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The crowd roared from behind the stage curtain. Roman’s heart was in his throat with anticipation. He stood in a tight circle with Hollis, Nate, Ryan and Jonah. Roman couldn’t help but watch Hollis from his position in the group. He was talking to Nate and Jonah about something Roman wasn’t paying attention to but his presence was captivating, fascinating, and impossible not to bask in. Their manager spoke loudly over the crowd’s chatter.
“3 minutes guys” They signaled a thumbs up. Roman bounced on his heels, nervous energy making him unable to stand still. He held a cigarette between his middle and pointer finger, the nicotine giving him a relaxed buzz.
“Get excited, Romy” Ryan grinned, patting his back. As his hand fell down his spine, he let his hand brush the curve of Roman’s ass. Roman felt a rush of energy, his heart jumping. No one else thought anything of the interaction or Roman’s sudden subtle smirk. Ryan reached for Roman’s cigarette, locking eyes with him as he inhaled the smoke. He breathed it out into Roman’s face. Roman took a deep breath simultaneously, inhaling Ryan's smoke. Ryan licked his lips and took another hit before passing it back.
“How many times you playing ‘jeans’ tonight, Hollis?” Nate raised his eyebrows with a smile. “Gonna beat the record?” Hollis shrugged, chuckling. He was wearing his classic black tank top and jeans, his skin shining with sweat in the heat of the backstage area. The tank top wouldn't stay on for long, all of boyliife knew that for sure. Roman was wearing similar pants, but with a sleeveless t-shirt.
Nate, Ryan and Jonah wished the boys luck and headed out to their VIP stands in the audience. Roman kept moving around, eager to get onto the stage in front of the crowd of fans. He jumped up and down, shaking out his arms. He stopped, still, as he felt a firm grip on his forearm.
“bro, you alright?” Hollis stared at him, amused. Roman let his eyes flick down to Holli’s hand around his arm and back up to his face. He smiled in return, face close to Hollis so he could hear him over the crowd.
“I’m good, I’m energised,” He replied. On the stage, the lights started to flash, turning red. Roman had to go on stage in less than a minute.
“Good, you got this,” Hollis smiled at him fondly. His face was all angles and shadows in the red lights. Roman could vaguely make out his eyes. He watched Hollis’ eyes drop down to his mouth and back up and felt a shiver run over his whole body. Hollis leaned in and the roar of the crowd was drowned out by blood rushing in Roman’s ears. His mouth brushed past Roman's jaw and leant into his ear. Hollis’ large hand rested on Roman’s bicep as he spoke in his ear.
“Have fun,” He said, the statement anticlimactic for the dramatic response from Romans body. He let his hand slowly fall down to his side, stroking down Roman’s arm in the process. Roman heard the familiar intro to ‘no me importa’ and turned to the stage, eyes not leaving Hollis’ until he was facing the red lights. He jumped again, energy rushing through his veins, and ran onto the stage.
The crowd’s energy was like a drug for Roman as he jumped and sang on stage, flashing lights illuminating the people in front of him in rhythmic pulses. By the time his set had ended with ‘left to right’ his skin was damp with sweat. The song faded out, and Roman waved at the crowd, making a heart with his hands. The roar of the crowd made him smile, a smile that stayed with him as the lights went out and he ran off stage. Hollis waited by the stage, greeting Roman with a grin and a fist bump.
“That was sick," Hollis said and Roman laughed, taking a gulp from a water bottle. The intro to his set began to play, white lights flashing, and Hollis took a deep breath. ‘I’ll see you soon.” He smiled at Roman, stealing his water bottle and drinking greedily. Roman held his eye contact as he gulped down a mouthful of water, barely visible in the flashing lights. Roman took the bottle back, dragging his finger over Hollis’ hand as he grabbed it.
“Good luck, bye” he spoke, tapping Hollis’ shoulder, the muscles firm underneath his hand. Hollis turned and ran onto stage, the building almost shaking from the boom of the crowd's cheers. Roman watched him from the wings, putting the water bottle to his own mouth and swallowing what was left. He would be back on stage for ‘option’ in about an hour. In the meantime, he headed to his dressing room to relax and refresh.
After Maisy, the group’s makeup artist, had touched up his eye makeup, Roman was alone in the cool dressing room. A cigarette dangled from his mouth and he sat on the couch, listening to Hollis' performance in the distance. A small TV in the room showed a live playback of the show on mute, and Roman watched Hollis’s lean muscular frame on the screen. A knock came from the dark plywood door. “Come in!” Roman shouted. Ryan stepped inside the small room, closing the door behind him. He sat down on the couch next to Roman.
“Good job out there,” He said, stretching his arms up behind his head. The stretch exposed a strip of olive brown skin on his stomach and a trail of dark hair leading into his calvin klein boxers. Roman forced himself to look away and up to Ryan’s navy blue eyes.
“Thanks, but you’re missing Hollis’s set” Roman raised his eyebrows at Ryan, taking a drag of his cigarette. He shook his head, smiling, in response.
“It got too hot out there, and I’m not missing too much; I’ve seen that setlist about 15 times.” Ryan said and Roman shrugged. “How long till you’re back on anyway?” He asked casually. Roman checked his phone.
“About 35 minutes. The stage manager grabs me in 30,” Their eye contact was heavy with implication and Ryan reached out to take Roman’s cigarette from his hand. Roman didn’t let him, instead lifting it to his own mouth. He inhaled the bitter smoke, eyes watching Ryan's. He let the smoke out slowly before putting the cigarette to Ryan's mouth. He felt his lips brush his fingers as he put his mouth to the filter. Ryan exhaled the smoke with his head back, facing the ceiling. Roman watched him. His Adam's apple bobbed as he breathed, the soft skin of his neck vulnerable and exposed. He looked back to the screen and the pair watched their friend dance on stage, his shirt long abandoned. Ryan turned back to Roman, eyes drifting up and down his tall figure. Roman’s hand rested on his own thigh, cigarette between his fingers nearly burnt out. Ryan leant down to take a drag from Roman's hand. Roman slowly moved his hand so it rested on his crotch. He lifted his eyes to look at Ryan. He was staring back, a slight smirk on his face. Ryan rested his hand on Roman's thigh and leant in to breathe in the cigarette. Roman inhaled quickly at the sight of Ryan’s head in-between his thighs. He held the back of Ryan’s head with his left hand as he inhaled the smoke. Ryan lifted his head, his hand still resting on Roman’s upper thigh. Roman’s hand moved to rest on Ryan’s jaw. Ryan exhaled the smoke, eyes locked on his, just waiting, daring Roman to make the first move.
“Fuck” Roman whispered under his breath. He ditched the cigarette, crushing it under the sole of his shoe, and pulled Ryan’s mouth to his.
Ryan’s left hand explored under Roman’s shirt, feeling up his back and stomach muscles. Roman held Ryan's jaw, the other hand holding the back of his head. Ryan grunted softly as Roman kissed him, mouth moving hungrily against his. Roman could taste the smoke on Ryan’s breath and his masculine cologne. Ryan’s hand palmed Roman through his pants and Roman cursed under his breath. He let his hand rest on Ryan’s hip as his tongue pressed against his. Their mouths collided with intensity, Hollis singing to ‘cope’ audible over their heavy breathing. Ryan’s mouth was familiar to Roman. They had had many drunken makeouts and sex, occasionally fucking sober when they found themselves in a room alone. Roman knew, as did everyone else in boyliife, that Hollis and Ryan did the same. Hollis and Roman had made out drunk occasionally but there was no one Roman craved more than Hollis. Except for maybe Ryan, when he looked at him with those blue eyes, pure desire and sex written all over his face.
Roman tugged at the hem of Ryan's shirt, breaking the contact with his mouth to pull the shirt over his head. Ryan reached out instantly to do the same to Roman but he shook his head.
“Ah, ah, I dont want my hair or makeup getting fucked up before I go back on,” He shrugged. Ryan stared at him.
“What, so sex hair and face is fine but heaven forbid you take your shirt off?” Ryan teased. Ryan reached for Roman’s belt buckle instead. “This won't mess up any makeup, at least not in that way” Roman rolled his eyes but reached down to help him undo his belt. Ryan put his mouth on Roman’s neck as his fingers pushed Roman's pants down around his thighs. He kissed and sucked on Roman’s neck, making him gasp out breaths. Roman’s dick was pitching his Calvin Klein underwear and Ryan noticed, his smile obvious in the messiness of his kisses on Roman’s throat. Roman’s large hands explored Ryan's back and side, tracing invisible patterns into his soft skin. He used his acrylic nails to scratch lightly down his back. Ryan released a shaky breath onto Roman's neck at the sensation. Roman looked at the TV as Ryan left bruises on his collarbones. Hollis was singing to the crowd, his muscles shining under his layer of sweat. Roman imagined Hollis touching him this way, the thought making the boner in his underwear throb. Hollis was singing crush now, so Roman knew he had about 20 minutes left of Ryan before the stage director knocked on the door.
Roman put his hand around the back of Ryan’s neck, pulling him off his neck to look at him. Ryan’s pupils were blown out, his lips swollen. He looked so pretty. Roman knew what he wanted.
“I want to fuck your mouth” He said firmly. Ryan smiled and put his mouth on his, kissing him open-mouthed and hungry. Roman adjusted on the couch so his back leant against the arm rest, Ryan on top of him.
“Since you asked so nicely” Ryan smirked, kissing Roman’s neck. His hands drifted down to the waistband of Roman’s Calvins and he pushed them down around his thighs. Roman exhaled at the cool exposure of air on his cock. He gently urged Ryan downward, pushing him by the back of his neck. Ryan pushed the hem of Roman’s shirt up to his collarbones, and kissed down his chest. He left a kiss under Roman’s belly button before following the smooth skin of his abs down to the heat between his legs. In one quick beat, Ryan climbed off Roman’s body and knelt on the ground in front of the couch. Roman swore under his breath at the sight and shifted around so he was sitting on the couch facing him. Ryan stared at Roman’s cock like he was hungry for it and reached out with his right hand. He stroked Roman’s hard shaft slowly, eyes locked on his. Roman bit his lip. Ryan leant in and kissed down his cock to his balls, still stroking with his right hand. With his left hand he held Roman’s inner thigh.
“Fuck- yes, Ryan” Roman whispered. His hands reached out for him, one applying gentle pressure on the back of his head. Ryan’s tongue licked up and down his shaft, swirling around the head of his cock. Roman gasped as Ryan took him in his mouth, sucking and bobbing his head up and down slowly.
“Yeah like that,” he said softly, hand holding Ryan firmly on his cock. Ryan’s left hand massaged Roman’s balls and Roman moaned. His tongue flicked around the sides of Roman’s cock and down to his frenulum. Ryan used his right hand to stroke the base while his tongue worked on the rest. Roman rolled his hips, thrusting into Ryan’s mouth. Ryan took as much of Roman as he could fit in his mouth, bobbing his head up and down.
“Fuck yeah take it all,” Roman breathed, thrusting into the back of Ryan’s throat. Ryan moaned, humming around Roman’s cock. His left hand held onto Roman’s thigh. Roman held Ryan’s head in place as he fucked his mouth. Ryan’s eyes locked onto Roman’s, pupils dark with desire. Ryan’s eyes fluttered through his long eyelashes as Roman hit the back of his throat again and again.
“I’m close,” Roman panted, lips parting with pleasure. Ryan focused on making Roman cum and bobbed his head up and down his cock faster. Roman scratched his acrylic nails through Ryan’s short hair, gasping with pleasure. He looked to the screen to see Hollis, his muscular frame shining with sweat, long hair fanning out behind him as he danced on stage. Below him, Ryan's back rippled with muscles, his warm mouth filled with Roman’s cock. It was too much. A knot was building in his stomach as he approached his climax. Roman’s left hand held onto the muscle of Ryan’s shoulder, and his right held his head down. He felt his eyes rolling back at the sensation of Ryan’s mouth moving up and down, greedily taking all of his dick. Roman felt his climax approaching as Ryan massaged his balls.
“Fuck thats- uh- good- fuck, Ryan” Roman gasped, moaning. The knot in his stomach was growing until it released in a burst of pleasure. Ryan swallowed his hot load, slowing down the bobbing of his head, stopping when Roman grew limp in his mouth. Roman’s chest heaved, shining with a layer of perspiration. Ryan’s mouth released his cock with a lewd pop. Roman held Ryan’s jaw in his large hands. He leant down and kissed his mouth slowly, tasting himself on his tongue.
“Good boy,” Roman whispered through the kiss. Ryan sat on Roman’s lap as the kiss deepened. Roman touched him with gentle hands, the orgasm filling him with a happy buzz. Hollis was still audible, and he began to play ‘whiplash’. Roman felt a mix of excitement and disappointment. He had only a couple minutes before the stage director came and grabbed him. He slowed making out with Ryan, moving his mouth down to kiss his neck.
“Is it that time already?” Ryan asked.
“Mhm, we should get dressed,” Roman replied, not breaking his mouth away from the smoothness of Ryan’s neck. He was working on a bruise just beneath his collarbone, the mark already tinted a dark pink. Roman moved down his neck, leaving marks on Ryan’s chest. He loved to see him bruised up with hickeys. When Ryan and Hollis fucked next, Hollis might see them, and be reminded of Roman. ‘Whiplash’ ended and the intro for ‘FORFEIT’ began.
“Shit- okay, we need to get dressed,” Roman lightly lifted Ryan off his lap, and pulled up his own pants. Ryan slid his T-shirt back on. Looking in the vanity mirror, Roman checked his hair and makeup wasn’t too fucked up.
“You look good to me,” Ryan smiled. Roman rolled his eyes. He turned to face the shorter man. He gave him one last kiss, grabbing his ass. They broke apart, Ryan breathing heavy. “Good luck out there asshole,” He waved him goodbye.
“Bye, see you later,” Roman smiled as he waved back. Ryan slipped out the room. Once the door shut, Roman let out a deep exhale, rubbing his hand through his hair. He sat back down on the couch, resting for a moment, when a knock sounded out in the small room.
“Rommulas, on in 5!” The stage director called.
“Yeah, coming” Roman called back, checking himself in the mirror one last time. He took one last look at Hollis on the video playback, before heading out of the dressing room into the buzz.