Falling in Reverse

I balled my fist up, clenching my eyes shut. Calm down. Calm the fuck down! There's no need in getting so upset over Kennedy fucking Brock. He's just a fucking douche bag. He nothing to me.

I abruptly swung my fist forward, not caring that someone could hear from the bus. This is fucking ridiculous. I swear, if he thinks I'm done talking about this, well, he has another thing coming.

I can't believe he has the nerve to get mad at John for trying to man handle me, but no, it's alright for him to go and allow John to shove his dick up his ass.

He makes me sick.

"Whoah, Elijah, what's the problem?"

I spun around, setting my glare on Tim.

He instantly shrunk back, "Shit. What's got you pissed?"

"Why don't you ask your fucking guitarist- Oh wait." I paused, laughing bitterly, "Why don't you ask your singer who was fucking your guitarist?"

His gaped at me, his jaw falling open, "W-what? Are you fucking serious?!"

"Would I lie about this?" I crossed my arms

He offered me a sympathetic smile, his hand resting on my shoulder, "Don't worry about this. You should go inside while I take care of this.. er, situation."

I nodded stiffly, trudging past him.

Situation. Yeah, this is some fucked up situation.

I briskly jogged up the stairs, yanking the door handle open within a second. I ignored the bewildered faces and continued marching towards the back, diving into my bunk and proceeding to pull up the duvet.

As soon as I was from hearing distance, I could detect the sound of whispers starting to erupt. A deep sigh poured from my lips as tears began rolling down my cheeks.

Kill me now.

Kennedy

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I can't believe he ran from me! Does he know who I am?! He has some fucking guts to walk away from me when I'm talking.

Especially under the fucking circumstances. Does he honestly think I want John? Doesn't he already know I have what I want?!

If I wanted John does he think I would care two fucks about him? No, I wouldn't. But do I care about him? Yes I fucking do!

When I find him he is going to-

"Kennedy!"

My anger flared at the sound of Tim's annoyed voice. I slowly raised my gaze, narrowing my eyes as he stormed over, a determined look plastered to his face.

"Please tell me something." He began, glowering, "Why the fuck did our merch boy look like he could kill someone?!"

I swear, if he ran crying to- Wait. What? He was mad? He was mad? He was fucking mad?!

A small smirk began hinting around my lips, a plan already beginning to form into my head. This is great. Wait, this is more than great. This is fanfuckingtastic!

All I need-

"Kennedy!"

I snapped my head towards Tim, my smirk instantly faltering, "What?"

"Don't get sharp with me!" He warned, "This is some fucking nonsense. I'm only going to ask once, what the hell happened between you and fucking John?"

"Just what you said." I shrugged

"What?"

I rolled my eyes, sighing, "You said, "You and fucking John." That's what happened. I fucked John. No, wait, he fucked me."

"Why?!"

"Cause he can." I stuffed my hands in my pockets, "Listen, Tim. I don't really think this is much of your concern."

"My concern?" He exclaimed, "My guitarist is fucking my singer! How is this not my fucking concern?"

"I don't ask who you're fucking." I pointed out, huffing, "Tim, I've gotta go. I'll be right-"

"No. Don't even." He shook his head, "We're going to settle this right now! I'm going to get John and we're-"

I shrugged to myself, not giving two cents about his speech as I walked past him. My eyes narrowed as I glanced around, trying to spot Elijah in some way.

"Who you looking for?"

I snapped my attention to Vito, who was currently obnoxiously slurping a smoothie.

"Erm, Eli.."

"He ran inside." He explained, shrugging, "The kid looked pretty torn up about something."

Great. Now he's probably crying. Fuck my life. I quickly spun on my heel, shoving my hair out of my face as I stormed up the steps.

"Where's Elijah?" I demanded, crossing my arms

"Hey." Jared instantly jumped to his feet, "I don't think it's a good idea for you two to talk right now. He looked-"

"Where is he?" I snapped

He looked taken aback, an expression of disbelief replacing his features, "H-he's uh, in the back. In his bunk..."

I nodded, shoving past him and into the darkness. I sighed and stuffed my left hand in my pocket, sucking in a deep breath as I yanked the curtain back.

The sight before me caused my eyes to widen. I instantly rushed forward, a choked gasp managing to leave my lips.

"Elijah-"

He sat straight up, a rigid expression taking hold of his features, "G-go away!"

"Eli-"

"No!" He whimpered, shying away from my touch, "Go away! Please!"

I sighed, closing my eyes, "Elijah, please, let me-"

"I said to fucking go away!" He crossed his arms, huffing, "I don't wanna deal with your shit right now!"

"Well, you're gonna!" I snapped, brushing my hair back, "Just hear me out. I swear, it's-"

"Not what it looks like?" He laughed bitterly, "It's exactly what it looks like! You were letting John fuck you! Do you know how that makes me feel?"

"I'm sorry!" I exclaimed, waving my arms, "I didn't mean to let you find us like that!"

"How were you gonna tell me?" He sighed, rubbing his forehead, "Kennedy, that really hurt and shit. I can't believe- fuck."

"It shouldn't even matter to you.." I muttered under my breath

"What?" He narrowed his eyes, "It shouldn't fucking matter? It shouldn't fucking matter? Are you fucking crazy?! I really wish you would get abducted by Aliens right now!"

I clenched my hands into my, the anger starting to build up as he continued yelling at me, telling me what to do, telling-

"Shut the fuck up!" I hissed, shoving him backwards

He gasped, his head falling onto his pillow. I couldn't help but feel some sort of remorse at the sight of tears starting to rush down his cheeks.

"Y-you pushed m-me." He whimpered, ignoring my gaze

Aw fuck.

"Elijah." I sighed, rubbing my forehead, "Please-"

"Can you leave me alone?" He asked quietly

"What? Elijah, no-"

"Kennedy."

I gazed into his eyes, my heart starting to swell at the sight of his flushed cheeks. The tears that continued to cascade down them. The way his eyelids fluttered, attempting to fling the tears off.

I sighed softly, lifting myself up to his bunk. I tried to ignore the feeling of hurt that filled me as he scooted over, a look of fear etched across his perfectly sculpted features.

"Elijah." I murmured, lifting his chin up with my finger, "Please look at me."

He turned towards the side abruptly, nearly knocking me off in the process. I had to ignore the feeling of anger filling me, my eyes already beginning to turn cold.

"Elijah!" I snapped, quickly lifting my leg up and around him, "Look at me, now."

He raised his eyes, peering up at me through his lashes. My insides instantly turned to mush, my eyes softening at the mere sight of his innocent face.

"Elijah, baby," I murmured, straddling his lap, "Why were you so mad?"

"B-because!" He wiped his eyes, "He was f-fucking you!'

I smirked, a wave of confidence rushing through my veins. "Oh, so, you don't want him to be fucking me, right?"

"R-right..."

"Who do you want to fuck me?" I murmured, pressing my lips against his jaw

"N-nobody." He stammered, tilting his head back

"Oh really?" I purred, my hand trailing down to palm him through his pants, "Do you want me to do the fucking?"

"O-oh, god, yes, K-kennedy!" He groaned, his eyelids fluttering

"Do you want me to fuck you?" I raised my eyebrows

"I-I- uh- erm. Y-yes." He moaned, bucking his hips, "I-I want you to f-fuck me!"

I squeezed him tighter, his dick almost automatically hardening, "Do you want me to wrap my hand around your dick like this?"

He shuddered, his adams apple beginning to bobble up and down, "T-take my p-pants off."

"But honey." I murmured, "I thought you would realize by now, you don't tell me what to do. Especially when it comes to sex."

"A-alright." He nodded stiffly, biting his lip

I slowly lifted my hand, teasingly run my hand over his happy trail. My gaze fluttered to his eyes, his head tilted back in anticipation as I began to unbuckle his pants.

I began to slide his pants down, my arm purposely brushing against his throbbing member. He let out a low hiss, sucking in a deep breath.

"K-kenny." He whimpered, "P-please..."

Heat instantly rushed south at the sound of him begging, his hands wadding my shirt up. After slowly pushing down his underwear, I gripped him in my palm

"You're mine, do you got that?" I hissed, yanking on him

"O-oh g-god, yes, Kennedy!" He cried out

"Say it!" I ordered, pinching the tip of his dick between my fingers

"K-kennedy-"

"Say it!" I demanded, completely letting go of him

"I-I'm yours!" He shrieked, "I'm all f-fucking yours! J-ust please, do s-something!"

My face broke out into a wide grin, my mind start to stray at the thought of having the ability to do anything to Elijah.

My hands began trailing back down, beads of sweat beginning to form at my hairline. Alright. Calm down. This is what I want.

"Kenny!" He whined, grinding against me

A small groan fell past my lips, causing him to smile coyly. I began rolling my hips against him, causing friction between our dicks.

"T-take off your pants." He gasped, his hands running through my hair, "P-please, K-kenny?"

I sighed, lowering my head. "Elijah, I told you-"

"Please?" He begged, a pout forming around his lips, "I'll do a-anything."

"Anything?" I smirked, gripping my belt

"Anything." He nodded, shamefully hanging his head

"Hey, no." I cooed, pressing my lips against his, "There's nothing to be ashamed about. It only turns me on when you beg."

"R-really?" He stammered, fiddling with his fingers, "'Cause I-"

"I want to." I reassured him, wrapping my hands around his throbbing dick, "Just let me-"

"No, Kenny." He shook his head, blushing, "I- uh, want, to take c-care of you..."

My mouth fell open in disbelief, my mind still not processing what just came out of his mouth. I couldn't help but feel some remorse as he began squirming, obviously feeling uncomfortable at my gaping.

"Oh- Oh!" I nodded, scooting back, "Are you uh, sure?"

"Y-yeah." He bite his lip, rubbing the back of his neck

My eyes only widened further in amazement as he crouched down, his shaky hands taking a hold of my buckle. He slowly pulled it off, sliding my skinny jeans off my legs.

His eyes flickered up, meeting my anxious. "Y-you ready?"

"Elijah." I spoke softly, pressing my lips against his, "You don't have to do this. I was fine doing it myself."

"I-I-I want to."

"Okay." I shrugged, leaning my elbows up against the wall.

He sucked in a deep breath, his breath fanning across my member. I began taking in every aspect of his facial features. His nose, eyes, how his hair was brushed, the faint sprinkle of freckles that were scattered amongst his nose.

The way his eyebrows- Oh shit!

I tilted my head back, my mouth falling open, "Oh god, Elijah!"

He bit down on me, causing me to whine in protest. I bucked my hips before digging my hands into his hair, yanking on him.

"F-faster." I stammered, completely breathless

He grunted and began bobbing, threatening to swallow me whole. He slowly began nudging me with his tongue, his teeth grazing across my tender skin. He began swiveling it around, playing with the tip of my entrance.

I let out a shaky breath, my hands griping onto the sheets. He began sucking quicker, hollowing out his cheeks in the process, struggling to take in as much as he could.

"E-elijah." I gasped, "Yoo d-don't have to t-take so much!"

He offered a simple grunt in response, his hands trailing up to fondle my balls. My eyes began rolling back in pleasure, the feeling of attention leaving my system.

“E-elijah,” I panted.

He finally lifted his head, allowing his hand to move where his mouth had once been, gently using his thumb to replace his tongue. I smiled as I realized he was fighting the urge to meet my gaze.

"Y-yeah?" He stammered, breathless. I could feel myself get completely hard again as my eyes traced over his worn out body. His cheeks were rosy as his chin had small droplets of precum rolling down.

“I-I'm close,” I breathed out.

He stared for a moment before lowering his face, quickly taking it into his mouth. He slid his head back, carefully swirling around the shaft, feeling as much of it as he could. My mind wondered into complete bliss, forgetting about the members of the band not being more than a few feet from us.

I gasped as the urge to release filled my mind, getting rid of any other thoughts. I weaved my hands through his think hair, gripping it.

“Elijah!” I cried out, half expecting him to stop. He didn't. He continued to suck as hard as he could until my steady spurts ended. He carefully slid his tongue around the softened erection, sure to clean it off, before sliding it out of his mouth with a low pop.

I slumped back against the wall, wiping my face to only find it clammy. I glanced down to meet his flushed face covered with my cum. I chuckled and crawled over to him, pressing my mouth against his.

"I love you so fucking much." I murmured against his lips.

"You better love somebody, 'cause you're going to need help getting out of this fucking mess."

My blood instantly ran cold.