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You had both woken with the sun, no alarms, and had breakfast in your pajamas. After that? You’d put on a record and cleaned the house up a bit, then spent the rest of the day doing nothing at all, with nowhere to be, no one to talk to about band stuff, and no distractions from simply existing in the same space again. 

Now, showered and ready for bed again, Danny approached you from behind as you were shutting a dresser drawer, his strong arms tightening around you as he gently swayed you to an inaudible rhythm. Smiling as you overlaid your hands with his, you willfully relaxed back, turning your head into him to take a deep breath. “Hey, handsome.”

This part of existing in the same space again was another blessing. On most of those lonely nights, you simply wished for him to be there to hold you, for his weight to create the familiar dip in the mattress that, when absent, made you feel like you were sleeping off-kilter. But on some nights…just being in the same time zone to hear his voice rumble through the line and talk you through your loneliness would have been enough.

“Hello, beautiful,” he murmured in your ear, holding you flush against him. 

You were so close that you felt the slight tension in his abdomen that he held when he was a little nervous about something. Squeezing him where you held his forearms, you craned your head to look at him softly. “Is everything alright?”

He didn’t hesitate before nodding. “Yeah…yeah, I was just– I was wondering if maybe you’d be up to try something a little different tonight.”

Already assuming that he meant in bed, all of the filthy possibilities that sprang up in your mind dried your throat out and redistributed the wetness to another part of your body. Nodding enthusiastically, you turned around, cupping Danny’s jaw in your hands as you smiled and teased, “Of course, baby. But, I have to know…my dirty boy didn’t make the TSA agents rummage through chains and whips, did he?”

Danny rolled his eyes playfully, clicking his tongue as he answered, “Damn, you caught me. I knew the rattling in my suitcase would give me away when I got home.”

You laughed and leaned in to kiss him, your lips lingering much longer than you had intended them to. By the time you took them back, Danny’s wide palms were already splayed against your back and inching underneath your pajama top, which you had been fully aware would be taken off immediately when you’d slipped it on, but the act of undressing each other in these early homestay days never got old. “Well, with the way I attacked you as soon as you’d set foot in the doorframe, you could have had a siren going off in there and I wouldn’t have noticed.”

Danny nipped at your cheekbone and led you back towards the bed. “It’s an attack I’ll never grow tired of, believe me.”

Letting Danny scoot you both up towards the bed frame, you trailed a fingertip through the thatch of chest hair he’d been growing, thinking about moving to straddle him fully but deciding the muscle of his thigh was a very nice pressure point for you. “Well, if it’s not chains and whips, what is this new thing, then? You’ve got my full attention.”

“Um…” Danny seemed to grow bashful for a second, and he fiddled with the waistband of your sleep shorts to avoid looking at you. “It’s just something that I– I dunno, found out that I really like this past tour.”

You raised your brows, running through anything glaringly obvious but coming up with nothing, because you’d already watched him jerk himself off (many times, with the help of FaceTime for when you were several states away from each other), and you knew he hadn’t cheated on you. The only other thought that came to mind was anal play, and while the two of you had discussed it before, it wasn’t something he would have begun to experiment with on his own.

“You’ve stumped me.”

Danny put his hand to your hips and used his tour muscle to drag your center up the meat of his thigh and then off. “I’ll show you,” he decided. “Come on– clothes off.”

Giggling at his inability to voice his newfound kink, you did as he said, taking off your own clothes this time and biting your lip when you found Danny laid bare before you after your shirt was gone. The man was far too pretty for his own good, and every time he allowed you to see him like this, you fell more in love. 

“My god, you’re sexy,” you whistled appreciatively, and Danny cracked a grin as he pawed your ass.

“Takes one to know one.” Both of you huffed out a laugh at your cheesy banter, but you soon fell serious as Danny took himself in hand, captivating your full attention. After a few seconds, he met your eyes briefly. “You wanna come and get me wet, pretty baby?” he sighed, his words firmly setting the mood as he tilted his head back to rest on the headboard and he tugged his cock slowly, still dry and frictious. 

“Anything for you.” Instead of reaching for the lube in the nightstand drawer, you stroked the creases of his hips and centered yourself so that you had a bird’s-eye view of his movement before allowing some saliva to drip down.

Bullseye.

Danny hummed gratefully and worked it under his palm, stroking himself to full-mast quickly. Waiting for further direction, you let him touch himself quietly, the slicker sounds of his precum introduced soon after he worked up a firm tug, the skin of his cock pulling with each stroke of his hand. 

“This is what I did,” he said tightly, one leg twitching as he picked up his pace. You began to wonder what this new thing was, but even just watching while he was within your reach was enough to make you reach down and stick your thumb out so that you could grind your clit against it subtly, not wanting to distract Danny from whatever he wanted to do. “Every night, Y/N, I couldn’t help but think about you. I thought I’d be blind by the end of tour.”

You let out a breathless chuckle, trying not to imagine your boyfriend masturbating furiously over the tour bus toilet under the guise of a nightly piss so that the others wouldn’t have to hear anything. He’d admitted before that all four boys knew in the back of their heads that the others were doing the five-finger shuffle on the bus every so often – if only because they themselves were, too – but they’d all chosen to invest in higher-quality privacy curtains that blocked out more noise and had agreed early on that the bluetooth speaker playing sleep sounds stayed on all night for courtesy’s sake.

“Well, we already know that it’s true when they say your other senses heighten when one is taken away. Imagine the fun we could have if you did,” you rasped, unable to keep your eyes off the way his tip peeked through the hole at the top of his fist, his head wet and shiny. In no world were blowjobs the most enticing thing in the world, but Danny somehow made your mouth water every time like a Pavlovian dog.

At this point, you were getting ready to push his hand aside and have your way with him, not willing to wait until he recovered, because that was the direction he was aiming for– at least, from what his body was telling you– but as soon as you decided ‘too much, I need to touch,’ Danny abruptly let himself go and flattened his palm out on the mattress as his toes curled and thighs flexed.

“Oh god,” he hissed, voice cracking as his eyes fluttered closed. The way his dick was jumping said that just a little bit more would have pushed him over the edge, and you were only too happy to get him there. You’d have to specify later what was so new about this, but right now, you had laser focus on your boyfriend’s hard cock, honing in and intending to hear him cry out your name. But, as your hand was reaching for him, Danny peeled his eyes open and caught your wrist, preventing you from obtaining your prize. “No! Wait, wait, if you touch me, I’ll cum.”

You cocked a brow at him and hesitantly shuffled forward. “Yeah, I know. Did…you want to cum inside of me or something?” That could have been what he was talking about, since it was something you’d only just begun letting him do more now that you were on a new form of birth control.

But he shook his head again, even as his dick twitched at the offer. “No. I don’t…want to cum yet. I actually wanna do it again.”

Finally, it clicked, and you could have kicked yourself for being so oblivious. Edging. He’d figured out that he liked to edge himself on tour.

You met his eyes, heavy with his lust and now with yours as well, and you knew that he could see the understanding. With a big breath at your silent, encouraging nod, Danny took himself back in hand and started to pump once more.

“Here, let me make it a little easier.” As you leaned forward as you had before, you slid your hands further up his thighs, so close to his groin that his right hand hit your wrist on every downstroke. 

He groaned as your spit hit the head of his cock again. “Thanks, baby,” he croaked.

While you were sorely tempted to join him and begin touching yourself, you wanted this to be about him, since Danny obviously had an idea of how he wanted the night to go down. So, you stayed glued to him, but let him direct the scene, which was all entirely fine by you. That meant you were free to appreciate him – the way he blinked rapidly in an attempt to keep his eyes open, the way he took in sharp breaths when he began climbing up the ledge again, the scrunch of his knee, as if his entire body was trying to protect itself from the impending denial.

It was less abrupt this time. Danny didn’t seem to be at his peak when he stopped stroking himself, but he gulped and fixed you with his eyes, pupils so dark and dilated that you felt the call of the void to fall into them and never come out. “Want a turn?” he rumbled, voice deep and gritty with arousal.

“Hell yes,” you answered quickly, moving in to kiss him fervently before scooting in closer and placing a hand high on his thigh, scraping lightly with your nails and watching him shudder beneath your touch. “I’ve done this enough that I have faith in my ability to know when you’re close,” you told him with a small smile as you laid out your plan for Danny’s approval. You wanted him to have the greatest edging experience of his life, if that was what he wanted – he deserved everything, and you were willing to spoil him often because he did the same to you. “But do you still want to be the one to tell me when to stop? Think you can handle that?”

Danny groaned lowly, squeezing his eyes shut to ward off any premature notions his body might have entertained at the thought that this was real and happening and it was you doing it instead of himself. At least, that’s what you assumed, because you were feeling the exact same way.

“Yeah, I think I can do that,” he agreed breathlessly. “You can go ahead and start touching me; I’m good for now.” 

God, that was an understatement. He was phenomenal. Hard and thick in your hand when you gave him one last kiss and then wrapped your fingers around him, his pronounced ridge glided along your palm as you stroked him – up, down, up, twist, thumb across his slit. Danny looked so serene as you pumped his cock in your hand, his fingers flexing against the sheets and his ragged breaths the only indicators that you were jerking him off until you leaned closer to him, running your fingers up his midsection and chest lovingly.

You hummed, feeling warm skin, tense muscle, and eventually goosebumps as you stroked across his shoulder and down his arm. The double, rather paradoxical sensations sent Danny’s hips careening in your touch, the tip of his dick peeking from the space in your fist, which was drying out at an alarming rate, and with such a dry mouth as you had, you didn’t have much spit left to give. 

“Baby,” you said softly, loosening up your grip, “I’m gonna grab the lube, okay?” 

Danny nodded, watching you stretch to the nightstand drawer to retrieve the tube you two kept there. As you slicked your fist up with the substance, he lazily ran his thumb up his cock, stroking lightly just underneath the head. 

You tilted your head as you used one hand to stabilize yourself and help get you back to your spot at his side, where he took his hand away so that you could give him a quick stroke up to coat his skin. “How did you figure out you like this?” you asked softly, a small quirk of your lips playing at the corners of your mouth as he reacted to your subtle start – a harder, faster pace than you’d previously been stroking him with.

Danny’s jaw twitched, but you watched as he consciously relaxed most of his body. “I told you – felt like I was jerking off more nights than not, and then, one night, I just…didn’t want to stop thinking about you. Every night that I thought about you while I got myself off, I didn’t want to stop,” he sighed, gently rolling his hips into you again. With the way his dick kept twitching and leaking every so often, you were anticipating his breathy, ‘stop,’ any second now. “Just when I thought I was getting to the good part of the fantasy, you’d do something even better, and I didn’t want it to end.” His voice was strained and his words were fast, as if he were trying to squeeze them out before a timer went off and his window to tell you evaporated.

Keeping the pace up, you bent down to roll your tongue over his nipple before looking up at him. “Am I doing ‘fantasy me’ justice?”

Instead of using his words, Danny’s stomach clenched and he shot up, tightly grabbing your wrist and halting all movement as his face screwed up and he fought with his own body not to fuck into your hand again. “Yes! Yes, I– shit–shit, I was…that was close,” he said tightly, trying to reign himself in. 

You knew that, and you’d have taken him across the finish line if he hadn’t backtracked right at the last moment.

Once your hand was a safe distance away from him, Danny flopped back onto the pillows and blew out a shaky breath. “I don’t think I have enough imagination to think up a fantasy that could be better than having you here,” he said, taking your non-lubed up hand in his.

You snorted gently, blushing in the low light of the lamps, but still affectionately said, “You big cheeseball.”

Mesmerized with the way his stomach tensed and his chest heaved with his little chuckle, you put your mouth to his skin and hummed all the way up his throat, finally able to mark it up without him texting you that the makeup team harumphed at him again because of it. Danny quickly pulled your mouth to his, drinking from you desperately, and fumbled for your hand, wrapping his around when he found it, and brought both of you back to his cock, apparently already rearing to be touched once more. 

“Together this time,” he murmured against your lips. 

To you, there was no losing, no matter which way you did it. But this way, you still felt the warm, velvety skin of his dick in your hand along with his own firm palm guiding you up and down again all while trading wet, hot, open-mouthed kisses and listening to Danny’s breath hitch and catch. It was an interesting change – it faintly registered in your foggy mind that feeling Danny’s own pace and rhythm was a learning opportunity, but you were far too distracted to actually learn anything.

Even under his complementary grip, you had your free will to do anything you wanted, and you took advantage of that after a few minutes, tightening your grip and making his thighs contract unconsciously as you pulled at him for one rough stroke.

“God, baby,” he hissed between clenched teeth, brows pulled in and eyes shut tight at your rough handling of precious goods. “Oh fuck…fuck, Y/N, you gotta warn me next time.”

“Mm. I know you can take it, don’t lie to me,” you teased. You had an intimate knowledge of Danny’s kinks and limits, including that he liked it just a tad bit rough sometimes, and you highly suspected the only reason he was chastising you was because he didn’t want the game to be over quite yet.

He let out what was more of a wheeze as you kept pumping your hand up and down his cock, still steadily leaking as he got closer. You switched to a flat-handed rub that allowed your fingertips to trace and tickle the sensitive skin of his balls, and he was soon squirming and kicking, pushing shakily at your hand. “Stop! I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna– I’m…” his babble petered out into a low, tortured groan as you gave him reprieve from your touch, and he was left with nothing.

“Do you want to keep going?” you asked softly, wanting to check in on how he was feeling. He looked painfully hard right now, and you’d never seen his cock move so much on its own, jumping around on his stomach and leaving sticky trails of lube and precum that dotted the neat line of hair there. The rest of his body was rather shiny, as well, a light sheen of sweat reflecting dully in the lamplight and making him glow beautifully. 

This was hot – so hot – but the last thing you wanted to do was push him past his limits. Sadism wasn’t something you were particularly keen on, and the way his hand shook slightly as he groped for any part of your body that he could reach sure began to feel like it. You were hungry for his release – salivating over it now that it was being denied.

Danny finally caught your forearm, and stroked his thumb across it just to feel your skin under his. “Fuck, yes. This is the hottest thing and I’m not quite done with it yet,” he promised, both to you and himself. “Slowly now.” At his command, you returned your hand to his dick, but you only glided down his shaft once before he tensed and flinched away. “Wait–” You stopped in your tracks and shifted your eyes from your hand to his eyes, brows raised expectantly. He sluggishly blinked his own open and sheepishly huffed, “My bad, I…wasn’t as ready as I thought I was.”

His admission made you clench, mind wandering to what would have happened if you would have kept stroking him once, twice, three more times before you registered his time-out – the way his eyes would have scrunched shut, and his tongue would have peeked out from between his teeth, and his hips would have bucked, your name on his lips between each desperate, choked moan as he came, hot and viscous, across your hand and himself because he couldn’t stop it–

“Okay, I think I’m ready this time. Slow. Very slow.”

Realizing that you’d been staring blankly at his lips while you got ahead of yourself, Danny’s words shook you out of the daydream, returning you to the present where Danny was waiting for you to lavish him with attention again.

“Like this?” you asked demurely, teasingly dragging your fingertips up his shaft at a snail’s pace. Danny’s expression twitched, and you could feel a twitch from his dick that echoed it. “This slow enough? Light enough? Come on, Danny, tell me how you want it,” you implored, wanting him to lose it – you wanted him to grip your hand and keep it there as he fucked into your fist to completion, wanted him to bat it out of the way so that he could sloppily finish himself off, wanted him to beg you to bring him past his peak or take it forcefully.

Danny took a deep, grounding breath, and recollected himself despite your instigations, though, and met your heavy gaze with his own. How he was coherent at this point, you weren’t sure – had it been you in his situation, you were certain that you’d have been begging for release before this point, but…perhaps that was a hypothesis to be explored later.

“You want me to tell you? I thought you said you’d know,” he answered languidly, still fighting to retain his composure just as he was fighting to retain his pleasure. “But I can, if that’s what you want.” He hummed and wrapped his hand around the back of your neck, tugging you down for another deep kiss before lowly murmuring into your ear, “God knows you’ve entertained me enough tonight. Don’t move your hand until I tell you to, this time. You can have your power back after that, you megalomaniac.”

The tables had flipped so suddenly, but it didn’t stop you from wiggling down to place a quick kiss on his sternum, looking up at him from behind your lashes and saying, “You go on tour with the Kiszkas and come back a thesaurus, huh?”

Danny quirked his lips up lightly, but he wasn’t about to let the moment fade. “Worry about that later; wrap that pretty little fist around me now, Y/N. I can only take so much teasing.”

His double-entendre would have made you laugh if you weren’t busy doing what he said, wondering if he would really let you take over completely the next time. All you had to do was edge him once more, and then you might have a shot at your prize. “My apologies,” you murmured, “let me make it up to you.”

Danny settled back into the cushions and watched you wait. “Thank you,” he said, cheek present even under the thick layer of gritty lust and desire. “Now be a good girl and stroke me.” 

“Of course, rockstar.” You gave him one pump up to the tip of his cock, and then a twist back down, but that was all. Danny’s eyes fluttered closed.

“Stroke.”

Again, the same way. You saw his hips twitch and gave him another stroke without prompt, but he peeked his eyes open to glare at you, so you swallowed your smile and let your hand rest loose at his base. 

“Stroke.” This time, you revisited that proclivity for a bit of rough treatment, and squeezed a bit harder when your fist enclosed his tip, and he grunted as you backed off and went back down to sit and wait. “Again, Y/N– just like that...uh-huh.” 

His pleasure came out in a hiccup as you gave him another tight stroke and then squeezed lightly at his base, feeling his balls contract against your pinkie. 

“Stroke.” 

His voice was constricted, and you could tell he wanted more. It must have been hell, creeping along like he was and only getting one stroke at a time – it certainly made you reconsider whether sadism and masochism had a place in your bedroom if Danny really liked it this much. His face was scrunched up in pleasure and desperation as you gave him another stroke, and as you brought your hand back down his shaft, he bucked up into your grasp and stilled as another bead of precum appeared at his tip.

You thought that would be it, but apparently, Danny was looking to push his boundaries this time. “Stroke.”

Half-expecting him to erupt in your hand, you did as you were told, and Danny just about nearly whimpered at your touch .

“Stop,” he said, his voice not as strong this time and quivering slightly at the end. 

It wouldn’t be long now. Each time, his recovery period had been getting longer and the time your hand actually spent on his dick, shorter. He was approaching his orgasm faster and faster, as if his body was revolting against the treatment and attempting to overthrow his wishes, and you were confident that he would willingly go over the edge this time.

His heart was nearly beating out of his chest when you placed your palm to it a minute later, and you knocked your forehead against his, as sweaty as he was. “About done, or do you wanna take it further?” He swallowed harshly and hesitated, and your own heartbeat picked up in excitement. 

“Couple more.”

You kissed him and began dragging your body down his. “I’m gonna use my mouth this time. Do you think you can handle that, baby?”

Danny chased your lips and watched heavily as you settled between his legs, adoration shining in his gaze. “I can handle you. Give me your worst.”

With a smirk at his challenge, you gently pulled the skin of his balls between your lips, laving your tongue over the area before letting it pop out. You followed the move with a quick shot upwards, sucking your boyfriend’s cock down in one fell swoop.

Danny hissed above you, big hand coming to rest on the back of your head as you bobbed, fast and mercilessly. “Fuck me, I knew I shouldn’t have – ah– said that,” he grunted, gently taking your head between his palms in a silent request. You slowed to a stop, acquiescing to his desire, and he braced himself on the bed before gently fucking himself into your mouth, breathing heavily and letting a stream of curses and praises tumble from his mouth with every exhale.

“Goddamn, baby– you’re so, so good to me. Such a good girl for me and– ah…got the best fucking mouth I’ve ever had–” He twitched violently between your lips, so hard it engaged your gag reflex, and he quickly pulled you off of him.

Your eyes were still watering as you watched him clutch his spit-shined erection in his hand with a vice grip, trying to simulate a cock-ring to not allow himself to cum just yet – but he had to be close to breaking.

“Jesus Christ, Danny,” you panted, leaning over his groin to avoid hitting anything too volatile. You took his other hand and shoved it between your legs, pressing his fingers through the mess there without regard to how his body would react. He groaned shakily and tightened his grip on his cock even more, sinking two fingers into you since they were already there. “Your resolve is unreal.”

He looked at you with hooded, hazy eyes, distractedly glancing down to where he was drawing out explicitly wet noises from you. “Not anymore. Take me all the way, baby.”

Your chest swelled with euphoria with his permission and you kissed him, dragging your tongue across his for a second before pulling away. “I was starting to think that I was going to spontaneously finish before you would let yourself cum..”

“Yeah?” Danny asked, crooking his fingers inside of you to make sure you knew that if you were going to cum, it wouldn’t be spontaneous. “You need some lovin’ too, pretty baby, don’t ya?” He bit his lip and guided his hand with you when you straddled his legs so that they could remain tucking inside, not knowing what you were going to finish him off with. “What about this? Think you might wanna be next?” His words were lazy and he was leaving off parts of his sentences in favor of taking deep breaths.

Your teeth clamped together to hold back a rather embarrassing mewl as his thumb danced around your clit lightly, tickling it just enough to have your hips chasing after his touch but not enough to give you any real relief. It just pushed you higher, made you wetter, and gave you more reason to make Danny cum within an inch of his sanity now.

Gripping his wrist and pulling away from his torturous touch, you guided it up to his mouth where he slipped his two fingers between his lips. “Like it?” Danny gazed expectantly at you as he sucked harshly on your digits, making sure they were all clean when you pulled them away. “God, rockstar, I can’t believe we never tried this sooner.”

Danny’s cock twitched against his stomach, and you had to stop yourself from answering its call. Looking back to Danny’s face, he had his gaze fixated on you, eyelids fluttering yet trained on you still. “You or me?”

“Both,” you answered lowly. “I think you’d have fun torturing me like this.”

Danny closed his eyes and let out a breathy grunt, deep from the back of his throat. “Then that makes two of us.”

That, however, was a discussion for another night. Right now, you had a different mission, and you slid your hand down the expanse of his heaving chest and stomach, your thumb grazing the line of his oblique that led down to your prize before taking him lightly in hand and rubbing a thumb just underneath the head to watch him tense up and squirm. “How do you wanna cum, Danny? This is your night.”

He wasted no time in answering, having already known what he wanted. “I want you to choose. Surprise me.”

You bit your lip, mulling over the options you had at hand. Quite literally, since Danny had gingerly relinquished his cock to your mercy. You could watch him as you brought him to the edge with your hand but, this time, take him over. Or, you could pin his hips to the bed and tell him not to move this time while you tasted his relief. Maybe he’d appreciate being nestled between your lips, helping you grind on him like you were teenagers until he made a mess all over your belly and his.

You wanted to do it all. God, you wanted to, but the last remaining option was just too damn tempting with how your body wept to be filled. “It might be fun,” you murmured, mostly to yourself as you slid up into his lap and listened to Danny gasp as your wet cunt finally came into contact with his dick, “wouldn’t take much at all, actually, to line you up, slide you in nice and slow, snug and safe inside of me, if only for a second…”

“Y/N,” Danny bleated, his cock quickly becoming wetter with his precum, a sure sign of impending release. He never said anything else, though, and you wondered if he knew whether he was begging for release or begging you to not to make him cum just like this, sitting so close to your body, where he desperately wanted to take his relief.

“I could watch you fall apart like that,” you said, snapping your fingers as you gripped the base of his dick in your hand. Your pinky was able to reach down and stroke the side of his balls, and you swallowed heavily, another wave of arousal making you even wetter as you felt just how firm and heavy they were. 

He was so damn close, and holding the power was once again making you reconsider your thoughts on sadism of the pleasurable kind.

Just to heighten the anticipation, you lifted your leg over one of his and took your weight off of his hips, instead opting to press your core to the meat of his thigh and begin to ride it like you would his cock. Immediately, his hand found your hip, pushing and pulling in tandem to get you a better rhythm. “I could straddle you,” you whispered in his ear, finding pleasure in the friction to your clit. “Get you nice and wet, then warm you up. And you could cum inside me. Do you want to cum like that?”

Danny let out a broken moan. “Yes, Y/N, please. I can’t– my brain is barely functioning right now, I need to cum.”

Just talking about it made your pussy ache. Like a phantom with Danny’s cock had come up behind you, you could practically feel the stretch, the shared warmth between the two of you, the dull pressure of your walls attempting to close around him and keep him there forever.

You fished for his hand on your hip and led it down to where you were furiously getting off on your previous choice of skin and placed his fingers just where you needed them, using him to climb up to your own peak while holding Danny steady in your hand. You did want to cum together. But you were going to need a little bit of help to get as close as you knew he was.

“Atta girl,” Danny praised, voice shaky and soft, yet uncomplaining about his own denial. “Use me however you want to. Just– fuck, baby, just make me cum with you.”

“Close your eyes, then,” you huffed, becoming out of breath from the work you were putting in. After months away, physical sex was much more tiring than using your toys, but you and Danny were training hard to increase your stamina. Hard and often, these days.

He did as you asked, and right as you felt like everything balled up inside of you was going to explode, you made good on your words and threw your other leg over him, not giving any warning before you sank down on him and continued your ride with just as much intensity, pace unfaltering even as he cried out in surprise and fucked up into you. 

Danny’s eyes flew open, and you whined pitifully as his body took over at the sudden constriction of heat and wetness, bruising your hips in his grip and using his planted feet to crush your hips together each time you came down. 

“Oh god, oh god, oh god– fuck!” he yelled, head thrown back into the pillows as his back arched and he held you down with all of the strength left in his body, making sure you wouldn’t get away as he pumped himself once more into you. 

You felt it all – the warmth flooding into your body, each burst seeming like it would never end; you’d be just as happy watching Danny’s face contort as it was forever, but your own orgasm took precedence over keeping your eyes open enough to see the show. “Danny, Danny–” His name was cut off by mewls and yips and a case of the shakes that slapped your thighs against his as your muscles contracted and milked Danny for all he was worth.

When all was said and done, and you were still poised on locked elbows looming over Danny as he soothingly ran his hands over the curves of your hips and waist and belly as you both caught your breath in relative silence, breathing soft nothings into the space between you.

“I love you.”

“So good to me.”

“You’re incredible.”

“I’m so glad you’re home so that we could do that in person,” you whispered into his neck, having finally lowered yourself for more skin contact.

Danny tightened his arms, wrapped and tangled like tentacles around you. “I’m glad that I am, too,” he whispered back into your hair. “It’s my favorite place to be. Right here.”

You giggled. “Inside of me?”

His lips curved up against your temple and one of his hands reached down to grope your ass, unintentionally pushing you against him where he was still buried. “I mean…that too. Let me be romantic, will you?”

Sighing contentedly, you brought your hand up to the back of his head, gently rubbing a spot at the base of his skull that you knew made him purr like a kitten. You just wanted your hands on him, keeping him within your reach now that you could have him there. 

“Alright, alright.” Knowing that he needed it too, you shifted to allow your hand to join your other at the back of his head, gazing lovingly down at him. He had hooded eyes, belying his sleepiness, but it didn’t stop him from smiling up at you softly, humming when you gave him an eskimo kiss before resting your forehead against his. “You’re my favorite place, too, you know,” you said, just in case he needed to be reminded again. “And I’m really, really, glad that you’re home.”

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The next leg of the mighty Starcatcher World Tour has begun. Another month of endless traveling, soundchecks, interviews and shows. You loved the lifestyle you had adjusted too after agreeing to be Josh’s girlfriend 3 years ago. You knew what you were signing up for, and you never looked back. As long as you were beside him that’s all that mattered.

Josh showed you what it was like to love and be loved. He was the embodiment of love within itself. When you first met him you had only been newly single for a few months after a bad breakup. But when the two of you met one night at a small venue show, you hit it off immediately. Hangouts turned into dates, dates turned into nights tangled in each other's sheets. Then not too long after Josh was asking you to move in with him.

Josh had been thrilled when you agreed to move in, and said he was lonely in the mountains. And to say it wasn’t a dream to live in the mountains with the person you love most. You constantly thought your life was a dream and you constantly would pinch yourself for your own reassurance.

But when Josh had asked you to quit your day job and come on tour with him, you were absolutely hesitant. You had never left home, let alone left the country! But he was adamant that you came along as he would miss you too much, and how there was so much to see out in the world. And he wasn’t wrong.

In the span of 6 months you had seen more of the world than you had in the span of your own lifetime.

When you were on tour you had started to help out with the guys to get ready for their shows. Adjusting their outfits, fixing up Josh’s and Danny’s rhinestones. Even helping Jake adjust the sleeves to his suit jacket. Dreams In Gold was chaotic and thrilling. But when the guys were ready to announce Starcatcher, Josh had started to get more creative with his rhinestones and makeup for the shows.

When Starcatcher had finally been given to the world, the very first show Josh had you there applying his makeup and rhinestones. He was so nervous to be up on stage, as he always did get nervous before shows. But because a new era had begun and he was unsure if the fans would react well to it.

Jake had started to experience more with eyeliner for his stage presence. Whereas Josh, Danny and Sam wore eyeshadow and rhinestones for their presence.

Josh had been contemplating wearing eyeliner, but wasn’t sure he would look right with it. But Josh looked good no matter what, you were positive that if he came out covered in grease and dirt he’d still be the most attractive man you ever laid your eyes on.

“Do you think the eyeliner will look okay…” He paced around the dressing room.

“Josh, baby… You look absolutely stunning with the eyeshadow and rhinestones. Why would you think the eyeliner won’t look good?” You pulled out the waterline eyeliner out of the makeup bag.

“Will it be too much?” He kept pacing around. You stood up from where you were sitting, walking over to Josh you stopped him in his tracks kissing his lips softly.

He relaxed in your touch, kissing you back softly. Pulling away slowly, you cupped his face in your hands staring into his eyes.

“You worry too much… and besides if I remember correctly. Didn’t you say ‘Fuck fear’?” You giggled softly, pulling him over to sit back in the chair across form the one you sat in not too long ago.

“I did, didn’t I…”

You nodded, grabbing the eyeliner pencil and removing the cap. You grabbed his face gently, careful to not ruin the work you had finished a couple minutes ago.

“Now, just relax Joshy. It will take two minutes and then you can look in the mirror and see for yourself how good you look.” You kissed the tip of his nose, earning a grin and rosy tinted cheeks from him.

You held his face gently, using the eyeliner pencil to apply the black makeup to his waterline gently. He handled it like a pro, but he had let you experience a ton of makeup looks on him. He was such a good model for you.

After the two minutes of applying it to both eyes, you pulled away smiling contently at the final look. You grabbed the mirror and handed it to him.

“All done…”

He grabbed the mirror turning it to face him, he looked in amazement. The pop that the eyeliner did for his beautiful brown honey eyes and the way the liner complimented the silver eyeshadow. He was in shock.

“Wow… mama. You are god sent.” He chuckled softly, checking himself out in the mirror before setting it down. He pulled you into his lap.

“You are my beautiful boy…” You giggled softly cupping his face into your hands kissing him softly. He hummed against your lips, pulling your hips down and grinding into you.

You gasped slightly as you could feel him hardening beneath you.

“Joshua, we don’t have enough time…” You giggled softly as he peppered kisses along your neck.

“Mama… we have plenty of time.” He started to grab your ass, rubbing it softly before giving it a swift crack that made you yelp, but soothing it afterwards.

“No we don’t! The last time we got tangled up in the dressing room you were late to the stage for the curtain drop!” You smacked his shoulder softly.

“Yeah… Daniel will never let me live that down.” He chuckled softly.

“However… if you’re a good boy tonight. Perhaps afterwards you get rewarded.” You said in a sultry tone against the shell of his ear, licking and nibbling softly. Eliciting a moan from his lips to fall.

“You are going to be the death of me woman…” He chuckled softly.

You giggled standing up from his lap, as he started to readjust his new jumpsuit. A velvet silver jumpsuit that adorned his body well. And the jacket sitting on the hanger he pulled off that had been very similar to Jake’s.

“You look absolutely beautiful…” You blushed, helping him adjust his suit.

“Well with your help of course.” He kissed your cheek softly, before grabbing your ass again.

He started to whisper in your ear, “Just don’t forget who is in charge here though…” He said in a low register tone voice, which sent heat to your core. You were sure your panties were ruined by the arousal that pooled there.

“Good luck baby…” You tapped his ass softly, as you ushered him out to get mic'd up.

“I will see you back in the hotel room tonight, mama…” He smirked softly before getting mic’d up and hitting the stage.

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“You know I … somewhat support you being on good terms with Jake, but what on earth are you two doing that you couldn’t come home for two nights?” Josh asks, shimmying his white satin pants on as you lounge on his dressing room couch. He turns around to face you, buttoning the pants. “Because it’s … not sex?”

You laugh at his confused face. “No, not sex. But also, have you seen where he’s staying? Fuck ass-”

“It’s a fucking barn.” Josh answers, looking bewildered.

“Yeah, exactly. Tiny as shit.”

“You’re ignoring my question.” You can hear his unspoken “bitch” as he continues getting ready. “Are you okay over there?”

You shrug, both hands on your belly. You spent another night with Jake, wrapped in his arms with his little snores in your face. You spent an incredible amount of time just tracing his nose, his eyebrows, his cheeks, those divots under his eyes. He slept through it, his warm body melted into yours, so relaxed. So safe. Still no kisses, still no relief from your aching need, but being back with him … your brain quieted down for a moment.

Today was their first Nashville show, the first of the tour, and you met Josh at the stadium a few hours after Jake got there, wanting to spend time with him before he too left for a while.

You didn’t want to face how anxious you were about being alone.

“Just talking.” You replied, eyes on the ceiling.

Josh makes a noise of disbelief. “Is he behaving himself?”

Your mind wanders back to the bottles in his sink that first time you went to his little Airbnb. You never did get an answer on those and you tried not to think about it.

“He is.”

“Is he?” Josh pushes, his eyes shut as his sequins are applied. “Because you cannot imagine the fury I still hold for that fuck.”

You chuckle, nodding. “Yes. He’s quite the gentleman when he’s sober.”

Josh’s lips pinch into a line, a hum of noncommitment. “I’ll keep an eye on him.”

“Thank you.” You breathe out, suddenly aware of the belly under your hands. Josh seems to be too, peeking one eye open and looking over at you with a smile. He’s careful not to get stabbed with tweezers.

“You’re beautiful, Y/N.” He goes back to eyes closed, focused on makeup application that he has no hand in. “Just like I thought you would be.”

You scoff, waving him away. You arrived with your hair done, but in sweatpants and a shirt from their merch. You knew you would change later and didn’t want to be so early and in uncomfortable clothes. It was also nice that your loose outfit hid enough for people to look at you questioningly but not know with absolute certainty if you were pregnant. Many of their tech and road team knew you, but you didn’t need the attention of the new folks.

“I feel shitty.” You reply, sighing as you sit up. “Lookin’ pretty shit too. But thank you.”

“Fuck off.” He groans, flipping you off. “Dickhead. I’m not entertaining your bullshit today. I’m the star.”

You laugh, glossing over his intent and focusing on his humor. “You sure about that? Jake seemed pretty intent on being the star tonight.”

“He can try all he wants but I’m the prettiest one on that fuckin’ stage. Rackin’ bitches, babe. He can’t touch this.” He flips his hand dramatically, giving a kind smile to the woman who finishes his makeup. He spins toward you, leaning back against a table with all his stuff on it. “Will you be backstage? Or what are you doing?”

You nod, standing. “Yes, yeah. Whatever ‘backstage’ is for your stage.”

“Oh that’s right, you didn’t go to much of the last tour.” Josh hums. “Well, a lot has changed. Including you.” He gestures toward you. “Don’t you hate being back there? I distinctly remember you refusing anything but side stage.”

You purse your lips, ready for how stupid you’re about to sound. “Jake asked me to be backstage.”

“Why?” Josh’s reply is immediate.

“I don’t know.”

“Bullshit.”

“Agreed.”

“No, you’re bullshit.”

“Rude.”

He just stares at you, waiting for another answer.

You roll your eyes. “He said he wanted to know where I was.”

“He can do that when you’re side stage.” His eyebrow quirks up.

“And maybe he said he wanted to see me closer, I don’t know.” You mumble, looking away.

“Speak up.” He chastises, going to slip on his shoes.

“No.”

“Tell me what you’re getting at or I’ll make your baby call me something fucking stupid.”

You throw your head back in laughter at this, earning a smirk from him.

“I don’t know!” You throw your hands up in defeat. “I just know I wanted to be here.”

“For him.” Josh amends.

You shrug wildly. “Maybe!”

“Mhmm.” Josh hums through pursed lips, flicking you away with his hand. “Go find him. I have to finish warming up.”

Before you go, you come up behind him and pull him into a hug. He chuckles, turning so he can hold you too. You bury your face in his neck and he sways as you squeeze your arms around his torso.

“It’s nice to see you like this, Y/N.” Josh mutters into your hair.

You can feel tears welling up behind your eyes somehow and you groan, pushing him away. “Whatever. Fuck off.”

He bids you goodbye and you set off down the hall to find Jake’s room. It’s not hard to find given it’s the only one with a closed door and no one lingering in the doorway. Sam and Danny embrace their fratty selves and party as they get ready for shows. Jake, from your limited experience, needs complete solitude.

You creep up to his door and knock quietly. He yells a muffled “c’m’in” and you open the heavy thing slowly, not wanting to interrupt his process. You catch him adjusting his suit by the lapels, watching himself in the mirror. Three cans of beer sit on his vanity, untouched. You step in so he can see you, his eyes finding you in the mirror immediately.

“Hi,” You wave sheepishly, ears pinking with embarrassment for the flood of emotions you feel when you see him. Contentment. Home.

Jake rushes over and wraps you into a hug so fierce you both spin on the spot from the force. You quickly wrap your arms around him too, some sort of juvenile safety filling the room on contact, a sigh leaving Jake, his arm crawling up to wrap around your head and pull you even closer.

“I missed you.” Jake breathes, mumbled into your hair.

“I saw you this morning.” You laugh quietly, bunching the back of his suit in your hands. Closer closer closer.

“I know.” He replies, bending down to lift you so your legs wrap around his waist. He meets your shriek with a smile as he sets you on his vanity, the light behind you making him look so angelic. He smiles at you for just a moment before he hugs you again. It’s vulnerable, the way he holds you. He’s under no impression that he’s giving you something - he’s asking for that something. The way he melts into you is reminiscent of how he felt last night, and you wrap your arms around his neck and let him lean against you as he pulls you closer by your waist. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” You admit, carding a hand through his hair. Now you have to stop yourself from crying, thinking about him leaving after his show tomorrow.

“I can’t do it.” Jake mutters, a shuddering breath racking his ribs. “I can’t.”

You move so he’s looking at you, his lips downturned against his will, a crease between his brows. “Do what?”

He fights the shaking of his voice, one hand leaving your waist to cradle your belly. He just watches his hand for a moment, thumb swiping soothing semi-circles over your clothed skin. “I can’t go out there. I’m not ready. I don’t know why I thought I could handle this.”

Now it’s your turn to pull him closer by his waist until he’s comfortably between your legs. It’s an honor that he’s showing you this … but you feel like you can truly do fuck all to help him. And you feel helpless. “No one is more capable of this than you are, Jake.”

He shakes his head, sighing heavily as his forehead comes down to your shoulder. “I’m not ready.”

“You are.” You state, brushing his hair from his cheeks where it’s fallen. He groans and you smile, wrapping your legs around him so he’s even closer. He can’t ever be close enough. Wrapped in your embrace, both of his hands find your belly. Just like last night. “You were born for this. There’s simply no other option than greatness to flow from you.”

Jake chuckles, somewhat self-deprecating. “I promised too much.”

“Impossible.”

“Can we just go home?” He asks, voice small. “I don’t want to be here.”

“Yes you do.” You correct, pinching his hip and earning another chuckle as he winces away.

“We could go to the hotel now.” He offers in a sing-song voice, straightening and resting his forehead on yours. You move his hair again, his eyes flickering to your lips. “Just us. Leave those fuckers to figure this out alone.”

You laugh softly, tightening your thighs on the plush give of his waist. One of his hands falls to your thigh, holding you there. “How is a hotel more exciting than seeing you perform?”

He quirks a brow, a hesitant smile gracing his beautiful face. “You find me exciting?”

You shake your head, mouthing “no” and making him smile bigger. Softer.

“You’re more exciting.” He continues. “Please.”

“Jacob.” You say, tone chastising. “I’m not going to the hotel with you right now. You have thousands of people who could not be more excited to see you.”

“But I only want to see you.” He whines, kissing under both of your eyes. His voice drops to a whisper when he continues. “And I want to see you tonight.”

“You will.” You reply, puzzled. “I said I’d stay with you.”

“No.” He corrects, his hands moving to your ass and sliding you close. You can’t help your sigh at the closeness of his pelvis and yours. You’re never not horny around him. Jake smirks, placing another kiss to your jaw. “I had certain plans in mind.”

“Huh?” You ask, a hand coming to the back of his neck. “Like what?”

“Mmm,” He hums, fake thought, nipping your chin. “Like putting that big ass bed to good use.”

“Oh.” You note, eyes going wide, your insides suddenly and completely melting. “Like- … like-“

His lips brush over yours as he finishes your thought. “Like I need to fuck you. If you’ll have me.”

Your breath is immediately ragged, the abstinence catching up with you. “How so?”

Jake chuckles, a kiss on the corner of your lips that you keep yourself from chasing. “You get whatever you want, honey girl. It’s up to you.”

You can’t help the groan that rolls from you. “Really? Are you sure?”

“Oh I love how desperate you sound right now.” Jake whispers and you feel him harden between your legs. “I’m very sure.”

“Oh.” You breathe, feeling like your world is slowly dwindling down to you and him and this embrace and nothing else. “Are you sure you don’t want to right now?”

“I’m very sure.” He kisses the other corner of your lips and you sigh. “You deserve better than that.”

You groan, chasing his lips again as he pulls away. This time, instead of retreating, Jake’s mind changes in an instant and he leans back in and kisses you. Soft. Welcoming. His clammy hands on your cheeks. The controlled force of the rush back to you has you leaning back on your hands to accept him closer, closer, closer.

The sigh that leaves you both is a breath you’ve been holding for months.

You could cry from relief, finally tasting his sweet mouth again on yours. While his kiss is close-lipped, patient, you quickly lean back up and grab his face, pulling him closer as an invitation to go deeper. He pulls away just enough for you to bite his lower lip and tug. It’s obvious he’s trying to control himself when he comes back, his tongue lathing over your lower lip and pulling a sigh from you.

“I missed this so much.” You whisper against his lips. “I missed you.”

“I could tell.” Jake smirks, a lazy smile on his face. He pecks your lips. “I missed you.”

“Shut up.” You mumble when he’s back against you, your smiling lips just barely pressed together. He’s so pretty when he smiles, like it’s a secret he’s found you worthy of keeping for him.

He grabs your thighs and hikes them up to his waist so he can lean forward into you, a hand combing through your hair with his thumb brushing your cheek. “Maybe you come on stage with me.”

You laugh breathily, pulling him against you for a slow, luxurious kiss. He hums against him, his free hand coming down to the vanity beside your hip to hold himself up. Your hand falls beside his to do the same. You would give anything for this show to be over so he you could show him how you feel.

“They do not want to see me, mister rockstar.” You run your other hand through his hair and silently ask for another one of those. His languid, intoxicating kiss. The way his lips slot between yours and you can taste his minty breath, so sweet and cool. He’s so warm.

“I do. I want to see you all the time.” He mutters, granting you your request.

You can’t get enough of him. What was erotic a second ago has turned into you absolutely melting into his touch, feeling warm and safe and protected and yes, turned on but it was impossible not to be around Jake.

You shake your head, pulling back so the movement has your kiss-swollen lips brushing against his. “You have more important things to do. I’ll still be here.”

He groans, just shy of panting, forehead returning to your shoulder as you laugh into his hair and run your hand over the back of his neck. “I don’t want you to be somewhere I’m not, Y/N. I want you this close all the time.”

There’s something on the tip of his tongue. The same thing on yours.

You lean back up and hop off the vanity. He grunts in disapproval and sets you back on it. “I have to get dressed.” You laugh. “I won’t be-“

“There’s nothing out there that’s more important than you.” Jake states, eyebrows narrowed like he’s suddenly upset.

You freeze, hand on his bicep. “I just need to get dressed, Jake.”

“But then that means I have to go get ready and then I have to leave you for two hours.” He states, both hands beside your thighs on the table.

You nod, still confused. “But I’ll be backstage the whole time.”

“Where I can see you?”

“Yes, Jake.” You smile, the worry in his face amusing you somehow. “Right between the curtains where you can see me. I promise.”

He nods, a hand softly brushing over your cheek before he leans back in, another sweet kiss that sends tingles all the way down to your toes. You wonder for a second if the way your heart is racing is bad for the baby. Jake is just so … addictive.

Your chin tilts forward when he finally pulls away, seeking him again. Always. He kisses both cheeks, your nose, and your forehead before he sinks to his knees with both hands on your belly. Without thinking much, you lift your shirt just a touch so his warm hands can touch your skin. As usual, the touch is sedating on contact.

He looks up at you appreciatively, his eyes soft and warm, before he kisses just above your naval. Slow, his lips lingering, the tip of his nose resting on your skin. There’s no fear or discomfort, just pure adoration for what he knows is his. And you want to be part of that.

Jake wraps his arms around you so they link behind your back, pulling you to the edge of the vanity. He rests his cheek on your bump and looks up at you through his lashes.

“You’ll be here?” He asks, voice low.

Don’t leave, his eyes say.

You nod, brushing the hair from his face again. “If you want me.”

Want me, want me, want me.

“Please.” He looks away just long enough to kiss your belly again. “And I can meet you in our room right after? I promise I’ll be so fast.”

“Are you horny?” You ask, laughing. “What has gotten into you to make you so desperate?”

“Uuuuuh,” He starts, almost comedic, then rolls his eyes. “Yeah, you’re gonna make good on your promise to suck my dick, remember?”

He jokes like this even while he kiss, kiss, kisses your belly, hands coming back to embrace it.

“Oh trust me, Jake. I remember.” You croon, tugging on his roots to let him know how you feel. “I’d do it right now if you’d have me.”

He sighs dramatically, standing up as you pull your shirt back down. He adjusts his outfit in the mirror behind you, flicking his hair into place. “I wasted too much time kissing you. We’ll have to save the dick sucking for later.”

You scoff dramatically back before pulling him back in by the wrist, tilting his chin up with your thumb so you can kiss his throat. “You’ll be fine.”

“And you two will be fine?” He asks, sighing into your embrace. “Fuck, you smell nice.”

You laugh. “Yes, baby and I will be fine.”

His eyes glimmer when he pulls back. “Baby,” He whispers in that song-song voice again, kissing your forehead once more before rushing himself out the door with a promise to see you soon.

When the heavy door clicks shut, you hop off the vanity again and get to changing. It’s somewhat difficult to ignore that the speed at which you do so is because of a fluttering in your chest that begins the minute Jake leaves - one that urges you to run after him and ask him to stay. Every time. Shut the fuck up.

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You stood back in the hall while the opener performed, chatting with some of the Greta crew and fiddling with your earplugs while the boys finished their last-minute warming-up. You always felt like a weird and unfit spectacle whenever you were in public with Josh and you had no desire to do that to yourself for longer than you had to - especially guaranteeing that the people out there were fans and not just strangers seeing you with beautiful and capable men.

But the moment the band flooded into the hall, your eyes found Jake’s and his yours. He’s fiddling with his earpiece and you can’t help but shake your hands in excitement as he runs toward you, again falling into you with such force in his embrace that you spin. You can’t help but laugh as he kisses you in a chaotic, pre-show nerves way where he only hits the mark of your lips about 60% of the time with each kiss he hums through. You’re left a mess in the wake of his whirlwind, still laughing as he runs backward into the stadium, blowing kisses his whole way.

Josh comes second, only able to spare you a confused and slightly alarmed look as he grabs a mic from a tech guy and blows you one kiss before he runs after Jake. Sam and Danny disappear further down to get to their spots and you follow the directions of one of said tech guy to follow him to side stage. You do, guided only by his dark mass and the flashlight he shines on the ground, making your way to where Jake’s case rests open - “vaginatarian” sticker, picture of Black Beard, weird 3D printed toy and all.

That sticker is definitely true. You could silently confirm that much.

You step back to where your guide yells over the boom of the crowd that Jake wants you to stand and shift uncomfortably between your boot-clad feet as you wait for things to begin. It’s hard to deny, especially when you deeply care about two people in the band, that the energy in the arena has the same potency as a horse tranquilizer.

Mmm. Ketamine.

Sometimes you wish you could drink while pregnant. You know, when you’ve needed it most.

You clear your throat and step back just as the band finds their places on stage behind the curtain. Jake leans back so he can see you through a crack and he blows you a kiss, which you mime catching and holding against your heart. He smiles brightly and winks, getting into position just as the curtain falls away.

Showtime.

You hadn’t seen them perform in so long, the excitement was nearly intoxicating. You found yourself singing along as Josh belted and Jake played - the other two were probably also good but you did not notice. In moments of Jake’s solos, your hands were clasped together and the biggest smile overtook your face, just watching him in his element, that beautiful cape flowing behind him.

Every time Josh ran by you for an outfit change, he signs I love you with a big smile as you cheer him on loudly. The on-stage banter is lively, the crowd is electric, and your eyes can only keep finding Jake. It’s hard to deny how erotic he is on that stage - the one he absolutely was prepared for. He delivered on every promise you’re sure he made and then some, lighting up the arena with the most beautiful talent and skill you’ve ever witnessed. It’s hard to imagine how you haven’t noticed the complexity of his beauty when he performs until now.

Jake is … all. The earth and moon and sun and stars. The very reason your heart beats and the co-creator of the heartbeat in your belly. His presence was peace. Safety. A hard-won lover. You wanted him. You wanted him to stick around.

The whole thing goes by in a blur and suddenly Jake’s mid-concert solo has begun. Electric. That’s all it can be described as. He is magic, his fingers seemingly performing witchcraft on that guitar and you can’t help but cheer and holler from your position.

His eyes find yours for a long-enough moment and butterflies come to life in your belly. Your hands find your bump and you give him the biggest smile you can muster, which he returns, the pinch of his cheeks squeezing his eyes shut for a second.

Butterflies. Just butterflies. But you can feel them.

Baby.

Baby kicks.

“Jake!” You yell in surprise even though he definitely can’t hear you. You run much closer to the steps that lead to the stage than you’re meant to but it doesn’t matter because Jake is climbing down them as Danny’s solo begins.

He’s not entirely focused on you since he has to rush to B stage, but you grab his hand and inherently his attention. Without hesitation, he pulls you in for a kiss that lingers probably a lot longer than it should for times sake and your brain goes cloudy for a second before you remember.

You whip back and put his hand on your belly, right where the baby was kicking. Not butterflies - baby kicks.

He looks confused for a second, wiping sweat from his brow with his free hand and freezing when he feels it. His eyes shoot up to yours and you scream in joy, knowing it will be drowned out by Danny and the crowd.

“Are those- is that-“ He stammers, yelling enough for you to hear him.

You hop excitedly from foot to foot. “Baby kicks!”

The joy shared between the two of you as you shriek in laughter and he spins you around in a big hug is unlike anything you’ve experienced before. When he sets you down, his hands return to your belly, the exact spot you put his hand. Awe fills his eyes as his baby kicks inside you, feeling just like the butterflies he’s made you feel a hundred times before. His eyes fill with tears but his face remains one of pure joy and shock, not believing what he’s feeling.

“The first time?” He shouts, laughing incredulously.

“They heard you!” You yell back. “They heard you and they loved it!”

Jake’s chin ducks for a second as he tries to compose himself. When he looks back at you, he pulls you in for another kiss. Then a kiss to your cheeks and nose. He whispers something that you can’t make out, his lips pressed to your forehead.

“What?” You yell, gesturing to your ear to let him know he has to speak up.

He pulls back and smiles, eyebrows knit together. “I said I love you, Y/N!”

He’s pulled away from you by a security guard to get him down to the other stage and you’re left standing there, jaw slack, doing every mental equation to get to a place where he meant something else. There’s just no way. He couldn’t. He didn’t mean it.

Blood rushes through your ears and creates an eerie silence. You’re standing right where he left you as he blows a kiss over his shoulder and he’s ushered away.

I love you, Y/N.

I love you, Y/N.

I love you, Y/N.

I love you too, Jake.

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It’s part 1 because it was already 4k and barely half done so TADAAA ENJOY!!!!

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As you wiped the sleep from the corners of your eyes, your ears grew accustomed to the sounds around you. You heard the hum of the fan oscillating over in the corner of your bedroom, feeling the cool air that it was projecting as it brushed against your face. You heard the pattering of water against the floor of the shower, and you could see the steam from it wafting through the space under the closed door of the bathroom. Just then, a sound broke through the quiet droning of your surroundings.

His voice.

It was light at first; it sounded soft and sweet, like the falling of rain while the sun is shining or the tinkling of chimes in the warmest breeze.

“Loooonely rivers siiigh, ‘wait for me, wait for me.’”

He paused, and you could hear the water hitting the floor again.

“Hmmm mmm coming hooome, wait for meeeee.”

His voice grew louder, belting from his stomach like no one could stand a chance of hearing. The sound was clean and crisp and made your heart pull tight in your chest while pulling the air from your lungs at the same time.

“Woooooahhhhh,

myy-yy-yyyy lo-ooovvveee,

myyy da-aarllinn’,

I’ve hunnn-gered, hun-ger-eh-ered, for your tou-ou-ouchhh,

A longgg, lonely time–,”

It was then that the door creaked as you tried so very gently to open it. You cursed yourself at the sound and softly padded across the threshold. You saw a loosely figured silhouette move behind the shower curtain, and you watched as his fingers snuck out from behind it, curling around the edge, before pulling it slightly down the rod, just enough for his head to poke through. His face emerged with a silly grin and his hair completely lathered with shampoo. He looked you over more than once before he asked, in a playfully dramatic voice, “Did you come for the show?”

“I did,” you said, grinning from ear to ear.

It made your heart swell when he was lighthearted, and he was, the majority of the time. Every once in a long while, he would express an insecurity or a worry that made him self-conscious, and you always did your best to soothe his anxieties. You absolutely adored the little light in his eyes and his brilliant smile, and it truly shattered your heart to ever see him anything less than euphoric.

His heart warmed you like a kiss from the sun, and all you wanted was to be his moon, reflecting his light back to him and out for the world to see.

You watched him scoop a handful of lather from his head and blow it at you like a kiss. It fell densely through the air and landed on the tile floor without a sound. You smiled at him and let out a small giggle, and he immediately returned it to you.

“You know,” he started, his brown eyes glinting at you, “you could join the show. If you wanted to.” He dramatically wiggled his eyebrows at you as he failed to fight off another grin.

“I’d love that,” you spoke in a tone hardly above a whisper, “but there’s only one problem.”

“What’s that?”

“I can’t sing,” you said with an almost imperceptible shake of your head. Your eyes stayed trained on him as he thought, processing your so-called “problem.”

He huffed a bit air from his nose, chuckling at himself. “I can make you sing, mama. Maybe not like The Righteous Brothers, but either way.” He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth and smiled a cocky smile.

Your body immediately felt as if it were burning from the inside out. Your eyes widened and your cheeks got hot. His smile never wavered as he let you squirm under his gaze. All of the silliness had melted away, leaving you with an aching between your legs for him.

You removed your clothes while he rinsed the shampoo out of his hair, and you gingerly stepped into the shower. His back was to you as he faced the water, and you let your eyes wander over his naked body in front of you. You took special notice of the muscles in his legs and back as he ran his hands through his wet curls. You watched small streams of water flow down his back and over the prominent curves of his ass before they hit the floor of the shower.

Once he had finished with his hair, the two of you changed places, and you started to rinse your hair. You took your turn to face the water and he took his turn to look over you. It wasn’t long before you felt his hands running over your hair, working the water into it, the tips of his fingers softly massaging your scalp. You tilted you head back, embracing the feeling of his fingertips and letting the warm water hit your chest.

He moved his chin to sit on your shoulder while his hands traveled to your heat. He slipped his middle and ring fingers through your folds before making light circles around your clit. Your chest heaved as you huffed air in and out of your nose, tilting your head back and feeling a whine escape from your throat. You arched your back, pressing your ass into his hardening cock, and he responded by slipping his fingers into your entrance and curling them immediately.

He set a quick pace, his fingers sliding in and out of your heat with more ease than usual. You assumed the copious amounts of water from the shower had a big hand in this, because it certainly had a big hand in the sounds that came from between your legs that echoed throughout the bathroom. Right as your whimpers became essentially continuous, you felt him remove his fingers from deep within you and take them into his mouth. You turned to look at him, and he was moving toward the back wall, his fingers still between his lips.

After you’d shampooed and rinsed your hair again, you turned to Josh to find him already looking at you. Sitting on the small bench in the corner of the dimly lit shower, the shadows of his face were dark, making the structure of his jaw look much more pronounced than usual. His eyes also looked darker; more lustful, causing another budding warmth to spread between your legs.

You watched as he extended his arms out toward you, making repeated grabbing motions with his hands. You giggled before walking over to him and standing in the space between his knees.

“You look so gorgeous, mama. So pretty when you’re wet like this for me,” he said, a grin spreading across his face at his own innuendo.

You snickered. “Shut up,” you managed, mid-chuckle.

“I can’t. You’re too good,” he murmured, pulling you into his lap to straddle him, so close that the tip of his cock rested on your lower belly. You let the smallest moan spill from your lips at the feeling, and his eyes flicked up to yours, his irises impossibly darker than they had been just a moment before. You rolled your hips into him, and he cracked another smile.

“God, Josh. Please.”

His lips planted a long, open-mouthed kiss between your breasts, and your fingers tangled themselves in his drying curls. He hummed against your sternum, making your entire chest vibrate and fill with warmth. You felt your nipples harden as his hands roamed over your spine.

“My sweet baby. So polite,” he said, his lips touching your skin as he spoke. He changed his focus to your breasts as he took one of your nipples into his mouth and sucked it, while his hand cupped you from underneath, gently squeezing the swell in time with the laps of his tongue.

You ground your hips into him harder now, begging him for his cock with more than just your words. He moved to your other breast to repeat his ministrations before giving in to your pleading and lifting your hips. He teased your clit with his tip, making your legs twinge before he slipped into your entrance. You gradually lowered your hips until you’d taken him in his entirety, and you felt yourself relax as you settled against him.

“Oh fuck, Josh,” you breathed, “So fucking deep.”

He moaned at your words, his eyebrows scrunched as he looked at you. “Feels so fucking good like this,” he strained, “Fast and deep this round, yeah?”

You took your turn to moan at him. “Mmm please,” you breathed.

“Haven’t even moved and you’re still begging. This is gonna be messy, he chuckled, “and really fucking loud.”

“Shit–,” you started, but you were interrupted by the feeling of your hips being lifted and dropped, quickly shoving his cock inside you as far as it could possibly go. You let out a squeal and he grunted, his hands finding residence over the curve of your ass, helping to guide you as you bounced in his lap. Eventually, he let you take over your movements, opting to wrap his arms all the way around your back and bury his face in your neck.

You moved quickly, but still made long strokes, almost ridding yourself of his cock entirely each time you raised your hips. In a matter of less than a second, you found yourself rising yet again. You dropped your hips with such force that the sound of your soaked skin meeting his each time you came down quickly became more ominous than the droning sound of the water from the shower hitting nothing but the floor.

As you perfected your rhythm, you felt his breathing change, and you knew that he was close. You noticed that he would hold his breath for a few moments, straining, trying to hold off his climax just a bit longer, and then he would take rapid, short breaths and then repeat with various moans and grunts mixed in.

His head separated from your neck, and you watched it tilt back, his face absolutely twisted and flushed a deep red. His eyes were screwed shut, and if you hadn’t known any better, you would have been afraid that you were hurting him. However, his cock throbbing in your pussy served as reassurance. You strained every muscle in your legs to move faster than you had before, and you felt the intensity of his impending orgasm rise to the absolute brink. He was fighting with absolutely everything he had not to let go, and still, you pushed him. You felt yourself rise again, but this time, in the midst of all of his moaning and the squelching sounds of your pussy sliding around all over his cock, you misjudged your placement, and he slipped from your entrance as you lowered yourself, his tip slipping up and out of your folds, his shaft pressed hard against your clit.

A guttural moan ripped from his chest as he released a breath he’d been holding. He gasped and moaned, trying desperately to catch his breath and process the sudden feeling of his cock not being swallowed by your heat. His hands gripped you harder than they had the entire time as he attempted to regain his composure.

His eyes found yours and he watched you half-lidded as you tried to regulate your breath. You could feel his heart hammering in his chest while he throbbed against your clit.

“Fuck, I’m sor–,”

He interrupted your breathy apology by crashing his lips into yours in a needy, feverish kiss. He licked and sucked at you bottom lip while he rocked his hips into you, sliding your clit along the shaft of his cock. You cried out into his mouth at the sensation and he continued, gripping your hips and pressing them into his own to create more pressure against your clit as you continued your wordless praises.

“Cum for me, mama. Cum on my cock.”

“Ohh, Josh,” you cried out, gripping his curls in your fingers as he held you up. “Want you,” you panted, “to cum, t-too.”

“Mmmm I will, don’t worry,” he grinned, “I’m right behind you, sweet girl. You need me here? Or back inside?”

“Fuck, put it back in,” you panted, “please.”

“Godddd-dammit, I love it when you beg me for my cock,” he breathed, as he moved you up and down his length.

Your legs trembled underneath you as they did a shoddy job of holding your weight. Your whimpers grew higher and louder as you bounced in his lap, sure that the tip of his cock was tapping at your cervix. You clenched every muscle in your walls around him, just savoring the feeling of your pussy being filled to the point of stretching over and over again before you erupted into your orgasm, and he into his immediately afterward.

He grunted and strained as his hips paused before pulling back and pushing up again, filling you with his cum at each pause. When he had finished, you felt him lean back against the wall of the shower to finish coming down, and you went with him, your head in the crook of his neck.

When both of you had regained control of your hearts and lungs, he helped you to stand before joining you under the now-cool water of the shower. He slipped his arms around your waist and pressed his lips into the spot between your neck and shoulder, gently swaying you both back and forth. You let the cool water hit the searing skin of your chest, leaning your head back into him.

He pulled his lips from your neck and kissed the shell of your ear, still swaying you back and forth.

“And tii-ii-iime goo-oess byy-y sooo sloww-lyy-y,

And tiiiime– can dooo so-o much,

Aaa-are you-ou-ou still miiiiiiiiiiiineeeee,

I-iiiii neeee-eee-eed your loo-ovee,”

He paused and placed a kiss under the side of your jaw, sliding his hands over the front of your body before pulling his head back slightly.

“Iiii- I need your lo-love,

He hears you huff the bathroom and the only meant one thing. You're deep in your thoughts again about your pregnant belly. Closing his book and setting it on the nightstand along with his reading glasses, he slides off the bed and pads over to the bathroom. He finds you standing in front of the full length mirror and looking at your swollen belly.

He leans against the doorframe and folds his arms over his chest. "Stop it." He says. You look at him through the mirror and you let out a sigh. "You're doing it again."

"I can't help it.. My body is.. Eh.."

"Eh?" He says, pushing off of the doorframe and stepping up behind you. "What do you mean by 'eh'?"

"Look at me."

"I am."

"Well don't you see it?" You say, pointing to a little stretch mark that has begun show on your belly.

"It's a stretch mark." Jake says matter-of-factly. "Is that why you're upset?"

"Jake, it's horrible." He sees your eyes well with tears and he turns you around to face him. He chuckles and you look at him with furrowed eyebrows. "What are you laughing at?"

"I'm not laughing, baby." He says, shaking his head as he rubs his hands up and down your arms. "But you, my love, are beautiful." You scoff and shake your head. "Don't shake your head. It's true." He rests his hand on your belly and he smiles. "You're growing a human life and I find that pretty cool. Think of the stretch marks as your stripes, I've read that some women refer to them as tiger stripes."

"Oh god, Jake.." You whine.

He laughs and kisses your forehead. "You're a badass and I am so proud of you."

"Proud of me being pregnant?" You say looking up at him. "You made me this way."

"Takes two to tango." He says, earning a smack to his chest before you walk--more like waddle--out of the bathroom. "Okay, okay, not the smartest thing to say but baby," He follows you out of the bathroom and helps you sit on the bed. "You're so beautiful and the stretch marks are just a part of the journey."

"And the weight?"

"Comes with the territory." He says as he lifts your feet and guides you back onto the bed. "But you're still beautiful."

"How many times are going to call me beautiful?"

"Until my last dying breath." He says as he leans down to kiss you. "Because you; my sweet, sweet bride, are oh so beautiful and you have been inspiring me every day since the stick turned positive."

Reaching for the lotion on the nightstand, he sits down by your feet and squeezes a little bit of the sweet, smelling goop into his hands before lathering it on his hands and beginning to rub into his feet.

"And now you're just like me, being marked up by the hands of life."

"Jake, you broke your arm--you didn't carry a baby for nine months."

He laughs and shakes his head. "Doesn't matter how we get our marks, life still touches us in different ways and in your case, life just makes you more beautiful."

"Say that word again." You warn.

He smiles and continues rubbing in the lotion. "Okay, how about I call you alluring, or exquisite, maybe even beauteous."

"Now you're just showing off." You say as you rest your hands on your belly.

Patting your feet, he climbs across the bed and rests beside you. "No matter how you look, or how cranky you get, I will love you all the way through it."

"What about when I'm yelling at you in the delivery room?"

Jake hums and kisses your forehead. "Even then, I will still love you." He says as he rests his hand on your belly. "Now, can he please come out?"