He sat cross-legged in the centre of the stage, absorbing the echoing buzz of the memory of the crowd that had long gone. The dull roar that rang in your ears until you woke up the next day. He sat, and stared out over the quiet auditorium. Silent, and thoughtful. His eyes flicking around as he observed the mess left behind by the fans. He’d changed his clothes since the show, he did so while the crowd were leaving, but the concert is still fresh in mind. Then he came and sat here. He did it after every show. It was a reminder to him of what he’d achieved. And at such a young age. And on that night, I watched him. I stood at the side of the stage of and watched him stare out over the massive venue. “It feels so lonely afterwards,” he suddenly said, turning his head to look over at me.

I came further onto the stage and looked out. “It would be if you’re here by yourself.”

“Then join me.” He caught hold of my wrist and looked up at me with pleading eyes, “Come on, Danny. You’re the one who said it’s bound to be lonely if I’m here by myself…”

I shook my head, “No thanks, Doug. I’m just here as a messenger. Fletch says you better not sit here all night. We’re travelling most of tomorrow, but you don’t make a habit of sleeping on the coach and we’re on again tomorrow night.” I laughed at the fake pout on his face. “Try to get some sleep, okay?” I tried to move away, but he tightened his grip on my wrist, his pout getting deeper.

“Stay,” he insisted, sounding far younger than he actually was just with that single word.

“Doug…” I whined.

“Dan…” he whined back at me.

“No,” I said firmly. I bent to give him a jokey kiss on the cheek. He stared up at me for a second, then I captured his lips with mine. His tongue slid fluidly through my parted lips and into my mouth, as he pulled me down so I was lying across him. The kiss was a heated, longing, battle for control, and right now it was evident that he had it- despite the fact he was on the bottom. His hands moved down my back, and pulled my t-shirt up, breaking the kiss so he could get it over my head. Then he inclined his own head and kissed my neck. I was already like liquid putty in his hands. I’d never felt this total euphoria before, and we’d barely started yet.

“Take off your trousers,” he ordered.

“Only if you do,” I responded, realizing he was still fully clothed. Dougie shoved me off him. I thought for a moment he was having second thoughts. Then he undid his belt buckle and slid his trousers off. I began to follow suit, but paused as he pulled off his top. His tattoo always seemed to entrance me. I reached out slowly and brushed my fingertips along the section that spread out onto the side of his chest. He shivered.

“Take off your damn trousers, Danny.” I nodded and did so, discarding my socks at the same time. He did likewise, then- unable to wait any longer- he swung himself onto my lap and brushed his lips over mine. I took it that step further and forced my tongue into the hot, addictive cavern. He gripped my shoulders firmly, and my hands lingered on his waist before sliding down to ease off his boxers. He was hard already- which was no big shock considering I was too. He moved off my lap and assisted me in pulling off my own boxers. From behind, he began to kiss his way up my back. Then suddenly he stopped.

I frowned, “Dou-?” I let out a shuddering gasp as something suddenly slid inside me. My anal muscles clamped around it, and he pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder blades as he moved his finger in and out. Once I’d relaxed enough, he worked in a second. I whimpered, but all feelings of pain evaporated as his finger brushed my prostate. I moaned loudly, not caring who heard. A third finger was moved into place.

“Get ready,” he said into my ear. Then suddenly all three were gone and something else was edging in in their place. I groaned in pleasure as he slid into me, and leaned forward to brace myself on the stage He began to work up a steady rhythm, moving in and out of me slowly, then faster, inspiring some sort of noise indicating pleasure off me every time he hit that spot. One of his hands was on my hip, his short fingernails digging in as his pelvis smacked off my ass cheeks. His other hand came round and took hold of my length, and he began to pump along with his thrusts.

“Oh, God, Dougie!” His breathing in my ear was laboured, and he let out a cry as he ejaculated, depositing his load deep inside me. I followed soon after, leaving a small puddle on the stage. He slid out of me and collapsed. I lay next to him, panting for breath. “Well, the cleaning staff are going to love us…”

He shrugged his shoulders weakly, and a wicked grin appeared on his face, “Let them. They can’t fire us or anything. If they complain too much, we can just start doing it at every show.”

“Every show?” I was still trying to get my breath back. “I’m not sure I’m going to be able to recover from this time around…”

He moved closer to me, cupped my face in his hands and kissed me softly. “You’d better… ‘Cause I just found a new reason to stay up late.”