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Everybody’s eyes are on Awsten, and he fucking loves it.
If there’s one thing about Awsten, he loves attention. He wouldn’t be able to function without it. Maybe that’s why he’s just came off after whoring himself out on stage, glistening with sweat, wearing that mesh top Geoff loves so much under his Carhartt overalls.
Geoff’s eyes haven’t left Awsten since he walked out of the dressing room two minutes before they were due on stage. People definitely noticed, he’ll see it on his Twitter feed later, but he just couldn’t help it. Awsten looked so good, it made his head spin. Even on stage, he couldn’t stop raking his eyes over the bits of exposed pale skin, over Awsten’s arms, his collarbones, thoughts running wild with sinking his teeth in there.
When he got off stage, he was buzzing with energy and Geoff could tell he was fishing for a compliment. Winking at one of the security guards suggestively, grabbing Otto’s waist as he snuck by him, leaning his head on Lucas’ shoulder. It was driving Geoff insane, and by the way Awsten glanced over to him with every move, he knew it.
They’re all sitting on the greenroom couch when he says it.
“Alright, I’m turning in for the night” He announces, slapping Lucas’ thigh as he pushes himself to his feet. Geoff feels his stomach bubble with jealousy at the touch.
“Already?” Otto asks.
“Yeah, ‘m tired” He mumbles, rubbing at his eyes as if that’ll convince him.
“I’ll come with” Geoff says, standing up to follow Awsten. “Night guys”
Awsten waves and heads to the door, Geoff close on his heels, but still slow enough to hear the way Lucas whispers “Did you see that? They’re definitely fucking”
The walk to the bus is silent, but thick with want, thick with anticipation. Even in the short walk to the bus, cool night air whipping against them, he still can’t bring himself to look away.
Awsten punches in the code to the bus, hopping up the steps eagerly. The bus is deserted, just the two of them like Geoff had been dreaming about all night. The door shuts behind them with a soft hiss, Awsten barely makes it a couple steps forwards before Geoff is catching his wrist, tugging him back.
“What?” Awsten gasps, as if it was ripped out of him.
“You know what” Geoff hisses. “What the fuck was that?”
“What did I do?” Awsten asks, feigning innocence. He bats his eyelashes at Geoff and it takes everything in him not to bend him over right then and there.
“You saw the way they all looked at you” Geoff says, hand leaving Awsten’s wrist to clamp rough against his jaw. “Like you were something they could take”
“I was just performing, Geoff” He answers. “I can’t help how they look at me”
“You were whoring yourself out” Geoff snaps. “Not just to the crowd, to every fucking security we passed, to Otto and Lucas even”
“You’re jealous” Awsten spits out.
“Of course I am, you’re too pretty, too tempting. I want you to say it” Geoff says, low. “Who do you belong to?”
Awsten looks away, refusing to meet his eyes. Geoff firms his grip on Awsten’s jaw.
“Say it” He urges.
“You,” Awsten whispers. “I’m all yours”
Geoff pulls him in for a deep, dirty kiss, one that he’d dreamt about all night, one that he’d been starving for. Awsten gasps, soft and desperate, whimpering underneath his touch. His knees almost buckle with how weak they are, with how powerless Geoff makes him.
Once Geoff pulls away, Awsten makes a small, disappointed noise in the back of his throat.
“Are you gonna be good and remind me who you’re here for?” Geoff asks, eyes dark.
Awsten swallows and nods eagerly, ready to take whatever Geoff was going to give him. Geoff backs up and drops down on the couch, eyes raking over Awsten’s frame.
“Kneel” Geoff commands.
He sinks to his knees instantly, heat blooming low in his stomach. Awsten looks up at Geoff with those big eyes that Geoff is almost always finding himself falling into. He tilts Awsten’s chin up further with the toe of his black army boots before nudging Awsten’s thighs open.
“So good for me” Geoff hums. “Since everyone wanted you back there, you’re gonna prove who actually gets you”
Awsten cheeks flush hot. “Geoff..”
“You know what to do” He says, and Awsten hates that he does.
Awsten spreads his knees across the tour bus floor, positioning himself to straddle Geoff’s boot. The leather is cold and rough at first, but it sends chills up his spine. Awsten’s hands fly up to Geoff’s thighs, gripping hard to steady himself. He begins to move, rolling his hips slow and tentatively.
“Look at you” Geoff rasps, threading his fingers into Awsten’s dyed hair. “Getting yourself off on my shoe. If they could see you like this…”
His thrusts become faster, more desperate as the pressure builds. His hips stutter as a low groan is pulled out of his mouth. Awsten drops his forehead against Geoff’s knee, gasping as his hips jerk forwards, the friction blooming into white-hot heat. He breathes out a shaky, desperate moan.
“Good boy, such a good little whore for me” Geoff praises, only making Awsten work harder. “Using me so nicely, so pretty baby”
His hips roll harder, the leather dragging against him with each moment, sending shocks up his spine. His thighs tremble as he rocks against the boot. Some crazy part of him bends down, licking up the laces up to Geoff’s knee, relishing in the feeling of the fabric on his tongue.
“Head up” Geoff commands. “I want to see the look on your face, making a mess all over my boot”
Awsten’s head snaps up as a whine escapes his lips. He pants, broken and needy.
“Fuck, Geoff–” He stammers out, moaning.
Geoff tugs at his hair, making him whimper. “Say who you’re doing this for”
“You” Awsten gasps. “Only you, fuck. Geoff, I’m–”
Geoff’s hand comes down to cup his cheek, thumb brushing against his jaw. “Come on, baby. Finish, give it to me”
Awsten’s body wracks with pleasure as he cums, the sound he makes is needy and wrecked as his eyes roll. He shudders against Geoff’s boot as he continues to grind on the leather, through the aftershocks. He shudders before collapsing forwards against Geoff with a soft cry.
He slumps against Geoff, weak and still tremoring, chest rising and falling as he struggles to catch his breath. Geoff’s hands are on him immediately, gripping the back of his shirt and pulling him off of his boot and into his lap.
“Easy, honey,” He says softly. “I got you”
Awsten curls his head into the crook of Geoff’s neck, wrapping his arms around him sleepily. He lets out another shaky exhale into Geoff’s ear.
Geoff’s hands find his waist, and then his back, rubbing small circles. “You did so good for me”
His breath comes in, still shaky and unsteady. Geoff holds him through it all, every little noise and tremble.
“Do you need water, sweetheart?” Geoff questions quietly, his thumb finding the back of his neck. Awsten nods lazily against him.
Geoff reaches over for the half-full bottle on the seat, uncapping it with one hand, and guiding it to Awsten’s lips. Awsten took a few small sips before slumping back against Geoff’s chest, utterly spent.
“Did I.. do okay?” Awsten mumbles, blinking up at him with dazed eyes.
Geoff smiles and presses a kiss to his cheek and then to his temple. “You were so perfect, princess”