Josh is smiling to himself, just leaning against the wall and appreciating the familiar full feeling. A nightly occurrence, or at least every night they had a show. They're on in a couple minutes. Dan is standing next to him, drumming absently on the wall.
"Ready?" Dan remarks, and Josh nods.
"As always," he says. Josh nudges up against the wall, feeling that nice press, and he sighs. Dan notices. He grins. He slides over closer, turning to face him, and backstage is busy so nobody sees Dan's hand reach around Josh's back to his ass, feeling for that little PVC rectangle, the base of the plug, and when his fingers find it he toys with it through Josh's jeans, tilting it up, then down, shifting inside of Josh, the plug pressing into the warm, sensitive insides of his ass, the pressing and the pressure against the lining making pleasure and pain bloom, ache, making Josh sigh all long and slow so he doesn't moan. This plug is bigger than the others. Dan was working him up. This is his first show wearing the new plug, and Josh is so lubed up that it's probably making a mess of his boxers. Dan would be taking those later.
Josh starts a bit from his quick moment of pleasure as someone yells that they're going on and the lights go off and Dan steals a quick kiss and then there's a whisper, just audible, "Try not to cum in your jeans onstage," and Josh laughs. He won't. Or at least he doesn't think he will. This is why he always wore his tightest jeans onstage, so they could hide anything should a problem arise, so to say. Josh watches the four shadows fade into silhouettes as they take the stage and the screaming gets louder and he smiles. Yeah, this is what he loves to do, and having Dan as his dominant boyfriend who makes him wear butt plugs onstage really just makes him love it more. Those dirty looks from Dan mid-song are enough to make it worth it.
He waits for his cue for a few more seconds, reaching down the back of his jeans to straighten the plug a bit before he fits on his in-ears and shrugs his jacket a bit more comfortably before he walks into the light and the screaming rises a pitch as he takes the mic from its stand.
The show goes as quickly and fiercely as it usually does. For the first few songs, Josh keeps losing himself somewhere between the lyrics and the constant stirring in his jeans. Sure, a few of his notes come out sexier than he plans, borderline moans, but he's positive Dan loves it. There are coloured lights across the black of the stage and Max knocks into Josh a couple times, but that's to be expected. Josh stops caring about the plug about three songs in. He lets everything go and he dances and he ignores how tight his jeans are because he's fucking high right now and everything smells like sweat and guitar strings except for Josh's fingers, which have the familiar scent of lube.
Josh is an achy mess when the show is finally over. He towels off, throwing it into the crowd afterward, and Josh downs a water bottle as Dan tosses out his last drumsticks. Josh watches him. The way his muscles move under his sweat-slick skin. Ugh. If he wasn't hard already. Josh takes off his mic pack and his in-ears.
Dan goes straight to Josh as soon as he's backstage. He grabs a fistful of Josh's shirt and hisses in his ear, "You find an empty hall or a closet right now."
Josh nods obediently, nearly choking out a "yes sir," but he stifles it. Dan turns Josh around roughly and pushes him forward, making Josh stumble but it was those little hints at his innate dominance that got Josh that much more worked up.
Dan finds a hallway before Josh does. It's one of those dead end ones that lead to a one-room unisex toilet and a supply closet. Dan is far too impatient to get Josh into one of those rooms; he just shoves his chest into the wall. Dan kneels behind Josh and Josh anxiously looks down the hallway to the other one it branches off. Nobody there. No footsteps. He's wrenched from his thoughts by Dan wrenching Josh's jeans and boxers down under his ass and Dan grabs the plug by the base, turning it a bit inside him as he kisses the base of Josh's back.
"Do you like the new plug babe?" Dan asks, his breath ghosting, and Josh bites his lip.
