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Jorel POV
His body is warm against yours. The heat of the room is exuberant and eggs you on further, his body slamming into yours. This is getting too overwhelming. “A-Aron..Mmm..s-slow down..” this is followed and interrupted by your whines and moans. He slows down, thankfully he slows down. He groans and grips on the sheets tighter. “F-fuck..” he groans once more before stopping. “W-why'd you stop?” he collapses on top of you and lays on you for a minute before responding, “I’m tired..” “Well..get back up.” you nudge him. This douche. He groans. You take off his condom for him and throw it in the trash. “Oh so you get to finish but I don’t? Guess I gotta use my hand tonight. How kind of you Aron.” you push him off and turn away.
You hear him begin to snore. That dipshit. You grab your dick and start thrusting into your hand. You groan a few times. Okay, this isn't gonna work. You do a total dick move and grab your phone. It’s not cheating if he didn’t put a label on anything, right? You typed in Danny’s number, and made sure Aron was asleep before hitting the call button. Ring. Ring.
He picks up the phone, “Holy shit..who is it? It’s like 4 or 5 in the morning..” he's groggy. You definitely woke him up. “Hey Dan, it’s Jorel.” “Oh. Why’d you call so late? I was sleeping dude.” he yawns. “I.. uh was wondering if i could come over..” “Aren’t you at Aron’s? Did he do somethin’?” “N-Not exactly.. More like what he didn’t do?” oh my god why are you doing this? You can just wait for Aron to wake back up. You get up and walk into the hallway. Danny makes a noise of confusion. “I was wondering if we could ah…how do i say this..Can I come over to fuck?” a noise of surprise “Aron didn’t exactly want to..help me finish and went to sleep, so i was thinking that..” “woah. Woah. slow down. What the fuck? Are you insinuating the idea that I would help you CHEAT on Aron? He’s my FRIEND JOREL. I would never do that to him, why would you even entertain the idea of cheating on him? I thought you were better than this. Don’t call me again, unless it's band related.” he hangs up. That's not how you were hoping it’d go. Oh shit what if he tells Aron about this tomorrow? It should be fine…Aron never put a label on it. He went back to the bedroom and went to sleep, the thought of what would happen probing at his brain before sleep finally caught him.
He woke up to the curtains being open and sun coming through the windows. He covers his head with the blanket, as the sun was blinding. Aron walks in. “You up yet, dude?” you groan in response. “The band is comin over today to talk band shit, so get dressed.” “When will they be here?” You inquire. “Like in an hour or so.” of course, he fucks you and then he's all about business the next day. “Are we gonna talk about last night?” “That’s the last time, Jorel, I mean it this time.” He has a serious tone. Seriously? Jorel? Not Jay? “That’s what you said last time.” “I MEAN IT THIS TIME, JOREL.” you go silent. He walks out after throwing your clothes at you. You get dressed and walk into the main room. Why’s he so upset with you today? Was the sex that bad?
You decide if you shower you’ll probably feel better. Which you should've thought of before getting dressed but you get in the shower anyways. Afterwards you get dressed and brush your teeth. You walk out the bathroom and notice the time, the guys should be getting here soon. You sit on the couch and notice Aron isn’t in the house. You go outside and see him smoking on the porch. You sit next to him, and don’t speak, neither does he. A car pulls in and parks. It's Dylan’s. He gets out and waves, usually the band carpools so you assume everyone is in his car, which you'd be correct. Danny, Jordan, Matt, and George pour out the car, in that order.
Deuce does a small wave before standing “What’s up, fuckers?” they all greet you both before heading inside, none of them feeling like grabbing equipment just yet. Danny gives you a look and then glances at Aron. After everyone catches up with each other, nothing of note happens, they all order food.
“Hey Aron, can I talk with you outside?” Danny requests a little while after the food is ordered. “Sure dude, is something wrong?” They walk out on the porch.
“I think Danny's tryna steal your man, J-Dog.” Charlie says before cackling.
“Oh stuff it, Gay-Boy” you chuckle out before punching him in the shoulder playfully. There's a long silence after the laughter for a bit and they hear a loud noise from outside and Aron storms in from outside.
“YOU WERE GONNA FUCKIN’ CHEAT ON ME?” he's yelling at you. Oh lord.
“W-what? No…where would you even get the idea of that?”
“OH SO NOW YOU'RE FUCKIN’ LYING? DANNY FUCKING TOLD ME YOU BITCH.” you stand up and look at Danny before staring back at Deuce.
“Aron I-” You begin, but you're cut off before you can even finish a thought.
“NO. NO YOU FUCKING WHORE YOU DON’T GET TO INTERRUPT ME. WHAT THE HELL, JOREL? I THOUGHT WE HAD SOMETHING GOING ON, DID WE NOT? WHY WOULD YOU DO SOMETHING LIKE THAT?” Everyone is staring at you two. This is more humiliating than if he found out with just you two and danny.
You decide you should attempt to calm him down, at least so he stops screaming, “A-Aron please calm down I-”
“ANSWER THE QUESTION!!! WHY WOULD YOU TRY AND CHEAT ON ME?” his voice is breaking. Wow you’re such an asshole. “I- You..” You can’t find the words.
“TELL ME JAY, CMON I CAN TAKE IT.” He interrupted you again, you can’t take it anymore and you lash out. “STOP TALKING OVER ME. YOU IGNORED MY NEEDS LAST NIGHT, WHAT ELSE WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO?”
“OHH I DON’T KNOW? USE YOUR FUCKING HAND?”
“I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO, YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE IGNORED WHAT I NEEDED IN THE FIRST FUCKING PLACE.”
“I WAS TIRED JOREL. THAT SHOULDN’T MEAN THAT YOU SHOULD CHEAT ON ME.”
“IT WOULDN’T HAVE HAPPENED IN THE FIRST PLACE IF YOU WOULD JUST TAKE CARE OF ME.”
“I’M ALWAYS TAKING CARE OF YOU, JAY. I LET YOU STAY HERE CONSTANTLY WHEN YOU’RE PARENTS ARE ARGUING OR YOU GET IN ARGUMENTS WITH THEM, I MAKE YOU BREAKFAST MOST DAYS. I TAKE CARE OF YOU ALL OF THE TIME, BUT I CAN’T BE SELFISH FOR ONE NIGHT?”
“YOU DIDN’T PUT A LABEL ON IT, I THOUGHT IT WAS FINE.”
“BUT YOU HID AND LIE ABOUT IT? IF YOU DIDN’T THINK IT WAS WRONG YOU WOULDN’T LIE ABOUT IT!!” You feel yourself begin to cry, why would Danny tell him?
“WE DIDN’T DO ANYTHING, DEUCE, SO I THOUGHT IT DIDN’T MEAN ANYTHING, SO YEAH I LIED, BUT ONLY BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT DIDN’T MATTER.”
“YOU DIDN’T DO ANYTHING BECAUSE DANNY DIDN’T WANNA FUCK YOU, IF HE HAD SAID YES YOU WOULD’VE WENT TO HIS PLACE, RIGHT?”
“MAYBE I WOULDVE BUT WE AREN'T TALKING ABOUT ‘IF’S RIGHT NOW, ARON, WE ARE TALKING ABOUT NOW.”
“YOU FUCKING WHORE. WHO DID YOU CALL AFTER DANNY, HUH? WHO WOULD'VE YOU CALLED NEXT? DYLAN MAYBE? WHAT ARE YOU, A BAND BITCH? ARE YOU JUST GONNA TRY AND FUCK EVERYONE IN THIS DAMN BAND? IS THAT IT?”
You’re taken aback by this accusation. This one hurt. “W..what?”
“You heard me.” is his response, cold and uncaring.
“I- n-no..of course not..is that what you think of me?”
“What else am I to think?!”
You finally break down and run to the bathroom, Shutting and locking the door. You slide down the door and sob into your hands. You sit there crying for maybe an hour, there's some talking happening the whole time but you can’t make out any words, especially with your aggressive sobbing. there's a knock at the door which startles you.
“Hey Jorel, can I come in?” It’s Daniel. That’s not the voice you wanted to hear. What would he want? You open the door to look at him and he smiles at you, as if he didn’t just ruin your relationship with Aron. you let him in, only because you want to know what he wants. “I’m only letting you in because I wanna know what you want.”
“Of course.” there's a long pause. “What do you want, Rose?”
“‘Rose’? Really? I came in here to apologize and you’re acting like a prick.”
“‘Apologize’? Apologize for what? You wanted that to happen.” “Well.. I didn’t think you two would argue like that, I thought you’d talk it out, but I guess I must have forgotten how Deuce acts.”
“Great, apology over. Get out.”
“So are you just gonna sit in here crying all practice or are you gonna join the band?”
“After that? No!!! That was humiliating.”
“c'mon dude we need our bassist.” you sigh. You silently agree, the feeling of being needed makes you a bit happier.
You step out the bathroom and into the main room, when everyone is standing, the equipment all set up and his bass sitting on the guitar stand. “Oh hey!! You feel a bit better?” Charlie asks, you smile. “Yeah I just needed a minute.” you grab your bass and put on the strap. Aron walks in, and notices you. “Oh.. uh hey Jay.” Jay!! He called you Jay! He's not mad at you anymore!! “Hey babe.” you smile at him and he rubs at his neck nervously. Okay, I guess not on good enough terms for cute pet names, that's okay. At least he isn't calling you a whore anymore.
Charlie smiles at everyone, “We ready for practice, fags?” everyone responds with either a noise of confirmation and they begin to practice, half way through the group is hungry again and they order food. Again. Aron walks over to you when everyone is talking, and sits next to you. “I-I’m sorry for calling you a whore.” his nasally voice softer than the last time the two of you spoke. “I don’t accept the apology but thank you. That was uncalled for.” “You tried to fuck my best friend!!” his voice raises, causing the group to look over at you. “That doesn’t mean I'm a whore!!!” “I was upset!! I was just saying whatever rude thing popped in my head!! You’re not a band whore or slut and I'm sorry for saying it!!” you smile, You’re happy he apologized. He puts his arm around you and holds you close to him. Your bandmates burst into “awe"s or mock you both. But you ignore them.