What Happens Backstage - Finale

Leo's POV

I lean back against the couch in the dressing room, still sweating from the lights, the noise, the endless screaming of fans who ate up every little touch, every kiss, every look we gave each other on stage. My cock’s already half-hard from that rush, but I’m not letting them leave without what I promised—one more thing.

They’re all spread around me, tired, horny, buzzing with adrenaline. I clear my throat, grinning. “We’re not ending this tour without going all the way. No more half-fucks, no more jealousy. Tonight, it’s everyone with everyone.”

Ash smirks like he saw it coming, River’s eyes widen but his cock twitches in his jeans, Micah and Jett glance at each other, already smiling like devils. None of them say no.

I strip first, cock springing free, heavy and leaking. That’s all it takes—the others follow, shirts ripped off, pants tossed, underwear pushed down until the floor’s littered with fabric and five cocks hang in the air, hard and throbbing.

Ash grabs River by the jaw and kisses him like he’s starving, tongues deep, hips grinding, River moaning against his mouth as their cocks rub slick between their stomachs. Jett’s on his knees already, hungry, taking both my cock and Micah’s in his fists, licking the heads, spitting, jerking us together until we’re wet and shining. I grab his hair, shove my cock down his throat, watch his throat bulge as he gags, Micah laughing breathlessly beside me before pushing his own in next to mine. Jett takes it like a slut, drool spilling down his chin.

On the couch, River bends over, ass in the air, Ash spitting between his cheeks, spreading him open. River’s begging already—“fuck me, Ash, fuck me, don’t stop”—and Ash doesn’t waste time. He presses in rough, River gasping as his hole stretches, taking all of him, body jerking forward with every thrust. I can hear the slap of skin, the dirty moans, Ash’s voice snarling “you wanted this, didn’t you?” and River’s broken “yes, yes, harder.”

I yank Jett up from his knees, shove him onto the couch next to River, and Micah climbs over him, pinning his wrists. Micah rides Jett’s cock raw, bouncing, ass clapping, their groans filling the room. Jett’s head falls back, teeth bared, muscles tight as he pounds up into Micah, who’s sweating, chest heaving, crying out every time Jett slams into him.

It’s chaos. Every sound is sex—the wet suck of my cock sliding in and out of Jett’s mouth again, the slap of Ash’s balls against River’s ass, the moans, the cursing. I can’t stop touching—stroking Micah’s chest as he rides, jerking River’s cock while Ash fucks him into the cushions, squeezing Jett’s throat while he moans around me.

We switch without words. River’s suddenly on his back, legs thrown over my shoulders as I slam into him, his eyes rolling back, Ash jerking his cock beside us, moaning as he watches River fall apart. Micah’s bent over now, ass spread wide, Jett buried deep inside him, fucking him so hard his knees keep sliding on the floor. The air reeks of sweat and cum and spit.

I spit in River’s mouth, he swallows, whimpering, begging me not to stop. I rail him, fast and raw, his body shaking, cock bouncing against his stomach until Ash grabs it and strokes him rough. River screams my name as he shoots, cum splattering his chest, and the sight makes me lose it, filling his ass with hot cum, grinding deep inside him until I’m empty.

But there’s no pause. Ash is on me now, kissing me filthy, grinding his slick cock against mine, our cum smearing together as we rub. Micah moans like a whore as Jett flips him onto the table, fucking him face-down, the wood creaking under every thrust. Micah looks back with his mouth open, begging, “don’t stop, please, please—fuck me harder,” drool dripping onto the table. Jett snarls and spanks him, leaving red marks on his ass.

I want everything at once. I shove my cock into Jett’s mouth while he’s fucking Micah, and he takes me deep, gagging but not stopping, spit foaming at his lips. Ash kneels beside, jerking both of us off while I fuck Jett’s throat. The room’s a mess—bodies sliding together, sweat dripping, cum leaking out of holes, the sound of skin and wetness echoing off the walls.

We form a train—me slamming into Ash, who’s pounding into River, who’s sucking Micah’s cock while Jett eats Micah’s ass from behind. A filthy, perfect chain of moans and thrusts, all of us connected, all of us lost. I can’t tell whose moan is whose anymore, just a chorus of desperate, horny sounds.

We cum and cum again—on chests, in mouths, inside each other. I watch Ash’s load shoot across River’s stomach as River squirts untouched, I see Micah swallow Jett’s cum, gagging but grinning after, I feel my own dripping down my thigh as Ash milks me dry.

By the end, the room is wrecked. Sweat-slick bodies tangled together on the couch, the floor, the table, everything smelling like cum. My chest heaves, heart racing, cock still twitching as I look around at the mess of us.

Ash is wrapped tight around River, both of them sticky, River’s hair plastered to his forehead, Ash whispering something against his neck. Micah lies across Jett’s chest, lazy kisses between them, both glowing.

I smile. This is the band—this is how we end it.

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This one also has en epilogue coming tomorrow.