32 The End

Next morning neither of them wanted to get up, knowing what was coming now. Richie held Jon tightly, not ready to let him go. He wanted him to stay forever.

"I have to go." Jon said reluctantly.
"I don't want you to."
"I don't want to either but I have to, it's only a few more days and then the tour is over." Jon tried to make it sound better.
"And then what? You love me."
"Of course I love you but I love Dot too, you promised you'd let me think about it."
"I know, but I don't want this to end, I want you here, I don't want you to go back to Dot."
"I can't just leave, you know that too."
Richie sighed. "I know."


They had breakfast quietly, before they knew it, Jon's car arrived and there was no way around it anymore. Richie tried to hold it together but it was hopeless as he felt the tears slip from his eyes.

"I love you." He said again.
Jon leaned over and wiped away his tears, then hugged him. "I know, I love you too. I'll phone you tonight."
Richie softly nodded but didn't let go of the hug.
"It'll be fine."
Richie nodded again.
"I promise."
"Okay."
"I have to go." Jon tried to get out of the hug.
Richie gave him one last squeeze before letting him go and catching his lips with his own, giving him a sweet, passionate kiss goodbye.


In the car to the airport, Jon finally let his emotions out too, 5 minutes before arriving at the airport, he pulled himself together and put on his sunglasses, not to hide a rough and drunken night but to hide his puffy and red eyes.


The next few days he spend lost in thought and lost in emotions, he missed Richie but he couldn't make up his mind. Ditch Dorothea and the kids and go into a gay relationship? What would everyone else think? what would his children think? How would it affect them? All his thoughts scared him. He didn't want to lose his children or his wife. He loved them all but he loved Richie too. They spend so much together, often more in a year than he did actually at home with Dorothea. Why couldn't he just have both?

Back at home with Dorothea, he was greeted in such a loving way that it made him think of Richie again. Their few days together had been amazing but it was different than it was with Dorothea. She was still the mother of his children, the one that had been there his entire life. The One.

A week later he knew he had to phone Richie, he had to make a choice and it wasn't fair to leave him waiting either.

It was the most nerve wracking phone call he ever made.

"Hello?" Richie asked when he answered his phone.
"It's me. Did I wake you or something?" Jon asked confused.
"Was just napping. What's up?"
"I think I got an idea."
"An idea? Did you make your mind up?" Richie asked.
"Sort of."
"What do you, mean sort of? Yes or no."
"Will you just wait a second and listen to me?"
Richie sighed. "Yeah alright, tell me."
"We're on tour a lot, right?"
"Usually yeah, because someone keeps lying about taking a break."
"Oh shut up, you like being around me."
"I like time off too." Richie pointed out.
"Anyway." Jon said annoyed. "We spend a lot of time on tour, away from home, away from our kids, away from my wife..."
"What are you hinting at?" Richie asked even more confused about all of this.
"Well, I was thinking, I could stay with Dottie and be with you while we're on tour, she wouldn't have to know." Jon suggested as if he had just thought of the most genius idea.
Richie couldn't believe what he heard.
"You still there?" Jon asked confused when he didn't get an answer.
"You're serious?"
"Yeah, it would work out perfectly. Nobody would have to know what we do on tour, we just get adjoining rooms and sneak over and stuff."
"Sneak?" Richie was still confused, feeling betrayed. "You want to sneak."
"It's the only way I can stay with Dot and be with you at the same time."
Richie sighed. "No, Jon."
"What no? It works perfectly like that."
"I want all of you. Not just you when you feel like it. I want my life with you, all my life not just some random moments when, again, you feel like it. I love you. I won't be your dirty little secret."
Jon sighed. "It's the only way it'll work."
"No, I can't do that."

A long pause went over their phone call.

"We're back on the road next week."
"Don't count on me." Richie hung up.

When realization of what just happened sprang into his mind, Jon broke down.

31 Confessions

Jon stayed angry in bed, regretting he didn't get to do what he wanted to do and that Richie hadn't had the patience to let him figure it out. If he had, he was sure Richie would have loved it but now he'd never know.

He pulled the sheets over himself, waiting for Richie to get out of the bathroom but after 10 minutes there still hadn't been a sound from the bathroom. With a sigh he got up again and walked to the next room.

Richie was still sitting in the shower, while the water had gone cold.

"You're gonna freeze like that." Jon pointed out.
Richie looked up at him. "Not like I don't deserve it, I keep not wanting to screw this up and it seems like that's all I can do is screw this up."
Jon sighed. "Can't say I disagree. All we do is fight." He turned off the shower and put a towel around Richie's shoulder. "Come on."
He wiped his face and looked up at Jon. "I'm trying too hard aren't I?"
"It's both of us." Jon shrugged. "Now come on, you're cold."

"I think I’m worse though. I’m the one that keeps starting all these stupid fights."
"No, we just don’t know what the other likes and expects." Jon said.
"But we do though. We’ve known each other for 30 years."
"Not sexually, unless you’ve been doing stuff while we still shared a room." Jon questioned him, but wasn't serious about it.
Richie looked away. "I might have thought about it."
"But you didn't actually do anything?"
"Once or twice."
"What?" This time Jon was surprised and his voice showed it.
"It was hard not to sometimes." Richie's look said it all. "You can’t blame me when I could hear you getting yourself off."
"How did you even know I was doing that? What did you do?"
"We shared a room and you’re not exactly quiet. What do you think I did?" Richie asked back.
"As long as you did it in your bed. I did think you were asleep, you know." Jon tried to at least clear that part up.
"Of course I did it in my own bed." Richie defended himself easily.
They finally ended up in Richie's bed, he immediately pulled Jon close against him, still being a little cold.

"I should have gotten you out earlier. You're freezing." Jon felt guilty about it, it was his fault after all.
"It's alright, I got you now."
"Yeah, I guess. I'm sorry about earlier, I was gonna do something, I guess I just wan't clear enough."
"We do that a lot."
Jon chuckled. "We do. Kinda messed up, isn't it?"
"We'll figure it out eventually." Richie assured him. "Do you still want to do what you wanted to do?"
Jon shrugged.
"You don't have to, it's fine."
"I'm sorry, can we just spend out last night together like we used to always spend our nights together?"
Richie smiled, remembering what they did. "Yeah, I think so. You get the sappy movie, I'll get the popcorn."

A couple of minutes later, they sat together, naked, in bed. Jon leaning back on Richie's shoulder, holding a bowl of popcorn in his lap as they watched a romantic movie.

"I missed this. Just us, friends." Jon said with a happy sight. "Although we wouldn't sit like this, I still love it."
"Shush and watch the movie."

"That was so beautiful." Jon said when the movie ended.
"It was. Too bad they left out the real sexual feelings."
"I can guess those." Jon grinned and moved the popcorn bowl to the side table, then pulled the sheets over his head as he moved down the bed.
"What are you doing?"
"Getting to the real sexual feelings." He said, placing kisses on Richie's hips.

Not a second later, Richie could feel Jon's mouth around himself, he groaned with the pleasure of his hot mouth. It felt exquisite, every time.

Jon finally started to find his way around gay sex, softly sucking and retreating, before swallowing him again.

Only a few minutes of this torture and he could feel Richie tense.

"Jon you gotta stop."
He pulled back a little. "Why?"
"What about you?"
"I'm fine." His head went down again and Richie was engulfed with the hot feeling once again.

Jon's sucking got harder and a few seconds later he swallowed everything Richie gave him.

Then he crawled back up the bed and laid down next to Richie.

He was still enjoying his blissful moment.

"That was so amazing." Richie finally said.
"Glad you liked it."
"I love you." Richie pulled him closer and got comfortable to sleep.
"I love you too."

30 Greedy Lover

Back at Richie's house, Jon dropped his bag by the front door, there wasn't anything in there that he needed for the rest of the night so he let it be.

"I'm hungry." He announced.
Instantly Richie pulled him closer and started nibbling his neck. "So am I."
"Alright but can we have dinner afterwards?"
"Of course we can. I won't starve you."
"Great, now bedroom." Jon commanded.
"We'll get there." Richie started moving his hands up under Jon's shirt.
Jon for once, smart enough to figure things out on his own, pulled his shirt off.
Richie smiled. "We needed a shower, didn't we?"
"Not right now."
"After then." Richie suggested.
"After you get food."
"Food first or after?" He nibbled Jon's neck again.
"Orgasms, you order food and then we can shower while we wait, how's that?" He summed it up and avoided calling it sex.
Richie pressed his hard on against Jon. "Works for me."

Jon pulled him back to continue their kissing as Richie kissed him passionately again, walking back to the stairs until Richie bumped his heel on the bottom step and stopped kissing. Instead, he dragged Jon upstairs with him and up to the bedroom.

Before he knew it, Richie pushed him up against the now closed door and kissed him hard. Jon's only response excisted of groans and grinding back against Richie.

Richie kissed down his new again, nibbling as he went, his hands going to Jon's pants. He suckled on a nipple while wrapping his hand around Jon’s cock. Looking for more friction, Jon pushed into him.

His assault by hand didn't last long as Richie kneeled down in front of Jon and took his cock in his mouth. Unexpected for Jon, he groaned and hold on to Richie's hair. He could feel Richie's hand behind, finding that spot again but he didn't move in very far, knowing he didn't have any lube right on hand.

That extra little touch made Jon explode.

Richie swallowed every drop, he looked up at Jon, remembering his own hard on, he stood up and kissed Jon hard again, making him taste hmself.

Jon pulled out of the kiss after only seconds, he didn't need to know how he tasted.

"Gonna help me out here?" Richie asked, pressing himself and therefor Jon against the wall.
"Thought we were gonna shower?"
"You said this first." Richie reminded him, grinding against him again.
"We did this."
He pressed his hard on against Jon again. "We?"
"Me."
"What about me?"
Jon shrugged, he had a better idea. "Dunno, shower?"
"Fine." Richie let go and pulled him to the shower.
"What?" Jon asked confused.

Richie started the shower and willed his erection away, he felt like Jon didn't really care anyway. He got in the shower and payed no attention to him anymore.

Jon followed into the shower right away and got the shampoo, then reached over to do Richie's hair. He had a better idea but Richie pulled away from him.

Jon sighed. "Come on, I'm working things up here." He tried.
"More like ignoring them when they're already worked up."
"I can ignore it completely if you like that better." Jon threatened.
"You might as well have. I didn't take you for a greedy lover."
"No? There, you learned something new." Jon said sarcastic, he had an idea going that he wanted to try out.
"Apparently."
"So, you're not gonna let me?" He asked confused.

"Do you even actually want to?" Richie finally turned to face him.
"Yes, othrwise I wouldn't have started that." He wasn't going to explain his entire plan.
"If you really did, you would've reciprocated."
"I'm trying to!"
"Reciprocating would’ve been doing what I did for you." Annoyance was clear in Richie's voice by now.
"I was working on that but you pulled away." Jon pointed out.
"You pulled away first."
Again, Jon sighed. "'Cause I wanted to do this, here."

Richie closed his eyes and calmed down, feeling stupid again but he remained silent.

"What? Want me to leave?" Jon asked after a bit.
Richie looked down at their wet feet. "Sorry. I'm overracting."
"What?" Jon asked, still confused about it.
"It’s been awhile alright? It’s just getting back into a relationship like this again."
"So what do you want me to do?"
"Forgive me for being an idiot at the worst possible time?" Richie asked carefully.
"Didn’t know you needed to be forgiven for that or even apologize for it."
"I'm being stupid. Again."
"Never." Jon insisted.

Richie looked back at their feet again, he couldn't agree to that.

"So..." Jon tried but nothing happened.

Finally Richie looked up again.

"I'm sorry I keep screwing this up."
"Will you stop saying that?"
"But I-"
"Stop it." Jon said firmly.

He wanted to continue their shower and figure out his idea and how it might work out but again Richie kept silent and looked away from him. He didn't have that much patience either.

"Fine." He threw his hands up and got out of the shower. Angry at Richie for continuing to feel sorry for himself, he got a towel and left.

29 Show Time

Richie watched Jon from behind the stage, paying attention all the moves he was making. He could swear Jon was shaking his ass even more than usual.

It took until the end of Keep The Faith for Jon to return backstage, Richie was waiting for him, by now very turned on from not having to focus on playing guitar and completely focused on Jon.

Jon bounced down the stairs and pulled Richie into his quick change room, kicking everyone that was waiting for him out.

As soon as everyone was out Richie pulled him right against him, shoving his tongue down his throat. Jon had the exact same thing on his mind and kissed Richie back very passionately.

There wasn't much time before Jon had to go back on stage, Richie pulled his shirt off, knowing Jon had to change anyway. He loved the fact that Jon was all hot and sweaty and kissed down his neck, his hand going right for his pants.

"Don't have time for that." Jon managed to say.
"Not even a quick handjob?" He shoved his hand down Jon's pants, wrapping it around his cock.

Jon groaned and didn't protest anymore.

Richie kissed him deeply again and started jerking him off fast

Jon's only reaction was more groaning, he was very turned on already and very close because of Richie's fast movements. When Richie squeezes harder he couldn't hold back any longer and let go.

Too focused about getting back on stage, he didn't pay attention to Richie grinding against him, he needed to go and tried to.

Richie growled at him, he wasn't letting Jon go without having his own release. Jon growled back and pulled his jeans open.

"You better hurry."
"Won't take long." He assued him and already started thrusting into Jon's hand.

Jon only stroked faster, the show was waiting for him.

Finally he could hear Richie approach his orgasm and groan through it.

He quickly wiped his hand on a towel while Richie fixed his pants and got him a clean shirt.

"Get back to work." He grinned.
Jon took the shirt and put it on. "Jacket."
Fixing his own pants first, then handed Jon his jacket. "don't know why you need it.
"Looks better." He said as he ran out, pulling his jacket on while going on the stairs.L
"Does not!"

The next time Jon walked off stage, the entire band followed him but he went into the change room alone.

"I can’t tell which I like more, being on stage with you, or getting to just watch you."

"What about watching me change?" Jon asked as he took his shirt off.
"I do like that more."
"Great." He concluded and got another shirt. "I'll be done soon and we can go back to your place."
"And get back out of the clothes all over again." He smiled.
"I was gonna change here after the show..." He pulled on his clean shirt.
" But if we’re going back to my place, you’d just take them off right away anyway. Or I’d take them off for you."

"Oh really? I have to go."

"Then let's go." Richie suggested.
"Watch the band some more." He knew everyone was around and didn't dare say that he could look at his ass.
"Just have to do an encore do you? Well hurry up." Richie rushed him.
On his way out and on the stairs, Jon shouted back. "Always."

The next time Jon got off stage they walked bacl to the dressing room, talking to the guys about how the concert had gone before going into his dressing room to undress again. Of course Richie watched him.

"There's a shower in here." Jon suggested.
"Is that an invitation?" Richie moved closer.
"It is." Jon said, going into the bathroom.

Richie followed him and yanked his shirt off. Jon had turned on the shower and was looking for towels before getting in.

"Don't have shampoo or soap." He hadn't found any in his search.
"Then we’ll just have to have another shower when we get back to my place then eh?"

"There’s just no other option." Jon pulled him closer.
"None at all." Richie kissed him, holding him very close, his hands moving down to grip Jon's ass, while Jon did the same to him.

Richie groaned into the kiss, grinding against Jon, who grinded back excitedly. Equally arouses, Richie moved a hand between them, wrapping it around both their cocks to ceate more friction.

"That's why you have big hands." Jon said.
Richie chuckled. "It's convenient."

"Hurry up Jon, we have to-" Matt knocked as he opened the door, stopping when he saw the two of them together.

Jon looked at his youngest brother, too shocked and dumbstruck to say anything.
As it seemed, Matt was feeling the same way.

Richie pulled Jon closer. "Give us a couple minutes."
Matt tried to recover from what he was seeing. "Uh..."
"Get out!"
He snapped to reality when Richie yelled. "Right. Sorry." He turned around and pulled the door closed behind him. Shaking his head as he walked away.

Seeing Jon was still shocked, Richie squeezes his cock to get his attention again.

"Huh?"

"We’ll have to finish this back at my place won’t we?" Richie asked.
"Think so."

"Let's go then." He turned off the shower, kissed Jon again and grabbed their towels.

They dried off, Jon a little slower than usual and got dressed again.

"Ready?"
"Yeah, let's go." Jon agreed.

On the way back to Richie's car, they said their goodbyes to everyone, letting security know they were going home.

28 Wanted

"We can do that." Richie agreed

"Sorry we couldn't go to the restaurant like you wanted to." Jon apologized even though it wasn't exactly his fault either.
"It's not your fault."
"I know but I’m still sorry you couldn’t do what you wanted to do."

"I tried though, I get points for that right?" He asked.
"Of course, we’ll just get catering now, that’s good too." Jon tried to make it sound a little better, he knew it was pointless.

"Not as good as this place used to be. Oh well I guess."

"Come on, lets go." Jon said as he started looking for his shirt on the floor.

Richie was faster than him and found both their shirts and handed Jon's over. "Lets."

Not using his brains, Jon climbed back over the seats to get into the front, because he wasn't using his brain, he showed off his ass to Richie who admired it, smiled and ran his hand over it as he did the smart thing and got out of the car to get into the front.

"Hey! That's my ass!"

"A very nice one at that."
"Sure." Jon said as he got situated in his seat.
"It is." Richie assured him.

"Still mine, isn't it? Doesn't mean you can touch it whenever you want." Jon teased him.
"As lover, I get to skip some rules."
"Oh you're my lover now?"
"I'm not exactly a boy now am I?" Richie asked.
"When did you turn into a girl?" Jon went on with his teasing.
"I didn't, I'm a man."
"I noticed that. It became obvious." Jon chuckled, remembering it.
"And older guys like us prefer the term lover to boyfriend. Both work, or partner." Richie suggested, trying to make it clear to Jon.
"You don’t want to be my boyfriend? Wait, older? Are you calling me old?"
"The terms are interchangeable, but lover or partner makes it sound more solid, or real." Richie smiled. "Why would I do that? I’m still older than you."
"Good, don’t you forget that. Are we still going back or wait til that owner comes and yells at you again?"
"I was going to give him another minute or two maybe, but I guess we should be getting back before they send out a search party for you." Richie started the car.
"You make it sound like I’m wanted."
Richie couldn't resist the bad joke. "Dead oralive. Preferably alive though, I'm sure."
Jon merely rolled his eyes.
"Couldn't be helped." Richie admitted.

Not much later they arrived at the venue and walked to Jon's dressing room. Richie made sure he was beside Jon the entire time. They were both uncomfortable with the stickiness starting to itch inside their jeans. As soon as Jon was in the dressing room, he locked the door behind them and took his jeans off. Richie smirked, having completely different ideas than Jon but followed his actions.

Walking into the bathroom, Jon turned on the hot water to fill the sink.

"Wardrobe isn't gonan be happy about that."
"They'll get over it. I'm going to need pants. And I can't steal yours 'cause they're too small."
"Oh right... I guess this is why people wear underwear."
"Who's got time for that?" Richie asked.
"Not us." Jon admitted and started cleaning up. "Fuck, that gets itchy."
Richie started cleaning himself up too. "I did try to take off your pants to avoid this you know." He pointed out.
"Couldn't have risked that. Too much paparazzi in the area."
"We could've, tinted windows."
"You agreed to it when we did it." Jon pointed out himself.
"Because I was thinking coherently." Richie said sarcastically.
"You don't do that often, so good on you."

Richie rolled his eyes and finished up, trying to figure out what he's going to do for pants now.

"We still got your stuff on tour, I could go find something, be sneaky around the trucks and find it." Jon offered.
"That would be wonderful. Could you?"
"I suppose, I should put clothes on then. Not everyone would appreciate the view like you. So I’ll wear pants, maybe I’ll wear underwear." Jon looked through his wardrobe.
"If you even have any."
"Underwear? I might."
Richie helped him pick some out. "We'll see."

Jon found the pair he was going to wear on stage and put it on.

"Now go find me some please." Richie said, admiring Jon.
"At least you said please." Jon said before he left.

It took Jon a while to find where Richie's stage clothes were being stored but finally he found a pair of pants and went back.

Richie took the pants when Jon brought them over. "Thanks."
"No problem, nobody stared at me at all." Jon said sarcastically, people had wonderous faces as to why he was looking for Richie's clothes.
Richie pulled the pants on. "They do anyway, can't blame them really."
"Sure, you gonna get dinner then?"
Just then Richie's stomach growled loudly and made him laugh. "That answer your question. Lets go find food."
"Nuh-uh, you get food. It's already past 6, I have to get ready."
"Oh fine, do you want me to bring you back something then?" Richie asked.
"That would be the idea."

Richie went to look for dinner while Jon started preparing for the concert. In the mean time he took the time to talk to people he knew. After a while he went back to Jon's dressing room to have dinner.

Jon ate quickly and continued his pre show rituals.

It all made Richie want to go on stage even more.

"Okay, lets go." Jon announced when it was time to go.
"Wish I was actaully going on with you."
"I know, I'm sorry." Jon said, he really was, he knew how important playing music was, it was the same for him.
Richie half shrugged. "It's alright. You didn't mean to. It's not your fault."
"Still sorry."
"I'll live."
"You will. I gotta go."
"Have fun shakin’ your ass for me." Richie said.
"I will. You get to enjoy it."
"I do anyway." Richie smiled.
Wondering when Richie was finally going to kiss him goodbye, Jon said. "I gotta go."
"Kiss for luck?" Richie asked as he pulled Jon close.
Jon kissed him back. "Thanks."
But Richie didn't want to let him go and kissed him again. "Have fun."
Jon shrugged. "Wait by my quick change room?" He asked.
"Sure."
"Okay."

Jon went out and over to the stage to meet the rest of the guys to start the show.

27 Homophobia is a social disease

This time Richie walked beside Jon. He smiled when Jon put his arm through his, making them walk arm in arm.

Because they were walking side by side, Jon almost ran into the door when they walked through. Richie chuckled at him and walked through more careful, keeping their arms linked.

They met the host of the restaurant, who completely ignored them.

"For two please." Richie said, already getting annoyed with the host.
But the host refused to pay any attention to them.
Richie frowned, tensing. "Excuse me?"
The host simply pointed at a partly hidden sign. "We reserve the right to refuse service to anyone."
Richie read the sign and frowned even more, getting angry. "We've eaten here before. Often for that matter." He felt Jon pull his arm away and tightened his grip on him, accidentally squishing his arms, he was making a point.
"And this time you're not coming in."
"And who says we’re gay? Who says just because we have linked arms means that? If you even knew who the hell we were you’d know we’re best friends."
"Nobody said that, we're just not waiting on you today. Please leave before I have to call security." The host said calmly.
"How about you call your manager then? You have no reason not to serve us."
"I am the manager."
"Then you would know who I am. You're not the managar." Richie said.
"Restaurant’s been under new ownership for three weeks."
"This is bullshit. I do hope you know that I hold a good amount of sway around here. I can ruin you." Richie threatened, still holding his grip tight on Jon's arm.
"I don’t have the farthest clue to who you are. That classifies as threats, you better leave before I really have to call security."
"Don’t worry, we won’t be coming back here if you’re going to be an asshole and refuse to serve us for no damn reason."
"Don’t run into the door this time, sir." The host smiled at Jon.
In reaction, Richie flipped him off and left in a huff.

In their hurry Jon ran into the door again. This time he lost hold of Richie's arm as they walked out. Richie was angry and storming through the parking lot, very pissed off. Jon simply followed him, kinda dazed and confused.

Jon waited for him to calm down as Richie was mutterning profanities and working out his anger.

Once he was done, Richie got into the car and slammed the door more than necessary and waited for Jon to get in.

Jon opened the door but didn't get in yet.

"Can you wait a minute before you leave?"
Richie took a deep breath. "I wasn’t going to leave without you if that’s what you’re worried about."
"I wasn't. Just want you to wait a minute." Jon got into the car, reached over and held his arms out.
Richie leaned over and hugged him.
Jon hugged him tight, making him calm down.
"Thank you." Richie said once he had calmed down some more.
"I'm sorry."
"It's not your fault that guy's an asshole."
"No, but it's my fault we were walking arm in arm." Jon pointed out, remembering he was the ones that had started that action.
"That shouldn’t have mattered. We’ve eaten here how often? Why should we be not allowed now?" Richie asked annoyed.
"I know, it's not fair."
"Homophobic asshole. Should blacklist him."
"Nobody's stopping you from that." Jon rubbed his hand over Richie's back.
"Good. Because it'll happen." After a few more minutes of calming down, he added, "I'm sorry."
"For what? Not your fault." Jon said.
"I brought you here when we could’ve just stayed for catering. Might not be as good as this place, but it wouldn’t have resulted in this." He sighed and pulled out of the hug, upset with himself.
"You didn’t know that would happen."
"Still, it’s still on me." Richie sat back in his seat and looked down. "Guess I’m just good at messing this up aren’t I?"
"No." Jon said resolutely.
"Sure seems like it."
"No you're not."
"Feels like it." Richie still didn't look up.
"Well, you're not, come here." Jon urged him again.
Richie looked over at him but didn't move. "Sure it's not?"
"Sure. Come here." He urged again.

Richie leaned over sideways into Jon who hugged him again.

"Wanna do something bad for revenge?" Jon whispered.
Richie rested his head on Jon's shoulder. "I'm already planning blackmail."
"I was kinda thinking something else."
"Like what?" Richie asked confused.
"I don’t know, cause he was so quick in assuming we were gay, maybe we should." Jon shrugged.
"Should what?" Richie asked even more confused than before.
"Ugh get the hint. do something gay." Jon said slightly annoyed Richie didn't understand what he was trying to suggest.
"Would be more in their face if it was out in the open, but paparazzi are known for being in the area."
"Not in the parking lot but you could drive like behind the restaurant and we can get in the back seat."
"We could." Richie agreed.
"Let's dot hat and then we'll go from there."
"Sounds good to me." Richie started the car and drove to the back of the restaurant where employees cars were parked.

Jon waited for him to park and dumbly climbed over the seats to get to the back seat, Richie followed him suit and moved over him.

"That went easy, now come here." Jon said.

Richie settled on top of him and started kissing him. Soon enough the kiss turned more passionate and they both loved every second of it.

Trying to make it clear that he wanted more, Jon tried to grind himself against Richie above him. Richie understood very quickly and grineded hard against him, groaning. He almost hoped that the host of the restaurant would find them there.

He kissed Jon deeped and moved his hand under Jon's shirt. Jon was doing the same, pulling at Richie's shirt but it was stuck and bunched up by his shoulder.

Regretfully, Richie sat up and pulled his shirt off, then pulled Jon's off too. Once they were both shirtless, he got back in position and kept grinding himself against Jon, trying to find more friction with every move. He could feel Jon's hand all over his chest and groaned even more, wanting more.

He snaked a hand between them, getting to Jon's pants and started undoing them but Jon stopped him. Richie stopped and looked down at him questioningly.

"Not here, what if someone sees us?" Jon asked, worried.
"Later then. Don't want arrested for public indecency when you have work to do."
"Exactly."
"And we still have to eat too." Richie pointed out, not exactly fancying jail food.

He grinded harder against Jon and crushed their mouths together once again.

The continues grinding made Jon very hard and very close to orgasm.

A few more grinding motions and minutes later, he made a mess inside his jeans. In his blissful moment he knew Richie had done exactly the same thing.

Jon laid there, regaining composure of himself, breathing heavily as Richie still laid over him and kissed his shoulder.

After a few tries, Jon was able to catch his lips in a kiss.

"Big mess. " Jon said when they pulled apart once again.
"It is, isn't it?"
"We should find a place to clean up." Jon thought out loud.
"Probably."
"Back to my dressing room? Get catering? I need to start getting ready soon."

26 Misunderstood

In the aftermath, Jon felt very happy about what had happened too, putting his guards down with Richie but he wasn't sure if he should feel happy about this. After all, he was cheating on his wife, who he loved very much but then again, this felt very good too.

After a few more minutes he started pushing at Richie so he could get up.

Richie moved away and looked worried at him. "Are you alright?"
"Yeah, fine." Jon answer.
"You might be a little sore for a bit."
"Yeah, think so." Jon agreed, already feeling it.
Richie smiled sheepishly as Jon carefully got up. "Should get cleaned up."

He followed Jon to the bathroom where Jon found a shower and turned it on, assuming they were going to shower together.

Richie did debate the though of joining Jon in the shower but decided against it since he wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself at all and that would make taking a shower completely pointless.

Not paying attention to what Richie was doing behind him, Jon stepped into the shower, figuring Richie would follow in a few seconds but instead of that, he heard the door open and close again and Richie was gone.

Disappointed, Jon finished his shower alone, faster than he usually did and walked out with a towel and got dressed in the dressing room where Richie was sitting on the couch playing his guitar.

Once dressed, Jon sat down in the other couch, keeping his distance from Richie.

A little hurt by that, Richie said. "There's an empty spot beside me."
"You're filling it up with a guitar."
"No I'm not. Guitar's on my lap."
"Still." Jon complained.

Richie put the guitar away and moved to the couch Jon was sitting in.

"Better?" He asked.
"Sure." Jon answered.

Richie sat close to him, happy to be there but still wondering what Jon was thinking about but on the otherside he was afraid to ask him about it.

"What's the setlist looking like?" Richie asked after understanding Jon wasn't going to talk to him.
"Oh." Jon said, having completely forgotten about it and started looking around for paper and pen.

Conveniently, both were next to Richie and he handed it over to Jon.

Richie watched him as he started writing down songs and threw in some suggestions but Jon ignored it.

"You said you'd let me help." Richie pouted.
"Maybe I'd let you help me." Jon corrected him.
"I distinctly recall you saying you’d let me help."
"I don’t." Jon sounded very much like he was in a bad mood.
"I do, I just happened to point out that you’d let me think I helped. Which you still aren’t doing." He pointed out.
"I always do the setlists on my own." Jon was quick enough to point out his own fact.
"But you do usually take a suggestion."
"It's fine the way it is." He only sounded more aggitated.
"That’s why you change it half way through." He wasn't going to give in.
"I don’t do that that often and it works perfectly fine."
"I will laugh if and when you do it tonight."
"Good for you." Jon said annoyed and went back to writing, not once having lifted his head to see Richie.

Richie just rolled his eyes and put his arm around Jon's shoulder. He felt Jon tense beneath him and frowned at the reaction, gently starting to massage Jon's shoulder.

"Relax." He told him.
"I am relaxed."
Richie dug his thumb into the tense muscle a little more. "Oh really?"
"That hurts." Jon complained.
"Relax and it doesn't." He tried to soften it away.
"Stop it."
Richie stopped, feeling rejected once again. "Sorry."

After a few more minutes of being ignored, Richie pulled his arm away. Not understanding at all why Jon seemed to not even be around him suddenly.

Jon finished his setlist and handed it over for Richie to check it over but Richie didn't even look at it.

"I'm sure it's fine." He said, pushing it away.
"Good, I put that one in there anyway." Jon said, meaning one of the songs Richie had suggested earlier.
That made Richie look at the list. "Because I thought so or because you wanted to anyway."
"Cause it's a good song."
"Which is why I suggested it in the first place."
"I know, sorry."

Richie half shrugged and continued stitting there confused witht he cold shoulder he seems to be getting while Jon stared at his setlist.

"Wanna go find supper?" Jon finally asked.
"Sure, anything in mind?"
"Whatever catering has." He shrugged.
"We could go for real food."
"You don't want catering? Catering is good." Jon asked confused, they always ate whatever was being catered at the venue, much easier than going to a restaurant in every city.
"I’m fine with catering, was just asking if you wanted to go out." Richie said.
Jon shrugged. "If you want to."
"I’d rather go out." Richie said and got up off the couch.
"Okay." Jon agreed and slowly got up. "Where do you want to go then?"
"Where I happen to like to go often."
"Don't let me get sick again." Jon said worried.
"It shouldn't make you sick, you've eaten there before."
"Great, lets go." Jon said, ready to go and followed Richie out of the dressing room.


Once in the car, Jon tried to sit somewhat comfortable.

"Good thing they have cushioned seats there." Richie said, noticing him squirming uncomfortably.
"Feels like someone raped my ass."
Richie winced at his choise of wording. "I told you you could stop me."
"Nah, it was fine."
"Just fine?"
Jon shrugged. "It was alright, kinda hurt but I came so it must have been good.
"It hurts less the more often you do it, muscles get stretched."
He shrugged again. "I suppose."
"Then it's just wonderful."
Jon decided to take his chance and ask about what happened earlier. What about after the sex?"
"It’ll always be a little sore, but usually it’s still pleasant knowing the why."
"Yeah I figured that out, I meant what do you do after sex?"
"Depends on the person. Some people like to cuddle after, some don’t. I do."
"Then why didn’t you shower with me?" He felt hurt that Richie hadn't.
"Because then we never would’ve gotten back out."
"So? That would count as cuddling. If I didn’t want to shower with you, I could have washed at the sink." Jon pointed out.
"Trust me, it would’ve been a lot more than a cuddle."
"So?"
"I didn’t want to hurt you more..."
"Sure." He still felt somewhat hurt that they hadn't showered together.
"I'm sorry." Richie felt bad again, like he couldn't do anything right with this whole thing.
"It's fine."

Richie felt guilty again until they arrived at the restaurant and got out. He kept his head down and walked ahead of Jon.

Once he got go the sidewalk he looked over his shoulder to see if Jon was still following but Jon stood still in the middle of the parking lot.

"Aren't you coming?" Richie asked, turning around.
"No."
He started walking back. "Why not?"
"Cause you obviously don't want to be near me."
"That's not true at all!"
"No? You don’t want to shower with me, don’t want have dinner where we usually have dinner with everyone else and now you’re walking half a mile in front of me."
"I wanted to shower with you, but I didn’t know if you’d be happy with me taking it farther again which I would’ve wanted to do. I’m taking you out to a nice place for dinner, and I was only that far ahead of you because you stopped in the middle of the parking lot!" Richie said, very annoyed with it all.
"You were before I stopped, that’s why I stopped." Jon pointed out.
"I thought you were right behind me." Richie said honestly.
"Behind you? Maybe it would be nice if you walked next to me."
"After shrugging me off before? Make up your damn mind."
"I didn't shrugg you off." Jon argued.
"You sat across the room and tensed when I sat with an arm around you and ignored me."
"I was making a setlist."
"I was offering suggestions, which you only took one of because YOU wanted it, not because I thought it would be good."
"I make setlists, usually all alone." Jon pointed out his fact.
"But you’re usually open to suggestions."
"You hardly make any. Whatever, I don’t wanna keep fighting with you." Jon turned around, ready to leave.
"Yes I do." Richie stopped him by putting his hand on his shoulder and turning him back around. "And where are you going to go then? I’m your ride remember? And we’re already here."
"I can walk."
"That's across town."
"I'll live."
"Do you want to eat since we're here or just go back there?" Richie asked.
"I don't know."
Richie took a breath, his hand still loose on Jon's shoulder. "Well, we're already here, why don't we just go in and have something good to eat?"
"I guess."
He ran his hand down Jon's arm. "Sorry if I'm being a bit of jerk. I don't mean to be."
"It's fine. I guess I'm doing the same thing, sorry." Jon apologized too.
"It's ok, come on, let's go in."