Jason P.O.V
~Three months later~
In a day, crazy things can happen. In a week, people can go insane, but in three months? Shit can take left and right turns, go up and down, move side to side and you get the memo.
In the past three months Damsel and I still sneak kiss, more than normal actually. It's like we're two deprived horn dogs trying to go at it. In more than one occasion we have moved from kissing into deeper things, until Justin opens his big mouth and shoots out his stupid questions about gay sex.
Also, his tour started, finally. It was now the fifth day into this crazy journey. I can't handle his screaming fans, honest to God. Could be my little tolerance to their bullshit. Could be my infinite love for silence, either way, its hard to live with the screaming on a day to day basis.
On another note, Justin has talked to Scooter and with some convincing and good references my guys are now working for damsel. Not one single bad article has been out and stayed out. For that, Justin has been grateful or so he says. Paparazzi stay miles away from him as my people stare at them with that cool yet deadly look on their face. Could also be the threatening taking place.
I've taught them well.
"What are you thinking about?" I looked over at Justin and raised a brow at his stalkerish ways.
"You want to know my thoughts too? Damn, Damsel, back at it again with being annoying," he gasped and slapped my arm harshly.
"You're the fucking annoying one," he hissed. I smirked and grabbed him by the waist before pushing him towards me making him fall into my lap gasping.
"Why don't you guys just date and fuck the shit out of each other already?" One of my boys, Michael, said. I looked at him and smirked.
"I gave him the chance to top me, he still was scared," I said as a matter of fact.
"How the fuck are you scared to fuck?" Home boy Maxwell, Michael's half brother, asked Justin making him blush.
"Shut up before I fire you," was Justin's only comeback.
"I'm the computer man here, I can't be fired," Maxwell said as he crossed his right leg over his left thigh. Justin huffed and looked at me with a glare.
"Your friends are fucking annoying," he said pinching my neck.
"Ow, what the fuck? What did you do that for?" I hissed, "and everyone's annoying to you. That's not news," Justin huffed.
"What is wrong with you people?" Justin spat as he tried to move out of my lap, "let me go, King Kong," he hissed glaring at me.
"What do you guys think their first kid is going to be named?" Alonso asked the others.
"Probably Junior or some shit," Jeffrey said chuckling.
"Are your people special ed or something?" Justin asked.
"Don't be rude," I mumbled.
"Not being rude, just asking."
"He just said our first born would be named Junior," I deadpanned.
"Yeah but they are all wrong. We're not having kids, unless you can get pregnant?" I shook my head and made him stand up from my lap. I stood up after him and fixed my jeans.
"Can you ask your driver how long until we reach the arena? I need to take a walk," I said. Justin arched his brow and crossed his arms over his chest.
"Go to the bathroom," he said as if that's supposed to make my legs stretch.
"I said I need to take a walk, not a dump," I murmured, "plus, what is that supposed to help in?"
"Your attitude," the guys oo'ed making me roll my eyes as I grabbed Justin's hand and dragged him with me to his room in this tragically big tour bus, "where are you going?" He asked.
"To the park to take a walk," I said sarcastically. He huffed again and just followed me. Well damn, fucking finally. We reached the room and I pushed Justin inside gently. He turned around to look at me as I closed the door and stared at him through hooded eyes.
"You're looking at me like a predator. What the fuck?"
"Maybe because I'm looking at my prey right now," I retorted. That made him look down at what he was wearing before he looked up at me and smirked.
With one swift movement, I was in front of Justin as he was pinned against the thin wood wall. His breath hitched and his chest moved rapidly against my own. He licked his lips which only caused my attention to be shifted towards his luscious dark pink, full lips.
"Why the fuck are you so sexy?" I groaned quietly against his nose. He looked at me with those big hazel, innocent eyes I seem to get lost into every single time.
"Well, my mom and da-" not in the mood to actually hear his sarcastic remarks, I crushed my lips against his and closed my eyes. Both of my hands wrapped around his waist and pushed him closer to me making our groins grind together for a quick second.
Damsel's hands came up and wrapped themselves around my neck. His sensual fingers tangling themselves around the short hair on my nape. Without the help of my hands, Justin started to grind on me as my tongue roamed his mouth hotly.
His soft, plump lips feeling so good on mine that I could barely feel them. They felt like smooth clouds caressing my own pair of lips. I groaned and squeezed his ass in my hands, at that he moaned and grounded his hips on mine. Stepping back, I brought Justin with me and headed to the direction of the bed. Once reached, I threw him in it and smirked as he looked at me through glassy eyes.
"Why does kissing never gets old with you?" He asked breathlessly. I chuckled as I took my hoodie and shirt off.
"Because I'm Jason McCann. Need more explanation than that?" I asked rhetorically.
"Yeah, why are you so conceited?" He asked. Instead of replying to that, I hovered over him and lightly sat on his crotch. He mumbled something incoherent under his breath as I removed his ridiculously long shirt. Once it was gone and on the floor somewhere, I ran my thumbs over his hard nipples making him bite his bottom lip as he looked up at me.
"Like that?" I asked. He didn't reply with words but the moan that erupted from him as I pinched his nipples hard, replied for him. His hands started to run down my chest as he moved his hips up and down, trying to get some friction but with jeans that was hard to accomplish. Moving his hands down to the waistline of my faded blue jeans, he tugged at it.
"Take them off," he whined.
"Your wish is my command," I said. My pants were off before someone could say Jason McCann is amazing in bed and run away. I took Justin's off right after only leaving the two of us in our underwear, which by the way were both Calvin Klein's. I leaned down and captured his lips on mine once again. His cold but soft hands ran through my back slowly, his fingernails scratching the skin ever so softly as I french kissed him and rubbed our parts together.
I took one of my hands and ran it down his defined stomach and down to his groin, where I massaged him through the material of the boxers. I dipped my tongue into his mouth again and kissed him passionately.
"Hey gu- holy shit is happening!" I pulled away from Justin as he bit my tongue harshly in a desperate need to get away from me. Holy fuck that hurt. I turned around to see who interrupted us and rolled my eyes at Maxwell.
"What the fuck? Didn't I lock the door?" I asked annoyed.
"Apparently not. I was going to tell you guys that we are here but never mind, I will tell the driver to turn back around," Maxwell said and turned around to leave.
"Don't you dare," I said but it was too late.
"Driver! Driver turn back around!" I heard Maxwell yell. I turned my head around and looked at my adorable damsel covering his face as he kept groaning.
"Get up and let's go before this dude really makes the driver turn around," I said and got off of him but not before I pecked his lips and winked at him. I put my clothes on and walked out of the room and to the main area of the bus.
"Dude, I'm telling you! Turn around and let's go pick up my dog!" Maxwell said to a very confused looking driver.
"Sir, I cannot turn around," I could already see Maxwell taking his gun out and threatening the old man.
"There's two people in this bus playing the rollercoaster game," he said making me face-palm.
"The rollercoaster game?" The driver asked confused.
"Yeah, that game that makes you go ooh! Ah! Mm! Yeah!" What the fuck?!
"Really? They going at it?!" Alonso asked.
"Yeah, bro! Like, it was fucking time and this dude don't want to turn this bus around to give them time to at least bust a nut," Maxwell announced.
"Dude, are you crazy? If those two don't fuck each other they might suffocate us with their sexual tension!" Michael jumped in.
"They are my damn IT couple. What you mean you're not gonna let them fuck?" Aide, the girl in our group, said.
"Who are you talking about?" The driver asked.
"Jason an-"
"Jason is right there," the bus driver pointed out making the guys turn around.
"What the...? You finished?" Aide asked, "tell me you recorded it. Can I leak it?"
"How can I finish what I haven't started? You're all a bunch of childish motherfuckers. You all need to get laid," I said as a matter of fact before turning to the driver, "sorry about them. I'll let Scooter know I'm going to drive this bus from now on," the driver looked at us like we were on drugs one last time before getting off of the bus. The second the door opened and closed, screams were already being heard.
"What happened?" I turned around to look at Justin as he looked at us with a red, shame filled face. I smirked and walked over to him before kissing his cheek. Moving my lips to his ear, I smirked before I kissed it.
"They know we were going at it," I whispered. Justin pushed me away and slapped my stomach as I laughed at his distress.
"Guys-"
"Don't worry. I'm only disappointed that there's not a little Junior in your tummy yet," Aide said pouting. I laughed even harder as Justin gasped dramatically.
"I can't get pregnant!" He argued. At that I stepped up and threw my arm around his shoulder.
"Wanna see if that's true?" I asked against his cheek. He pushed me away again and I let him as I laughed.
"You guys are the worst!" He hissed and walked out of the bus. My guys reacted right away and followed him since they are his new bodyguards. Aide rolled her eyes at me and walked out of the bus last as I chuckled deeply. Straightening myself up, I grabbed my keys, phone and the tour bus' key before heading out myself.
Let the insane night being.