Featuring:When Alex is struggling to find time to write a song, Austin and the rest of the team get impatient. A whole month had passed since Austin’s viral song and my viral meltdown, but we hadn’t written anymore since. However, we had become much closer friends - although we hadn’t had sex again. I could never find the confidence to bring it back up. I thought it was going to be a one night stand and now he’s one of my best friends. I was wearing a red top with a sleeveless white jacket and a pair of dark grey shorts. I was currently talking to a customer at the Sonic Boom shop, while Austin and Dez were using banjos to play badminton. The shuttlecock kept flying over our heads as I talked to the lady about this violin. “This violin was made of the finest maple wood. It was hand carved- Argh, excuse me a sec.” I told the lady. “Would you two knock it off!” I snapped at Austin. He was wearing a purple v-neck under a purple and white chequered shirt and a pair of jeans. “Hey, we’re not complaining that you’re working right in the middle of our banjo badminton court.” Austin defended. “We’d rather make a video but somebody hasn’t finished writing the song yet.” Dez mentioned. “I’m busy working!” I argued. “Fine, then we’re busy badmintoning. Game point!” Dez exclaimed before swinging the banjo but missing and smashing it into the counter, destroying it. “Would you like to pay cash or should put it on your tab?” I asked. “Put it on my tab.” He answered. “Okay.” I said before pulling out the huge scroll that was like a meter long, which was also his tab. My Dad then wandered into the shop. “Well, I’m off to the accordion convention and ‘accordion’ to my watch, I should’ve left an hour ago.” He said, making Dez and only Dez laugh. “Well, dude, you’re in charge. The store looks a little crowded, you sure you’re okay?” Dad asked. “Actually, Dad, I-“ “Glad to hear it! Bye bye!” He said before leaving. Chaos quickly hit the store as I tried to keep up with all the customers. “Guess who got a job at The Yo-Yo Cart?” Trish declared as she walked into the store after I assured a man this wasn’t the Eye Doctor’s. She was wearing a blue shirt under a dark blue apron with the logo printed on it. “Watch this!” She said. Trish began to do a trick with the Yo-Yo but we could easily tell it was getting dangerous, so Austin, Dez and I all ducked under the counter. When we finally looked over, we saw she was tangled in the Yo-Yo string. “Hold on, urgh… It’s my first day and… Probably my last.” Trish scoffed. “So, Alex, have you finished writing Austin’s new song?”
“Almost. I’ve been doing a fuck ton of things at the moment, though. With work and school and book club - I have to read this by tomorrow.” I said before taking out a giant book and dropping it onto the counter with a loud thud. “Tomorrow?! Of what year?” Austin half laughed. “Well, we need a song. We can’t make a video without a song.” Dez told me. “Oh, whatever, at least I’m not spending my free time training to eat a 20 pound burger.” I argued. “You’re just jealous.” Dez said before holding up his trophy. “Alex, if we don’t get the video on the website quick, people are gonna forget who Austin is.” Trish told me. “Seriously, it’s been a whole month since the last video.” Dez added. “Guys, cut Alex some slack! A month isn’t that long. It’s pretty hard to forget Austin Moon.” Austin said, giving me an assuring smile. “Hey! It’s Raphie Hayes from the dog food commercials!” A girl with her friend said, spotting Austin. “Dog food commercial? Alex, you have to finish that song now!” Austin told me. “Fucking fine!” I blurted out, scribbling down some of the final lyrics on a notepad, then throwing it at Austin. “See? That wasn’t so hard.” Austin smiled. “No way! It’s the guy who won the 20 pound hamburger contest!” The girl said, going over to Dez. “Can I have an autograph?” “Sure, turn around.” Dez said. The girl turned around and instead of taking out a marker, Dez brought out a ketchup bottle and squirted his autograph on the back of her jacket. “Ewwwww….” Later, Austin was watching the dog food commercial on the TV in the store - the guy in it did look a lot like him, just brunette and curly. “I can’t believe it! That guy looks nothing like me!” Austin complained. “This dog food is horrible!” Dez grimaced after eating it from a bowl in front of him. “We have to do this video soon. I don't want to be remembered as the guy who looks like the guy who sells horrible tasting dog food.” Austin sighed. “Guess who got a job at the Laundr-O-mat!” Trish announced, coming in, holding an item of clothing in a transparent bag. “What happened to your job at the yo-yo cart? It's literally been less than two hours.” I laughed. “It's a long, complicated story.” Trish said. “You got fired?” I guessed. “Huh... I guess it wasn't that long, or complicated.” Trish chuckled. “Check out this awesome jacket I brought.” “What for?” I asked. “The music video.” Trish smiled. “Trish, this belongs to someone, doesn't it?” I reminded her. “Yeah, some big, brawny, biker guy called FacePuncher.” Trish nodded. “FacePuncher? You took a jacket from a guy named... FacePuncher?” I stammered. “Faceee puunncheerrr!” Austin said as he slo-mo punched Dez who also played along. “Don't worry about it, Alex. He'll never know. He's not picking his jacket up till 8.” Trish reasoned. “Why do we have to have a jacket?” Austin frowned. “It's a lyric in Alex's song.” Trish took out my notes. “'My jacket.'” She read out. “My jacket? No, no, it's 'I like it.'” I corrected her. “No, It's ‘I like kangaroos.” Dez corrected me. “I like it when you kangaroo! I like it when you kangaroo!” He sang. “Why would I write 'I like when you kangaroo'?” I frowned. “I don't know, they're your lyrics.” Dez shrugged. “They're not my lyrics. My handwriting was trashy because everybody kept rushing me.” I argued. “Whatever, I think Austin rocking that jacket with a kangaroo would be awesome.” Dez smiled. “I dunno. I'm starting to think we need to come up with a better idea.” Austin shrugged as I tried to return to my cash register post. “I was hoping you wouldn't say that...” Dez sighed. “Somebody order a kangaroo?” A man said, coming in with a kangaroo at his side! So, we had a kangaroo in my practice room, everybody was moving anything that could be a choking hazard to the animal and I couldn't believe what was happening but... “Aww, I gotta admit... He's pretty cute.” I chuckled. “Aww, and it just shat in my practice room!” “Woah, woah, not so fast. We don't know if it was the kangaroo. Trish was in here earlier.” Dez pointed out. “I will smack those freckles right off your face.” Trish said with a smile, making Dez clutch at his face in panic. “What is this kangaroo gonna do in my video, besides poop?” Austin sighed. “He can play base?” Dez shrugged. “Awe, that's a great idea!” Austin beamed before picking up a guitar. “Hey buddy...” He said, slowly walking towards the kangaroo. “Wanna play some guitar?” “Austin...” I began but suddenly, the kangaroo kicked. But not Austin, the guitar. It flew out of his hands, went soaring through the air before smashing out of the window. “I think he'd rather play drums.” Austin said, nervously. “The WINDOW!” I cried out, running over to it. “The JACKET!” Trish saw that the kangaroo had begun nibbling on it. “The DOOR!” Dez yelled. “What's wrong with the door?” Austin frowned. “I just thought we were naming stuff in the room.” Dez shrugged. “No! The kangaroo is chewing FacePuncher's jacket!” Trish panicked. Dez tried to pick up the jacket but the kangaroo held onto it tightly. Soon, the red head and the hopper were tug of war-ing it, for like a good 20 seconds. The kangaroo was even kicking the air, which scared me. Suddenly, Dez removed it from the kangaroo's grip, along with his own, and FacePuncher's jacket also flew through the air and fell into this big bucket. Trish rushed over and pulled it out, but it was covered in this brown goo. “What is this?!” She cried. “It's caramel.” Dez answered. Trish dropped the jacket in horror. “Caramel? Why??” Trish whined. “Well when I was reading Alex’s writing I wasn't sure if he wrote caramel or camel. So I just got both.” Dez answered. “You ordered a camel too?!” I panicked. “Err... No...” Dez lied. “Did somebody order a camel?” A man asked, opening the door. Dez quickly shut the door on him. “We've got to fix this mess before my Dad gets back.” I groaned. “We have to fix the jacket! FacePuncher's coming back at 8! I could lose my job! Which I don't care about... But still! He might face punch me!” Trish said, terrified. “And somebody's gonna have to mop up all this Trish-poop.” Dez sighed. “Keep it up, and somebody's gonna have to mop up all your freckles.” Trish threatened. “My freckles are my friends! Can you say that about your poop?!” Dez argued before storming off out the room, being followed by an angry Trish. “So what about my video?” Austin pouted. “Can we worry about something other than your career for one minute?” I snapped. “I barely have a career. If you hadn't taken a whole month to write a new song, maybe I wouldn't be known as the dog food guy.” Austin argued. “Oh are you serious? You're gonna blame me because you’re not as famous as you used to be?” I asked, getting angry. “No, of course not. I'm just saying, maybe if you had written a song faster then maybe... Actually... Y'know what? Now that I'm saying this out loud, I think that is what I was saying.” Austin realised. “I can't just spit out a song anytime you want me to, unless you want them to be crap.” I growled. “Well when you do, maybe you should write it so we can actually read it this time.” Austin added. “You are being such a dick, I cannot believe it!” I said, heart beating fast with rage. “You’re being the dick! We wrote a song in one night and now you can’t write another for a whole month?” Austin said. “We were lucky that night that I could!” I said, blushing as I remembered. “Maybe we need to recycle those song writing methods.” Austin mentioned. “What do you mea-?” But before I could finish, Austin gripped me by the shirt and pulled me into a kiss. Austin pushed me backwards until I was pinned against the wall as he began aggressively kissing me. He pushed my white jacket off my shoulders as my hands were feeling up his body. “Wait, wait, Austin… We can’t do this when there’s a kangaroo right there.” I reasoned. It was kinda just sitting on the floor, chilling. “I don’t mind an audience.” Austin said, taking off his chequered shirt and then resuming the kiss. I wasn’t sure how I felt about having sex with a kangaroo in the same room, but as I felt Austin’s hand go down under my shorts and feel my ass I couldn’t bring myself to stop him. I grabbed his purple v-neck and pulled it over his head, leaving him shirtless. I immediately took one of his nipples in my mouth, making him grip my hair. As I sucked on the nub, I removed my white, sleeveless jacket. “Fuck yeah, that’s right… I knew you wanted it… Lemme fuck some inspiration into you…” Austin growled, unbuttoning his jeans and then letting them fall to his ankles, along with his briefs. His long, already hard cock was freed. I didn’t even think about it before going down to my knees. I saw the kangaroo behind him lay down on the floor, peacefully. So, I opened my lips and took his cock into my mouth. It had been way too long since the last time. “Ohhh yeaaaah, Alex…” Austin purred as I began bobbing my head up and down his shaft. His fingers gripped my hair tightly as I tasted his delicious meat. I looked up at him and watched his face filled with pleasure. “Fuck that feels really good, Alex…” Austin groaned. I continued doing my best to use the tricks I learned from the internet, wanting to make him moan a bit louder. I swirled my tongue around the cock and flicked it across the piss slit, which made him roll his head back in pleasure. “Shit, I missed your mouth…” Austin purred, thrusting into my mouth and making me gag slightly. “Damn, that was hot…” Austin smirked before doing it again, making me choke on his cock. I came off it, coughing and spluttering. “Shit, Austin, I’m still new to this.” I reminded him. “There’s just something so hot about you choking on it.” He admitted, stroking his cock in front of me. “I’ll make it up to you. Stand up.” He instructed me and like an obedient dog, I did as he asked. Our lips crashed together again, the moment they could reach each other. His hands were soon gripping my red top and pulling it over my head. “Let’s not wait so long before we do this again, yeah?” Austin smirked, beginning to unbutton my shorts. “Completely agree.” I nodded before he let my shorts and boxers fall to my ankles. “Now get on your hands and knees.” Austin instructed me. I just nodded before getting into position for him, facing away from him. “Ohhh yeaaah, that’s what I wanted.” Austin said, going down to his own knees whilst giving my ass a squeeze. I felt him part my cheeks before almost immediately burying his face into me. “Oh fuck, Austin…” I gasped, feeling his tongue hungrily lick me out. The warm, wet organ explored my hole as his hands held my cheeks apart. I could hear him slurping and sucking inside me, making me moan pathetically in my own practice room - thankfully not disturbing the potentially dangerous animal. “Gonna fuck you so hard…” Austin’s muffled voice said before giving my asscheek a slap. “Oh God, yeah, Austin… I want it so bad…” I blurted out. “Don’t suppose you got lube in here?” Austin asked, pulling his head out of my ass. “In the practice room?” I frowned as I straightened up, shuffling his knees closer. “I dunno what you get up to in here.” Austin said with a smirk, slapping his cock against my ass. “Well, I don't.” I told him. “Spit again, then.” Austin half laughed before spitting on his hand and rubbing it into his cock. “Ready for some creativity?” Austin asked, as I felt the tip of his cock at my hole. “Give it to me, Austin.” I nodded. I soon felt him slowly enter me and the familiar burning sensation that I had felt before. My knuckles went white as I tried to grip the floorboards, feeling Austin fill me more and more. “Y-You okay?” Austin asked, hands now placed on my hips. “Yeah… Don’t stop…” I nodded. “Still feels so fucking good, holy shit…” Austin groaned, before his balls pressed against my ass. “Fuck, you’re big…” I whimpered. “Yeah, baby, you like it?” Austin groaned, starting to thrust his hips back and forth. “Mmmm yeaaaah… Yeah, you feel so good inside me, Austin…” I groaned, feeling him slide in and out of me. He began picking up speed, thrusting into me harder and faster as the kangaroo seemed to be sleeping behind us. “Oh yeaaah, Alex… Fuck… I’ve wanted to do this for so long…” Austin grunted. “Fuck, me too, Austin… Fuck my ass!” I moaned, listening to his balls slap against my skin. “Yeah, you need me to fuckstart that brain of yours!” Austin smirked before leaning down and kissing my shoulder. “Mmmm yeah, I do, Austin… I fucking need your cock…” I muttered, feeling his heavy breath on my skin. “I don’t think I’m gonna last much longer, Alex...” Austin warned me, reaching around and stroking my cock for me. “Mmm fuck I’m close too, Austin…” I muttered. “That’s it, baby, cum for me…” Austin whispered into my ear before biting on it. I couldn’t hold back any longer. “Argh fuck! I’m cumming! Ohhh fuckkk!” I moaned loudly, shooting my load onto the floor and into Austin’s hand. “Oh my God, that’s so hot…” Austin said when I finished, before leaning back and bringing his hand up to lick my cum, whilst still fucking me. “I’m gonna cum, you ready for it?” Austin grunted, going hard and fast, gripping my hips again. “Oh fuck yes, Austin! Give it to me!” I begged. “Oh fuck yeaaaah! Mmmmm fuckkkk!! Take it, Alex!” Austin moaned loudly, unloading deep inside me. When he was done, he pulled out and we both collapsed onto the floor. We were panting, catching our breaths in silence. I really did miss that. Having sex with Austin was literally the most amazing experience I ever had. However, I did have a lot of shit to deal with, such as a kangaroo. “So… Did that get your head full of song ideas? Or do you need to go another round?” Austin asked, rolling on top of me and kissing me. “Austin… I… We shouldn’t have done that. We gotta sort everything out.” I told him, pushing him off me. There was too much chaos to ignore. “Are you saying you didn’t enjoy it?” Austin asked, as I got up. I grabbed a couple tissues and wiped down the cum off the floor and on my body. “Of course I enjoyed it. But right now, we have a kangaroo in the store, a broken window and I’m supposed to be watching the store.” I reasoned, pulling my shorts up. “But… My song?” Austin pouted, also getting up. “Oh for fuck’s sake!” I rolled my eyes, putting my shirt and jacket on before leaving the room. “There's gotta be a way of cleaning this jacket!” Trish was saying as I came down the stairs to the main shop. She was by the counter with Dez as they looked at it in dismay. “Don’t you work at a dry cleaners?” I reminded her as Austin soon came out of the practice room too, dressed and fixing his hair. “Riiight! I bet there's some sort of jacket-cleaning-machine!” She gasped. “I'd better go with you. You boys watch the store. I'll call my friend Mark and try to have him fix the window. Because if Dad comes home and sees this mess, I'm fucked.” I warned them. “And if I don't fix FacePuncher's jacket, I'm fucked.” Trish added. “And if we don't get a good video on the site soon, my whole career is fucked.” Austin said, giving me a look. “I can't believe him!” I was complaining as I helped Trish scrub the caramel off FacePuncher's jacket in the dry cleaning shop, with not much luck. “The fact he expects me to dedicate every minute of my life to his career and cancel everything else is ridiculous. And even if I did, it still takes time to write a good song. It's not something I can just whip up.” I went on. Despite my anger, feeling his load still inside me was such a turn on. “He needs to understand that rushing you won't help anything.” Trish agreed. “Exactly. See? You understand that-” “Now hurry up and fix the jacket! We don't have all day!” Trish panicked. We were there for such a long time, and everything I was using would backfire. “Urgh! This stupid caramel! Everything I try to use just ends up sticking to it!” I whined, showing Trish the various cleaning products that were stuck to it. Then, the door was opening. “That's FacePuncher!” Trish squeaked. She took the jacket off me and threw it to the floor as he came over. A long haired man made of muscles with biceps on show, the size of melons with tattoos decorating his skin. “I'm here for my jacket.” He stated. “Um... You're FacePuncher? You don't look like a FacePuncher...” I half laughed, nervously, as I looked at the scary man up and down. “Maybe a hand holder, or a hug giver?” I smiled but FacePuncher only hissed in response. “No hugs, then.” “Err... You're early. The jacket's not supposed to be ready till 8.” Trish said, also nervous. “No, this note says NOW!” He said, slamming the paper onto the counter. “Ohh, would you look at that... You're right... I misread the ticket.. Aha, well I'm a horrible employee, ask anybody.” Trish half laughed before looking at me. “She wouldn't be that bad if she just applied her strengths to-” “Alex!” “She is the worst!” I corrected myself. “I'll be back at 8!” FacePuncher said, snatching the ticket back off of Trish. “It better be ready. Otherwise you'll be keeping Mad Dog waiting. And Mad Dog hates waiting.” FacePuncher warned us before leaving through the door. “Phew! That was close.” Trish sighed. “Close? We only bought a few more hours. And he'll be bringing Mad Dog with him.” I pointed out. “You're right. Well, let's use this super duper washing machine.” Trish decided, going to put the jacket inside the appliance. “Trish, you said you hadn't been trained to use it yet.” I reminded him. “Oh, how hard can it be?” Trish said, before shutting the circular door and hitting a bunch of buttons. “There’s a lotta anxiety farts happening right now.” I groaned before the bell was rung at the counter. “I'll be right with you!” Trish called out. We turned to see who was trying to get our attention... But... It was the kangaroo! It was at the counter. We both looked at it in horror. “You see the kangaroo too, right?” “Uh huh...” I nodded as it began chewing on some receipt paper. Trish and I burst through the practice room door to find it completely wrecked. Within the mess was Austin and Dez. “You won't believe what happened!” Austin began. “The kangaroo ran away!” I blurted out. “Huh, you're good at this game.” Austin half laughed. “How could you lose a kangaroo?!” Trish scowled at Dez. “I was trying to place a camera in it's pouch but I accidentally stepped on it's tale while it was in a deep sleep. For whatever reason, it just freaked out.” Dez explained. “Why would you try to attach a camera to a fucking kangaroo?!” I questioned. “Because we're trying to make a video. Are me and Dez the only ones who care about my career anymore?” Austin complained. “I still care about your fucking career, Austin. I'm just not gonna overreact because one person didn't know who you were.” I snapped. Then a door opened and in came Mark, the window repair man. “Hey Alex, I got your- WOAH! Your Ralphy Hayes from the dog food commercial!” Mark gasped once seeing Austn. “I'm not the dog food guy...” Austin groaned. “Hey, Mark, can you fix the window before my Dad gets back?” I asked. “Don't worry, I've fixed a lot of windows befo- WOAH! That window is really broken! You're in so much trouble! This is really bad! This is bad!!” Mark suddenly panicked. “Calm down Mark! How much is this going to cost?” I asked. “Ah, probably not that- WOAH! This is gonna cost a lot and it's double pane glass. I gotta get it custom built and then I've gotta park up and it's so hard to park in this place and until-” Mark was rambling before Trish grabbed his shirt and pulled him close. “HOW MUCH IS IT GOING TO COST?!?!” She shouted. Mark scribbled it down into the paper, ripped it out and gave it to Trish who gave it to me. “It can't be that bad- WOAH, THIS IS BAD, THIS IS BAD!!” I cried, seeing the numbers. I was downstairs with Austin, we were both stressing about the amount of shit that had happened in the past few hours. “Ergh, I can't wait for this mess to be over so we can get back to shooting my video. Some old lady just asked me to get a picture with her dog.” Austin complained. “I hope you charged her 500 dollars for it. Because that's what we need to fix the window.” I sighed. Suddenly, Dez came in through the door, dropping some food along the way. “What are you doing now?” I asked. “Leaving a trail of mangos, croutons and fish sticks.” Dez told me. “Everybody knows that's what attracts kangaroos.” Suddenly, a llama came wandering into the building. “Oh wait, no, that's how you attract a llama. Urgh!” Dez face palmed. “Hang on... The kangaroo's got your video camera, right? Isn't it synced to our computers?” Austin remembered. “Yes! We can see the live footage feed to see where he is.” Dez realised. We rushed over to a piano where Dez got out his laptop. He soon opened it up and we could see chaos from the point of view of the kangaroo: People were screaming, running away, or paralysed in fear. It was jumping around, chasing random people, making them sprint for their lives. “That's in the food court!” I noticed the boys. “I'm coming kangaroo!!” Dez yelled out, holding his laptop and running out the store, just as Trish walked in. “Guess who just solved all of our problems?!” Trish asked. “You did?” I chuckled. “Man, Alex, how are you so good at this game?” Austin chuckled. I looked back at Trish, ignoring him. “An hour from now, Austin's going to perform a song at the store. I've already sold 100 tickets at 6 bucks a piece. Here's 500 bucks.” She then handed me the cash. “Holy shit... Wait, that should be 600...” I frowned. “What? I needed a new purse to carry all the money in.” Trish reasoned. “Well, whatever, this is great. We can fix the window.” I smiled. “Seriously? 100 people bought tickets to come see me?!” Austin gasped. “Yep. 7 bucks a piece.” Trish nodded. “You said 6.” I said. “What, and I can't buy new shoes to match my new purse?” Trish shrugged, before showing off her pink shoes. “Cuuute.” I approved. “This is awesome! And I thought people didn't know who I was anymore.” Austin grinned. “TAKE THAT DOG FOOD GUY! WOOOO!” He celebrated, running up the stairs. “This is incredible. I'm so glad people remembered him. All those people bought tickets.” I sighed. “Weeelllll....” Trish said, hinting. “Uh oh, that was a long 'well.' What did you do?” I questioned, suspicious. “Weeelll- sorry... Everybody's kinda coming to get their picture taken with a kangaroo. Austin's like the opening, unannounced act.” Trish explained. “What? Oh my God, if he finds out, he'll be crushed. Did you see how excited he was?” I groaned. “Then I guess he can't find out.” Trish sighed. Then, her face pulled a confused expression. I followed her eyes to the big llama. “You see the llama too, right?” I was writing in my songbook, trying to think up lyrics and things, but it was becoming hard as all I could hear was laughing - Trish's laughing. I looked over to see her at the counter with her pink laptop open. “This is the best show ever.” She was giggling. “What is it?” I half laughed. “It's called 'Dez gets his butt kicked by a kangaroo.'” Trish said. “Oooh! Ouch! That's not a place you want a kangaroo to kick you!” She gasped. “W-What are you doing?” She asked, coming over with the laptop. “I'm writing some new lyrics for Austin's song. Since people are coming here for the kangaroo and not Austin, I-I want to help give him the best performance he's had.” I explained. “You're not gonna tell him about the kangaroo, are you?” Trish asked. “Weeeelll...” “Alex!” “No, I'm just torn, because I hate lying to Austin but I know how much it'll hurt Austin to tell him the truth.” I explained. “I'm torn too. I need Dez to get the kangaroo back here, but I never want this to end!” She said, returning to her laughing state, her attention back on the laptop. It wouldn’t be too long before the show started, so I decided to check up on Austin to see how he was doing, beforehand. “Ohhh, 'cause I know that I'll make it Never put my head down Turn it up-” Austin stopped singing when he saw me walk into the practice room. He wore a blue blazer over a white v-neck. “Hey, don't let me stop you. Sounding good.” I complimented. “Thanks, I-I was just practicing for the show... There's a lotta people coming to see me.” Austin smiled. “Yeah, aha. Coming to see you. Only you. Not for the kangaroo.” I chuckled. “Why would I say that?” I face-palmed. I handed him my notes. “Here, I added some, much more neatly written, new lyrics. I want to give you the best performance I can, as people aren't really here to see you... PERFORM a bad show. Aha... Which you won't.... Gotta go!” I went to make my escape. “W-wait!” He stopped me. “I'm sorry about giving you such a hard time about the song. I was just nervous that no one knew who I was anymore. B-But obviously that's not the case.” Austin apologised. “Hey, it's okay. I understand. I don’t want people to forget about you, either. Life’s just been a bit crazy, but you’ll always be one of my higher priorities.” I promised him. “Thank you, Alex… Y-Y’know… I um… I was thinking about us earlier. When we were arguing and um… When we… And… I thought before the show we could do it again? Have that round 2, but maybe a little less angrier?” Austin said with a small smirk. “Would it help you put on a better performance?” I asked, knowingly, putting my arms around his neck. “I think it will.” Austin smiled, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Then of course. I mean, you weren’t wrong - you did help with my creativity.” I admitted. “Knew it.” Austin smirked before he leaned in to kiss me. We passionately made out, quickly getting more and more heated. I pushed the blue blazer off his shoulders as he was running his hands beneath my shirt, up my back. He finally gripped my top and pulled it over my head before I did the same to him, removing the white v-neck. “You turn me on so much, Alex.” Austin half laughed, leaning in and kissing my neck. “Mmm, same to you, Austin…” I muttered, feeling his wet lips gently suck on my skin while his hands went under my shorts and groped my bare ass. “You still have my load inside you?” Austin realised, looking over my shoulder and rubbing his finger at my leaking hole. “Not had the chance even if I did want to get it out.” I admitted. “That’s so fucking hot, Alex.” Austin said before kissing me again. Austin slowly pushed me backwards before spinning us around and sitting on the piano stool. “Get it nice and wet for me, Alex. And then I want you to ride me, okay?” Austin said, unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down with his briefs, letting out his hard cock. “Fuck yes.” I nodded, going to my knees between his legs and taking the base of his cock into my hand. I gave it a stroke. “Look at how hard you make me…” Austin whispered. I opened my lips and then took his shaft into my mouth, for the second time that day. I began bobbing my head up and down, sucking on his cock while he gripped my hair. “Oh yeaaah, Alex… Your mouth is so good…” He groaned, leaning back into the piano and accidentally hitting some keys. But neither of us cared to even acknowledge it, as I continued to drool around his cock. I slurped at the tip, tasting his precum leaking out, before going down to his balls and gently sucking on them, whilst stroking his meat. “Oh my fucking God, Alex… St-Stop otherwise you’re gonna make me cum already…” Austin blurted out. “T-Take your pants off…” He said when I took my mouth away. So I stood back up and unbuttoned my pants before letting them drop, along with my boxer briefs. “Is that what you wanted?” I asked with a smirk. “Oh fuck yeah, baby, c’mere.” Austin said before pulling me by my hips and sitting me down onto his lap. Our lips instantly connected and we hungrily made out, letting our tongues play with each other. His hands were firmly placed on my asscheeks and his dick was rubbing between my crack getting leaked on by the cum still inside me. “Fuck, I need to ride you, Alex…” Austin muttered, breaking off me. “Yeah, I need you inside me.” I said, raising my ass over his cock. I lowered myself onto him, feeling him push inside me slowly. “Oh my God, it’s still tight…” Austin groaned, rolling his head back as more and more of him filled me up. I crashed my lips back onto his, to distract me from the pain as I continued going down. He wrapped his arms around me, caringly, as we sloppily kissed. When he was all the way inside, I broke off and pressed my forehead against his. “You okay?” He asked. “Yeah… Just so fucking big.” I half laughed. “Ahaha, I’ll let you fuck me one day.” Austin chuckled. “I’d love that.” I smirked before beginning to bounce my hips up and down, slowly. “Oh fuck, Alex… I could do this all day…” Austin groaned before biting his bottom lip. “I’m sure we could.” I said, continuing to fuck myself on his big cock, making my bounces higher and faster. “It feels so fucking good…” He moaned, looking up at me with his brown eyes that were filled with lust. Austin suddenly thrust his hips upwards, making me cry out in pleasure. “Holy fucking shit, Austin… Do it again…” I told him. “Yeah, you like that, baby?” He smirked before thrusting upwards, meeting my hips halfway. “Fuck yeah, Austin. Your hips are so amazing…” I whimpered. He suddenly held onto me before standing up, lifting me up off the floor. I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist as he held me in the air, still inside me. “Whoa, what the fuck, Austin?” I gasped. “I prefer it when I’m in charge and I think you feel the same.” Austin smirked before going down to and placing me on the floor, getting on top of me. He pulled his hips back and then thrust back into me, hard, making my moan out in pleasure. “Oh fuck, you’re right! Fuck me, Austin!” I pleaded, feeling his cock push in and out of me harder and faster, my legs still wrapped around his waist. “Fuck yeah, you take it so good!” Austin grunted, sweating as he looked down at me. “Austin it feels so fucking good! I’m gonna cum!” I whimpered before Austin suddenly moaned out, thrusting hard into me. “Argh fuck! I’m cumming! Ohhh fuckkkkk!!!” Austin blurted out, unloading deep into me yet again. He took my cock in his own hand and jerked me off hard and fast. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” I gasped, getting closer and closer and Austin continued thrusting into me. “That’s it, cum for me!” He grunted. “Argh fuck! Oh fuck, Austin! Mmmm fuck!” I blurted out, arching my back as I began shooting my load all over myself. “Yeah, baby! Oh fuck that’s so hot…” Austin muttered giving me a couple more thrusts as I came to the end of my orgasm. When I was done, he pulled out of me and collapsed to the floor next to me. Austin and I, like before, laid on the floor, panting away. Austin turned to his side and looked at me with a sweet smile. “I’m glad we made up.” He said. “Me too. I don’t like us fighting.” I admitted. “I just thought my career was done. But it turns out, I was wrong and people are actually coming to see me.” Austin said, happily. “Yes. You. They’re here to see you. Absolutely... I gotta go.” I said, nervously, getting up and starting to pull clothes on. “Awh, really? I think we’ve got enough time to squeeze in a third round?” Austin smirked. “No, you should get ready too. Don’t wanna wear you out before the show.” I reasoned, though I was tempted. So we both got dressed and I went to leave through the door, but Trish came walking through it, followed by Dez dragging a sack behind him, which was violently moving. I was glad we didn’t do that third round, now. “Finally got the kangaroo back. That was not easy to do.” Dez panted. “Now people can finally see who they came for.” Trish said, going to point at the animal, but I steered her finger back towards Austin. “You! Haha, gotta go!” I blurted out, before making my final and successful attempt at escaping. I came out to the balcony that overlooked the shop, by the stairs, where it was full of people waiting to get their picture taken with a kangaroo. “WHAT'S UP EVERYBODY!!” Austin called out to everyone in the audience at the top of the stairs. Everybody just kinda dullfully clapped, confused. Dez, Trish and I applauded enthusiastically, in the hope of getting everyone else involved. Thankfully, the minimalist clapping was enough for Austin as he rushed down and got on stage. “Thanks for coming out.” “Where's the kangaroo?” Asked a girl in the audience. “Oh we caught him. He's upstairs. Thanks for your concern. It's all good.” Austin half laughed. “Alright, this song is called 'A Billion Hits' and I hope you like it.” “Didn't go nowhere, never left uh You really thought that I was Gone, gone, gone, gone?” Austin began singing. Everybody had confused expressions as myself Trish and Dez (who was filming) came downstairs as well. “I hear you talking like I lost my swagger You said I was over You were Wrong, wrong, wrong, wong!” He was doing really well. And some people were beginning to tap feet and dance a little. “Always improvin' Always on the move an' Workin' on my flow To take it to the studio This is not a comeback Following my old path Laying down the fast tracks 'Cause I'm a music maniac” Then, like the pro he is, Austin jumped up onto the counter. “Whoooaa! 'Cause I know that I'll make it! Never put my head down T-t-t-turn it up loud! Yeeaaaah!” And he jumped back onto the main stage. “'Cause I don't have to fake it If I keep on working it A billion hits is what I'll get!” Then, as the back up singers sang, Austin took off his blazer and threw it at me. I couldn’t help but blush. “Yeeeahh! 'Cause I know that I'll make it! Overload the internet A billion hits is what I'll get! A billion hits is what I'll get!” And he finished, earning a mass of applause and cheering. Everybody loved him. And I didn't blame them, either. “AUSTIN, AUSTIN, AUSTIN, AUSTIN!!” The audience was chanting. The blonde pointed at me and winked, making my cheeks burn even hotter. We were in the dry cleaners, giving Trish some company, as she waited for the jacket to be done cleaning. We watched the footage from the performance on Dez’s laptop. “See? I can totally cut this footage together and have it go live tonight.” Dez smiled. “Awesome!” “Great!” Austin and Trish beamed. “You really won all those people over, huh? They came for the kanga but they stayed for the Moon!” I chuckled. “What do you mean?” Austin frowned. Shit... Trish went to walk away, but I stopped her by gripping her jacket. “This is why you shouldn't tell me secrets.” I reminded her before releasing her and turning back to Austin. “People weren't exactly there to see you... They were there to get a picture taken with a kangaroo...” I admitted. “So those people didn't know who I was?” Austin asked. “W-Well they do now and- t-that's all that really matters.” I assured him. “O-ho-okay, I'm cool with that.” He half laughed. “As long as you keep performing like that, there will always be Austin Moon fans.” I promised him. “Thanks. And as long as you keep writing songs like that, I'll always be an Alex Dawson fan.” Austin smiled. “Awwwww!!!” I blurted out, hugging him. “Thanks Austin.” I grinned. “But please don't make me wait another month for another song.” Austin added. I pulled back. “Okay. Just read this and tell my art class what it's all about.” I said, handing him the big, thick book. He gripped it, but his hands weren't expecting it's heft and it fell onto the counter. “Aha, I can wait a month.” Austin half laughed before retreating. “Err... Guys...” Trish came over, holding a small, pink, leather jacket. “Whoa, wait, that looks different...” Dez noticed. “Yeah. Because it's shrunk and it's pink!” Trish rolled her eyes. “No... That's not it...” Dez shook his head. “How is that even possible-” I began when suddenly “HEY!” A voice barked. FacePuncher came strutting through the door. “Where's my jacket? It better be ready.” He growled. “Mad Dog's waiting. And Mad Dog hates to wait.” “Ahaha, here ya go. That'll be 6 dollars.” Trish said, nervously, placing the ruined jacket on the counter. He gave her a look. “Or free!” “My jacket! What did you do to my championship jacket?!” He gasped, picking it up. “Errgh, I can't figure it out either...” Dez sighed. FacePuncher lunged at the redhead, who quickly dodged and ran away. “Mr FacePuncher? This was all my fault.” Austin stood up for us... “They were all just trying to help me out, so if anyone should be punched in the face, it should be me. But I kinda need my face, so if you could punch me in the shoulder or the foot or the-” “I'm gonna punch you in all the above!” FacePuncher snarled, gripping Austin's blue blazer. “Don't you dare!” I barked, rushing over and pulling Austin out of his grip. “HEY!” A voice also called out. FacePuncher paused and we all looked over to see a little girl in a pink ballet dress. “When are we going?” She complained. “Hang on a sec, Mad Dog, Daddy has a situation.” FacePuncher told her. “That's Mad Dog?” I frowned. “Is that for me?!” Mad Dog took the jacket and put it on. “It's beautiful! I love it! You're the best Daddy in the whole world, ever!” She grinned, FacePuncher lifted her up and held her. “I knew you'd love it, pumpkin.” FacePuncher lied. He went to walk out the dry cleaners when... “Noo wayy!” Mad Dog gasped. “Your Austin Moon! Can you autograph my jacket?” “Of course..” Austin half laughed. FacePuncher placed her back down on the counter. He quickly signed the back of her new pink, leather jacket. “There ya go.” “Thanks Austin.” She smiled. “No problem.” Austin said. “Hey. Aren't you the guy who ate the 20 pound hamburger?” FacePuncher realised, seeing Dez. “Why yes I am.” Dez smiled before taking a bottle of ketchup out of his backpack and signing his chest with it, by squirting the bottle. “I didn't ask for an autograph!” FacePuncher growled… And so we watched as FacePuncher and Mad Dog chaser Dez out of the shop and laughed.
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