Featuring:When Austin accidentally steals Alex’s song, the two find themselves becoming good friends... I was just writing in my song book, where I would store all my musical ideas, my thoughts, my feelings, my to-do lists, sexual fantasies and just about everything. The book was my life and there was no way in hell I’d let anybody read it. After moving to Miami a few years ago from the UK, my Dad and I had set up this music shop called Sonic Boom. I was currently working at the cash register, but it was a slow day, which was why I was scribbling lyrics down. I was wearing a yellow top under a denim jacket and a pair of brown shorts. “Hey Alex!” A voice called. I looked up to see Trish, a good friend of mine that I’ve known for a couple years now. She had a headband with a plastic little cake on it, along with a blue apron with a very sweet themed logo. “No thanks, Trish, there's no eating in the store... But I do like cupcakes... Gimme that.” I snatched the cupcake off her and took a bite. “Yeah, they gave us all the rejects. That one I dropped on the floor.” She said, making me spit out the cake in disgust. “Shit, well that’s what I get for breaking the rules.” I said as I dumped the cake in the bin. “So, you wanna go to the movies or something on Sunday?” I asked, but when I looked back up, Trish had been replaced by a tiny, elderly lady. “Errr…?” “Oh, I’d love to go to the movies!” She exclaimed. “No, I think there’s been a misunderstandi-“ “It’s a date!” She cut me off before simply walking off. “Can’t wait…” I said to myself, sarcastically. I turned to see Trish, coming off a call. “Where the fuck did you go?” “I was on the phone. That was work. Apparently being there is part of the job.” Trish said, sounding confused, before going to leave. “Gotta go. Hey Mr Dawson.” She said, walking past my Dad as she left. “Guess who found 37 more cents?” He said, coming over to me. “For God’s sake, Dad, you need to stop stealing money out of the fountain. That’s children’s wishes.” I rolled my eyes. “Well, my wish came true. I have 37 more cents.” Dad shrugged. “Aaaanyway, can we please talk about putting a new piano upstairs in my practice room? It’s about time. I mean, the piano I am using is literally older than the lady I’m dating on Sunday.” I explained. “I thought you were gay?” My Dad asked, confused. “That’s not the thing you should be wondering about.” I sighed. “Listen, Alex, I know you love music but the odds of you actually making it in the music biz are like a bazillion to one.” He told me. “Lemme know how the date goes.” Dad added before walking away. I went over to the counter and resumed my doodling in my book, but only for a few minutes. Suddenly, drums began blasting into my ears from the back of the store. I looked over to see a blonde boy in a red v-neck under a blue and scarlet chequered shirt… He was cute. He was really cute. Next to him, was a red headed boy wearing a green jacket over a yellow shirt who was filming his friend. I stormed over with my serious face on. “Oi! Hey! Twink!” I yelled, trying to get the blonde’s attention, until he finally stopped. “Did you not read the ‘Please don’t play the drums sign’?” I questioned. “It’s okay. I’m an awesome drummer.” He smiled (dammit he has a cute smile) then continued playing the drums. It was then I realised he was playing with corn dogs instead of actual drumsticks. “Okay, that doesn’t give you permission to continue and are you actually using corn dogs?” I said, unsure if I should be attracted or weirded out by him. “Yup.” He said before taking a bite out of one of them, making me shudder. “Oh, fuck, that’s gross. You know how much shit is on these drums? Christ, and why corn dogs? And you’re not allowed to eat here.” I rambled. “I’ll handle this, Austin.” The red head said. “Sir! We are making a music video. I am the director, although I prefer the term, filmmaker.” He told me before flipping the phone in the air, but failing to catch it. I watched as it fell to the floor. “And cut!” He called out. “We’re gonna need a lot of instruments!” Austin told me, getting up. “I can play anything! Piano, guitar, drums, harp. I can even play a trumpet, through another trumpet!” He told me. Austin took two trumpets and demonstrated, somehow playing through both of the instruments, earning applause from the people in the shop. “Okay, that was impressive.” I admitted. “Okay, okay, well I can play a harmonica through a sousaphone.” Dez said before putting the harmonica in the sousaphone. I watched as he blew into the larger brass instrument, but it only resulted in the harmonica shooting out and going straight into my Sunday night’s date’s mouth! Dez ran over to go help her. “Prepare to be Heimlich-ed!” “Here’s the thing about the instruments…” Austin began, returning my attention to him. “No money?” I guessed. “What if I pay you back when I get rich and famous?” Austin smiled. “Yeah sure, just send your monkey butler over on your private jet with the sack of gold coins.” I scoffed. “Really?” “Wha- No!” I told him, before a loud spitting sound could be heard. The harmonica landed onto the counter I was standing by, with the old lady’s false teeth holding it. “Please leave.” I sighed. I finished my shift and went up to my practice room. I loved it here. It was my own space where I could just play piano, write songs and relax. My fingers danced along the keys of the piano, as I worked on a song, testing out the chorus.
“You don’t know, know, know My name, name, name Gonna make, make, make you do a double take” I sang before I suddenly spotted something in the corner of my eye. I turned to see Austin standing at the door. “FUCK!” I blurted out, jumping to my feet. “Jesus Christ! How long have you been there?” I asked, my heart beating fast. “I was wondering if I could get a discount on this harmonica? Y’know, because it’s been inside the old lady?” Austin asked, holding it up. “You were the ones who put it in her! And- No, get out! This is my private practice room! Did you not see the ‘Keep Out’ sign?” I said, pissed off. “Hey, I liked that song. But if you wanna make it really catchy, maybe try speeding it up?” Austin suggested. “You don’t know, know, know My name, name, name I’m gonna make, make, make ‘em do a double take!” He sang beautifully. “Cool, there’s still some old lady spit in here.” Austin chuckled before blowing into it, making the saliva rain on me. “Okay, you need to get the fuck outta here before you need to be Heimlich-ed!” I snapped, shoving him out the door. “Read more signs in future!” I yelled before slamming it shut. A few days later and I hadn’t seen Austin since, which was probably a good thing because he was giving me crazy conflicting feelings. I was definitely attracted to him, but he was so crazy and weird, I wasn’t sure he’d be a ‘good idea’. I was at the counter, doing my job, just waiting around for something to happen. I was wearing a floral shirt under a forest green jacket and a pair of black shorts. Then, as if on cue, a smoke bomb exploded at the entrance of the shop and Trish appeared, wearing a top hat, cloak and tux. “Guess who got a job at the Magic Store?!” She bellowed. “I thought you were working at the Cupcake place?” I frowned. “Apparently being a shit employee is grounds for termination. Isn’t that shocking?” She said before prodding me, sending an electric shock through me. “Magic shock finger!” She showed me. “Don’t ever do that again.” I told her. “Oh shit, I better go. I started my five minute break two hours ago.” She said before going to leave, but was singing a song as she did… “They wanna know, know, know Your name, name, name-“ “Urrr, hey? Come back!” I called after her. She came dancing back, continuing to sing. “They want the girl, girl, girl With game, game, game!” “Where the hell did you hear that song?” I questioned. “It’s all over the Internet.” Trish shrugged. “Wha-? The INTERNET?!” I repeated, stunned. “Uh, that place people go on their computer to look at stuff and shop and-“ “I know what the fucking Internet is, Trish.” I rolled my eyes. “You seriously haven’t seen this video?” Trish asked, surprised and I shook my head. “Here, look.” Trish said before showing me… Austin… Singing MY song! A video which as it progressed, more Austin’s were added, playing different instruments and looking annoyingly attractive, even if he did steal my song. Then she showed me this video that was covering Austin’s rise to fame. “It all started with a homemade video and a catchy song. Two million hits later, Austin Moon is a genuine overnight internet sensation.” The TV host explained. “It wasn’t exactly overnight, it was more like over two nights!” Austin said to the interviewer. “How did you come up with your hit song?” “It just came to me.” He said before taking the mic from the host. “WHADDUP DEZ!” “THAT PRICK!” I snapped, turning off the video. “That’s my song! Mine! Did he think he could get away with that?!” I said, furious. “That’s right! Get angry! Me likey!” Trish encouraged me as I began typing something on Trish’s phone. “Aha! Bitch! ADog99 doesn’t like this video!” I cheered. “Okay, calm down before you type a frowny face and really hurt his feelings.” Trish mocked. “Come on, let’s go give him a piece of your mind.” “Yeah! You’re right! Let’s go!” We managed to track down where Austin lived and his parents let us through, thinking we were friends of his. We came bursting through a door, to see Austin and Dez in his room. Austin was wearing a white shirt with green sleeves and an orange headband. He looked kinda sweaty and dammit, he was hot. But I couldn’t let it distract me. “Oh, it’s Alex from the video store.” Dez said before taking the headband off Austin. “Hi, I’m Trish. Big fan!” Trish beamed, earning a glare from me. “Sorry.” “Listen, blonde, I’m here to… What is he doing?” I asked, seeing Dez screw a cap onto a bottle. “I’m making my own cologne. It’s called ‘Austin’.” Austin grinned, proudly. “The secret ingredient is my sweat.” He told me. It took everything inside me not to ask to buy it. “Wanna try some?” Dez asked before spraying Trish with it. “I don’t like you.” She said. “Since Austin is famous, we figure people are gonna want some Austin merchandise.” Dez pointed out. “Here’s some stuff we’ve come up with.” Austin smiled. Austin…” “Lunchbox!” Dez said, holding one up. “Austin…” “Pillow!” “Austin…” “Peanut butter!” “Chunky…” “Or smooth.” “Mmmmmmm…” They both said in unison. “And an Austin action figure.” Austin said before holding it up and pulling the string. “I’m awesome! I like pancakes!” It said. “It’s true! I do like pancakes!” Austin beamed excitedly. Why’d he have to be so cute? “And my personal fave, the Austin Foam Spitter!” Dez said, going over to a horrific looking Austin bust, which looked like it was missing a tooth. “Why would anyone need a foam spit-“ However, Trish was cut off as Dez turned the foam spitter on, which sprayed directly into her. When he finished, she returned by zapping him with the shock finger, making him spasm a bit. “Magic shock finger?! Me likey!” Dez said, looking strangely aroused. “For fucks sake, I’m not here to discuss your Austin merch crap. You stole my fucking song! You heard me playing it at the store so don’t deny it!” I accused him. “Ohhhh, shit, that’s where the song came from. I thought I made it up! I guess that makes a lot more sense since I’ve never actually written a song before. I’ve tried but they’re all terrible.” Austin explained. “I don’t care, I wrote that song! You have to tell everyone.” I argued. “I can’t! Do you know how embarrassing that would be for me?!?! Consider my feelings! Are you really that selfish?” Austin said with a pouty face. “I-Are you-WHAT?! Are you seriously not gonna do anything?!” I blurted out. “No, I wanna make this right… How about…” Austin said before going over to a cupboard. “A life size chocolate AUSTIN!” He said before taking out a golden foil wrapped Austin. “I’m taking this but I’m STILL MAD!” I yelled, snatching it off him and storming away, followed by Trish. “Tonight on the Helen Show, overnight internet sensation Austin Moon, live! That’s right! Live, live, live!” The TV was playing before I angrily turned it off. I was in the store with Trish, whilst eating out of the huge chocolate Austin that was laying on the counter. If Trish wasn’t there I’d have probably started at the crotch, but instead I had started at the fingers. “I’m so sick of that guy.” I said, eating his thumb. “I’m so talented!” The Austin action figure that Trish was holding said. “How can he steal my song like that?!” I complained. “I’m an overnight sensation!” The Austin doll said again as Trish pulled the string. “Can you please stop doing that?” I asked, aggitatted. “I’m unstoppable!” I snatched the doll and squeezed the head, throwing it to the floor. “Hey, he’s gonna be on ‘The Helen Show’ tonight, right? I say we crash his interview and tell the whole world the truth.” Trish suggested. “On live television? In front of people? Have we forgotten about my crippling stage fright?” I said, unimpressed. “You have to! That guy’s a low life, song stealing thief!” Trish told me before her phone started ringing, playing Austin’s version of my song. She looked at me guiltily. “It’s a catchy song!” She defended. “Fuck it. Dad! I’m taking my break! I’ve got to interrupt a live television broadcast!” I yelled to him. “Okay, have fun!” He yelled back. We arrived at the studio, thankfully it wasn’t too far. We went inside to the reception but as we approached it, we knew that we weren’t just gonna be let through. “Okay, so the only thing between us and telling the whole world that Austin is a douche is that guard.” I pointed out. “Okay, just look like you’re meant to be here. Be confident.” I told her. We walked over to the large woman behind the counter. “Can I help you two?” She asked. “NO! Urr, wait, yeah, um… We’re looking for the kitchen- NO! Bathroom- NO! Keith, we’re looking for Keith. Kyle? Kyle, that was his name.” I blurted out. “We’re going to the Helen Show. We’re musicians in Austin Moon’s band.” Trish took over, sounding a lot more smooth. “Look, you Austin’s have been trying to sneak through here all day. He’s dreamy, that songs catchy, I get it! Sorry, kids, if your name’s not on my list, you’re not getting in.” She told us. “Did we say musicians? No, see, I meant…” Then Trish threw down a smoke bomb. “MAGICIANS” Then she grabbed my arm and we ran away. We came to the studio and prepared ourselves to go inside… I was having second thoughts. “It’s go time!” Trish told me. “Fuck this, I can’t do this! There’s a stage out there! I have stage fright - you know this!” I reminded her. “I know it’s scary but you can do it! I’m here for you. You just take all the time you need.” Trish encouraged me. “Thanks, Trish, I appreciate-“ “Time’s up!” She snapped before pushing me through the door. “HOLD EVERYTHING! WE’RE HERE TO TELL YOU THE TRUTH! AUSTIN IS A LYING WEASEL! Not a cute one, either, more like a sewage weasel who’s done crack!” I yelled, angrily before I suddenly realised… This wasn’t the Helen Show. “Wait… Austin isn’t here?” I realised, seeing two news anchors sat behind a desk with green screens behind them. “This just in, The Helen Show tapes next door!” The newscaster said, before the security guard came up behind us. So, we failed. I humiliated myself in front of the entire nation, which if anything made my stage fright even worse. I miserably stood in the store, writing some thoughts I had today, down. However, soon, Trish came through the door. “Guess who got a job at the Pet Store!” She beamed. She was wearing a cap that looked like a dog’s head and a lime green shirt. “You didn’t last 2 days at the magic store. That’s gotta be a new record.” I scoffed. “I plan on being better at this job… after this.” Trish said before turning to a group of teenagers. “Has anyone seen a giant snake about yay big?” She asked them and then they all started freaking out. “Oh, he’s probably not poisonous.” She said and they began to relax a bit. “But there’s a really good chance that he’s totally poisonous.” They freaked out and ran out of the shop. “Great! There goes our business!” I face palmed. “Alex, I need your help!” I spotted Austin coming in, with Dez. Austin was wearing a red and black striped shirt under a grey blazer. “Is that the giant snake you were looking for?” I said, sarcastically. “I need a new song by tomorrow!” Austin told me. “Well, you wrote Double Take, I’m sure you can write another.” I said, sarcastically. “You know I can’t! I’ve tried!” He said before taking a guitar. “I need a song It can’t be too long Song, song, song, song Song, song, song, song Song, song, song Song, song…” He sang, trailing off. His voice was still pretty. “I wrote that last part.” Dez said with a smug face. “Okay uh, how about this… I’m not helping you with your song, Get out of my store.” I sang to them. “That doesn’t rhyme.” Dez frowned. “There’s the door.” “That’s better.” “I know you’re mad. I didn’t mean to steal your song. I acted like a weasel. Not a cute one, either. A one that lives in the sewer and is on crack.” Austin said with a small, cheeky smile. “I’m sorry.” He said, his cheeky smile turning to a sad face. “Who am I kidding? My Dad always said music was a waste of time. He said I had a bazillion to one chance of making it.” “Wait, really? Th-That’s what my Dad tells me.” I admitted, suddenly feeling a larger connection to him than I thought I would ever. “Do you know what my Dad told me? ‘DEZ, STOP TEXTING THE DOG!’” Dez imitated. “I guess my 15 minutes of fame are over… I just wanted to prove my Dad wrong.” Austin sighed before going to leave. “No, no, no, no, you’re not going anywhere.” I blurted out, blocking his path to the door by getting in front of him. “I’ll help you write one more song.” I decided. “You will? Yes! Thank you! Thank you!” He said, giving me a hug. “But first you gotta do something for me!” I said, realising I could gain something from this. “Anything. Name it.” Austin told me. I panicked, trying to think of something… “Ooh, another life sized Austin chocolate!” I blurted out. “You got it!” Austin and I came into my practice room, to start writing a brand new song for him to perform tomorrow afternoon on the Helen Show, as he promised her. He had taken off his blazer. “Okay, we have 18 hours to write the greatest song ever. Go!” Austin told me as we sat at the piano. “Oh, ahaha, well it’s not that easy.” I chuckled. “I’ll get you started.” He said, going over to the piano and pressing one key. “There. That’s the first note. That helps, right?” “I’m shocked that you haven’t written a song before.” I said, sarcastically. “What do you normally do?” Austin asked. “There isn’t a ‘normally’. Sometimes it’s a tune in my head or I think of a lyric and write it down.” I said, gesturing towards my book. He went to go take it but I could his wrist. “Don’t lay a fucking finger on my book.” I warned him. “Well, what do you have? Read some to me.” Austin smiled. I took the book and flicked through the pages. “The tears of your heart cry…” “Too depressing.” Austin frowned. “Okaaay… The midnight sadness…” “That’s even more too depressing! You need to relax. I want you to feel like a splash of sunshine, not a drizzle of darkness. Let’s get your creative juices flowing.” Austin decided. “Shut your eyes.” “I’m not going to shut-“ “Just shut your eyes!” Austin insisted, getting up and standing behind me, before placing his hands on my eyes. Him plunging me into darkness was kind of a turn on. “Okay, imagine you come home… and your living room is full of cheerleaders.” Austin smirked. “I’m gay.” I sighed. “Oh, cool, I’m bi.” Austin smiled. Good to know... “Okay, pretend you’re on stage performing.” He told me. “Oh, no, I have stage fright.” I shook my head. “Then imagine you’re on the beach.” Austin tried. “Urgh, no. Sand gets everywhere and there’s men who really shouldn’t be wearing thongs, wearing thongs-“ “OKAY FORGET THE BEACH! What do you like?” Austin gave up taking his hands away from my eyes. “I like ice cream.” I smiled. “Great! Pretend you’re eating ice cream!” Austin told me. “There’s no eating in the store.” “ALRIGHT!” Austin sighed, sitting down again. “Why don’t we try this; I’ll close my eyes, and you tell me to imagine stuff.” Austin said before closing my eyes. “Okay, imagine I’m giving up. Fuck this.” I sighed. “Got it! Are you dressed as a cheerleader?” Austin asked with a smirk. “Austin! Stop it! Let’s forget about this whole song writing thing.” I sighed, getting up. “Whoa, whoa.” He said, pulling me back down. “Not so fast.” About an hour passed as I tried to think of something in the practice room, by myself, as Austin tried to organise his ‘plan’. Eventually I decided to check up on him, but when I came out of the practice room, I saw there was a disco ball on a piano, creating multicoloured spotlights running over the walls. There was also loud music coming out of the speaker system downstairs by the counter. “What is going on?” I frowned. “I’m funning you up.” Austin smiled before starting to dance. “I dunno about this…” I said, going to go back into the practice room, but he caught me hand and pulled me back. “Come on, dance with me.” Austin insisted, taking me down the stairs. “Austin, this is silly.” I rolled my eyes before Austin suddenly blew into a whistle he had around his neck. Trish and Dez, in black and silver spangly, fancy outfits, came dancing in. I couldn’t help but crack a smile as they were clearly having fun. I applauded them when they were finished. “Come on, it’s your turn.” Austin told me. “I dunno…” “Come on!” Trish encouraged. “Yeah!” “Fine!” I blurted out before moving my limbs around, in an attempt to dance. “There! Happy now? I’m dancing.” “Urrr, you sure about that?” Austin scoffed. “That was like the shittest dancing ever!” Trish said, amused. “Okay, teach me!” I chuckled and the four of us got back into dancing - Austin had such a cute smile. “Is it working?” Austin asked. “I think so. Yeah, I feel like I could do anything - I feel like I could do a cartwheel! I can’t, but I feel like I could.” I beamed. “Well don’t waste the creativity! Come on!” Austin said before bringing me to the piano. “Yeah, let’s write a song!” I smiled. Trish and Dez soon left us to write our song, but it was hard, even with the creativity flowing, as Austin and I were pretty different people. We were sitting at the piano, trying to think of something for the chorus, desperately. “Where’s your creativity gone?” Austin asked. “Sometimes doing a little gig isn’t enough.” I half laughed. “You’re right. We need to loosen you up a bit.” Austin agreed. “How? Are you gonna make me imagine cheerleaders again?” I rolled my eyes. “No, no… When I wanna get creative, I find it helps if I’ve been relieved… Sexually.” Austin admitted. “Urrr… What?” I frowned, blushing a bit. “I usually jerk off before thinking of a music video idea or whatever. Satisfy those distracting thoughts so afterwards you can focus on what’s important.” Austin explained. “Are you suggesting that we jerk off?” I asked. “No, that’s stupid.” Austin scoffed. “I’m suggesting we fuck.” He simply said. “Whoa, Austin… I-I don’t know if I feel that way about you.” I said, unsure, standing up off the stool from the piano, going to the counter and leaning against it. “I don’t have feelings for you either.” Austin said, getting up too. “But I know I turn you on. And I know you turn me on. So let’s get it out of our systems because otherwise we’re just gonna distract each other all night.” Austin reasoned, stepping closer and closer to me, with his cute puppy dog eyes. “I suppose you are cute…” I admitted, blushing again as he became intimately closer. “You are, too.” Austin winked. I couldn’t resist anymore, so I gripped him by the shirt and pulled him into a kiss. He smiled into my lips and wrapped his arms around me. We were both fairly new to kissing so we were pretty sloppy as our hands explored each other’s bodies. He pressed me back into the counter, deepening the kiss, letting our tongues explore each other’s mouths. I couldn’t believe I was doing this! Having a one night stand with the guy who stole my song?! Fuck, I was so turned on though, I didn’t care. I just knew I wanted this. Austin began lifting my shirt upwards and we had to part our lips for a brief moment, to let him pull it over my head. “Oh fuck yeah…” Austin muttered, eyes scanning over my body. “Austin, I-I’ve never done this before.” I admitted. “Neither have I.” Austin said before pulling his own, black and red top off, exposing his abs, flat pecs and treasure trail. “Never wrote a song, never been on a talk show, never been called a weasel on drugs and also never had sex. Today is a day for firsts.” Austin smiled before kissing me again. We hungrily made out, becoming increasingly more horny teenage, queer boys. Austin gently lifted me up onto the counter and I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist. He was grinding his crotch into mine as we kissed, driving me wild. “Fuck, Austin… You’re really hot…” I whimpered as he started kissing my neck. “Mmm, you too, baby. I thought you’d like this idea…” He whispered, sending a chill down my spine. “Fuck yes, I do…” I muttered, reaching around and groping his ass. “Get naked… I want you naked…” “Anything for your clever brain.” Austin said before I watched him unbutton his pants and let them fall to the floor, with his briefs, leaving him naked. His 6 ½ inch cock was freed. “Shit…” I said, looking at it, a bit nervously. “Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you. I’ll go slow.” Austin promised me. “I know… I trust you.” I admitted, looking up into his eyes. Austin cradled my head and kissed me again, this time more sweetly. “I trust you too.” Austin smiled, lips barely a millimetre apart from mine. Deciding I wanted to move things along a bit, given that we were still on a time limit, I leaned down and took one of his nipples into my mouth. I began gently sucking, feeling his hands run through my hair. “Oh shit, that feels good…” Austin muttered as I swirled my tongue around it - I had watched enough porn to have a vague idea of what to do. I placed kisses and nibbles along his chest as I went to the next perky nub, listening to his heavy breathing. “G-Get down… Get down on your knees, baby.” Austin told me after a few seconds of me sucking on his nipple. I saw he was stroking his cock, clearly desperate for it to receive attention. I nodded before sliding off the counter and going down to my knees in front of him. I had never done this before, but I was more than ready to give my first blowjob. I opened my lips and took as much of the cock into my mouth as I could. “Ohhhhhh fuck… Alex, that feels good, baby.” Austin groaned. I couldn’t quite fit it all in, but I bobbed my head up and down what I could. “Holy shit… Shit, that feels amazing… So much better than jerking off…” Austin moaned, which honestly sounded like the best music to my ears. I was surprised by how much I liked the taste of cock and by how much Austin was enjoying me drooling around his shaft, slurping at the precum every now and then that was oozing out the tip of his cock. When my jaw was starting to ache a bit, I moved to his hairless balls and began gently sucking on them, which made his moans even louder. “Oh my God! Fuck! That feels insane!” Austin whimpered, gripping my hair tightly. “You taste so good, Austin…” I muttered before licking up the underside of his shaft. “Yeah? Let me have a taste.” Austin said before lifting me up to my feet. He hurriedly undid my shorts and forced them down my legs, with my briefs, leaving me naked too. “Alex. You are so much hotter than any cheerleader I’ve imagined.” Austin smirked before lifting me back onto the counter. The way he said that actually made my heart skip a beat. However, I didn’t have much of a chance to think about it, as Austin’s head dived into my lap. I felt my cock be encased in his warm, wet cavern. “Oh my God, Austin!” I gasped, running my hands through his blonde, fluffy hair. I had never felt such intense pleasure! My first blowjob and it felt amazing! Austin’s head went up and down, clearly eager to make me moan as loudly as possible. “Fuck, that feels so good… Oh my God…” I moaned, feeling his tongue flick across the slit and run up and down the shaft. I leaned back onto the counter, feeling it’s cool surface as Austin continued blowing me. “Yeah, Alex… You taste good too.” Austin smirked, kissing my thigh. “I wonder what your ass is like…” He whispered. “Wait, what?” I asked, eyes widening. But he had already taken my feet and lifted them upwards and pushed my legs, so my knees were at my chest. “Austin, are you sure you wanna-“ Again, I was cut off by his tongue giving a long lick across my hole. “Ho-o-o-oly fuck!” I shuddered. “Damn, that’s hot.” Austin said before his face was soon buried between my cheeks. I felt his mouth start to hungrily eat me out right in the middle of my store. “Fuck, Austin… That feels so good…” I whimpered as his warm, wet tongue fucked my hole. “So much better than corn dogs…” He said, muffled by my ass. I couldn’t help but chuckle quietly at his cute little statements. He was still the cute, funny and slightly strange dude even whilst eating me out. He eventually pulled his face out. “Fuck me, Austin.” I told him, placing a foot on his shoulder. “Hang on, baby, lemme just stretch you out a bit. I saw them do it in a video.” Austin said before putting a finger in his mouth. Then, when it had enough saliva on it, he began pushing it into my hole. “Fuuuckkkk…” I muttered. “I’m not hurting you, am I?” Austin asked. “No, no. It feels nice.” I told him. “Good. Same here. You feel tight. At least I think? I don’t really have much to compare it to.” Austin said, going down to his knuckle. He began moving his arm back and forth, slowly finger fucking me. “Shit, Austin… Just fuck me! I need it!” I begged. “Fuck, Alex, I need it too.” Austin muttered before pulling his finger out. He placed both feet onto each of his shoulders, looking down at me. Although he looked almost wildly turned on, I could tell that he still cared about my well-being. “If you want me to stop, just tell me.” Austin told me after spitting on his cock for lube. “Thank you.” I said, nervously. Slowly, I felt him begin to push inside me. I scrunched my face up as I felt a burning sensation. “It’s okay, Alex, relax.” Austin muttered, though I could tell he was trying to hide the pleasure on his face. He went deeper and deeper until he was balls deep. “Oh my fuck!! You feel so good, Alex…” Austin moaned. “Sorry, are you okay?” “Y-Yeah… Just keep going… Don’t stop.” I told him, gripping the sides of the counter. “You got it, writer.” Austin said. I watched as Austin’s sexy body began thrusting the hips back and forth, slowly, occasionally kissing my ankles. “Fuck, Alex… Please tell me this is starting to feel good for you because… I feel like I’m in ecstasy.” Austin grunted. “Yeah… It is… G-Go faster.” I told him. So, Austin’s hips began thrusting into me at a quicker pace as the blonde moaned. “Fuck, Alex… Your ass feels so fucking good… Oh my God…” Austin groaned. “Fuck, yeah! Your dick feels so big inside me! Fuck me, Austin!” I whimpered. “Yeah, Alex… Fuck, I should’ve fucked you here the moment I met you…” Austin grunted. “Fuck yeah, you shouldve…” I said, feeling him go even harder and faster. “I-I think I’m gonna cum…” Austin warned me. “Me too…” I breathed. “Where-Where do you want me to- Oh FUCK!” Austin tried but suddenly moaned out, loudly, thrusting deep inside me. I felt his cock twitch inside me and unload, filling me up with his cum, which was enough to set me off. My back arched and my toes curled as I began spraying cum onto my own body. “Oh yeah, cum for me! Holy fuck! Keep cumming! Mmmm that's hot…” Austin said panting above me. After a couple more thrusts, Austin eventually pulled out of me. He watched me as I caught my breath. “There. Don’t you feel better now?” Austin asked. “Oh fuck yes I do.” I nodded. “See? I have my genius moment too.” Austin smirked before scooping the cum off my body and licking it off his fingers. “Shit… Everything about you tastes good.” Austin half laughed. “How long do we have to write the song?” I asked as I watched him continue to lick the cum off my body. “I dunno about… 15 hours?” Austin shrugged when he licked the last drop up. “Good because I have an idea.” I said. “Wow, it really worked? I mean, I knew it would work!” Austin corrected himself. I got off the counter and limped a bit to the piano and began playing. “... Break down the walls…” Austin and I sang, now dressed, finishing the song. It was done! Finally! It still took a while to write but the sex definitely help the momentum afterwards. “It only took all night but we finally fucking did it!” Austin said with relief, standing up. “Fuck yesss!” I cheered, stretching as I stood up as well. “The song is awesome.” Austin smiled before giving me a hug. “Well, you’d better hurry. You’ve got an hour to get to the Helen Show.” I told him. “You mean we better hurry; I want you to be there with me.” Austin admitted. “Are you serious?” I asked, blushing. “I wouldn’t even be going to the Helen Show if it wasn’t for you… Thank you.” Austin smiled before hugging me again. I was really trying to not catch feelings for him… He was really cute. But he was so crazy and we were so different, it would never work out. The shop’s doors opened and in came Dez and Trish, so Austin and I quickly pulled our arms off each other. “We did it!” Austin grinned. “Ah, we knew you could do it!” Trish smiled, wearing a green apron and a headband with tiny little tea cups stuck to it. “Here, we got you this. Guess who got a job at the mug store?” She said, holding out a mug to me. “‘Aw congrats, we knew you could do it’.” I read out. “Aw, thanks!” I smiled. “We also got you this one.” Dez said, handing me another one. He was wearing a purple and grey patterned cardigan and a white shirt, then he had a pair of red pants and hanging suspenders. “‘Sorry, you failed. You did your best’?” I read out, frowning. “No, we got you two mugs just in case. Dez wasn’t supposed to show you that one.” Trish said, glaring at him. “Come on, we gotta go.” Austin smiled. We arrived at the Helen Show and this time we were at the right studio. We watched as the TV host did her thing. Austin was getting ready as Trish, Dez and I watched from the side. I was wearing a white cardigan over a red shirt and darker red pants. “Ok, up next we have Austin Moon with his new song.” She said to the camera. “Ahhh! I can’t believe millions of people are gonna hear my song!” I beamed. “It was so worth quitting my job at the mug store for this.” Trish smiled when suddenly Austin came running over, looking panicked. He was wearing a black leather jacket over a pink shirt and a black and white chequered tie. “Alex! The piano player is sick! You have to play piano for me!” Austin told me. “What? No way! Austin, I told you, I have stage fright.” I shook my head. “What if they turn off the cameras and the audience goes like this?” Dez asked before covering his eyes. “No! No, I’m sorry, I can’t do this.” I told them. “I’m sorry.” I went to leave. “Wait!” Austin said, grabbing me by the wrist. “I have the perfect solution!” “OKAY, WE’RE LIVE IN 30 SECONDS!” A set worker yelled as I sat at the piano. I was on the stage but there was a curtain hiding me from the audience and cameras. I was sweating bullets and shaking with anxiety. Austin peeked his head around to see me. “See Alex? Nobody can see you. It’s just like you’re not on stage.” Austin smiled. “I’m trying really hard not to have a mental breakdown here.” I told him. “You’re doing great, trust me.” Austin said with a wink. I gave a weak smile in return. The show soon started and I was on my own behind the curtain. “Hey and welcome back, here to sing his brand new original song is AUSTIN MOON!” Helen announced, which was my cue. I began playing the piano, for the intro of Austin’s song. “Thank you. This song was written by an incredible songwriter, Alex Dawson.” Austin revealed, making me smile and blush. “He kinda wrote my first song too… Ladies and gentlemen… HERE HE IS!!” Austin declared before the curtain was drawn back. My hands dropped onto the keyboard and I froze. “See! You’re facing your fear! That was my plan. You’re welcome.” Austin smiled, smug. Pure panic and fear set in. I found myself sliding off the piano bench and began crawling away from the spotlight, but it just followed me. I crawled away behind some drums and as I went to stand up, I accidentally shoved my head up into one of the drums. Blinded by the instrument, now stuck on my head, I stumbled backwards into the curtain and grabbed it, but as I fell I brought the curtain down with me, tearing it off the walls. I tried standing up, trying to take the drum off my head, feeling my heart go wild as I panicked, before falling into a large pillar that was part of the Helen Show set. It fell down and I heard loud crashes and smashes around me as I sat on my knees on the floor. When everything finally quieted down, I managed to bring the drum up above my eyes. The set was completely destroyed. It looked like the pillar I had knocked into, fell into more pillars like a domino effect, smashing up the place. “Urrrrr… Let's hear it for Alex, everybody.” Austin said, nervously, before the sign for the show fell with a crash. I lowered the drum firmly over my face again and crawled away. The next few days were pretty shitty. I had gone viral over the internet and people were calling me the freak out boy. But, it wasn’t all bad, I suppose. Double Take became even more viral, which was good for Austin. It was Sunday and Trish and I were wandering to my practice room. I was wearing a red cardigan, a yellow shirt and a pair of denim shorts and Trish was wearing a silver leopard print jacket over a white top and black pants. “How was your date with the old lady?” Trish asked. “She slept through the whole fucking thing. I had to explain the whole thing on the bus ride home.” I sighed before I opened the practice room. The room had been completely transformed! There was a huge neon yellow ‘A’ mounted on the wall, there was a new, black piano and a jukebox, some beanbags and Austin merch all over. Speaking of, Austin was there with Dez. Austin was wearing a purple, white, black and red chequered shirt over a black v-neck and black jeans. Dez had a black and red jacket over a red top and a pair of light and grey patterned pants. “My practice room! O-What is all this stuff?! What are you guys doing here?! ICE CREAM!” I blurted out, seeing a basket with tubs of ice cream in it. “Shit, that piano is gorgeous!” I said, looking at the reflection off it’s black paint. “I used all my money I got from being on the Helen Show to pay for all this.” Austin smiled. “I-I can’t believe you did that! Thank you!” I said, giving him a hug. “I figured we’d be spending a lot of time in here so we should probably make it as comfortable as possible.” Austin reasoned. “Um… We?” I frowned, taking a step back. “I want you to be my partner.” Austin smiled. “Spend more time with you?” I asked, almost afraid after what happened on the Helen Show. “You’re a songwriter with stage fright; I’m a singer who loves being on stage. We’re a perfect match! What do you say?” Austin asked, putting his hand out. I thought about it… I did find him cute. And if it was a way to get more people to hear my music, why not? “Okay. We’re partners.” I smiled, shaking his hand. “Guess who got a job as Austin’s Manager?!” Trish smiled. “She has so much work experience, her resume was about eight pages!!” Austin beamed. “Oh, I promised the fans you’d put up the songs on the website every Friday. Oh and also I don’t work on Fridays or any other week day.” Trish informed us before walking off. “Wait… We have to write a song every week?” I asked, suddenly feeling pressure. “Trish, for the first video we need ten thousand monkeys and a big wedding cake.” Dez told her. “You can have a turtle and a doughnut.” Trish said. “But I already have that!” “Awe man, my video just got put to number 2.” Austin whined. “What’s number 1?” I asked. “You on the Helen Show!” Austin said, amused, showing me. “Hey look! They’re even showing the part where you threw up on Helen! You’re famous! Thanks to me!” Austin chuckled. “Well, lemme show you how thankful I am.” I said, bringing him over to the horrific Austin foam spitter that was now in my practice room, before turning it on, making it shoot into his chest. He laughed as he tried to block it. “Oh me too! Me too!” Dez cheered before stepping in front of Austin and taking great joy of being sprayed. Austin and I exchanged amused looks and laughed. Perhaps this would be a good thing.
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