Author’s Note: Right, well I’m back home but am going off on holiday from Thursday until the 29th so don’t expect another update until after then… Anyway, I hope that you all enjoy this chapter (I’m sort of semi-enthused by it myself, so please, con crit, con crit, con crit). :)

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Chase saunters off stage with an euphoric grin plastered to his face, his eyes dark with pleasure that is a combination of his performance high and perhaps an effect of his apparent arousal- which he had felt the need to make me all too aware of. I don’t know if he thinks that I’m going to be like all his other fag-followers, but I am not one to fuck around with the likes of Chase Holt. No fucking way. He doesn’t even know if I’m gay or not, and still he has the nerve to hit on me like that. And it just pisses me off.

He whispers something into the ear of one of the road crew, who nods and scuttles of to do as Chase has bid him. In the meantime, he wipes at his brow with a towel that has been handed to him and fixes those haunting eyes one me with a smirk.

“So what did you think of the show, newbie?”

“The name’s Flynn. And it was no different from yesterday’s,” I answer defiantly, staring straight back at him and hoping that I’m coming across as more brazen and confident than I’m feeling inside. Inside, I’m like jelly- quivering, pliable and soft.

Really, I just want the guy off my back (figuratively speaking) and really need to rein in my quaking hormones and make them realise that they can’t always get what they want.

“Oh really?” he asks, quirking a finely maintained eyebrow upwards and regarding me with a cool gaze.

“Yeah. Now I’m going to go attend to the equipment,” I say simply, turning to see Jack gawping at me in mixed amusement and amazement, so I motion to him to join me.

“What the…you just… You blew off Chase Holt!” Jack laughs near hysterically as tears start leaking from his eyes.

“And not in the way he likes it, either!” Ben quips, flashing me a perfectly mischievous grin as he passes us, arms laden with mics and cords.

“Hmm,” I mutter noncommittally.

“He’s going to have your balls on a plate for that,” Jack warns, still unable to wipe the grin off his face.

“Like hell he will. I don’t give a shit anyway- I hate the man. He’s a pain in the ass and an arrogant bastard, so I don’t see why the hell I should play up to him the way the rest of this crew does.”

“So why did you want to do this roadie thing for him, anyway?”

“Shut up Jack.”

“Well good luck to you, man. If he doesn’t fire you he’s just going to make life a living hell for you. I’m going to stick to buttering up the man and keeping things nice and easy for myself!”

I hate it when people are right, especially about the things you really, really wish they weren’t.

It’s only been a week- just one, measly week- and already I’m about thisclose to killing myself. Or Chase. Most likely, Chase. Yeah, I’m this close to killing Chase… I just want the cocky bastard to do himself off so that I may be able to grab a snatch of peace and quiet, just for a little while.

Somehow, nothing I’ve done this week has been to Chase’s standards. Not that I could care any less. At least he’s stopped making moves on me, though he does deem it necessary to parade his daily conquests in front of me in some failed attempt to make me jealous and ‘realise what I’ve missed out on’. Well, according to Ben, anyway. Apparently after fucking around with him for a while, you learn his tactics.

However, of course I’m not jealous… And I really, really don’t care.

-Of course, it would help if I’ve been getting some too.

I don’t even try to hold back the dark scowl that paints itself across my face as I regard the clusters of smiling, happy, drunk people that seem to have filled the bar to the brim. It hasn’t exactly been much fun, sitting here alone in this darkened corner, nursing my beer lovingly and trying not to snap at Jack as he wanders back to the table, shirt mussed and looking thoroughly fucked in every sense of the world. He turns and gives me a lazy smile, oblivious to the traces of red lipstick that are smeared at the side of his mouth and neck.

“God, that chick was wild,” he grins, tilting his head back and letting a good chug of beer slide down his throat before setting his pint down on the table in front of him. “Seriously man, you have no idea what you’re missing out on. Mouth like a hoover, I tell ya.”

“I’m sure,” I growl, wishing he’d just shut the fuck up so I can wallow in my horny misery alone.

“Hey, hey, look at Chase go!” Jack laughs, leaning back in his seat and clapping his hands together heartily.

I stupidly let my eyes follow Jack’s gaze and find myself watching an unusual sort of public pornography consisting of a tiny, auburn-haired boy of no older than eighteen dry-humping Chase in the opposite corner of the room. Chase’s zipper is wide open with the hand of the boy buried deep inside it, working determinedly at getting him off. With his head leant back against the wall, mouth half-open in unhidden ecstasy, Chase is a wet dream incarnate.

And I hate that fact.

I can only thank god that we’ve managed to book the place for ourselves or there’s no doubt that this delightful image will be the one gracing the front page of every newspaper in the country, and then some.

My conflicted disgust and arousal is interrupted by Blaise, The Tear’s bassist, stalking over and ripping the boy from Chase with such force that the boy- much to my amusement- yelps in shock, Chase wincing aloud as the firm grip of the boy’s hand is painfully wrenched from him, thus exposing him to us for a few split seconds before he hastily tucks himself back into his form-fitting jeans.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Chase exclaims audibly.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing!?” Blaise retaliates, “Couldn’t you at least go to the bathroom or something instead? Christ Chase, you’re bloody lucky we didn’t invite press along to this thing or we’d be in shit!”

“I’m trying to get off, thanks!” Chase blurts out, making his boyish companion giggle and Blaise glare with pure anger.

“Well don’t bloody do it here! Or are you too damn drunk to realise where we are right now!? Fuck it, Chase! I’m sending you back in a cab,” Blaise mutters.

“Fine! Fucking bloody spoil-sport,” Chase grumbles, pushing himself away from the wall and instantly stumbling upon being unsupported.

“Can you even walk?” Blaise frowns, looking at Chase critically as he sways on his feet.

“It’s okay- I can look after him,” Little Mr Auburn says all-too-innocently and Blaise shakes his head.

“No fucking way am I letting my singer alone in a cab with some rabid fan-boy when he’s this drunk!” Blaise retorts watching as the boy’s face falls.

He turns, yelling “Hey Fred! Wanna take the fucker back to the hotel?”

Fred slowly extricates himself from the grasp of a particularly needy blonde, who immediately tries to attach her lips to his once again. Fred doesn’t even verbally respond, just shooting Blaise a glare that clearly reads ‘What the hell do you think?’ before turning to suck face with his blonde.

It’s then that I realise that Jack has magically left my side and that Blaise is staring straight at me with a look of utter evil twinkling in his brown eyes. I am doomed.

“Hey newbie! Come over here!” Blaise calls, breaking into a smile that is too sweet to be convincing.

Knowing what is about to come next and knowing that I can do nothing to stop the inevitable, I trudge begrudgingly over to Blaise with a glare in my eyes.

“Take Chase and his, ah, friend back to the hotel, will ya newbie?”

A week and a half into the tour and I’m still ‘newbie’. I’m not sure what irritates me more- that or the fact that I know I have no choice.

Chase smirks and watches me with silver eyes.

Okay, I know what irritates me more now. Going back with Chase.

Blaise decides that he isn’t going to wait for me to reply and pats me on the back, with a “Thanks newbie!” before scurrying back and out of sight. Leaving me with a drunk, leering Chase and a somewhat pissed off looking boy.

“Whatever,” I mutter to myself before turning to regard my two charges, “Come on.”

Before I can move a safe distance away, Chase has twined his arms around me and is balancing off me rather ungracefully. A far cry from his serpentine stage persona, I dare say.

“Get the fuck off me, Chase!” I grunt, trying to release his vice-like grip from my neck, which he only tightens and presses his body against mine in a blatantly sexual way.

“I can’t stand you, y’know that? But still, I can’t help but want to fuck you into the ground,” he whispers grittily, his mouth far too close to my ear, warm, moist breath tickling my lobe.

“Here! I’ll take him if you want!” the boy pipes up suddenly, wide eyes doing nothing to hide the fear that he may not be getting any tonight.

I turn to look at his tiny frame, barely 5’6” to mine and Chase’s 6 feet. However, I don’t really want the singer draped around me in this way and thus give him a nod, trying to peel Chase away from me.

“No, I want to stay here,” Chase mutters firmly before proceeding to hook a leg around my waist, crushing his groin to mine uncomfortably.

As the boy opens his mouth to protest, I cut in hurriedly, desperately trying to ignore the close intimacy of the position that Chase has placed us in.

“Look, can we just get him into a cab? Trust me kid, I don’t want him on me like this!”

With a lot of difficulty and struggling, we manage to direct Chase (still somewhat attached to me) into a cab where he promptly proceeds to try and grope me. By this point, Kid Red is not happy and I can tell that his patience for sexed-up singers is wearing thin. And fast. Definitely a bad thing on my part as I do not want to be stuck with a drunk and horny Chase right now. Especially when my resistance is this low.

As Chase shamelessly tries to fondle me in the cab, much to the horror of both his companion and the poor cab driver whose vehicle we have taken over, I try to talk to the hapless kid that Chase has picked up for tonight. No such luck. He doesn’t even want to look at me right now; ‘fraternising with the enemy’ and all that, I suppose. If I could only just convince him that I really don’t appreciate Chase trying to slip his hand down my pants, as interesting a presence his hand on my crotch may be.

By the time we pull up in front of the hotel and clamber out (after I toss a few notes to the cab driver- from Chase’s wallet. Thus leaving him a very generous tip that will probably cover his tips for the next few days), Kid Auburn is livid. Furious. In the twenty minutes that it took for us to get back, Chase rejected his offer of a backseat hand-job twice, pushed him away thrice and hurled abuse at the kid after he turned around and planted one on the singer’s lips. It’s with great flourish that he hisses and spits at Chase that he ‘isn’t even that hot anyway’ before flouncing off in utter campy fury. Stomping feet and all.

With Chase dangling off my shoulder and attempting to chew on my neck, I almost turn and run back to the kid. I’d pay good money to be rid of Chase right now. And after all, I do have his wallet.

Instead I grit my teeth and bear it, lugging the inebriated singer through the thankfully deserted lobby and throw him into the elevator. Literally.

“Owfuck!”

I smirk, looking down at the pile of Chase crumpled by my feet as the elevator merrily chimes its way upwards to the 25th floor. And then I realise that I’ve effectively just assaulted my boss.

It’s with that thought in mind that I help Chase to his feet, sending up a bucket of thanks to whatever higher powers there may be that the fall has mellowed Chase out. For the first time tonight his hands aren’t wandering to places that he has not been granted access to and his mouth is not trying to mark me. He’s blissfully quiet, merely slumping against my shoulder with his full weight against me and I sigh tiredly as I watch the elevator lights flick from 24 to 25.

With Chase being as suddenly docile as he is, the process of getting him into bed is far less taxing than I anticipated. However, in the state of deprivation that I’m in, I can’t help but let my eyes linger for longer than is necessary on his delectable form as I undress him, peeling off his blood red shirt to reveal smooth, pale skin that is just begging to be touched. But I refrain, working his jeans off his hips until he is clad only in a pair of black boxer-briefs that do nothing to hide the enticing swell of his groin.

Stepping back to burn this image into my mind, my eyes focus in on the rosebud lips, pink and full, deceivingly concealing one of the sharpest tongues I have ever encountered. As I tear my gaze away, I realised that his eyes have opened and Chase is staring up at me with a triumphant grin that says everything.

“Well?” he murmurs, sitting up a little to prop himself up on his elbows.

“Fuck off,” I snarl, turning away from him and suddenly finding my body against another’s, lips caught in a kiss I didn’t see coming.

I don’t even give him time to do more, pushing him away roughly and wiping at my mouth with the back of my hand. He tastes like whiskey. I don’t turn to look at him again, I just leave and slam the door loudly for good measure. If he’s going to act like a prick, then I am too.

As soon as I’m a few metres down the hallway, I slump against the wall and breathe, just breathe. I can still feel the firm press of Chase against me from those few split seconds and my body sings from the contact. And one part in particular. With a groan of frustration I push away from the wall and head back to my room, hoping that Jack hasn’t decided to turn in early.

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AN2: Once again, thanks so much for all the reviews! You lot seriously know how to make my day…so, please, do it again? Pretty please?

Emmy – Indeed, I have seen the ‘Dance Dance’ video and yes, that is hot. Guitarists are always hot! ;)

obsidiandreams – I actually laughed aloud at that review; thank you!

Kasee Lara – Oooh…what direction did you think I was going to take it in? I do love surprising people! Yes, Chase is a super-slut-extraordinaire. As for the triangle thing…well, keep reading and find out!

Esquirella – No, he really isn’t. Flynn’s a fighter.

Jowaco – You have my full permission to bitch-slap Chase, as long as you have him back to me by the morning. :P

princess max – Oh, come on now… You know you want to see them play with Flynn! ;)

diebyownhands – I love to hate Chase, and I’m writing him, so it thrills me that you do too!

America’s Dream – I’m glad you think so, about the potential thing. As much as I’ll always love ‘Love Bites’, that was really my first foray into slash-fic-writing and I know it’s very weak in parts. Hopefully this will be better, and I really do want you to tell me if and when it starts to suck or where it shows some weakness. Con crit! I love writing cocky characters, so I think I’m going to have fun with Chase…

Dr. Pepper 14 – I’m glad it cracked you up; it was meant to be one of those ridiculously corny lines. And yes, I’ve seen Dodgeball, so I don’t think you’re completely and utterly nuts. :P

silly faggot – Well dear, I’ve made it out alive. Just about. lol But thanks so much for the compliments; you’ll make me blush, eventually. Hope you like this chapter too!

Lidyah – Chase is too sexy, but that’s just the way we like them, non?

Teragan – Well, hopefully you’ll find this very interesting then since Chase has a massive ego. Yes indeed…

Orangeena – I do hope that he doesn’t annoy you too much… If he does, feel free to hit him with a stick whenever you feel it may be necessary.

Zephyr Tenshi – Hello sweetie! Thanks so much love; you know that as this progresses, you’ll definitely end up a sounding board for my writer’s angst, and you know I love you for it. I’ll see what can be done about the plushie… ;)

SarryMatts – I want to be on tour…which is probably why I end up writing rock fics all the time. :P I know what you mean about Uni being crazy, but it’s the holidays so hopefully we’ll bump into each other at some point soon!

SerialXLain – Next time, just get the librarian to read it with you. Who knows- may be she’ll like it! LOL

sillylittle-emokid – Wow, straight to the point eh? I like that. :D