What Happens Backstage - Part 4

Leo POV

I used to be the center.

When Afterhour first exploded, I was the one with the spotlight. The main voice. The cover boy. The fans screamed my name first. The label told me to act like a leader, and I did. Perfect smiles. Shirt unbuttoned just enough. Press-trained charm.

But now?
All I see are tweets about Ash and Micah’s tongue battles, and River’s shy bottom energy, and Jett’s hands on his waist. Everyone’s watching them. Wanting them.
And I’ve been fading—like I’m not part of the tension.

I walked in on Ash and Micah covered in cum two nights ago. They didn’t even notice me at first. Just kept breathing heavy, tangled together like no one else mattered.

I let it go. Told myself I didn’t have time for this. That someone had to keep us on track. But the truth?
I’m jealous.
I want the spotlight. Not just on stage. On me.

We’re stuck on the tour bus tonight.
Some massive storm hit while we were driving through rural France. Roads are shut down. We’re parked in some lonely rest stop with the rain hammering the windows and the power flickering like a horror movie.

Everyone’s lounging in sweats and tank tops. It’s hot and humid and weirdly quiet.

I decide to stir the pot.

“Truth or Dare?” I say, sitting up.
Everyone turns.
Micah grins. “Now we’re talking.”

It starts innocent enough. Jett’s dared to eat a spoonful of hot sauce. Ash admits he got a boner during our last acoustic set. River says he’s kissed a guy before—then blushes.

But I’m watching them. Especially River and Jett.
They’ve been sitting way too close. Their thighs keep brushing. Every time River talks, Jett smirks like he knows a secret.

I want to know too.

“River,” I say. “Truth or dare?”

He hesitates. “...Dare.”

I smile. “Kiss Jett.”

Everyone oohs like we’re in high school, but River’s already turning red.
Jett leans back, arms open like he’s waiting for a lapdog.

River leans in. Quick peck. Laughs nervously. Starts to pull away.

But Jett grabs him by the waist and pulls him fully onto his lap.
And kisses him back.
Hard.

I watch River melt. His fingers clutching Jett’s shoulders. Their hips grind just once—but enough to make River gasp.
I glance around.
Micah’s biting his lip.
Ash is shifting in his seat.
And I’m—hard. Fucking rock hard.

They finally break apart. River’s flushed. Jett just looks smug.

It’s my turn.

I say, “Truth.”

Micah’s eyes light up. “Did you get hard watching me and Ash in the practice room?”

I pause.
River looks over. “Wait… what happened?”

Micah stands up like it’s show-and-tell.
He turns to Ash and says, “Wanna reenact it?”

Ash smirks. “Only if you keep your hands where I can feel them.”

And then they kiss. Hard. Wet. Dirty.
Ash straddles Micah’s lap. Their tongues are deep. Micah grinds up, his hands cupping Ash’s ass.
They’re not faking it. Not even a little.

By the time they pull away, I can’t breathe.

Micah turns to me. “So?”

I nod. “Yeah. I got hard.”

Ash leans back. “Show us.”

The air changes.

I hesitate. But I’m throbbing, and honestly? I’m so far gone I don’t even care anymore.

I stand up. Pull my sweatpants down.

My cock springs out—thick, red, dripping at the tip.

No one laughs.
They all just look.

Then Ash walks over, kneels in front of me, and strokes it once.
“Fuck,” I mutter.

Micah joins him. Their hands alternate, slow, teasing.
River gets closer, kneels beside them, and watches with wide eyes—then reaches out to touch my thigh.

And then Jett.
He slides in behind me, presses his chest to my back, and whispers, “Guess it’s your turn to be the center again.”

Ash leans forward and takes the head in his mouth.
I almost collapse.

Micah kisses my stomach while stroking the base.
River’s hand slides up my side, whispering “You’re so hard for us.”
And Jett’s biting my shoulder, just enough to leave a mark.

I don’t last long.

With four mouths, four hands, four of my bandmates touching and tasting and moaning around me—

I cum.
Hard. Into Ash’s mouth, down my own stomach, thighs shaking.
They don’t stop touching until the last drop’s gone.

The room is silent after.

Then Jett mutters, “Guess Leo’s officially back.”