The air outside is crisp - almost unbearably cold. It's November 8th, and Ash is waiting outside the venue to finally meet the members of his favorite band Ice Nine Kills. Ash has been counting down the days for months but now that he's actually waiting in line, he's is feeling lightheaded and nervous.
He can feel his palms getting sweaty and his breath hitching as the line starts moving - It's time to meet the band.
"Oh god. This is actually happening." he mutters under his breath.
As the warmth inside the venue wraps around him, his heart drops. There he is - Spencer Charnas, standing only a few feet away. Ash's legs feel like jelly, his heart pounding in his chest as the line moves forward, one step at a time.
He's right there. He's real. I'm about to talk to him and I can barely even breathe, he thinks.
The band members look handsome as always, but Spencer.. he looks breathtaking. He's wearing his signature black tanktop, tight black jeans and a backwards cap.
Ash takes one deep breath, steadying himself just before it's his turn to walk up and take a picture with the band.
Okay, just breathe. You've got this, he mutters under his breath.
As he approaches them, his mouth curves into a soft smile, and a quiet "Hi.." slips from his lips the moment his eyes meet Spencer's.
The band greets him casually - Ricky rambles something about the death sentence - but all of the background noise melts away as Spencer slowly removes his dark sunglasses, his gaze never breaking from Ash's.
"Shit." His throat tightens and his mouth suddenly feels dry. "Those eyes. I'm so screwed." he thinks.
"Come here." Spencer commands softly, stepping slightly aside so Ash can stand next to him for the picture.
"What's your name?" Spencer asks as Ash steps closer.
"I-I'm Ash." he stammers, nervously fidgeting with his fingers.
God, pull it together, he thinks.
"I'm Spencer." the handsome singer says with a smirk, raising a brow, "You do look familiar though.."
Ash's heart stops for a moment.
He remembers me? he wonders, barely breathing.
"Y-yeah, you follow me on Instagram..", he replies softly.
Spencer's features soften, then shift into something darker - a mischievous grin creeping across his face."Mhm.. I remember" he growls.
Before Ash can react Spencer spins him around so that his back is pressed flush against Spencer's tattooed chest. A cold prop knife slides against the sensitive skin of his neck.
Ash lets out a nervous chuckle, trying to keep his composure for the picture.
Yup, this is the part where I'm gonna pass away, he thinks, desperately trying to keep it together,
The band smiles for the picture - but Spencer leans in closer, his hot breath fanning against Ash's ear and sending a shiver straight down his spine.
"Almost licking your screen, huh?" he whispers, voice low and velvety, referencing a direct message Ash sent him months ago.
Ash's breath hitches, his heart plummeting into his stomach.
Fuck. How does he remember that? he thinks, he blush on his cheeks impossible to hide.
As the flash goes off, capturing the moment forever - Spencer leans in one last time, his lips grazing just barely grazing Ash's ear as he murmurs,
"Meet me backstage in ten."
This is not a request, it's a command.
Ash's knees go weak as Spencer releases his firm but gentle grip on him.
Oh my god. This isn't happening, he mutters under his breath, breathing heavily.
Ash steps backstage, the muffled roar of the crowd fading behind the heavy black curtains. The dimly lit corridors smell faintly of sweat, leather and the sharp tang of cigarette smoke. His heart hammers so loud, he's certain Spencer could hear it from across the room.
What am I even doing here? he thinks, pacing slowly back and fourth as his nerves twist into a tight knot.
Ten minutes. That's all I have before everything changes. Just breathe, Ash. You've got this, he tells himself, trying to steady the storm raging inside.
Just as anxiety threatens to overwhelm him, a pair of strong hands gently grab him by the collar of his shirt and pull him into a nearby room marked "Private".
As Ash looks up, his gaze locks those gorgeous, hazel eyes staring down at him. The air feels charged, thick with something unspoken but electric. His breath catches, shallow and quick, as a rush of heat blooms in his chest and spreads down to his knees.
There is something in Spencer's gaze - a heat, a promise -that makes his heart flutter and legs go weak.
The faint scent of Spencer's cologne lingers close, intoxicating and dangerous, making it hard to think and way easier to lose control.
"Want to show me what else that pretty mouth of yours can do instead of just licking the screen?" Spencer's whispers, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he cages Ash between his body and the cold door.
Ash nods softly, instantly dropping to his knees before him without a second thought. His face only inches apart from the prominent bulge straining against those tight, black jeans. Spencer tilts Ash's chin up with two fingers and growls "mhm.. such a good boy for me."
Ash bites his lower lip, cheeks all flushed.
Holy shit, is this really happening? he thinks, but it's too late to back out now.
Ash reaches out with shaky hands, slowly unbuckling Spencer's leather belt and hooking his fingers into the waistband of his jeans and boxers. Spencer gives him a small nod, helping Ash to pull down those layers to free his thick, hard cock.
"You're doing so good..." Spencer murmurs, looking down at him with heavy-lidded eyes and his hand gently tugging at Ash's hair, as he guides him closer.
Ash leans in, his tongue swirling around the tip that's glistening with precum, while his other hand firmly wraps around the base of Spencer's shaft.
Spencer throws his head back, bracing one hand against the door as a low moan rumbles from his throat.
"Fuck..." he growls, his grip in Ash's hair tightening.
Ash lets out a soft moan in return as his lips wrap around Spencer's full length slowly, inch by inch, until the tip gently brushes the back of his throat.
Spencer hisses and even though he tries to stay still, his hips begin to move on their own, slowly pushing himself deeper into Ash's mouth slowly.
As Ash picks up his pace, low, wet choking sounds fill the room, and Spencer's control begins to slip. His hands grip the back of Ash's head tightly as he starts fucking his mouth in slow, deliberate thrusts.
"Fuck, fuck... W-wait..I'm gonna-" he groans, biting his lip hard and his eyes fluttering shut from the overwhelming pleasure.
Ash lets out a soft hum of approval, taking him even deeper, that sends Spencer over the edge. He comes hard and fast, spilling into Ash's mouth with a broken moan, his cock twitching as hot, sticky cum coats his tongue. "God..." he pants, still slowly rocking his hips, dragging out every last wave of pleasure.
When Spencer finally opens his eyes again, he looks down at Ash - at the flushed cheeks, the spit-slicked lips, the soft flicker of obedience and fire in his eyes - and something shifts. His expression softens, full of warmth and awe.
He reaches down and gently wipes a droplet of cum from Ash's lips with his thumb.
"Fuck...You're incredible.." Spencer murmurs, slowly kneeling down so they're eye to eye.
Ash leans in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, the taste of him still lingering on his tongue.
"Anytime..." he whispers against Spencer's mouth as he reluctantly pulls away.
For a long moment, they stay like that - tangled in silence, the echo of moans still clinging to the air like smoke. Spencer rests his forehead gently against Ash's, their breaths syncing, soft and warm between them.
No promises are spoken, no labels pressed into skin - but in the way Spencer's touch lingers on Ash's jaw, in the weight of his gaze, there's an understanding. This wasn't just a quick fuck backstage.
It was gravity.
It was a fire and aftermath.
A collision that leaves a mark, even when the lights go out.
