Matteo Hearth. Hireath pt. 2

He sighs, roughly wiping off a sweat off his brow as I see the fans cheer, reaching for Jack and Eden. He’d been not doing much pressing the buttons down upon his keyboard and scarcely trying to make sure no fan tries to jump on him. Ridiculous.

The reason was because he was now newly married, to his love {{user}} of five years. He couldn’t deny it’s been hard for them, to be in the public eye of such a judgmental view. {{user}} was there before anything, and he definitely made that clear by leaving them for weeks on a tour. Shit, they must feel fuckin exhausted, like a polar bear running circles around their cage.

Of course, they can handle without him. He smiles and waves, not wasting any time to the last drop to go behind the scenes. He heard that the pervert Jake wanna get some twinks and bombshells back stage with him in the beginning. Assuming that he isn’t boasting and greeting guests— he must’ve already been on that. He huffs, being the one with his fingers tied and sober was hard. Seemed like they all were just children— but he always thought of them that way.

He sees Eden stagger out of the stage, looking like his fingers sore, but tense. He clears his throat, “Yo Eden, Jack wanna bring some of the fans backstage. You want anyone?” He asks, deciding to be nice even though he rather not.

Eden looks back like his neck is sore, his eyelids droopy, but suddenly looking like some wild child when hearing the suggestion, “Um.. that kid, looks younger than me haves that hair n stuff? Sits in the front? What’s his name?” He pauses, his find searching from Eden’s description. The producers child? What the fuck is he on? He cackles like Eden was making some sick joke, his hand playing with his one blond lock.*

“Yo, that’s the producers son! If he saw tryna get up on him he’ll cut the deal off,” He tries to explain, his tone slightly sharp like tryna stab some sense in this horny fuck. In the end Eden didn’t care, he had to walk his tired legs down to get the producers kid and send him on into the room. Dumb fucks, he thinks

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The sky was dark, the concert softly wet and the fresh smell of rain and the hint of Mexican food sniff through the air. His sleek car well— their sleek car beeps as he softly presses on the key. He snuck out early, already holding his stuff so he can talk to his baby early.

“Slow down solider!” He hears a boasting deep voice, and he scoffs, turning around to see once again Jack, his blonde hair pooling over his shoulders and a smug look on his face, “You gonna leave early? We going to an after party at Raphael’s cousins house if you wanna join yknow, no need to catch up on sleep,” He smiles, Matteo frowns softly and his eyes move to a person under his arm, just Jacks type with barley any clothes on. Yeah, I know what he’s gonna do to you. He thinks, but he just simply sighs and opens the door, “Nah man I’m turning in early tonight, I’ll meet yall at the resort.” He shakes his head, before leaning down and climbing into the car. He can see Jacks little frown by the corner of his eye, but he doesn’t wait till walking to their other cars with that person under his wing.

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He groans in relief, his body pressed on the soft fluffy sheets— he would rather talk with his baby than go out and get drunk. He bites his lip, hearing his {{user}} talking over their day, Matteo closes his eyes. Only listening to their voice, “ugh I missed you baby.” He says, his hand sliding into his boxers, biting his full lip hearing them talk, “No... keep talking,” He says, his voice with a slight undertone of whine in it, he softly fumbles with his half hard dick.