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Etho never wanted to come to this concert, he found them uncomfortable and a waste of time, full of loud sweaty people yelling to music loud enough to leave your ears ringing, but he owed it to Gem.

Gem was one of his friends as a kid, who was stubborn enough to keep texting him, refusing to let him disappear, she was also a lead singer of a band, Gem and the Scotts, who was performing tonight, she had invited him, telling him that getting out his house for once was good for him, it was always smarter to not argue with her.

So, here he was, standing among the crowd, Gem’s band had just gotten off and another had entered the stage, there was three boys, leading them was a short dirty blond boy wearing a red turtleneck top and a leather jacket, behind him was a taller boy wearing a jacket made of… was it denim or leather with the same blond locks, he turned his gaze to the last boy who was making his way to the drum set… and his heart stopped.

Behind the drums was the prettiest man Etho has ever seen, he was dressed in black with a teased leather jacket, in his hair was an electric green streak that matched his glittery eyeshadow.

He was jolted out of his trance when the band burst into a loud thumping beat, making the crowd shout and scream, pushing each other in excitement. Oh fuck. Etho swore under his breath, pushing desperately through the crowd, the sound pounding at his ears as he shoved the door open and rushed through.

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Joel watched the tall man leave frantically, which nearly made him miss his cue, nearly, Joel managed to pull himself together, it wasnt the first time a man had ran out, their old band manager had said the band was loud, Joel then called him a pussy and fired him, much to Grians amusement and Jimmy’s attempt to stop him, the song then ended and they started again with a Fallout boy song Joel knew nothing about, Grian however was eager to force the band into doing it.

When the bands performance ended Joel slipped from behind the drums to join Jimmy, who was behind the microphone and Grian who nearly hit Joel with his guitar, the host then yelled through his mic to the hoard of concert goers “GIVE IT UP FOR THE BAD BOYS” Jimmy then gave Joel that lopsided smile of his and forced Grian and Joel to bow and then tugged them off the stage before Joel could make sure the party-pooper was not ruining anything.

“We ate that” Jimmy remarked, packing up his shiny red guitar neatly into its case, Joel wrinkled his nose “Jimmy no one says that” he shrugs, holding the case “So whats the plan bad boys?” Jimmy asks, taking a sip of his water bottle “I’m going to woo the ladies” Joel replies, slicking his hair back and with that he marches off.

“Smoking isn't good for you Eth” Gem remarks, scaring the shit out of Etho, who was leaning in a deserted hallway smoking (it calmed his nerves) “We all die anyway” Etho responds, pretending the shorter girl with firey hair hadn’t just made his soul leave his body, she raises an eyebrow “uh huh” She leans against the wall next to him, she was dressed in baggy overalls covering a Gem & The Scotts T-shirt, a bandana in her hair. “what made you leave?” She questioned “was loud” He answers, it was easier then explaining the pretty man behind the drums who had time powers or something. “Etho” She says, more accusing this time. “Gem” he replies, taking a drag of the cigarette and realising it into the hallway, she sighs and her phone chimes, she checks it and her face softens “I got to go Etho, I’ll be back, Ill drive you home” She says without waiting for a answer she goes back into the club, seconds later a girl and a boy whos tongue appeared to be down her throat stumbled in and….

Oh fuck.

It was the cute drummer boy.

Etho kept smoking, face heating up, attempting to ignore the vulgar scene next to him
“YOU.”
Never mind,
Etho jumps nearly dropping the cigarette and turning to the boy, who had clearly just noticed him “You- You where the one who walked out of my blummin' concert” The drummer points a black nailed finger at him, Etho raises an eyebrow, to high to give a fuck
“Yes”
“Why” he demands, Etho notices for the man who was accusing him, was.. very short “Why what” Joel notices him orging him
“Why’d you leave, not that I care, obviously” The girl next to the drummer looked confused at this, slowly edging towards the door, the boy notices her and curses “Go, I’ll catch up later” She scampers off.
“Do you always make women run from you?” Etho asks, taking a drag, he could feel the anger radiating off Joel
“Oh fuck off”
“Classy” Etho could do banter
“Are you doing anything later” okay what “im sorry?” Etho attempted to keep his cool, surely he was messing with him. “Jesus Christ, I’m asking if you want too..- y’know” The man runs a hand through his hair, flushing.
“ah.. right, no I had nothing planned” Etho managed, look at him go he can use words! “Great” The drummer looks at his lips, currently paused between a cigarette and cups the taller ones chin “may I?” Etho nods, brain turning to mush as soft lips- why did they have to be soft??? Met his own.

Turns out the white haired man knew what he was doing and he had had sex before, great! he wouldn't feel guilty taking his v card! And oh fuck, did he know was he was.. what was he thinking about again, it was hard to concertate when the white haired man knew how to use his tongue, Joels hands in his hair where rough but he didnt seem to mind, always good, and his hands spread his thighs, not allowing him to fall apart without him seeing.. did Joel mention how well he could use his tongue and his hands and his mouth and how his grey eyes peered at him through his dark lashes, feigning innocence.

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Well.
That's one way for that evening to go.
Etho hadn't done that in.. ages
but the drummer, whose name was apparently Joel, seemed to have enjoyed what Etho had to offer, taking from the noises he was making, they where now standing in the same corridor, Joel looking like he had been hit by a freight train and smoking one of Ethos cigarettes and honestly, Etho couldn’t think of anything hotter.
“I should- ahem probably go, Grian and Jim would be worried” Joel pushes off the wall and squashes the butt of the cigarette under his combat boots “thanks for tonight, call me if you.. want to do that again I guess” Joel replies, hesitantly going to kiss Ethos cheek, Etho allowed it, before catching Joel lips one last time, wanting to remember the feeling forever.

Joel walked off feeling like he had stepped in dog shit, he shouldn’t have left him, he was a shit person and everyon- “JOEL” Grian stood in front of him in all his 5 '4 glory.
“oh hey Grian” Grian rolled his eyes “cmon we’re leaving, Timmy is “catching a ride with Scott” so it's just us” He grabbed Joel's arm like an impatient child and dragged him out of the club into the busy city of Hermitopia. “You haven't drunk have you Gri?” “I don't drink remember not after y’know” Joel nodded feeling bad for asking as he got into the passenger side “right”

“So who’d you fuck” Grian said, tapping the stiring wheel with blunt nails.
“I’m sorry?”
“Who did you fuck”
“Yeah- wait- How is this any of your business?”
“Did you use protection?” He smirks, indicating into the shobby street to the beaten apartments where they lived.
“Fuck. Off” Joel says grabbing what was left of his dignity and exited the car.

The apartment was cold, which was no surprise, considering Grian ran at a nuclear temperature.
“I’m going to bed” said the blonde, like it was a challenge (everything normally was with them)
Joel nodded not sure what else he was meant to do “I’m going to shower”

A shower was nice, it felt great to scrub away the excess sweat and- other things off his skin.

Grian was waiting for him when he exited, fiddling with the charm dangling off his phone, an identical one to his and Jimmy’s.

They stood there, looking at each other, waiting for the other to talk.

“When was the last time you let loose Grian?” Joel said, winning the silent battle “It was ages ago, wasn’t it.” Grian’s dark eyes narrowed into a glare “Joel-“ Joel cut him off “You need to relax Gri, seriously, you can’t keep going clubbing just to mope in the corner” Grian takes a step back, now glaring “I do not mope, I, survey the area”
“Bullshit”
“I don’t see how this is any of your business”
The air had gotten thick with tension, it was thick and sticky, coating both their lungs in its toxic growth.

“I care Grian, after what happened with Sc-“
“Don’t.”
Joel frowned
“After… him then, I know you're in a better place now but still, sleeping with people helps! Like seriously maybe you could hook up with Mumbo”
“I am NOT hooking with Mumbo” Grian spluttered, eyes wide “ew gross no”
Joel rolled his eyes dramatically “maybe if you weren’t such a hermit you’d have more options like me”
Grian looked unamused by that statement and left “G’night Joel”

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Okay so maybe Joel was right, but Grian wasn’t going to tell him that, his ego was already astronomical.

He hadn’t been touched in way to long and his cunt begged for it, which was pathetic honestly.

He never used to be this needy in bed.

That's what he thought as he slid out of his clothes, letting the chill of his room caress his skin.

This was risky and very stupid, even for his standards. 

But still

He couldn’t stop his hand snaking down, pushing away his boxers to the wetness that awaited eagerly.

He shouldn’t be doing this.

He shouldn’t be- oh 

Why was he here

Why was he imagining him

Scar Fucking GoodTimes

With his stupid fucking lips

His grabby soft hands 

His hair with its dumb swoop 

And his infuriating smile 

Suddenly he was there again

In the room that smelt of him.

With hands that felt like his  

“Gri- Gri Please gods-“ the voice whimpered out through gasps, Scar was under him, bare chested and hands above his head, Grian had placed himself on his crotch, grinding slowly and teasingly onto Scar’s dick.

He enjoyed it, teasing him.

The roll of hips and the needy noises Scar would make as his dick hit just the right spots and eventually he’d- 

Shit 

Grian was truly fucked wasn’t he? Thinking of his ex of all people. 

He groaned and sat up, his hand made a wet pop as he took it out, he grabbed some tissues with his free hand and cleaned the one soaked with his slick.

It was at that moment he realised he was crying, like he couldn’t get any more pathetic, but nooo he had to cry over the fact he was alone and had nothing but the stretch of empty mattress where a man once lay.

But it was he fault wasn’t it? He had pushed Scar away, locked him out of his head and thrown away the key.

Without thinking he grabbed his phone, it was cracked and had a charm on it that matched Joel and Jimmy.

He found Scars number no problem, its not like he texted anyone anyway and typed a half assed message out 

You 

Can I come over? 

It was a gamble, a gamble Grian was to horny to think about the consequences, he stared at the screen it was stupid why was he doing this- 

Mother Fucking Asshat Scar 

Yeah 

Oh.