What Happens Backstage - Part 10

Micah’s POV

Rehearsals used to be fun. Now they feel like torture.

Every time I glance across the room, Ash and River are at it—“practicing” their fan service. They’re supposed to just work out the timing of a hug, maybe lean in close for the camera, but the way River’s lips linger too long on Ash’s ear, the way Ash lets his hand slide down River’s back… it’s not practice. It’s foreplay.

And everyone can see it.

The crew giggles, Leo hovers like he’s their director, and I’m left in the corner with my guitar, remembering when those screams were mine. When I was the one kissing Ash under the spotlight, tongue tangled, crowd going feral.

Now? I’m benched.

“Hey.” Jett slides next to me, nudging my arm. He’s got that smirk that’s supposed to make everything better, but it doesn’t. “Don’t pout. You’ll get wrinkles.”

“I’m not pouting.” I am, but I don’t admit it. My jaw aches from how tight I’m clenching it. Ash moans—moans—as River pulls him in too close, and I have to look away.

“They’re eating it up,” Jett says, nodding at Leo, who’s staring like he’s about to start jerking off right there. “But we could eat them alive.”

I raise an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

He leans in, whispering in my ear. “I mean, we’re still good material. The fans would lose their shit if it was us. You. Me. Maybe Leo.” He bites my earlobe lightly, casual, but my cock stirs immediately.

It shouldn’t work that fast. But I’m starving, and he knows it.

That night, when the bus is finally quiet, Jett drags me down the hall, finger to his lips. We stop at Leo’s door. He doesn’t even knock, just pushes it open.

Leo’s in bed, shirtless, scrolling on his phone. He looks up, annoyed—until he sees us standing there.

“What the fuck are you two—” he starts, but I climb onto the bed before he can finish, straddling his thighs, pressing my chest against his.

“Practice,” I whisper.

Jett laughs, low and dirty, closing the door behind him. “We’re here to prove a point.”

Leo’s lips part, stunned, but he doesn’t stop me when I kiss him. Deep, wet, tongue pushing into his mouth. I grind down on him, feeling his cock twitch under his sweats. He groans, hands gripping my hips.

Jett’s beside us in seconds, pulling Leo’s shirt the rest of the way off, licking down his neck. “Told you, Micah. We’ll show him.”

Clothes come off fast. Leo’s cock slaps up against his stomach, thick and hard, precum already shining at the tip. My mouth waters. I slide down and wrap my lips around him, sucking slow, deep, until he’s gasping.

“Holy fuck,” Leo moans, hand gripping my hair.

Behind me, Jett kneels on the mattress, jerking himself lazily, eyes locked on me choking down our leader’s cock. “Look at him, Leo. He’s perfect fan-service. Imagine the clips, the art…”

Leo groans louder, thrusting up into my throat.

Then Jett tugs me back, smirking, and slides in to take my place. He swallows Leo down like it’s nothing, moaning like a porn star, drool dripping from his chin. I stroke myself watching, too turned on to be jealous.

Leo’s eyes flick between us, desperate. “You two… fuck, you’re insane.”

We switch again. Jett pulls me into a kiss, his lips sticky with Leo’s precum. He pushes me down until I’m on my back, then climbs over me, sliding his cock against mine, rutting hard.

Leo kneels at my side, watching us grind together, then leans down to suck my nipple, teeth scraping until I cry out. His hand strokes Jett at the same time, pumping him until he’s leaking all over my stomach.

It’s frantic, sweaty, messy—exactly what I wanted. Not rehearsed, not for cameras. Just raw.

“Fuck me,” Jett pants, flipping onto his stomach and looking back at us with a grin. “Show him, Micah. Show him we’re a ship too.”

I don’t hesitate. I spit in my hand, line up, and sink into him. He moans into the pillow, pushing back against me, tight and perfect. I fuck him hard, fast, needing Leo to see.

Leo strokes himself furiously at the sight, eyes glazed. “Jesus Christ, you two—”

Jett looks up at him, smirking through his moans. “Come on, Leo. Don’t just watch. Fuck Micah while he’s in me.”

My whole body jerks at his words. Leo climbs behind me, hand on my shoulder, pressing the head of his cock against my ass. I gasp, already overwhelmed, but I want it. I want all of it.

“Do it,” I groan.

And then I’m full—Jett tight around me, Leo thick inside me, both of them pounding in sync. My cries echo in the room, sweat dripping, bodies colliding. Jett’s voice is muffled in the pillow, screaming my name, and Leo growls like an animal above me.

It’s too much. Too good. I explode inside Jett, body shaking, cum spilling deep into him as Leo slams into me, filling me seconds later. Jett cums untouched, spraying across the sheets, moaning until his throat is raw.

We collapse together in a heap, panting, drenched.

Leo’s the first to speak. His voice is rough, low. “You’re right. You two are… fuck. You’re more than good material.”

He pulls me close, kissing me once, hard. Then he grabs Jett’s chin, makes him look up. “Congratulations. I guess we can have two ships.”

And even though I can barely breathe, I grin. Because we won.

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I will finish this series then continue with new ones!