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As many days before till now, Mikey still wanted to be rolled over by a train. His neck hurt like hell, though he couldn’t blame anyone but himself. When he’s in his stage persona, he goes wild, but he can’t help it. Music runs through his body with every note he plays, and all that power makes his vessel shake like a possessed. But no matter how many times he does it, he always suffers the pain, although some days are rougher. Aging comes with a price, he thinks.Once again, he was resting at the couch of the dressing room, rubbing his neck with the palm of his hands, trying to make it at least not so bad, since today’s show is about to begin in like, what? 40 minutes, maybe? Damn, he’s already thinking in all the painkillers he would be taking after.Suddenly, he hears behind him the door open and then closing, followed by walking footsteps approaching, while a voice says “There you are! I thought you were hanging out with the guys at the bar, but they told me they hadn’t see you. I kept asking but nobody knew where you were.” Josh makes a pause without a response back at him. “I’m thinking about changing a song or two from the setlist. To keep it interesting, you know? Some of them are always the same, and I want people to be surprised! The fans that do the whole tour with us, they could get bored, maybe. And I don’t want….” At this point, Michael really wasn’t listening anymore. He wanted to be alone and quiet for a reason, and now the big guy has ruined it. –God, sometimes he wishes Josh didn’t talk that much–.Meanwhile all the nonsense coming out of Joshua’s mouth, he continued focus on the movements on his neck with his eyes closed to avoid as much light as possible. After a moment that he perceived extremely silent, Michael opened his eyes and at one of his sides was popping in from behind him that radiant but unamused face looking directly into his eyes. “You didn’t hear a fucking word that I said, don’t you?”“You lost me when you intended for me to pay attention to you”.“Mr. Charming has woke up today with the wrong foot?” inquired Josh, lifting up and eyebrow.“C’mon, don’t bother me, not right now” said Mikey, using one hand to push away Josh’s face from his sight.Straighten up, he asked “hey, what’s wrong?” showing a bit of concern in his voice.“The thing is, that I still think I’m the ‘baby’ of the band and I keep doing all my stunts and then my body hurts horribly”.Michael hears a light laugh from behind. “Oi, don’t make fun of me, old man with squeaky knees”.“This old man could still beat the cockiness out of you” says, giving Mikey a punch on the shoulder, making him grunt and turn his head to watch Josh directly with a killing stare. Lifting up his hands as an apology sign, he says “Sorry. I can make it up to you. Spin around, sit straight” patting slightly on the same spot as before.Distrustful, the blonde looks forward and stands still on his spot in the couch. Then he feels Josh’s hands on both of his shoulder; the movements started gently and slowly but firm, that given a few minutes, Michael’s skin began to get warm under the touch. Then, they wandered downward on his arms. That felt really strange, he has never had a massage like this on those muscles, it’s given the sensation that they were made of clay. That caused a shiver to run through his body, but like a violent spasm. “That feels good, doesn’t it Mike?” asked Josh with a lascivious tone.Indeed, it felt so good, but good in a way that could lead into a problem. And the problem is, why the hell was he getting funny tickles on the inside on his friend touching him in a not remotely sexual way, but that he might be suggesting it? It’s not like Michael would protest against it. Let’s face it, he is well aware of how he gets around the red-haired and how much intense that sensation became through the years, but right now it wasn’t something he was prepare to confront. –Damn, his will is not that strong after all–. He began to move a little bit, uneased and trying to stay cool.But Josh was smarter. He knew all along although he never got the chance to prove it. So that’s the main reason he even suggested to give Mikey a massage, it was just a lame excuse to lay hands on him and see how he would react. He moves his hands up to Michael’s neck, rubbing his thumbs on the spine and surrounding the front of the neck with the rest of his fingers. And Mikey was fucked, now that Josh can feel his breathing.“This is supposed to make you relax. Breath with me, in… and out… come on, do it”. But Michael was already brain-dead from air deprivation, he can’t think anymore, the only thing on his head is Joshua’s hands all over him.Josh stops and lowers his hands on the shoulders, and he hunches down and forward to place a soft peck with his lips at the base of the neck, resting there. From Mikey’s mouth escapes a gasp that alarm himself, automatically lifting his right hand to cover it. –Well done, Shuman, now you are goddamn exposed–. Joshua uses the opposite hand to grab at it and takes it away from his mouth, resting both of their hand’s over Mike’s chest, and with his face still pressed against him, he says “Don’t. You are supposed to let the stress out. Give it away. I wanna hear you lose”. –Yes, right, he was really losing it–.“What are you doing, man?” questioned the blonde, breathing hardly. If he was going to let things go sideways, he needed to be sure of it.“I just want you to have a good time… But we need to hurry, I don’t know how much time we have, and in any moment the guys could come back and find you all wrecked up”.He didn’t need to hear anything else, so he took an impulse of stupidity and carried Josh’s hand to his groin. And the older doesn’t let a second go to waist, using it wide open to rub it against the partial erection. Josh’s right hand goes from Michael’s shoulder to his chest, getting under the tank top and resting on top of his heart –Oh, he will not pass that lie detector–.Michael was completely gone by now and letting out all kind of groans, moving his head away to give access to his neck –that still hurts, but right now he couldn’t care any less– while Josh leaves kisses all over it. He was squeezing really hard, moving his hand up and down over his clothed shaft.“Do you want more, Shoes?” asked Josh, getting his face away and trying to make eye contact, which Mikey olympically avoided.And since he was already going to hell, he complies. Without a word, he took his hands to his buckle belt and unlocked it, while Josh was trying to open up the trousers with one hand, so he desperately helps him, making their fingers entangled together. That itself was the most intimate thing than anything else.Once free from the restraining pressure of the fabric, Josh slips inside the underwear and take his dick out, now fully hard and already leaking precum, so he uses it to slide his hand easier and fast without too much friction. Every time Josh touches the head with his calloused fingertips, Mike moaned deep and a bit louder. Given the circumstances, if they didn’t want to get caught, Michael needs to keep it quiet somehow, but at the state he was right now it didn’t seem like an option. Josh adjusts his position from behind the coach, so he could have better access to the younger’s mouth. He crushed their lips together, but it wasn’t much of kissing, it was most like he engulfed all the sounds that the other was doing, and holding the back of his head to keep him close.Mikey lifts his left hand and lays it at Joshua’s face, scraping it with his stubble, the right hand goes to his cock, sliding both of their hands over the length.Although Michael felt to be in another galaxy that he would love to stay floating forever, he was well aware that there wasn’t much time, they have a show to play in God knows when, so he speeded up and increased the pressure on him. He was whining into Josh’s mouth, but the sounds were muted and they vibrated on the inside of the ginger’s throat.Just a moment passed by and Mikey was coming all over their hands and himself, leaving trails of cum on his front. He was in ecstasy and stayed still, trying to remember how to breathe his own air and not the one coming out of the other’s mouth.Josh lets him go and disappears behind him, heading towards to the clothes hanger rack. He came back and dropped a new clean tank top beside Mikey and another garment that he has never seen before, it looked like a headband with flowers and leaves attached to it. Suddenly he felt that Josh was yanking up at the hem of his shirt, he raises both of his arms so he can take it off. Then Josh tossed it straight to his face.“Clean yourself and get ready, you only got 10 minutes” he said, as he took again the other object he brought, “and you better be quite cool headed to remember how to play ‘Avon’. That’s the opening for tonight”. He disappeared again and while opening the door, he shouted “Troy! Where did you put my mask?! I saw you playing with it…”And just like that, he was gone, leaving Michael staring at a blank point in the room.