Nick? Jared Leto says suddenly in the middle of spewing out some information regarding his new album. His voice is cool, slick, mirroring his collected posture. The radio host just gives a mhmm in response. There’s a pause, which causes Nick to glance up immediately from his notes. The twenty eight year old is staring directly at Jared now, waiting for a reply. This is the radio, and a silence like this is awkward and confusing for listeners. Yes, Jared? He’s desperate for the male to say something, anything really, feeling himself literally move to the edge of his seat with anticipation. There’s an itch beneath his skin, he hates silence, and he wants to fill it. Break it. Jared? Why is his heart pounding in his chest? Why can’t he look away from those eyes burning into him from across the room? Matt, his producer, is panicking slightly, worried Nick’s said something to offend the celebrity hence his refusal to speak. Usually Nick would be able to just spark up a random conversation during such uncomfortable interviews but his mind was completely blank. A gulp, a light sweat on his brow, as he fails to drag his eyes away from Jared to see what Matt’s mouthing. He can’t break it. The silence. His focus. Captivated almost by those iconic blue eyes. Lost. Drowning in a pool of blue.

Then, without warning, music plays through his headphones, shocking him back into the room. A wave crashing down on him. Matt’s apparently leant over Nick, furiously pressing buttons, starting up the track on the queue. The thing is, Nick didn’t even notice Matt’s presence despite the fact the producer’s hip was pinning his arm to the chair, pinching flesh and making it redden, and yet he didn’t feel a thing. Jared’s smirking to himself; Nick, however, is not amused. Pout on his lips, eyes narrowing, pupils shrinking, expressing his anger. What was that? Why did you just sit there? Matt’s surprised to see Nick confronting a guest like this; sure he wasn’t one to bottle up what he thought but he was never aggressive. Nick? His producer says softly, attempting to prevent an argument.

You’re cute when you’re upset, Nicholas. Jared finally speaks. The name flicks off his tongue effortlessly, smooth and seductive. Nick’s nostrils flare, knuckles whitening as fists are clenched. Matt’s looking between the two males now, confusion evident in his furrowed eyebrows, placing his hand on Nick’s shoulder to calm him.

Jared! Nick huffs, he knows he’s not being professional right now but this guy is irritating the hell out of him. When we go back on air, could you possibly act like a normal socialising human being and actually talk?!

I can’t promise anything. The forty one year old answers, Nick’s jaw clenching at his words.

Fuck you. He mutters.

Not in public… unless that’s your kink? Jared licks his lips, looking the radio host up and down, Nick wriggles in his chair, uncomfortable. Matt gives a cough, reminding them that yes he was still there. Jared doesn’t care, he likes seeing them squirm. Mischief is in his eyes, he’s known it from the day he met Nick Grimshaw that he had complete control over him. Today just proved it. Not going to decline the offer then, Nicholas? He laughs, breathless, smirk still plastered to his features. Eyebrows are raised on all three men. Matt’s from shock. Jared’s questioningly, waiting for the British host’s answer. Nick’s a mixture of the two since he himself was waiting for the retort to spill passed his lips, though there was none. Neither refusal nor an acceptance. Another gulp and he’s definitely radiating heat now, the sweat dripping from him. Flustered by the images that flash across his mind. The music’s coming to an end and he needs to get himself together.

That was… Nick has to check, having not listened at all to the song that had played. Middle of the B-bed from Lucy Rose Has he just stuttered? Fearne really loves her, doesn’t she Matt? He’s looking for assistance, needing time to compose himself. Matt trails off about the week Fearne released little snippets of the things Lucy Rose was into, before rambling on about how good her album is or something. Again, Nick wasn’t listening since Jared’s eyes were fixated on him. He’s panting, and turned on. He’s supposed to be angry at the fool for embarrassing him on live radio! Having to close his eyes to block out the guy was his only option, the only way he could get through the rest of the show. Just twenty six minutes. He could do that. So Jared- unconsciously he licks his lips as the name escapes What would you say was the most fun thing about making this new album?

Well, Nicholas, I think having Damien Hirst involved, doing the album art was pretty good. Jared replies, Matt’s shoulders dropping, relieved he actually said something. Remember our last interview? We planned our imaginary dinner with him?

You remember that? Nick’s eyes open, startled that the star has recalled something from three years ago.

Of course. His smile is genuine, a quick flash of teeth before his face returns to that smug look, pleased with himself that Nick is hanging onto his every word. The rest of the interview goes well, Jared choosing to actually comply and answer questions. Not without including the casual innuendo in there, however, to make Matt jump in his seat.

We’re going to leave you with Iggy Azalea to play us out. Sara’s on now, we’ll be back tomorrow at 6.30am and Caroline Flack’s on the show. Ok, bye! Nick’s never clicked the play button so fast in his life. Matt wipes his forehead with the back of his hand, grateful to reach 10am without the two guys screaming at one another. They scatter out of the room, allowing for Sara to do her thing and congregate in the Live Lounge.

So… Jared’s licking at those lips again, clapping his hands together, and preparing to propose something to Nick. Matt takes this moment to excuse himself, having noticed that lustful look in Jared's eyes, he has a feeling he knows where this may be leading to and he’s already been made to feel uncomfortable for the last hour as it is.

What? Nick wants to take back some control, even the slightest. Though he knows, deep down, he’s defenceless against the older more alluring male. Jared flutters his eyelashes as though he’s innocent and hasn’t spent the entire time making Nick sexually frustrated. Those blue eyes scan up and down the British radio presenter’s body, lingering noticeable over the growing bulge beneath tight skinny jeans. Slowly, his gaze rises, catching the younger male’s eyes. An intense stare, leaving Nick biting his lower lip. He definitely has no control. Inhaling deeper breaths, which get shakier and shakier the longer he loses himself in Jared’s eyes that darken with lust. They’re walking now, a slight pace, as the American takes lead. Both are eager for hands. Hands to fondle. Hands all over them.

Outside the building, cameras are flashing, people are rushing over to obtain signatures. And yet, they go by in a blur of colour, moulding into one simple shade. And all Nick can see is blue. That oceanic blue of Jared’s eyes that held him captured. The Manchunian is shoved hastily into the back of a car, the driver not even concerned by the extra body. They are forced to sit next to one another with lips never touching as paparazzi follow on motorbikes. Daring fingers stroke at Nick’s upper thigh, so close to an organ which throbs beneath tight material. He’s getting restless and needy. Jared leans in as though whispering and instead bites at Nick’s ear lobe. His breath catches in his throat, fingers digging into the seat. Not long now, Nicholas. Jared purrs, leaving his hand ever so close to dangerous territory. Exiting the vehicle and heading into the lobby as fans and paparazzi chase after you while having a hard on is pretty difficult but Nick fights through it, knowing he’ll be rewarded for his efforts. They take the lift in a hurry to experience the friction of skin against skin. Unknowingly to the other guests using the lift, Jared’s thumb is wrapped around the belt loop of Nick’s jeans, tugging him closer; palm dangling delicately on the twenty eight year old’s lower back. A reminder of who would take the dominate role here.

Finally inside the room and Nick isn’t even given time to utter a syllable before Jared’s mouth is on his. There’s a frantic removal of clothes being left as a trail to the bedroom. Nick is slammed down onto the bed, with only his jeans and underwear left to be taken off. Jared straddles him, unbuckling the male pinned beneath him’s pants. Please. Nick whimpers, his head is about to explode from desire. But Jared, ever the tease, slowly pulls the clothing down, purposely allowing his fingertips to tickle at exposed skin as he did so. Both of their chests are rising and falling heavily, clearly in want of releasing tension. Though Jared likes this sensation. The build-up. It’s exciting, thrilling to watch someone shudder from your every touch, as they’re unable to hide honest emotion. His eyes are darker than ever, power playing to mess with the guy’s head. Nick’s fully naked now while Jared remains in his jeans. There’s something about nakedness that leaves a person vulnerable and it was a turn on for Jared, physical control over a situation. Over a person. Grinning he lets his fingers skim over Nick’s dick before dismounting him to quickly pull off his own pants. He can’t wait much longer himself, searching through his unpacked bags for lubricant. A charge, like an electric current passing through them, totally aroused by the fact that they’re seconds away from having sex. Jared! Nick screeches urgently from the bed, impatient, causing Jared to chuckle huskily, his eyes to sparkle with delight. Having located the lube, he’s quick to massage it over himself and allows his fingers to trace the rim of Nick’s anus, tempting the shuddering male lying on his back further. He grabs at Nick’s sides, pulling him closer to the edge of the bed before taking his own cock in his hands and directing it so he could enter Nick. You ready, Nicholas? Eyes shimmering with pure excitement to dominate the already flustered younger male who just nods eagerly. Nick's biting his lower lip, hard, as Jared takes hold of his legs that rest on the older male's shoulders, he's gripping onto them tightly for support, rocking himself forward repeatedly into Nick.