"You want that one?" I asked Conor as he skimmed through the songs on the Muse album. He nodded his head and put it softly into my hands. "Want anything else?" I asked.

"I'll take a look." He shrugged his shoulders, wandering off, making a blush creep up onto my cheeks.

Conor made me smile, made my heart blossom and flutter. Was it any wonder I loved him?

He scavenged for another vinyl and eventually came across one. The killers greatest hits. Have to say, I liked them myself, but heard Conor humming some of their songs sometimes. He handed it too me gently, and I took it to the front desk were a young man sat.

His hair was in a black beanie and he had brownish hair. Sturdy, but thin. Lanky for sure. He stood up and didn't bother saying anything. He wore a small black shirt and black jeans, making him look like some sort of horror film. I gave him the money and left with Conor's hand in mine.

————

"My particles, I will for you." I stood away from the microphone as the crowd cheered. My ears hurt, my head was banging and my eyes were watering. Phil, Joe, Price and Dom stood beside me as the crowd clapped, cheered and some looked to be crying.

"Thank you all!" I shouted into the microphone before walking away.

Emotionally, it was amazing to see so many people at the last show, to have them singing and dancing to every song we played. A smile emerged from my face.

Dom followed me out and stopped me. "I love you."

"I love you too." I said, shorter than him. His soft lips perfected on my forehead before raising the bottom of my chin to his lips. I forced my lips upon Doms soft ones, indulging every inch of them.

"Stop, this will just carry on. Come on get a beer." Joe said, making wise of what was happening, and he was right, it would've led to more. Dom kissed me once more before heading to the tour bus, grabbing a beer on my way out. I caressed his hand with my thumb gently. Dom looked back and smiled, rushing me carelessly towards the bus as I tried to keep the beer from flowing everywhere.

"Guys! Hurry! We have a plane to catch!" Phil shouted, his head poking out of the bus. Dom just sighed before dragging me faster towards the massive bus that we called home.

--------------------------------------

I pushed Conor on the bed harder, my lips attaching to his neck. His breathing was ragged, hard to recognise his moan over my hands roaming his glorious body. His hands were on my chest, keeping me on a balance as I was losing my mind over his scent. Conors head arched his body back to grant me more access to his pale neck, now covered in bruises. His back was arched, trying to close the aching gap between us.

My dick was on for it. I needed him and wanted him, but he was fragile, and shy, so I'd leave that for my dominant side and his submissive side when he's ready.

He itched for my belt buckle, struggling to find the prise he was looking for. "Not now, baby. Maybe another time." I said, then a sudden turn made me the one on the bottom. Conors lips attacked my lips violently before trailing down to my neck. They were like cotton on my neck, turning me on even more when his tongue swiped across the lump in my throat. I gulped and he kissed me again before raising his cold hands up my shirt.

The guys would have never heard us. They had music blasting upfront and we were in the back room getting out hot messes out. The bus came to a stop but our kissing didn't.

"Sorry!" Phil shouted and he walked back outside the empty back room. A laugh came from Conor, followed by a laugh from myself. We only had our shirts off, it wasn't like it would haunt Phil forever. I threw my shirt on handing Conor his in the process. We were at the airport ready to head home back home for a few months thankfully.

We deadly all sat on the airport floor, a few yards of the gate we were going out at. Conor was curled up in a ball beside me, snoring his head off. His head was laying cozily on my shoulder and his fingers twirled in mine behind my back. All the seats were unfortunately taken, as many flights were delayed.

"How long will it be till we're on?" Joe asked Price.

"Within the next hour or so." Price replied, handing our boarding passes and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I couldn't wait any longer to be in Conors apartment, warmed up as he laid up against him. I felt remorseful for Conor, he just couldn't get a comfy position to sleep in. I pulled his closer so he was nearly laying across me. A laid out, small smile came from him and he snuggled to my legs more, before kissing my hand, making my cheeks go on fire.

Hey! Thank you for reading this chapter and please vote! I can't wait for the next few chapters as there will be heartbreak, accidents, and tears. Thank you again!