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.