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."

25 More!!

Richie was happy to have been able to play half and hour and followed Jon back to his dressing room afterwards. Once the door was shut, he flopped down on the couch, soon enough, Jon sat down next to him.

"What do you wanna do for now?" Jon asked.
"Whatever you want."
"I want you to say what we should do." Jon turned it back around so Richie had to decide.
Richie moved closer on the couch. "You were going to tell me what I was thinking though."
"No, you were going to tell me what you were thinking." Jon smartly pointed out.
"But you can read my mind."
"I just knew you were thinking, I heard you think, I didn’t hear what you were thinking."

Richie rolled his eyes and kissed him. Jon hadn't expected him to do so right then but kissed him back, letting Richie pull him closer as the kiss deepened. Not wanting it to end, Jon wrapped his arms around Richie who pulled him even closer an started laying him down on the couch.

Jon moaned into the kiss even more as Richie laid over him, settling his weight over Jon. With bright blue eyes Jon watched him above him.

Richie started kissing along his jaw and to kis neck, grinding against him as Jon giggled at the ticklish feeling in his neck. Richie smiled and nibbled at a sensitive spot just below Jon's ear, making him squirm beneat him, he pressed against him even more, groaning.

"More." Jon gasped.

Richie moved his hand between them, undoing Jon's pants. Once his hand was inside, he wrapped it around Jon's prick, making Jon moan even more.

Moving back up, he kissed Jon deeply as he jerked him off. Jon still wanted more but was lost in how much he was already turned on by now.

Above him, Richie was still grinding his own clothed, aching cock against Jon's thigh.

"More." Jon groaned.

Richie let go of him and undid his own pants, wanting to be skin on skin too, he started grinding their cocks together, groaning Jon's name as he listened to Jon groaning too. A fleeting though of hoping the door was locked passed him.

Jon grabbed him and kissed him again, now it was Richie's turn to groan into the kiss. Jon hold him so they were facing each other.

"More."
"How much more?" Richie knew what he wanted but didn't know if Jon wanted the same.
"Just more."

Richie ripped Jon's shirt off, letting his hands roam all over him.

"Fuck man." Jon gasped in surprise.
"I'd love to."
"My shirt... Wait, what?"
"You have more." Richie pointed out and sat up on his knees, looking down at Jon. "You're asking for more. I know how much more I want. Do you?"
"Yeah."
"Tell me." Richie ordered him gently.
"Tell you what? I want more, isn't clear enough?" Jon reached back in to kiss him.
"How much more?" He needed to know before they could continue.
"Fuck man. This is a real turn off." Jon complained.
"Then tell me what the hell you want." Richie lowered himself over him, once again resting his weight over him and gently nibbled his ear whispering, "'Cause I want nothing more than to be buried balls deep inside you."
Jon tensed at how close to an orgasm that closeness brought him. "Oh God." He moaned.
Richie grinded against Jan again. "That's what I want. Do you?" He asked again.
Jon nodded, agreeing eagerly. "Yes.

His hands started pushing Jon's pants down farther, groaning in excitement, knowing what was going to happen soon. Jon helped him by kicking them off, then Richie continued to strip himself and moved Jon's legs a part so he could settle between them.

Jon was too lost in his turn on to register what was happening, he just knew he was very hard, very turned on and on the edge of losing it all.

Richie kissed down Jon's neck and chest, stopping at a nipple to give it his undivided attention while his hand roams further down, behind Jon’s sac, his finger pressing lightly against Jon’s hole.

In excitement Jon gasped and moaned at the odd feeling.

Richie kissed back up, kissing Jon as his finger moved further inside him, making Jon groan again. He tried to distract him from the discomfort by kissing him again. He tried to take Jon's mind off his, putting everything into a kiss but Jon groaned.

Finally Richie noticed it was a groan of pain rather than a groan of pleasure and that lube would be a very good thing to have. He pulled away and looked around the small room for something to use.

Jon looked at him, utterly confused.

"Lube. I don't want to hurt you."
Jon looked even more confused, that had already hurt. "Oh... Um... I dunno."
Richie kissed him gently. "I'm sorry, I should've thought of it before I started." He apologized, really sorry.
"It's ok." Jon shrugged, this snap back to reality was turning him down again.
"No, I should've though." Richie kissed him again. "Is there anything in here that would work?" He didn't want to get up if he didn't have to.
"What would you need?" Jon asked as he tried to kiss him again.
Richie kissed him back. "Something slick."
"Like..." Jon asked.
"I don’t know, just anything slick that would make it easier for us both."
"I don't know, check the table." Jon said, waving his hand over to the table by the wall.

Richie looked over, inspecting the table for something he could use.

"Anything?"
"Maybe." He thought he saw something but would have to get up to actually look.
"Go check? You're the one that can actually get up, so go or I guess we don't do that."
Richie was already getting up. "Ah ha!" He was happy because the lotion he had seen would work.

In the meantime Jon was so turned on, he started stroking himself. Richie groaned when he saw Jon and laid back over him, kissing him hungrily.

"You got it that fast?" Jon asked, continuing his motions on himself.
"Didn’t want to waste time not being this close to you."

Richie kissed him again, smiling and coated his fingers in the lotion and moved his fingers back to Jon's hole, sliding one in slowly. Jon gasped and moaned, feeling much better and tightened his grip on himself, looking for even more friction.

Richie was quick to slide in a second fingure, scissoring his fingers to stretch Jon and brushed over his prostate in the process. Jon moaned louder, liking that much better even though it still hurt some.

Knowing how it felt, Richie was trying to keep hitting Jon's prostate as he added a third finger.

Below him, Jon was amazed at how it felt, not sure if it felt that great or not but what Richie was doing was making his dick in his hand much harder than it had been before. He was close to orgasming already.

Richie stretched Jon as best as he could before pulling his hand away and covered his own cock in the lotion that he was using as lube and positioned himself at Jon's entrance looking down at him.

"You're sure this is what you want?"
"Think so." Jon said, not entirely sure anyway.

Richie folded Jon's legs up a bit, making the angle better and slowly pushed himself in. Jon tensed and groaned, not sure still wanted this because this was a lot more then three fingers. Carefully Richie eased himself him, slowly. He groaned as he leaned over  Jon and kissed him deeply.

"Relax."
"Trying."

Richie moved his hand between them, wrapping it around Jon's cock, stroking him and kissing him to distract him until he was all the way and held still to let Jon adjust.

Jon moved his hand away and kissed Richie back, waiting to adjust and then waited for Richie to continue.

Moving slowly, Richie nearly pulled out all the way before pushing back in, hitting Jon's prostate, making Jon moan in delight. His head fell backwards on the couch even more.

Even though Jon had adjusted, Richie kept the pace slow, stroking Jon in time with each piston of his hips. Jon wasn't holding himself anymore but he knew he was harder than he had ever been, it was getting difficult to hold back. He couldn't believe he was this turned on.

When Richie groaned his name, Jon last it and came all over himself.

Richie groaned, biting hard on Jon's shoulder, cuming deep inside of him.

Jon moaned at the new and exciting feeling as Richie collapsed on him, breathing heavily but loving the afterglow. Jon too, took a few deep breaths, trying to calm down again.

Coming down from it, Richie kissed Jon's shoudler apologetitcally, he shifted a little and pulled out of him, making Jon sigh deeply. He wasn't sure it was because of the loss of the feeling or relief.

Richie was very happy and sated. So glad he had finally made it so far with Jon, knowing for sure that this meant Jon had made up his mind.

24 Green

"He was just asking how I was, we talked a little about you and me. He’s just being a friend, worrying." "Yeah? Then why do you love him?" Jon almost snarled. "I love him like a brother." Richie gave Jon a funny look. "Why? Feeling a little jealous?" Jon ignored him. "I know what that means. You used to say you loved me like a brother" "That was different. I was trying to convince myself of that when it came to you. With him, he really is just my little brother." "Yeah sure, try to convince yourself of that too." Jon said and left, going back to his dressing room. Richie was left standing there, shocked, for a moment before he went after Jon. "Jon, Jon hold on." 

He caught up and put a hand on his shoulder to stop him. 

"If that’s-"

Jon pulled away, went back to his dressing room and slammed the door shut.

Richie followed him in ignoring how hard the door hit his hand when he tried to stop it. He opened the door and shut it again and made Jon listen to him before he continued.

"If that’s how it really was, then why would I have spent the last couple days with you? If that was how it was, don’t you think I would have done something about it when he was single? That’s not how it is." 
"You didn’t do anything about it when I was single, so why would I believe that?"
"Because I wasn’t single at the time. When I was and you were, I was trying to figure out what I did wrong, why Danny left, because if I was going to be with you, I didn’t want to screw it up. By the time I got myself figured out, you went and got married."
"Oh sure, so now it’s my fault?!" Jon yelled.
"I didn’t say it was! It’s mine for not wanting to screw it up with you."
"No it’s not!" He still didn't like Richie blaming himself.
"There’s nothing else it could be but my own fear of losing you completely if I screwed it up! Dammit Jon I love you!"

Just then Jon remembered the dressing room wouldn't be sound proof.

"Shut up!"
"Why? You still don’t believe me? Is it so hard for you to believe that I could love you?"
"Just stop yelling."
Richie took a breath and calmed down. "If there was another way that you would listen when you’re angry, then I wouldn’t have had to. But is it so hard for you to believe me?"
"Believe that you love me? No, not really."
"Then why act like that? Questioning it?"
"I don’t question it."
"Then what the hell was that?" Richie waved his hand in the direction of the door.
"I don’t know, me being stupid."
Richie walked over to Jon and pulled him in his arms. "It’s been known to happen a time or two."
Jon simply felt stupid while Richie held him, he was trying to figure out why he was feeling jealous in the first place.
"It’s because you care too." Richie told him as he pulled back and seemingly read Jon's mind.

But Jon wasn't ready to admit that. Richie kissed him chastedly and held him again.

"We have to go to soundcheck." Jon said after a few minutes.
"Alright." Rather reluctantly Richie let go of him. "Let's go then."
"Yeah lets, I still have to make a set list too."
"You'll have it three times oves before the show starts." 
"We'll see."
"At least three times." Richie said as he walked out of the dressing room and to the stage.
"You're so sure of yourself. I get them done the first time." Jon followed him.
"And then you change your mind."
"So? Got a problem with me changing my mind?" Jon asked him.
"Only when you change a song in the middle of the show and I've got to suddenly remember how to play it."
"You know the songs when I change them."
"Of course I do, it’s remembering on the spot how to play them because I know if I screw up you’ll get mad at me."
Jon looked shocked those words. "I don't get mad at you."
Richie just gave him a look and raised a brow.
"Shut up." Jon said, knowing what Richie was saying.
Richie smirked.
"Shut it."
"But I never even said anything.
"I could hear you think." Jon argued.
"Is that a fact?"
"Yes, so stop thinking."
"But I love what I'm thinking."
"Yeah? Tell me after sound check." Jon said as he picked up his guitar.
"Thought you could hear what I'm thinking." Richie went on to introduce himself to Phil and say hi to everyone else.

While he got to practice along with everyone else, he wished he was able to play the concert that night, it hurt knowing that he wouldn't and that this was how far it would go. He missed playing guitar and half an hour of sound check wasn't enough.

23 Teddy Bear

Meanwhile, Richie was searching for his guitars, finding them in a corner, still in their case.
"Hey dude, those aren't supposed to be out." David said when he noticed someone fiddling with Richie's guitars.
"I'm sure I can play my own guitars." Richie straightened up and smiled as he turned to look at David.
"Oh. What are you doing here? Thought you were missing a leg or something." David asked him.
Richie laughed. "Damn near." He hugged David as a greeting. "What? Not allowed to visit my friends when they're around?" He asked back.
David hugged him back. "Sure you are, just didn't know you were gonne be here, are you staying?"
"Doctor says I’m not allowed to be on stage and play yet. Only got my stitches out the other day. Doesn’t want me to over do it and re-open the wound." Richie explained, still sad he couldn't play.
"That sucks, what about watching the show then?"
"That I’m allowed to do, so that’s what got me here. That and I hadn’t seen the rest of you guys since I left." Richie said.
"Aw I missed you too." David smiled at him.
Richie laughed and want back to play with his guitars. "So you say, but you didn’t come visit me at home." He pretended to put but wasn't really put out at all since he had Jon.
"Jon wasn’t at the hotel, we assumed he was doing icky stuff with you." David said straightforward.
An abashed look appeared on Richie's face. "Does everyone know about us... That?"
"I don’t know. But now I know that’s what you did. Hmmmm, this is good stuff." David grinned happily, having successfully tricked his friend.
"Please keep it to yourself. He hasn’t decided what he wants yet."
"But you’ve done stuff, right? The gay stuff? Did you do that?" David wondered.
"Not all of it. He’s not ready for that. And he still doesn’t know if I’m what he wants, or what he already has is what he wants." Richie still felt guilty about how everything had happened.
"That's shitty of him."
Richie shrugged. "Can't really blame him. I should've just kept it to myself."
"It’s just shitty of him to play with your emotions and stuff, he’s treating you like something he can buy, try and then send back if he’s not satisfied. That’s not right."
"It’s not his fault I threw this on him. But I think... I think he’s more likely to accept me and be with me. If he wasn’t, I don’t think he would be even trying any at all you know? It’s not like him." Richie hoped he was right about that.
"Threw it on him or not, it’s not fair what he’s doing, playing you like this. He needs to make up his mind first. What are you gonna do when he goes home and says he doesn’t think he’s gay and only tried it to try it?" David asked. He couldn't believe how Jon was treating his best friend right now.
He shrugged halfheartedly again. "Go back to the way things were? Try to forget. Try to let go. Probably fail." he looked back down at his guitar, "I don’t know. Maybe see if I can find out whatever happened to Danny."
"Ah Danny." David said as if he knew Danny.
Richie looked up at him, pretty sure nobody knew anything about Danny. "An old friend."
"And you're gonna look him up again? It's been ages, hasn't it?" David continued to act.
"Yeah, it's been a really long time."
"Thought so, maybe you should contact him, find out what happened, maybe it wasn't his fault or your fault."
"I’m not going to if this works out with Jon. Yeah, I’ve always wanted to know why he never came back, but I’m more afraid of the answers. If I have Jon, then I’m better off not finding Danny again." Richie didn't want to think about the pain that Danny had caused him.
"What if it doesn’t work out?" David asked.
"Then I’ll still probably not find him. Say Jon and I don’t work out, and I find Danny. What if he found someone else? What if he’s happy? It’s been a long time. He probably has. I don’t think I could see that and not hate myself."
"Oh Danny was that kind of friend." David said, now understanding everything.
"He was. I haven’t seen him since he said he needed a break and left. That was in ‘87."
"So he was your boyfriend?"
 "Yeah. We were together for a year, then Slippery happened, another year went by and then he was gone." Richie explained it all.
"Oh... That's shitty of him too."
"Shit happens. And by the time I was starting to recover a little, Jon got married."
"You should have fallen in love with me, nobody ever gets gay crushes on me." David pouted.
Richie laughed. "Danny thought you were cute. I didn’t disagree. Sorry though Lemma, maybe next time I’ll fall in love with you." He was glad David was able to joke about this.
"Come on, I’m not that far from Jon in the looks department, at least I don’t need to dye my hair blond and I wouldn’t use somebody or just dump them without an explanation." David tried.
"Do you think he is? Using me?" Richie asked worried.
"I don’t know, I just don’t think it’s fair... You don’t like my gorgeous blond curls? I was fishing for a compliment there, you know." He said, faking annoyance. He was glad to be able to joke around with his friend. Jon had been way too grumpy the last few weeks to appreciate a joke.
"You’re beautiful Dave, don’t you worry about that." Richie shrugged. "Life’s not fair though is it?"
"Why thank you, you're gorgeous too." David smiled, then turned a little bit more serious. "Not really no."
"I mean, I tell Jon how I feel, and nearly have my dick cut off. Really isn’t fair at all."
"Nope it’s not. He could have stayed calm, but he never does, does he? Always needs to freak out about stuff."
"A bit anyway." Richie shrugged again. "Not much I can do but hope though is there?"
"Not really, no, sorry."
"‘s not your fault I’m an idiot sometimes."
"Wow, what? Who said you're an idiot?" David asked quickly.
"Me."
"Well don't."
"Can’t help it sometimes. Because I didn’t keep to myself, I’m either going to pull apart a family, or have my heart broken. Seems like something an idiot would put themselves in to me." Richie said.
"You couldn’t keep it to yourself, don’t blame yourself for that. Although, you could have just fallen in love with me, that might have helped." David suggested.
Richie shook his head and chuckled. "Maybe. It's not my fault I didn't."
"No it’s not. It’s alright. I got a wife, I’ll just continue loving her. She’s nice you know." David said.
"I know, I’ve met her a time or two. Nice woman, lucky to have you. and you her." Richie smiled, knowing David had found the perfect partner.
"Yeah, I know. If Jon dumps you, I'm gonna set you up with someone."
"Should I be worried?" Richie asked. "Wait, this is you, I am worried."
"Well you shouldn't."
"And why not?"
"Because I’ve known you for 30 years, I pretty much know everything about you so who better to find someone for you than someone you’ve known for that long and so well?"
"True as that is, which side would you choose from?" Richie wondered.
"I don’t know but at least someone that is as good looking as me, likes music but independent enough to miss you a few months, someone that’s busy with their own lives and job. And if it’s a woman, that’s a plus cause you could have more kids, have a son, name him Davey or something." David shrugged casually.
Richie laughed. "If that ever happened you’d just have me name my son after you or what?"
"As a thank you for me finding a girl for you."
"And if she didn't agree with it?"
"Then you just explain it all, or a middle name, I’m fine with a middle name." David suggested a plan B.
Richie shook his head. "Hopefully it won’t even come to that." He glanced down in the direction of Jon's dressing room.
"Maybe not, but you’re not gonna have kids with Jon."
"I know that, but I know what I want." Richie said.
"Jon or kids, one or the other."
"Although, with Jon, his kids become my step-kids." Richie said.
"That's not the same thing." David pointed out.
"No, but it's better than nothing. At least I know those kids already love me."
"That’s it, you already know those kids, you’re their uncle."
"Yeah, but it’s not too much of a difference between the two. The last thing I’d want to do would be to have them think I’m trying to replace their mother."
"Well that won’t happen. Unless... You don’t want a sex change right?" David asked carefully even though he knew the answer, he was only joking.
"Good god no. Like I’d give up what I’ve got."
"I've heard about it."
"It's worth hearing about." Richie smirked smugly.
"Not really. Not for me."
"I wasn't going to offer."
"Good, I don't need that vision for nightmares." David shuddered.
Richie laughed. "Gee thanks Dave, love you too."
"I knew it! You love me!!!"
"Who doesn't love you?"
"I dunno, people." David shrugged.
"They’re wrong, whoever they are." Richie smiled, happy that David was nice enough to talk to him about the serious stuff, then keep joking too.
"As long as you love me." David hugged him.
"You know I do." Richie hugged him back. "Thanks for that.
David didn't pull out of the hug. "I've always known you love me. Doesn't it feel better now that you've told me?"

Neither of them noticed Jon walking out of the dressing room and up to them.

"Too bad for you that you're just my little brother."
"No!" David said. "You love me."
"What the fuck?!"

Richie jumped when Jon raised his voice, but still laughed. "Easy boys, Dave man, I'm so sorry, my heart is elsewhere." He looked at Jon with half a smile.
David picked up his acting skills again and turned very disappointed. "Really."
"You already knew that. Besides you said you’d have nightmares from that mental image." Richie reminded him.
"Right, I did, oh well then, staying with Lexi then. See you on stage. When’s sound check?" He turned his question to Jon.
"Thirty minutes."
"Plenty of time then." Richie said.
"Yeah, see ya." David left them alone.

Jon waited to make sure David really had left.

"What the fuck was that about?" He asked angrily.