belt on the ground. Jahan was now sitting up and pushing my pants all the way off. I wasn't wearing underwear, and I think he was grateful for one less obstacle. I bent down and kissed him again. He pushed every part he could against me, including grinding his cock against mine. His hand came between us and he started jacking me off, probably hoping that I'd do the same to him. No such luck.

I scooted him across the table so that his whole body was lying on it with his knees bent. From the look in his darkened stare, he was getting impatient and was ready to just jump on me and get it over with. He was a good boy, though, and stayed put, chewing on his lip. I kissed his lips and moved lower again, kissing all down his cute little torso and finally getting to put my mouth on his hip piercings. They were the most perfect I had ever seen. Most boys' bodies rejected them and gave them ugly scars, or would be red around the edges. Not these ones. Also different was that there were three studs on each side, not just two. Microdermal. This boy knew his shit. I started kissing down even more and finally got to his cock. I found it funny that I hadn't even bothered to look at it until now. I guess the rest of him was just too fascinating. I must admit that I was a little disappointed that he didn't have it tatooed or pierced. It kind of seemed like something he might have done. He was cut, a good size for his body, and my God he had the most kissable little head I'd ever seen. I had to pop it in and out of my mouth first, licking the slit free of precum. I heard Jahan's breathing hitch a little. I moved my mouth off of the head and kissed just underneath it, then licked down his shaft. I licked up the shaft and put my mouth back on his head, sucking the top half of his cock and using my hand on the rest of it. Usually by now I would expect to feel fingers pulling my hair, or pushing my head further down, but Jahan didn't do that. I even started to deepthroat him, and he kept still. What the Hell? I pulled my mouth off and straightened to look at him. He was staring at the roof of the bus and then looked at me.

"Sorry." he said, guessing why I'd stopped.

"What's the problem?" I asked. I had *never* been criticised about my cock sucking talent and didn't really know how to feel about it.

He shrugged, "I've just never been into it. It was still fun to watch."

I smacked him on his thigh, "Bastard. Should have told me."

He just smiled sheepishly and I found that I couldn't be mad at him. I smacked his other thigh and ran my hands down the insides of them, "You owe me, just saying." He grabbed me down and kissed me passionately before whispering in my ear, "Shut the hell up and fuck me." he reached down and stroked me some more. Ok, if he wanted it, who was I to deny him? I found something being pressed into my palm and looked at it. A condom. Good boy. I looked around for some lotion or something and was glad when I found it next to the kitchen sink. I thought about fingering him a little, but I was getting impatient too and also had a feeling that he could take it. I put the condom on first and then lotioned up my cock and spread some around his hole just because and then popped my head in. Jahan grabbed my ass and pulled me forward, lodging my cock deep inside of him. Fuck, he was the perfect kind of tight.

"Finally." he moaned and moved his hips around. Ohhh that felt good. I slowly pulled out and he whined. I slid back in and his body undulated again. I continued this slow fuck for a while, just watching his face. Yep, he loved the cock. He loved *my* cock. He pulled me down to kiss and his arms snaked around me, holding me tight against him. He was moving his hips, too, helping to fuck himself. Almost no guy had ever done that. I like unselfish lovers and knew this was going to be amazing. I went faster and he threw his head back. I attacked his throat and he moaned louder, digging his nails into my hips. Mmm, he was pretty. I hit it harder, hearing the tour bus table squeaking. Would we break it? Did I really care? Jahan's hands were stroking my back and scratching it deliciously. I bit his shoulder and felt his cock twitch between us. He bit me right back and I pushed into him harder. My thighs were getting sore from continually hitting the table, but I couldn't stop fucking this beautiful boy. He sat up, changing the angle and clinging to me as he rode my cock.

"You like my cock?" I breathed.

"Yeah." he whined.

"Wanna cum?"

"Fuuuuck..."

I took that as a yes and started pushing as hard as I could. Suddenly Jahan pushed forward and I started falling backwards onto the couch. It didn't take long to readjust and I found myself sitting on the couch while Jahan fucked himself hard on my lap. He was whining, needing release. I used my arms to help him move up and down and pushed my hips up as hard as I could. He moved one of his hands from my shoulders and started jacking himself off. I helped with that too. I could feel my release building and then he licked up my throat and shoved his tongue in my mouth and I lost it. I *never* cum first. Jahan stopped moving and let me pump into him about six times before I relaxed. He looked at me and kept his body still, continuing to jack himself off, then his eyes rolled into the back of his head and I felt him clench around my sensitive cock. I watched his cock spurt a few times and then soften. I moved forward and kissed him. He kissed me back, but I could tell that he wasn't really into it. He got off of my lap and started putting his clothes on. He handed me mine and I stood up, carefully removing the condom, even though most of the contents had already spilled down into my lap. He took it from me and left the bus while I got dressed. He came back in and washed his hands, then wiped down the table. He took out a water bottle and handed it to me, then he grabbed another one and put a crazy straw in it. He opened a window and finally sat across from me at the table as I sat on the couch.

"My guts are gonna be sore as fuck tomorrow." he finally said.

I laughed, "But it's a good kind of sore, right?"

He nodded, sipping from his straw. We didn't feel awkward from the sex. It was more about the silence afterword. Honestly I wasn't opposed to another round as soon as I recovered, but then his phone rang. He answered it and talked to Jason some more, then hung up. "Guess I'll finally go up there. Most of the girls are asleep or gone. They hooked up the Wii and want us to play some shit with them." He started to leave and I followed him. Before he opened the bus door I stopped him. I'm not sure why I did it and he looked at me curiously. I kissed him again and he kissed me back. We made out against the bus door and I suddenly felt myself falling. Not metaphorically, but for real. I landed on top of Jahan, who was lying on the asphalt and heard people laughing.

"Oh my God, that was priceless!" Rico laughed as I scowled at him and helped Jahan up.

"You guys were taking forever." our my drummer whined, "We came to make sure you would really come play video games with us."

Rico put his arm around Jahan and started pulling him toward the motel, "We at least made sure that you were finished."

Oh Hell, how long had they been outside the bus? I usually didn't care who saw me fucking, but for some reason it pissed me off that they had possibly seen Jahan in all his sexual glory. I wanted it all to myself.

We got to the room, which was strewn with bottles and passed-out girls and we all clumped onto the bed to start playing video games. I swear everyone from both bands commented on how unusual it was to see Jahan participating. Some also mentioned that it was about time that we fucked. Typical straight people, assuming that just because we're the only two gay people on tour that we would hook up. Whatever. I guess I was the only one who didn't know Jahan was gay. Also typical. I just preferred to stay out of people's business.

Nothing really changed after that night. The tour went on as usual and I fucked the occasional pretty boy groupie and Jahan was his usual quiet self, I just noticed him more is all. Sometimes Rico would ask if I was into Jahan, but I always said no. I mean, I wanted to fuck him again and all, but it seemed like everyone wanted us to be together as boyfriends and I just wasn't into that. Plus, he never gave me the opportunity again. He would greet me and talk to me a little, but we never got anymore alone time together and I felt stupid thinking about asking him, 'Hey the one night was hot, let's fuck again before the tour is over.'

One of the last nights of the tour I was laying in a motel bed, attempting to sleep, when I heard shouting outside. I got up and looked outside. Jahan and their band's (slightly drunk) bassist were yelling at each other. I took a moment to admire how sexy Jahan looked when he was pissed off, then I focused on what they were saying.

"I don't give a fuck. You know it's wrong, Aaron. It's just a little 15 second publicity stunt."

"Why do you care? It's not like he's your boyfriend or anything."

"That doesn't matter. I'd protect anyone if I found out what you were going to do."

Jason came out of the bus, "Come on guys, we don't want to get kicked out of this place. Aaron, just forget about it. It's not funny anymore."

"It's not about being funny. If you're stupid enough to let this shit get recorded, I think you deserve to get humiliated." he was waving his phone.

"Fine, then I'll show them some of your pics too." Jason said, pulling out his phone and scrolling through it.

"I don't care. Free publicity is free publicity."

"Then just leave Nate alone." Jahan said, looking tiny compared to these other guys.

Aaron pushed a few buttons on his phone screen, "It's too late Jahan. I just hit send."

Jahan looked at Jason, "Dude, I'm sorry. I can't finish the tour."

"Oh come on, you pussy," Aaron said, "It's not that big of a deal. Like nobody's seen Nate naked before."

"I don't care. Yes, it was stupid to let some dude record them, but it's not your right to show the world his mistake. I can't work with someone I don't trust."

"Come on Jahan. It's just three more shows. We need you." Jason pleaded quietly.

Jahan looked at him, "Dude, you know I'm sorry, and you also know that I have to stand up for my beliefs. Aaron has disgusted me and I can't force myself to work with him anymore. Not even for you." he started walking away, but Aaron pulled him back.

"You are *not* going to fuck us over, Jahan."

Jahan tried to wiggle out of Aaron's hold, but the bassist held tight to his wrist, "I'm not fucking you guys over. It's not hard to find someone else to sell your shit."

"But you're the only guy we trust." Jason said, though from his tone I could tell he knew he'd already lost the argument.

"Then don't sell stuff for the last three shows. I need to get home to CJ and my sister anyway. I'll pay your losses if you want me to. I just need to get out of here."

"Let him go, Aaron. We'll deal with this in the morning."

Aaron let Jahan go and huffed. Jahan was about to leave when the bassist punched him in the face and said, "Ok, now I feel better. Self righteous asshole." Jason grabbed him and pulled him back onto the bus as Jahan walked across the parking lot. I waited a while after the tour bus door closed and then chased after Jahan.

"Hey, where are you going?"

He shrugged, "I'm taking a bus back home. It's not that far now. Just over the state line."

"Where's your stuff?"

"In the bus. Jason will bring it to me later. I have my wallet and my phone. That's all I really need. How much of that did you hear?"

"Enough," I said, "So um, what was it about?"

Jahan stopped walking, "Well, I guess some guy you fucked recorded it and sent it to us as a joke. Aaron knows this website where you can post pictures and videos of people you know getting naked and everyone looks and laughs. It's become another way of advertising for bands. I've never agreed with it, but knowing that Aaron was willing to violate your privacy kind of pissed me off and when I get pissed off about something, I get pretty passionate."

I knew what site he was talking about, as I frequented it myself. I honestly didn't really care about everyone seeing me naked, but some people got pissed because it can ruin their careers. I appreciated that Jahan wanted to protect me, though. I found it quite charming, really. Nobody had ever stuck up for me before. It was always just me against the world. It was nice to know that I had an ally now.

"Anyway, I'm mostly pissed because I think, if he did that to you so easily, what might he do to me? I mean, I don't have naked pictures or anything, but I don't mess with vengeful people. I have people to take care of and a real job back at home."

"You're such a grown up compared to us, dude."

He looked up at me. His face where he had been punched was really red and starting to swell, "Sometimes it sucks being the grown up."

"Come on, let's go get some ice for your face. It's the least I can do after you defended my honor, Sir Jahan."

"Dork. It's just what I do."

I started walking toward our room, "Just shut up and let me pretend you're my shining knight for a while, ok?"

Jahan rolled his eyes, "Fine."

In true rock band fashion, the only thing I found to put on his face was a cold can of beer in the mini fridge. Rico and I were the only ones in this particular room, and he always slept like a rock, so I didn't worry about anyone waking up. We were sitting on the other bed and I was kind of just staring at Jahan, who was looking out of the crack in the curtains, probably wondering where he was going to go after this. I looked at my phone and saw that I already had 30 messages since I had last looked. Sure enough, most of them were about the video. I didn't care. Out of curiosity, I looked up said video. It was one where the guy had put his camera on the desk and I didn't know it was on. Jahan turned when he heard it and sat next to me to watch it as well. Hmm... I couldn't really remember the kid. Another dirty dish blonde and blue. I vaguely remembered the tattoo on his stomach.

"In my humble opinion, from the look on your face, I was better than he was." Jahan joked. It was the first time either of us had talked about the event since it had happened.

"You were better than most of them. Mostly because you pretend to be so cute and shy at first."

He scoffed, "I am cute and shy. I just like my sex."

"You like *my* sex." I teased. Really, I was hoping that he would tell me that I was the best sex he'd had as well. He didn't take the bait, though.

"Yeah, it was alright." he shrugged. Bastard. He laid down on the bed and his shirt rode up just enough to show some skin. I noticed something different and lifted his shirt more. "Fresh." he scolded and tried to put it back down, but I held the hem tightly. His hip piercings were gone and I told him so. He told me that he had taken them out a while back because he was tired of them. I started to wonder if he had any previous piercings, but before I could ask I saw that his eyes were closing. He was asleep on top of the comforter and everything and he just looked so sweet that I just moved him to the side, folded the comforter over him, and laid on the sheets before falling asleep myself.

The next morning I was alone. Such a cliche, even if we hadn't fucked. Then I noticed that Rico was still in bed and I could hear the shower running. I was hopeful, but also remembered that there was a chance that it was some groupie. The door didn't lock, so I slowly opened it. Through the steam and thin shower curtain I saw the silhouette of a man. I slowly opened the curtain and found Jahan soaping himself up.

"Um... hi. I'm borrowing your shower before I head to the bus station." he said, not bothering to hide any of his parts.

"Hi..." I said stupidly, forcing myself to keep my eyes on his face.

"You can come in in you want." he said quietly.

I don't think I've ever taken my clothes off that quickly. I stepped in and watched Jahan pour some shampoo from the tiny bottle into his hand. He was short enough that he didn't block much of the water from hitting me, and I stepped back as he reached up and started shampooing my hair. It felt nice having his nails rake across my scalp, and I was taller than him so he had to lean up against me and raise his arms to get to my hair. After he rinsed out the shampoo I grabbed one of his raised hands and brought it down to my mouth. I kissed his palm while he merely watched. My tongue came out and lapped up the water streaming down his forearm. I continued kissing up his arm, across his shoulder, up his neck, and to his lips. He kissed me back and his wet arms circled my neck. Eventually our mouths parted and he looked up at me, hand resting on my chest, ready to push me away or pull me closer. I took his hand and started to lead him out of the bathroom. He looked at Rico, who was still snoring lightly, then joined me in the bed where I had just laid down.

Jahan straddled my waist and I watched water drip from his hair to his skin. His beautiful, naturally tanned skin. I needed to taste it again. I sat up and grabbed his hair before licking up his neck. He shuddered and his legs temporarily collapsed, causing him to slide down my body until my cock was resting right between his cheeks. He jumped up and sat down beside me, stroking my skin to try and distract me from his freak-out. I knew that he was just afraid of the possibility of unprotected sex with me, so I didn't really care. Not that I wouldn't jump at the chance to sink into his warmth with no barriers. Mmm, just the thought had my dick growing all the way hard. Jahan grabbed it and started stroking me, bending down to kiss me some more. I was hoping that he would suck me off. Even though he claimed that he wasn't into oral sex much, I had a feeling that he would be amazing at it. I broke down and had to ask. I *never* have to ask for a blowjob. After I had asked he just paused and looked at me, biting his lip in a way I found most adorable. Then he muttered, "Fuck it" to himself and started kissing down my body. Yesss...

I was right. Jahan was amazing. His tongue piercing only added more to it. I've had plenty of pierced guys give me head, but Jahan was the first who knew how to use his piercing properly. I was also surprised that he could fit the whole thing in his mouth. Maybe he was a bigger freak than I'd ever considered.

"Want me to make you cum?" he whispered, breath ghosting over my head most deliciously.

"Nah. C'mere." I actually did want to see what he could do to make me cum just from oral sex (yet another thing I'd never done) but I didn't want to finish first again. It's an ego thing. He came up and kissed me and I turned myself over. He laid down on his back and looked at me, biting his lip. I asked him if I made him nervous and he told me that I did. When I asked him why he told me that it was because I was so pretty. I didn't think that was his true reason, but I don't ask questions. I pet his body and kissed him a bit and then looked for something to lube him up. I found one of those tiny lotion bottles with the motel logo on it and put some in my hand. Jahan spread his legs and gave me a sinful 'come hither' look.

I started to finger him. I knew he could take my cock without it, but I wanted to do it for him. We kissed as I did this and he squirmed around in appreciation. I curled my fingers upward and watched his eyes roll to the back of his head as he moaned something like, "Oh *fuck* yes." I played with the idea of making him cum, but discarded it. I wanted to feel him clench around my cock, not my fingers. I felt him stop my hand and looked at him. His hazel eyes were completely dark. I wiped my fingers off on the sheets and fished a condom out of Rico's pants, which were on the floor. I know my friend too well. After I put the condom on Jahan watched me get into position and pop the head in. I started to push it in, but then I pulled it out quickly.

"Is something wrong?" Jahan asked.

I just smirked, "Nope." I pushed back in, about halfway, and pulled out again.

"Ahh, you bastard." Jahan whined, understanding the game that I was playing. It was just so much fun to mess with him. I pushed in again, pulling out a little, and pushing in a little. After I was in halfway again I paused and watched Jahan brace himself for me to pull out. Instead I pushed the rest of the way in. His eyes widened and his body undulated gratefully. I started to fuck him slowly. Fuck, it felt so good feeling that tight warmth all around me. He grabbed me down to kiss while I kept my hips moving slowly. I could feel his lower abs contract on every thrust beneath me. I started to glide in slowly, then when I was half in I would push in hard and fast, then pull out quickly. Jahan's fingernails sunk into the backs of my shoulders and he moaned quietly. I let the pressure build that way for a while. I started getting light-headed and Jahan's nails were digging deeper and deeper into my skin. Luckily my skin is pretty tough, so he hadn't drawn blood yet. I'm not a big fan of the sight of blood.

I kissed his neck and then kissed my way back up to his mouth before starting to thrust faster. Jahan's mouth opened to gasp in pleasure and his nails left my skin as his hands settled on my hips. I sat up and spread his legs wider, pushing harder and faster. His hands gripped my hips tightly, likely bruising. He just stared, watching my cock moving in and out of his body. I thought it was cute that he liked to watch. I grabbed his hips and pulled him down onto my cock a few times to give my legs a break and he helped me out, using his legs to move. Somehow I knew that he wanted to turn us over so that he could ride on top, but I wanted to own him as much as possible right then, so I pinned his arms to the bed and bit the juncture of his neck and shoulder. Mine. He nearly screamed in pleasure, but quieted it, remembering that Rico was still right next to us. I released his arms and they wrapped around my shoulders, giving him leverage to make my thrusts that much harder and deeper.

"Fuck Nathan, I'm gonna cum!" he whispered in a tone dripping with passion. My cock twitched with the way he said my name. Mine, all mine. I fucked him as hard and as fast as I could. Eventually neither of us cared about how loud we were being. All that mattered was the finish line. I felt Jahan start to cum and sat up a little to watch. Just the sight of the thick white jets hitting the bottom of his chin, his chest, his stomach, had me dumping my load. I nearly passed the fuck out after that. Jahan let me recover for a moment before attempting to wriggle out from under me. Figuring out that my weight was preventing breathing, I sat up and gently pulled out of him. We both quietly stalked to the bathroom to clean up, giggling at the naughtiness of it all.

As I was doing the finishing touches in the mirror I looked at Jahan's reflection behind me to see him staring longingly. When it was his turn to put his hair back in place I found myself doing the same thing. His eyes had gone back to hazel, more gold than anything. His hair had dried with a natural wave in it that I didn't know about. I studied the tattoos on his back and without realizing it found myself walking my fingers down his spine. I only noticed after Jahan shivered.

"That feels weird." he said quietly, looking at me. His pupils were already dilated again. I got right behind him and stroked my hands down his arms and back up, massaging his shoulders a bit. He was tiny, and I giggled like an idiot and he looked at me.

"Sorry. You're just very...compact."

I saw him smile and realized that it was the first time I'd seen him smile like that, "Dork." he said, then turned around and stood straight. He only came up to my shoulder so I patted him on the head. He grabbed my hand in a way that said, 'Never do that again' but then he softened his hold and kissed my palm.

We had sex two more times that morning. After the third time, Jahan had tried to dress and leave, but he fell asleep with his pants halfway on. I pulled them all the way on him and then put the blanket over him. Shit. I cared for the fucker. It was weird. I really wasn't in the position to have a relationship right now, and I didn't want to use Jahan like some nameless guy, so what the Hell was this? I concluded that he was just someone close to me. I usually have control over that sort of thing, but he would be the exception. I cared for him like I cared for my bandmates. We just happened to share the same interest of each other's dicks. I showered again and when I came out Rico was sitting up in bed.

"Oh my God dude, I've been pretending to be asleep for hours, I swear!"

I shrugged and started dressing, "I don't really think you needed to."

"I thought about it, but sometimes Jahan is a sensitive guy." Seriously, did everyone know stuff about Jahan besides me?

I buckled my belt, "Well that was oddly nice of you."

"I have my moments." he got up to shower and as I waited I watched Jahan sleep like some kind of creeper. I finally turned on the tv, but the volume was up so loud that it woke Jahan up.

"Sorry." I said, turning it down. Jahan sat up straight with a gasp.

"I need to go." he got off of the bed and started piecing his clothing together.

"Are you really leaving the tour?" I asked as I watched him.

"Nah. I'm still pissed, but I can't fuck everyone over just because Aaron is a publicity seeking asshole. Besides, I need to make sure that I get paid so that I can help my sister out."

"You know, I think you're the first boy scout I've ever met with piercings and tattoos." I teased. He just rolled his eyes and tied his shoes. He left before Rico was out of the shower. Not that that was surprising, as my friend could easily take up 2 hours primping in the bathroom.

I guess that Jahan's band made up with him, because he really did finish the tour. Aaron still held a grudge, but had at least not punched him again. Parting ways with the band was sad, and then it was just Rico and I on the plane home. It was strange going back to a quiet clean house after months of a chaotic tour.

One day I was sitting on the couch, staring at the TV which wasn't on. Rico came by and bopped me on the head.

"What the hell?"

Rico flipped over from the back of the couch and laid his head in my lap, "Dude, I think you're having post-tour depression or something." he said, poking my face as he spoke.

"Why?"

He sat up, "Because you've been super quiet and distracted and stuff. Usually you're running around our house breaking stuff."

"Sorry. I hadn't even noticed."

"So what's your deal? Do I need to take you to the mall, or should we have a Cap'n party or...?"

I shrugged, "I think I just need sleep."

Suddenly I found myself being slapped in the face and I gave Rico a look of death.

"Sorry, but you need to snap out of whatever's going on. C'mon. We'll go to the club and find you a cute young guy to corrupt."

I made a face of disgust, "No thanks."

Rico's jaw dropped and he stared at me for a moment before breaking into gleeful laughter. Was the face I had made that funny?

"I know what's wrong with you!" he stood up and started jumping on the couch, pointing at me, "Nate is in lo-ove! Nate is in Lo-ove!"

I stood up. The bouncing was making me nauseous, "I think something's wrong with *you*."

"Nope. You're totally pining for that merch dude. I knew you liked him just from watching you guys fuck."

"I *knew* you were watching, bitch!"

He stopped bouncing, "That detail is not important." he suddenly gasped and stood up like he did when he got brilliant ideas, "Dude! We should fucking go on a road trip so you can get with him! Ahh! It'll be just like the movies!" with that he launched down the hallway, making all of the neccessary plans. Ok, so I liked Jahan, but I found it silly to go on a cross-country trip just to talk to him again. I only agreed because I had nothing better to do. Yeah... that's why.