W-a-t-ch B-o-y

Chapter 1

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I don't know why I was standing here still. I'd seen this band play several times on this tour but for some reason the performance never seemed to get old.

Here I was, standing on the side stage watching the main headliners: Motionless in White.

I liked this band as soon as I heard the name. Trevor Friedrich was a good friend of mine who played in his old band 18 Visions for a time. To see people who liked 18V enough to name their band after one of their songs made me feel like they were already my friends. I had actually been listening to them for a few years. I'd met their lead singer at a few Bleeding Through concerts in Chicago. I never spoke to him, since it would have been too weird. What would I say exactly? 'Oh hey dude, I really love your band even though I'm probably twice the age of your fanbase'. That was then, we were friends now. My whole band were friends with all the members of his band.

I looked out into the crowd and saw heads banging back and forth like nothing I'd ever seen before. The way Chris was commanding the kids to jump reminded me of the way my old fitness instructor used to coach me. It made me want to be in the crowd and join in with the workout.

I was stunned out of my thoughts as Chris' scream pierced through my ears during the breakdown of 'Abigail'. The chills I always got from his 'Cradle of Filth' like highs were ridiculous. The anger, the aggression and the talent radiating from this guy, who in contrast was actually one of the most chill people in this business...

...intriguing. It made me want to get to know him.

And top of admiring the music, I just couldn't stop staring. Staring at the way all the band members looked at their front man for direction. How they had the crowd in the palm of their hands- command them to do something and the whole floor would move. How Chris was able to signal to the people in the sound check booth when he wanted the microphone or the guitars louder. He was a perfectionist; he wanted the show to be perfect.

That's why I was standing here on my own, arms crossed and still aching from bashing drums a half hour before with my band 'The Witch Was Wright".

The band took a short interlude about six-songs in, and I walked forward over to Ricky to hand him a water bottle. He thanked me politely, and downed the whole thing. I looked at him with my eyebrows raised.

"I haven't had anything to drink all day dude," he laughed, patting my shoulder.

"Hey is that for me Brandon?" Chris smiled, suddenly appearing and grabbing my bottle from my hand. I watched passively as he wrapped his lips around the half empty bottle, taking a few gulps.

"No...that one was mine," I frowned. I had a thing about hygiene but I didn't seem to mind at that moment in time. "It's alright though. Take as much as you need."

He pushed the bottle back in my hand, and rustled my hair before grabbing a towel.

I watched him walk back to the middle of the stage, my eyes glued on his behind. Catching myself, I quickly looked back over to Ricky who was was preoccupied talking to their tour manager. I sighed in relief.

I had a few hidden desires. It took a while to accept it since I wasn't exactly gay, or bisexual for that matter. I wasn't interested in cocks in the slightest.

But...

But Chris Motionless left a lot to be desired. I mainly attributed this to his feminine qualities. He had the ass of a goddess, but recently I had started to appreciate his legs. He's started adding shorts and tights with thigh-straps to his attire. It really wasn't helping with the androgynous vibe I got from him. All the same, his masculinity and gentleman-like mannerism made you want to take him out for a beer, so that made me even more confused. Not much else about his tall frame was feminine at all for that matter. But...I found everything about him very sexy. I suspected some other guys had similar thoughts to me, but we all kept it to ourselves. Falling out with Chris Motionless was something you didn't want to do. The way his angelic smile could morph into a death-eating scowl suggested that you didn't want to make this guy angry.

I wasn't being conspicuous at all, with me watching them on my own every night. Cause that wasn't obvious what so ever. It was like I wanted to be caught. I wanted Chris to notice that I was watching him. It was messed up, but I didn't know how to stop.

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"Hey Brandon!" I heard a familiar voice call out to me as I jogged past the parked vans and buses. I looked up to see Balz. The guy waited for me to catch my breath. I was obviously dripping with sweat since I'd been running out in the field beside us for a good hour.

I wiped the sweat off my brow. "Sorry about that, what's up?" I asked.

"Would you spot me while I lift some weights? I heard you weren't allowed to bring your gear with you on your van. Me and the guys don't mind sharing our equipment with you if you want."

"Fuck yes I would love that!" I smirked, patting his back. "I've not worked out properly all week. I've missed it so much. Running just doesn't cut it sometimes," I laughed.

"Yeah, I know exactly what you mean bro," Balz smiled. I gave him a once over, noticing we was actually well endowed.

We went round to the back of the bus and unloaded all the weights from the back. "You probably lift heavier shit, but this is all I got," he said, placing a few weights on the ground neatly. I rolled out a thick black mat, and placed a lifting chair atop of it.

I spotted Balz for thirty minutes, giving him some tips about posture and breathing techniques. When he was done, we swapped places.

"More, add more," I puffed, when I lifted his dumbbell. Balz added 40 kilos to each side.

"Another twenty on each side," I commanded, waiting for the burn to hit me.

"Holy shit dude. You body building?!" Balz cried, doing what he was told.

" Yeah, I used to be bigger until I started touring with the guys. Couldn't keep to my diet so I've lost a few pounds."

"No shit...okay you ready? " Balz counted my reps as I stretched my arms back and forth.

Whenever I exercised I managed to stop feeling so sexually frustrated. Thoughts of girls and Chris were pushed aside and I cranked a smile.

"Woah there man, stop smiling. It's creepy! " Balz laughed, continuing to count.

We finished up and went our separate ways to grab our wash bags before showering. The venue was really formal today. Some media people had set up interviews for magazines in the afternoon, but had already started to arrive.

I headed to the showers first, finding my way through the building easily. The men's wash room was open, but had separate showers. When I walked in I could hear the shower running. I set my shit down on the other side of the cloakroom when I heard humming. I recognized the voice instantly.

Christopher Thomas Cerulli.

I suddenly felt like a depraved teenager all over again. Just a quick flick of a curtain and I could peek in.

No Brandon. No.

The water continued to patter, the sound dulling and mingling with Cerulli's sweet voice. And it was sweet, just humming mixed with the odd word or too.

The guy was a handsome dark siren, luring me in on purpose. It all seemed to make perfect sense to me in my head; it was okay to just take a peak cause a body like that was begging for attention.

So I edged closer, dropping my wash bag on the floor absentmindedly. I shuffled a little to the side and from my new angle I was able to catch an eye full of his silhouette. Fuck, I didn't think there would ever be a day when I admired the figure of a man. I didn't have a choice though because he was achingly beautiful. You didn't have to be a woman to see that.

Behind the curtain I saw him raise his arms and I froze, only a meter away from seeing inside. When he turned off the tap my heart leaped in my chest. If I could see his shape then maybe he could see mine too.

I sighed in relief when he resumed his carefree humming. He just retrieved a bottle of something and was now squeezing it into his hand. After slapping it onto his short mop of hair, he turned the shower on and started massaging it in. The action itself was elegant. Fuck, why was I doing this again?

He turned his back to me completely, leaning forward under the shower to let the water wash away the shampoo. If I was gonna peep, then now was the perfect chance.

Without thinking about the consequences, I got in front of the curtain and pushed it aside slightly. I took a long hard look; I needed every contour burned in my mind to last me the rest of the tour. Then maybe I could satisfy my strange obsession with him.

There was nothing 'tattooed man' about him at all. Instead, the colours down his sides and along his arms were bright and vibrant, his pale creamy skin a canvas of expression. All of his tattoos were excitingly youthful.

I ran my eyes all the way down from his shoulders, pausing to appreciate the small of his back. He was either cursed or blessed with his figure, the mix of masculinity with just a touch of femininity in all the essential places made him dangerously desirable.

I wasn't exaggerating. I only glanced down at his ass for a split second; a second longer and I would be on my knees, pressing him into a wall and feeling him up. A meek voice at the back of my head told me that was probably not a good idea.

I caught my breath, then looked again. Such a round thing with an absolutely perfect shape. I could appreciate the work that must have gone into getting it to protrude like that, knowingly or not he had been working that thing out. I shouldn't have looked again because now I didn't have the strength to look away. I was weak. Too weak to stop imaging myself grabbing it, squeezing it hard and making him shudder.

Too weak to even feel apologetic when Chris suddenly turned around, obviously feeling the present of another. I only achieved turning my head away to the side, but my hand was still clutching the curtain. I had been caught the act.

I would now be labelled a pervert. Who in their right mind would want to tour with our band now, now that Chris was probably going to freak out and tell everyone to stay away from me. Now that I thought about it, I probably already seemed creepy enough and this would just make things more serious.

Fuck, I screwed up.

I couldn't look him in the eye, but his silence was starting to make me squirm.

The last thing I expected was for him to sigh in relief. He turned around again, his ass back in my line of vision. "Phew, it's just you," he said, going back to scrubbing his hair. I stood their in shock.

"Ju...Just me?" repeated, flabbergasted. My eyes widened when he ignored me, and went back to humming. He looked back at me, his sharp golden eyes narrowing down at me as he let the hot water run down his back. The perfection of his pose was intimidating.

I dropped the curtain in shock when I saw the corners of his mouth twitch. Something inside of me snapped. There was something about the way he looked at me. Like I was inferior and held no threat. Most people would be relieved that the person they were peeping on wasn't going to press charges.

Footsteps sounded outside the room and I quickly jumped back to my things and started to undress. I needed to shower and get the fuck out of there.

Balz strolled in nonchalantly. "Is Chris still here? " he asked me. I pointed to the showers.

"Chris, the photo shoots not for another two hours! They got stuck in traffic so we got time," Balz called, instantly stripping his clothes and grabbing a towel. I quickly headed towards the second shower before he could.

"Damn it Brandon! I'm in a hurry here! " he called after me.

And just like that, the curtain was pulled open and Chris sauntered out of the other shower, his tiny soaked towel ridding dangerously low on his hips and clinging to his thighs.

He gave me a look of death. I shivered, praying to god that someone would save me from the humiliation.

" Okay there buddy?" Chris asked. I looked up, my eyes lingering on parts of his upper body. Even after all that, I still had no control. "Haven't seen enough? "

Balz emerged behind me, "What...? Am I missing something?" the guy asked. I bit my tongue, looking down at the ground in shame.

"No..., it's nothing," I heard Chris say, and I could feel his golden eyes boring into my head. "I'm having a problem that you might want to fix though," he murmured. I looked up to see him beckoning Balz closer to him.

He leaned down and whispered something into his ear.

"Maybe...maybe now's not the time..." Balz said, eyeing me suspiciously.

"I think now is the perfect time," Chris smirked. I took a step back and edged closer to the shower, afraid of what ever they were planning.

"Well, I'm just gonna..." I said to Balz, sticking my thumb in the direction of the showers. He nodded gingerly and I noticed how both of them watched me as I walked into the shower.

Before I turned on the tap, I heard mumbling. Being blessed with good hearing, I was able to make out what they were saying clearly. Maybe they wanted me to hear.

"I'm not doing it with him here. Anyway, I thought you didn't need me anymore?"

"Shut your lips and..."

They suddenly stopped talking and automatically I flicked on the shower, afraid that they had noticed me ear-stropping. My heart was hammering in my chest as I stood under the pelting spray of cold water. It quickly warmed up and I sighed, the steam easing me into a relaxed state.

I tried to clear my mind. What should I do now? Should I apologise? I guessed what had shaken me up was the fact that I wasn't prepared to be caught. But I held no remorse, in fact I felt slight anger and was a bit confused as to why Chris was seemingly unaffected by me. I remembered what he said to me in the shower and unconsciously threw a punch into the wall, barely missing the shower machinery and thankfully saving myself from a bruised knuckle.

Fuck it, there was no turning back now. I just had to get on with it.

After scrubbing myself down, I washed off the soap larva and stuck my head out to see if anyone was still in the changing area because I was definitely going to avoid Chris like the plague from now on.

Instead, my eyes were graced with the most twisted thing I had ever seen aside from band mates sticking needles into themselves.

"Are you fucking kidding me..." I mumbled in horror as I watched Joshua Balz, who was crouching between Chris' legs, bob his head up and down. Chris had his head cocked up in pleasure, and since Josh had his back to me it seemed like no one noticed me.

Chris snapped his head back down, and saw me. His eyes widened at first, but his mouth twitched up into a dirty smirk.

I jumped back into the shower so fast I almost hit my head.

Now the circumstances were clear: Chris wanted me to see. I kept the shower running to stop Josh from noticing me. I stepped out again and was instantly in the crossfire of Chris' cordial gaze.

My blood ran cold. If he was putting a show on for me, however, then I was gonna watch.

It wasn't so much the fact that he was being given head that enticed me as much as it was the way his body arched up and his face contorted with pleasure.

He stroked Josh's small tuft of hair, pulling on it occasionally with his long fingers.

"Mmmm, yes. Just like that you dirty motherfucker. "

I watched as he muttered crude words to his friend who was clutching his thighs.

Josh unwrapped his lips, and started planting kissed up his abdomen. "W- wait what are you doing?" Chris frowned, pulling the guys head back by tugging his hair again.

Josh panted for a while. "You don't like it?" he asked, gripping the singers thighs harder. "I've never done this with you naked like this. I was just, caught up you know?" He admitted, dipping his head back down and sucking on his length again.

Chris sighed again, easing down lower in his seat.

Josh stopped again. "You know, you should be more careful. Your kinda turning me on," Josh told him, looking up.

"I don't do blow jobs, " Chris stated, unfazed. " I don't...swing that way."

"How many times have I told you this. I'm not gay."

"Yeah? Well that's not the vibe I'm getting from you right now. I can see your cock. " Chris smirked, "I never knew I had this effect on you."

Josh moved up his abdomen again and Chris frowned in distaste.

"Sshhh, just enjoy it will ya?" Balz said somewhat distantly. He was so engrossed he didn't even notice when I turned off the shower.

When I returned he was kissing down the taller man's legs, then roughly spread his legs apart. Chris looked down at the younger man with the same look that he'd directed at me.

Balz paused, then resumed kissing up the singers thighs. Chris continue to watch intensely, completely focused on Balz. "You don't really wanna do that do you? " he asked, raising an eyebrow. " I doubt it's for you- ". Chris stopped talking and gasped, closing his eyes as Balz pressed his face further between his legs.

That was when I noticed I was hard.

Chris's demeanor, I wanted to break it. His seemingly impregnable and hard to please attitude did nothing but tempt me. He was throwing the challenge in my face. I could smell it. Shit, I could see it too.

'It's just you.' ey? He didn't know me, and now he was going to be sorry. It was his own fault.

"Josh," I finally piped up, standing right behind the guy. By now Chris had hung one of his long legs over the guys broad shoulders, sitting back in a lazy fashion and seemingly lost. Both of them snapped out of it.

I noticed that josh was tonging the singers entrance that whole time. Who would have thought?

"Holy fuck! Christ!!! shit! It....it's not what you think. I was just...urgh Chris say something!" Josh cried, jumping backwards and scrambling around on the floor to get as far away as possible. If I wasn't so angry I would have laughed. I don't know where this anger came from, but it was mingling with feelings of strong desire to the tall man sprawled out in front of me. His eyes still looked distant.

"Finally gonna do something about it?" Chris finally spoke up, snickering. He didn't look at me though. He didn't even bother to close his legs. I was fighting the peculiar urge to take him right there and then.

"What is it you want Cerulli?" I asked, sparing a glance to Josh who had recovered from the scare and was dusting himself down, adjusting his towel.

"It wasn't like that Brandon. I wasn't...I mean I don't do shit like that-"

"It's OK Balz, relax. I saw it all, your friend here knew I was watching," I stated calmly.

"He...he what?" Josh seemed hurt. I reached to pat his shoulder but he flinched away. "I don't know...what? What the fuck? Forget it. Excuse me," he said quickly, brushing past me and stepping into the shower I had just exited.

When I turned around again, Chris was standing right in front of my face. He was watching me his his midnight eyes, leaning over me as if to exaggerate how much better he was than me.

"The real question is, what is it you want from me?" he slurred, biting his lip unconsciously. "Why are you hard?"

"You see your friend there?" I smirked, flaring my eyes up at him, "He wants you too. Your playing with fire, you know that? You've got two men hard for you and we're alone in a not so public locker room."

Chris bent down slightly so that we were eye level. "Oh yeah? I've got nothing to worry about. Josh does exactly what I say all the time. All you do is watch," he smiled sweetly, "W-a-t-c-h b-o-y..." he whispered into my ear.

I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand to attention.

"What's the matter? It's not like two straight guys are gonna rape me," he chuckled, messing up my wet hair with his hand.

"Oh? But rape would mean that you don't want it. But you do. You want both of us in your ass at the same time," such homosexual words were just falling so easily out of my mouth now, I almost didn't feel like myself.

It seemed that Josh showered like lightening, because from the corner of my eye I could see him using another towel to dry his feet. Fuck, I bet he heard that.

"Balz, can't you sort yourself out? Get a grip!" Chris said with a raised voice, but I heard it crack and like lightening my animistic senses caught the drop of sweat that was rolling from his forehead. He was nervous.

Balz ignored him and continued drying in between his toes, still fully erect and apparently not caring about who saw his dick.

Chris gave me a hesitant look, then tried to bolt for the showers. People should know better than to show how scared they were to an animal. Running was the worst thing you could do when there's a risk of the animal catching up. I could sense the guys survival mechanisms kicking in. Mentally he was so disengaged with his body; he thought had everything and everyone wrapped around his finger.

When I caught him, he stumbled onto his knees. Before I could apologise, Balz was right in front of us and pinning Chris' hands down to the floor. The poor guy couldn't get up.

"Chris, look me in the eye and say you weren't enjoying it," Josh asked, looking way too hopeful. This isn't what I had in my agenda, but I'd let them sort out whatever it was they had going on. I stepped back, my eyes lingering to Chris' ass that still had that small white towel taut across it. I licked my lips, keeping myself entertained.

"You shouldn't tease me like this. You can't just use people like that," Josh said.

When Chris remained silent, Josh snapped. "You bastard! You knew he was there! " he cried. "What's going on inside that head?"

Chris was silent still. Josh was getting angrier and angrier so despite the fact that I couldn't see the singers face, I knew he was smirking with that stupid grin of his.

"Brandon," Josh said calmly. I looked away from the crouching mans ass.

"Yes?" I said cautiously, hoping he wasn't mad at me too.

He gave me a fierce look. "Hold him down."

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To be continued....

Notes

I wonder if anyone noticed my quote from 'fatal' by MIW ;)