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i hadn't seen the two members of twenty one pilots in ten years when i entered the room that night. i did an interview with them back in 2016, they were young, and so energetic and enthusiastic that their presence alone made me feel inspired. even though so much time had passed, the videos of their most recent shows made them seem even more crazy, in love with their craft, their performance, and mostly their fans. tyler was a force of nature. the subtle wrinkles at the corners of his eyes gave away the fact that he was pushing fourty, but on stage he swinged his microphone in the air like a maniac and moved his fingers on his bass like his life depended on it. and then there was josh. he was thirtyseven as well, a brief internet research refreshing my memory, but my subconscious was more attracted by the countless shirtless photos of him that popped up on my screen. i always had a soft spot for josh, something i obviously couldn't afford to show given my profession. when we did the interview, i remember forcing myself to make eye contact with tyler as often as i could, or else i would just end up staring at his bandmate like an enamoured teenager, giving away my preference. i couldn't resist googling our names together, the picture we took after the interview immediately appearing. i stood in the middle of the pair, my hair shorter, josh's youthful grin wide as he stretched an arm across my waist, posing for the camera. on the other side, tyler just smiled, keeping his hands to himself, which i guess was legitimate since the frame was definitely big enough to fit the three of us. did josh want to touch me? i shook my head, trying to let the useless thought slip away. there was no interview planned this time. the band was playing a show at a festival, and i was supposed to give a dj set in the afteroon, long before they even arrived at the venue. or so i thought.

"backstage crew, -someone's voice played from a speaker overhead,- twenty one pilots arrival in five minutes."

my heart dropped in my chest, eyebrows arching from disbelief. it was only four pm, but i thought some kind of background check required them to come earlier, probably because their whole stage set was a huge fire hazard. as if on cue, a crew of firemen spilled in the room, confirming my suspicions. i tried to remain calm, but my nerves inevitably got to me as i spotted tyler with the corner of my eye, holding hands with his daughter, his wife and their other kids following close behind. they attentively greeted the crew, shaking hands and hugging all around. i took a breath of relief as josh didn't show for a good minute. but then of course, it had to happen. the door to the parking lot screeched once again, being pushed by a messy haired figure. he wore the same skinny jeans and checkered vans as ten years prior, but his torso and arms were even more toned to perfection, as he didn't seem afraid to show through the extremely low cut muscle shirt he had on. he greeted everyone as well, and i felt obligated to walk up to them. politely, tyler and his wife reached me, followed by josh.

i introduced myself, not expecting them to remember me after all that time. again, i was sort of mistaken.

"you look familiar." josh said after i told him my name, shaking his hand firmly.

"uhm..." i chuckled.

"yeah man, she interviewed us. -tyler saved the conversation, then turned to me:- sorry, josh is a little slow." he joked, sarcastically patting his shoulder, then following jenna to help her with the kids.

"sorry i made that awkward, i imagine you interview so many people it must be hard to remember."

"i- -did he really think i reintroduced myself because i forgot about him?- i do remember. i was rewatching the interview earlier, feels like a lifetime ago."

"yeah? i'll have to rewatch that too then." he grinned.

inevitably, i blushed. not that what he said was flirty or explicit in the slightest, but every second of eye contact with him made my heart pump in my chest so loud i was almost scared he could hear it. we eventually parted ways, but the entire afternoon i couldn't help but sneak glances at him. after my set i was allowed to just lounge and chill backstage, and that nearly killed me. everything about him was perfect: the way he messed up his hair while looking in the mirror, the way he airdrummed any time he didn't have anything to do with his hands, hell, even the way he put on those hideous leg warmers he used for his calf muscles. every faked non chalant glance took me apart piece by piece until eventually, i couldn't stand it anymore. i abruptly got up, storming into the bathroom and splashing my face with cold water.

get a fucking grip.

i told myself looking in the mirror, trying to ignore the way i had messed up my hair. i was determined to walk back into the main room a different person, but then i heard something strange. noises were coming from one of the dressing rooms, and of course josh's name had to be on it. it was only when i hesitantly raised my fist to knock that i noticed the door was already half open. i knew that fans snuck backstage all the time and i very obviously could have just called security. i don't know what came over me when i delicately pushed the door, peeping into the room. that was when i saw him. josh's perfect profile stood there, head tilted back slightly, his adam's apple bobbing with his ragged breaths. it took my brain a moment to register what was happening. his jeans were scrunched down at his ankles, his boxers just low enough to allow him to do what he was doing. what made the spectacle compelling was the time josh was taking with himself. he didn't desperately beat reaching for an orgasm. his hand pumped slowly and steadily, to the rythm of the adorable whimpers escaping from his mouth. his dick didn't seem as happy as he was though, the tip was angry red and it looked ready to burst. after a couple seconds of observation i gained part of my senses back and noticed he had a laptop open on his vanity, some kind of porn probably playing in front of him. the blue light delicately flashed on his naked stomach and i found myself desperately trying to hear the video, curious about what he liked. i was a little taken aback when i heard josh's own voice playing from the computer. was he masturbating to a video of himself? i didn't take him for a narcissist, but i guess some people like that kind of thing. it was what came next that shocked me.

"thank you guys, that was tyler joseph and josh dun from twenty one pilots. remember to stream their brand new studio album blurryface and i'll see you in the next one!"

was that... me? heat rushed up from my neck to my face, my blood roaring in my ears. josh dun was masturbating to a video of him and i. the intwerview had just ended and the light reflecting on josh's body switched, a random youtube commercial playing. in the meantime, he had completely lost his composure. his head lolled back and forth, sweat pearling his skin and occasionally dripping from his curls. his bicep flexing with the way he was stroking himself.

"fuck..." he moaned, a sound so sweet and obscene it almost made me blow my cover. and he didn't stay silent after that. his eyelashes fluttered as he repeatedly hissed through his teeth, every stroke bringing him closer to the edge.

"hah- oh god." he was straight up whimpering. if this was him when he was being intimate with himself, i couldn't help but imagine how good he would sound while sharing it with someone else. one last moan, a little too loud. josh realised his mistake and, to my delight, frantically covered his mouth with his other hand, muffling his own noises during the last rushed strokes it took him to cum. he tilted his dick slightly to avoid ruining his computer. instead, he painted the chair of the vanity, milking himself to the last drop.

"fuck my life..." he sighed, looking around still dazzled by the orgasm. i ran away as quickly as i could, as he turned around to grab some towels and clean up his mess. panting, i finally reached the main room and started praying he actually didn't see me.

...

after the show, which i obviously wanted to see, i was determined to just grab my things and disappear before the guys came back, and so i did. unfortunately though, my ride was so late i had to stand in the parking lot for thirty minutes, staring at my phone, still in disbelief of what i had witnessed that afternoon. once again, the heavy door screeched. i turned around to see josh's smile slowly disappear from his face as his body froze.

"hi." i spoke, trying to sound normal.

"h-hi." he struggled.

was this my chance to fuck with him?

"you look like you've seen a ghost." i joked, watching him forcefully try to relax.

"sorry, i'm just a little dazed from the adrenaline." he chuckled. of course he was gonna act like he didn't beat to a video of me three hours prior.

"i bet... so did you end up rewatching that interview?" i grinned. blush immediately flamed all over his face, the dim light of the parking lot only partly saving him.