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jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka · 6 months ago

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𝕸𝖊 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑

Pairings: Jake Kiszka X Chris Turpin

Word count: ~7800

Warnings: 18+ only!! This is deranged, deprived, and delusional, don’t look at me. Smut including: m/m sex, multiple orgasms, cum play, overstimulation, blood, Talk about Jake being in hospital, making deals with the devil

Lisbon - Winter 2023

I never thought I’d meet the Devil in Portugal. Certainly not on the last night of my most expeditious tour of spellbinding Europe. Most of all, I never thought the Devil would be someone I already knew.

“Feeling sick Josh?” Jake asked his brother as he watched him stir his third cup of hot herbal tea.

“No, my throat is just killing me” he replied as he took a large gulp of the tea before it even had time to cool down. “Feels dry and scratchy”.

“Well don’t overdo it tonight. Just because it’s our last night on this leg doesn’t always mean you need to show off”. Jake placed a comforting hand on his brother's shoulder, his tone kind and gentle though his words still picking lighthearted fun.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever” Josh rolled his shoulder, knocking Jake’s hand from him and continued to sip his tea hoping to calm the tender muscles in his throat before stage time. He couldn’t shake this feeling he had though, a strange and unsettling feeling he’d had since waking up this morning. He’d tried to brush it off as pre show nerves, but he knew what those felt like and this was different. It’s like his body and his mind were trying to tell him something, warn him to be on alert because something was coming. Something bad.

“Great job everybody!” Their team clapped and congratulated them on another excellent show as they each descended the stairs of the stage, the roaring of the crowd behind them growing more muffled and faint as they made their ways back to the greenroom.

“Josh!” One of the stage hands called after them and Josh turned on his heel to see a man hidden behind a large vase full of flowers. “These came for you”.

“Me?” Josh pretended to act surprised like he’d never gotten flowers before, though these were definitely the largest he’d ever received.

“Who are they from?” Danny asked as he sidestepped around Josh and his excessive bouquet.

“Don’t know” Josh set the heavy vase down on the table next to the sofa and shifted through the foliage at the base for any indication of who’d sent them. When he finally found a small card, he flipped it over and his stomach dropped. The only thing on the stark white was an ‘X’ but in a hauntingly familiar handwriting.

“Seems like a waste to me” Sam huffed as he flopped down onto the couch and pulled one of the flower petals between his fingers. “Don’t know how you’re going to get this on the plane home tomorrow. They should’ve sent a bottle or something”.

Josh slapped Sam’s hand away, who in turn shouted “Hey!” and rubbed the back of his hand like it had really hurt. “Don’t touch” Josh asserted with a squint of his eyes. He had a gut wrenching feeling he knew who sent him these flowers, but he didn’t know why. Regardless, he knew it had to be bad news.

Sam grabbed Danny by the arm and the two of them left for their dressing rooms as Josh still studied the ominous card and Jake hydrated with a bottle of water.

“What’s the matter?” Jake asked, sensing some tension coming from his other half.

“Oh, nothing” Josh stuffed the card into the waistline of his suit since it didn’t have any pockets and tried to hurry out of the room, but as soon as he opened the door he came chest to chest with another crew member.

“Sorry, this just came for Jake” the man handed Josh a letter to pass along before scurrying off to finish his duties. Josh closed the door again, deciding to stick around a little longer to see what it was about.

Jake seemed confused when he took the black envelope from Josh’s hand and tore it open, his brows furrowed as he read until his expression softened and his face lit up. “You will never believe who’s here” he smiled as he jumped off the couch in excitement, ready to get out of his stage clothes and dressed to leave in a hurry.

“Who?” Josh questioned in return as he followed Jake down the hallway to his dressing room next.

“Chris!” Jake explained with a bright smile on his face, a friend they had made on the road who Jake particularly had taken very fondly too. “That bastard says he was in the area on some business that finished early. Said he couldn’t make it to the show but he can get a drink”.

“Oh…” Josh didn’t share the same enthusiasm for seeing their so-called friend after so long. In fact he would've been content never seeing the man again, but that would’ve been wishful thinking. It all started to make sense now though, the feeling of impending doom he’d been experiencing, the cheeky bouquet, his throat…

“I’ll come with you” he blurted out right before Jake could shut the door in his face to jump in the shower.

Jake frowned, but not because he didn’t want Josh to come. “If you’re not feeling well you should get some rest. We will probably be out late catching up, and you know things with him can get a little… out of hand”. Jake’s frown faded back into a smile as he recalled the last night he’d spent out with his friend drinking. It was after a show they’d played together in Wisconsin, and although he couldn’t remember much of the night, he remembered watching the sun come up laying in the grass at a park.

“I said I’m fine” Josh pouted, standing in the doorway so Jake couldn’t close it. “What, you don’t want me there or something?” He didn’t want to be sassy in this instance, or make his brother feel guilty for wanting to go out with a friend alone, but Josh couldn’t let him be alone with Chris anymore. At least not until he knew it was safe.

“No, you should come” Jake sighed in defeat, “it will be fun”.

“If you say so” he stepped back now, allowing Jake his space to get ready and headed towards his own dressing room.

Josh took a long shower, his mind fueled by the steam surrounding him as it worked in overdrive trying to reconcile what was happening. If this was really happening. When he got out he already had a text from Jake.

Hurry up, car is waiting in the parking lot.

Josh dressed in the clothes he’d packed for after the show, not really what he would’ve chosen to go out in, but still presentable enough in case they were spotted. Once he finally made his way outside Jake was calling him over through the rolled down window.

“Come on! He’s already waiting for us!” Jake hollered, not caring if anyone lurking around might hear them.

“I’m coming, damn” Josh replied, zipping his jacket up and jogging over to the car glad it had already been warmed up before climbing inside.

“So what did he say he was here for?” Josh questioned as he stared out the window at the cityscape lit up by street lamps.

“Don’t know, some business” Jake replied with a shrug. He didn’t seem bothered by the fact it was odd he was running into a friend overseas. Whether the friend was from Europe himself or not, Josh thought it was strange.

“We can get a cab back to the hotel” Jake told their driver when they reached the bar, not wanting him to wait up for them.

“Listen,” Josh grabbed a hold of Jake’s arm when they stepped back out into the crisp winter air, “I have a bad feeling about this”.

“About what?” Jake turned to face him, confused and slightly hurt by Josh’s reluctance.

“About Chris” Josh whispered, looking around to make sure he wasn’t outside waiting for them and hearing this whole conversation.

“Why would you say that?” Jake tugged his arm from Josh’s grasp, growing more irritated and concerned by the second. “He’s my friend”.

“I know he is, but just promise me that if things get tense we can leave”. Josh was begging already, reaching out to Jake again who stepped back out of the way.

“I said you didn’t have to come”. Jake’s brows furrowed, he was torn between still being excited to go inside, and worried about why Josh was acting so absurd.

“I know, let’s just go in” Josh decided to brave it and walked ahead of Jake, his eyes scanning the packed bar for the man in question.

“Over here!”

Jake found him first, walking quickly over to where Chris stood up from the table he’d saved, the two meeting each other in a hug before sitting back down across from each other.

Josh slid into the booth next to Jake, who eyed him sideways to watch how he reacted when Chris thanked them for coming out so late.

“This isn’t late for us, we’re usually up a good few hours after the show anyways, right Josh?”

Josh nodded, avoiding eye contact with the man across the table.

“Well, what are you drinking?” Chris asked, already starting to stand again so he could order from the bar.

“You know what I like” Jake smiled up at him, confident that the friend he remembered Chris being would save that information about him.

“Coming right up” Chris smiled back, sending a quick wink to Jake before turning his attention to Josh. “And for you dearest?”

“I’ll get my own” Josh answered curtly, standing as well and taking off to the bar first.

“Did you get my flowers?” Chris asked with a playful smirk on his face as he leaned on the bar next to Josh, waiting to get the bartender’s attention.

Josh squeezed his hands that he had folded over each other, a phantom pain on his palm having flared up since arriving. He knew what it was, but he couldn’t bring himself to look down and see if the old seemingly healed wound had somehow reopened.

“What are you doing here?” Josh murmured underneath his breath, glancing back to check and make sure Jake was still waiting for them at the table. “I thought I had more time”.

Chris chuckled, obviously taking amusement in Josh’s distress. “Oh you do, I just wanted to check in and see how my friend was doing. Seems like he’s recovered well”.

“Jake is fine” Josh spat back, his protective tendencies over his brother overtaking him.

“And i'm glad to see it” Chris chuckled again, not even a bit concerned with Josh’s defensiveness.

“I take it you didn’t tell him anything?” He asked after they put in their orders, the bartender making their drinks quickly so she could move on to the next waiting patron.

Josh didn’t reply, only grabbed his drink when it was ready and headed back to their table, trying to collect himself on the way. How could he have told Jake anything about what happened? He still hardly believed it himself.

A few drinks in and Chris and Jake were still laughing with each other as they got caught up. Josh stayed mostly quiet, pushing around melted ice in his glass with the stir straw, his hand still clenched where it rested on his thigh beneath the table.

“Well, I’m glad to see you’ve been doing well” Chris reached over the table and took one of Jake’s hands in his own, making him adjust in the booth and lean closer to the table. “You know I visited when you were at the hospital”.

“You did?” Jake was surprised to hear this, glancing over at his brother for answers that Josh didn’t want to give. “Wait, they let you visit?” He started to think back on the whole ordeal, remembering how hard it was for even his family to visit with Covid protocols still in place.

“Josh remembers” Chris revealed, pretending to not understand why he wouldn’t have said anything. “Don’t you?”

“I remember” Josh bit out through gritted teeth, Jake being the one he avoided eye contact with now and he stared Chis in the eye.

Jake pulled his hand from the table and leaned over to whisper, “Josh can I talk to you?”

“Be right back, bathroom” he told Chris as he followed Josh out of the booth, waiting until they were in the hallway to the bathroom to begin his confrontation. “Did something happen between you two while I was in the hospital?”

“It’s nothing” Josh replied, fighting off a wince as his palm burned again.

“So something did happen?” Jake scoffed, knowing Josh would only say it’s nothing when he was avoiding telling the truth.

“See this is what I meant when I said I had a bad feeling” he tried to explain, without really explaining anything at all which only made Jake more upset. If only he could think he would come up with something to tell him, but the pain just kept growing, overpowering all his senses. “Fuck, my hand hurts!”

He finally turned his hand over and looked down, seeing the faint scar that had once faded into the creases of his palm inflamed and irritated. The red X that had been marked into his skin now fully visible.

“Tell me what happened” Jake pushed, ignoring the distress Josh was currently in.

In their distraction, they hadn’t seen Chris join them in the hallway until his voice echoed through, “tell him Josh”.

“Jake, we need to go” Josh pleaded again, cradling his hand to his chest as he started to breathe heavily.

“No, not until you tell me”.

“I promise you I will tell you everything, but please not here. Not around him” he glanced over to see Chris standing in their way, hoping there was an emergency exit somewhere near them they could escape from if needed. “He’s- he’s not good”.

“He’s right” Chris began toward them, his hands stuffed in his pockets to seem harmless, though Josh really knew what he was capable of. “I’m not good”.

“What do you mean?” Jake turned towards Chris now, searching for the answers no one would give him.

Josh used his good hand to grab Jake’s arm again and pull him back, trying his best to protect him even if Jake didn’t know yet why. “Jake, you have to believe me, Chris, he’s-”

Before Josh could finish whatever sentence he had, Chris smiled wickedly and cocked his head to the side. “I’m the Devil”.

“You were dying Jake” Josh explained how desperate he was, sitting in that white room next to his twin wasting away in a bed.

“So you made a deal with the devil?” Jake repeated what Josh had told him only a moment ago, still trying to wrap his head around everything.

“I made a deal with him, yes” Chris responded, “to save your life in exchange for his voice”.

Jake winced, falling back against the booth of the table they’d found empty in the darkest corner of the bar. “His voice? But why?”

“Because it’s his livelihood. It’s what makes him successful, special” Chris replied simply, like it was as obvious as asking for his soul.

“So in two more years Josh won’t have a voice anymore?” He grabbed his brother's hand laying next to him, regretful now for having been such an ass to him earlier. He was only frightened that Chris was here to collect early.

“That’s correct”.

“So why are you here now then?” Josh asked next, still worried that there was something else he wanted rather than to just torture him with his presence.

“I’m here to offer you another deal” Chris smiled, his charm never wavering.

“Whatever it is, hell no” Josh replied without hesitation, trying to flee from the table, but getting caught by Jake’s hold on his hand.

“What’s your offer?” Jake wanted to stay and indulge him. He couldn’t imagine what would be worse than Josh losing his voice, so he wanted to know what else he could possibly want.

“He’s the thing, Josh is just a means to an end. Who I really want is you, Jake”.

“Me?” He was shocked, wondering ‘whatever did the devil want with me?’

“This is what I do” Chris explained, “I find talented successful people and I turn them to me. I’ve had my eye on you ever since we met but I never found a good enough reason to convince you to make a deal with me. Your band was already growing in popularity, more than you could ever have dreamed of. You’re not in it for the money or the fame. You’re already living your dream. What could I offer you to agree to an eternity of service?”

Josh squeezed Jake’s hand, a silent plea to leave, but Jake wanted to hear more. He wanted to know what Chris was convinced he finally had to offer him.

“Except Josh’s freedom”.

“No Jake” Josh tugged him closer, forcing him to look at him. “I won’t let you sacrifice yourself for me”.

Tears started welling in both their eyes as Jake tried to maintain his composure. “But you did it for me” Jake choked back a sob, his throat clenching around his words.

“Yes, I did it for you and I’d do it again, but what’s done is done” he held his injured palm out, showing Jake the red X that had been carved into his flesh over a year ago. The symbol of the contract he’d made to save his twin's life.

Jake ghosted his fingertips over the welts, Josh trying not to wince at the pain. “So if I agree, Josh will be let go? He won’t lose his voice, ever?”

Josh tried to argue with him again, but Jake curled his fingers up around his scar and pushed his hand back to his chest. “Is that the deal?”

“I’ll break his contract. It will be like he never made it to begin with” Chris assured him, already grinning at his cunning ability to entrap Jake the way he’d wanted. The only way he knew he could. By the use of his family.

“I have some stipulations though. If I’m to serve you for eternity that is” Jake asserted, wiping his cheek dry of the one tear he couldn’t keep contained.

Chris chuckled, no doubt entertained by Jake’s assertion considering who he was trying to barter with right now. “I’m listening”.

“Nothing happens to my family, ever” Jake started, that being the most important to him. He didn’t want anything like this to happen to a loved one again.

“Fine, you’re the only one I want anyways”.

“Next, I want to start another band, and you're going to help me”.

“Jake” Josh groaned, unsure about why he was demanding that of all things.

Jake looked at him again, regret and sorrow coloring his expression as he tried for once to actually telepathically explain: he said I’d been free while I’m still touring. I won’t make the three of you give up the rest of your lives to save me.

“Done” Chris responded, actually interested in what Jake had in mind. He’d been quite bored for a while now, and now that he’d have Jake soon he could use something else to consume his time.

“So what do we do? I need to sign something in blood?” Jake looked around nervously, thinking if Josh had that scar on his palm from his deal then he’d have to offer his to be cut open too.

“Go back to your hotel, I’ll come when the time is necessary”. With that Chris left them alone, Josh crumpling onto his arms against the table as he couldn’t hold back his emotion any longer, and Jake running circles on his trembling back.

Jake waited in Josh’s room until he was finally asleep. It was early in the morning but still sure to be dark outside for a few more hours at least. Josh tried to convince him to change his mind, to let it be and leave him to face the consequences of his own deal he’d made. Of course Jake couldn’t allow that, Josh had made that deal out of fear. When he thought there was nothing else he could do to save his life, and Jake couldn’t go on living knowing he’d be the cause of Josh’s pain for the rest of his own.

When Jake finally made it to his room he didn’t flip the light on, just kicked his shoes off at the door and made his way to the shadowy figure who lay waiting for him.

“Did you console him?” The figure asked as Jake continued to ignore him, shedding his outermost layer and tossing the jacket onto the chair across from the bed.

“As best as I could, but how do you tell someone everything is going to be alright when they know what you’re doing?” Jake fussed as he collapsed onto the edge of the bed.

“I want you to know that I didn’t want to bring him into this. I quite like him actually, especially after giving himself up like that for you. I just needed a way to have what I wanted”. It was odd hearing him plead with Jake to believe him, even in some sick way to forgive him, but at the same time when Jake looked up at him he still saw his dear friend staring back, and it confused him- made his heart clench.

Chris had never made Jake uncomfortable or been any cause for stress. In fact, the two of them had hit it off almost immediately after meeting. He’d been so thrilled to see him tonight, ignorantly oblivious to what he was walking into, and yet Josh had tried to warn him.

“Why me?” Jake still didn’t understand, he was just a man after all. What had he done to bear the burden of the interest of the devil himself?

Chris slowly approached, stopping just a few feet from where Jake sat frozen in place, and crouched down before him. “Because you’re you” he quizzically explained, “your talent, your drive, your passion, I want it all”.

Jake shook his head, “I still don’t understand. What’s wrong with me? Am I no good?”

A hand found its way onto Jake’s knee, snaking between his legs and coming to rest hot against his thigh. “You're perfect Jake”.

“No,” Jake sucked in a shuddering breath, feeling his body tremble with fear, or anticipation, or something else, he couldn’t discern the difference in this moment. Not when he had those piercing eyes staring right up at him. “I think there is something wrong with me. Because I know I should hate you, I know I should fight this harder, but I can’t, and I’m not”.

“Why not?” Chris tried to suppress his smirk this time as his other hand came to rest on Jake’s opposite knee as well.

“Because I know I should be scared of you, but instead I’m drawn to you still. I always have been”.

Chris gave Jake’s thighs a gentle squeeze, trying to show him that his touch wasn’t harmful. “You don’t have to be afraid of me, I won’t hurt you”.

Jake knew he must’ve been hysterical at this point, or perhaps he was already under some wicked spell, because he let out a soft laugh which filled the warm room. “I feel like that is exactly what the devil would say to you. I don’t know if I can trust that”.

“And what would your friend say to you to make you trust them again?”

“I don’t know” Jake sighed, the frustration getting to him once more as he covered his eyes with his forearm so he could attempt to think straight. “Trust is earned not given”.

“I can earn your trust again, we’ve got a lot of time. You’ve no reason to be in a hurry anymore”. Chris moved to stand again, pressing his knees to the edge of the bed between Jake’s legs and used one hand to slowly pry the arm away from Jake’s face.

“There really must be something wrong with me” Jake trembled again when Chris didn’t let go of his arm, his nimble fingers smoothing down and around Jake’s wrist, “but if I’m going to hell anyways I might as well make it worth my while, right?”

Without a second thought about what he was doing, Jake grabbed Chris by the collar of his button down and yanked him closer, bridging the small gap between them until their lips were crashing together.

The kiss was desperate and eager, Chris allowing Jake to take command as he bit down on his lip hard enough he tasted the warm metallic of blood. Jake pulled back, expecting to see the fresh wound, but Chris’s lips were perfect as ever, the only evidence there had ever been a tear in the pinkened skin was the lingering taste on Jake’s tongue.

“So, what’s next? Where do I sign?”

It felt like the air in the room shifted, maybe the heater kicked on Jake couldn’t tell, but he felt a warmth growing in the pit of his stomach as Chris silently scooped him up by the small of his back and deposited him back further onto the bed.

Jake immediately wrapped his arms around Chris’s shoulders and pulled him in again, their kiss taking its time now as fingers mindlessly worked on the buttons of each other's shirts.

“We can do this the fast way” Chris softly spoke against the curve of Jake’s neck as he placed kisses there next, sending a shiver down Jake’s spine despite the flush spreading across his chest and brow.

“Or?” Jake dared.

“Or,” he felt Chris’s lips curl into a smile against his jaw, “I can take my time and you can savor this”.

“So you’re going to fuck me then? Is that how this works?” Jake continued to challenge with the tone in his voice and the way he tangled his fingers into the golden locks that framed the face of the figure above him.

Chris answered him with another kiss, a deep kiss that flooded Jake’s senses with the taste of black tea and the smell of the salty ocean. “I’m going to worship you” he continued, his sultry voice smoother than dark chocolate as his hands slipped Jake’s linen shirt off his shoulders and found purchase along his waist. “Tonight will be your first taste of eternity”.

Jake licked his lips, holding his breath as he felt his body starting to tremble again underneath the palms that caressed up his chest then sailed down until they hit shore on the waistband of his pants.

“Wait-” Jake jerked back up when those steady fingers found destination at his button, skillfully slipping the plastic through the hole with one hand.

Chris paused where he was, knowing that Jake would allow him to continue when he regathered his sorts.

“I want to… can I… touch you too?”

Taking one of Jake’s hands in his own, Chris placed his palm against his chest, Jake settling down as he felt the thrumming of a heart beat just behind the rib cage. He somehow hadn’t expected that, but the feeling calmed him, it felt real.

“You’re going to be mine Jake,” he reached over with his other hand and cupped Jake’s face, swiping his thumb over his cheek bone then his lips as Jake’s eyes fluttered closed, “but first that means I’m yours”.

Jake tore Chris’s shirt the rest of the way off his body before removing his own that still barely clung to his frame, capturing him in another kiss as he pressed their now bare chests firmly together.

“Mine?” Jake pulled away for a split second to ask.

“Isn’t that what you want?” Chris answered him with a provocative cock of his brow. “I saw the way you looked at me when you thought no one was watching”.

Resuming his affections Chris placed open mouthed kisses against Jake’s collar now, arms coming around him again as Jake cradled his head against his chest. “The way you wanted me” he continued between kisses that grew harder and deeper, pulling a whimper from deep within Jake’s throat, “made me want you even more”.

“You can have me,” Jake whined when his nipple pebbled over after being played with by a cool wet tongue. “You can have me like this… but let Josh go, and let me live”.

Chris stilled again, lifting his head to look Jake in the eye. “I’m sorry dearest, but that’s not up for debate”.

Jake frowned. He could try begging but he knew it would only damage his character in Chris’s eyes, ultimately getting him nowhere but a little less respect. All that was left now was to accept his fate, and he did that by laying back down and opening his arms.

Chris rejoined him, starting back at his chest and slowly working his way down until Jake was lifting his hips, silently asking for his pants to be removed next. “Do you want me to leave these on for now?” Chris asked as his fingers ghosted the elastic of Jake’s boxer briefs.

“No, I want it all off”.

With that Chris curled his fingers underneath the fabric and pulled both his pants and underwear down past the swell of his hips, Jake pulling his legs free one by one until he was left in absolutely nothing on the bed.

“You’re beautiful even here too” Chris mused as he wrapped his fist firmly around Jake’s already hardened length. He watched closely as he gave a tentative tug, noticing the way Jake’s eyebrows knit at the center when he pressed the pad of his thumb firmly against the underside and followed that prominent vein up to the sensitive head of his tip.

Jake’s back arched slightly off the bed as the strokes grew faster and tighter, bringing him to the edge faster than he would ever admit after the fact.

“Wait, I’m gonna-” he grabbed Chris’s wrist in a feeble attempt to slow him down and at least prolong the inevitable.

“It’s okay, cum for me Jake” Chris commanded, fascinated by the way the man below him squirmed and fought until finally he couldn’t hold it in any longer.

Thick ropes of creamy white shot across Jake’s abdomen as Chris worked him through it, waiting until Jake had descended back down from his high before he removed his hand and brought it to his lips to lick his thumb clean.

“So much for not being in a hurry” Jake huffed, sitting up onto his elbows to examine the mess he’d made.

“Don’t worry, we’re not done” Chris smirked, standing from the bed to slip out of his own pants. “Do you have any lube?”

“No” Jake blankly answered as he stared at the man in front of him in awe. His muscular thighs, slim waist and broad shoulders. Even in the near pitch dark he could see him perfectly, golden and nothing short of angelic.

“Do you not come prepared, or did you use it all?” His smile grew wider as he noticed Jake staring.

Jake rolled his eyes, but that was really just an excuse to avoid eye contact before a blush could spread across his face. “I usually keep it in my overnight bag, but before we got on the flight to come overseas I forgot it was too big to bring in my carry-on” he explained. “I had to throw it away. Sam made fun of me for three days”.

Jake felt the bed dip as Chris crawled back over to him. “That’s alright, we can just use this” with two fingers Chris started to gather up Jake’s cum from his stomach. “We don’t want to let it go to waste anyways, do we?”

A whimper slipped from Jake next as Chris positioned himself between his legs, moving his cum slicked fingers towards his entrance. “What? Did you want a taste first?”

Jake had never once thought about wanting to taste himself, but he still felt his head nodding as his pupils blew wide when we watched Chris bring his hand back to his mouth and lick just a small amount dripping from his middle finger, preserving the rest for its other intended purpose. Holding it there on his tongue Chris leaned back over and Jake opened his mouth willingly, their tongues dancing together for a moment of distraction as his fingers went back to massage his hole. Once he was slicked up Chris pressed the first inside, coaxing a groan from Jake that he swallowed down.

“Good, that’s it” he praised as he worked that finger in and out, only pushing deeper after he felt Jake fluttering around him then relaxing. He took his time working him open, adding a second finger only when he was ready, and then slowly a third until Jake was thrashing around again.

“Mmm, need more” he panted, a glistening of sweat collecting across his brow and underneath his lip.

Chris retreated his third finger, then pushed inside harder and as deep as he could, hooking his two fingers until he was reaching somewhere deep inside.

“Fuck!” Jake moaned sinfully, back arching off the bed again as his now neglected cock lay hard and leaking again.

With the spot that made him see stars found, Chris stayed there committing its precarious location to memory until Jake was gripping his thigh, digging his blunt nails in as hard as he could.

“You said your mine..” Jake managed to gasp out between moans.

“Yes?” Chris concurred, though he questioned Jake’s intention for bringing it up now.

He squeezed Chris’s thigh again, craning his neck to try and get a look at him, still looking calm and collected as Jake gradually unraveled piece by piece.

“I want you”.

Chris chuckled, giving a few more calling motions of his fingers before he slowly pulled them free and lifted one of Jake's legs to his shoulder. “I want nothing more” he confessed as well, turning his lips to the shaking knee he held and peppering kisses there until he felt Jake wiggling his hips.

“Someone is still impatient” he taunted, but shifted to line himself up anyways, quickly losing his own patience as Jake gave into desire.

Jake’s jaw went slack as his body fought the first couple of inches, but soon he was melting back into the mattress and Chris was sliding all the way inside.

“I feel… so full” Jake groaned, waiting to adjust to the size he was taking before he reached over and pulled Chris down for another taste of that rich darkness.

There was no need to express readiness, they could both feel the tension give way as Chris started to rock his hips forward, Jake throwing his head back onto the pillows in bliss. Free again, Chris leaned back and angled his thrusts upwards, nailing Jake right in that special spot he’d found earlier.

“Right there?” Chris provoked with another harder pointed thrust, sending Jake into a fit of moans and desperate grasps of the sheets beneath him.

“Right fucking there” he managed to respond coherently, his eyes squeezed shut and his mouth hanging open as he gasped for air between the noises that tore their way from his throat.

Suddenly the rocking of the bed Jake hadn’t even registered was pounding into the wall behind them stopped, and before he could express his dismay Chris was scooping him up by his underarms and lifting him into his lap.

“You want me? Take me” Chris instructed, picking away the strands of hair around Jake’s mouth and brow that had clung to his sweat.

Jake swallowed hard then wrapped his legs around Chris’s waist, placing his hands against his shoulders and leveraging himself just right to begin to bounce up and down. Chris grabbed two handfuls of Jake’s ass, groping him more than he helped. Jake didn’t mind, he was faring just fine as he slipped one hand between their bodies and started to stroke himself along.

“I’m gonna cum again” he whimpered, feeling his cock twitching wildly in his hand as it worked to produce once more.

“This is only going to sting for a moment” Chris whispered, his words confusing and just barely comprehensible to Jake who was working so hard to get himself back on that edge of darkness.

A sting did come, sharp hot pain coming from his chest as Chris used the nail of his thumb to carve an X into Jake’s skin.

“No!” He cried out, tears falling from the corners of his eyes as the shock of it all ripped him from his impending orgasm. His chest tightened, lungs fighting for air as his blood seared in his veins. “I can’t breathe, Chris I can’t breathe!”

“Shhh,” Chris soothed, kissing at his jaw and exposed throat until he started to lap away at the open wound, collecting droplets of blood and sweat with each flick of his tongue. “It’s over, you did so good”.

He moved Jake’s hand that had stopped working over himself and started up where he’d left off, pulling more sobs from Jake as his body shook from all the sensations it just had to withstand.

“Are you going to give me one more?”

Jake glanced down, realizing only now that he had already come again, but he was still painfully hard and needing more relief. He tossed his head from side to side, boarding on over stimulation when his thumb began to pass back over his slit with firm pressure.

“I think you can Jake” Chris encouraged him, stopping his thrusts to focus his attention between them.

Jake’s grip on Chris’s shoulder tightened as he felt his muscles lock into place. He stared down at himself, amazed as he came for a third time, the creamy substance just barely leaking from his tip in between Chris’s fingers.

They sat still for a while as Jake caught his breath, then Chris gently lowered him back onto the bed.

“Rest, your body is going to be weak” he kissed Jake’s temple, smoothing his hair again as Jake laid there limp and completely spent.

Jake worried what he was supposed to do now, but those worries faded away when his eyelids grew heavy and sleep took him into its comforting embrace.

A banging at his door woke him.

“Jake come on, late check out it at 3” the sound of Josh’s voice seeped into his hotel room.

He sat up in the bed, weary of what was going on around him and the state he’d been left in last night. When he stood though he found that despite some wobbly legs he’d been cleaned up and tucked into bed safely.

“Jake!” Josh banged again.

“Hold on!” Jake hollered back, grabbing the hotel robe from the bathroom before opening the door to see his twin starting to grow frantic with worry.

“Are you alright?” Josh glanced around the room, not noticing anything out of place but still suspicious nonetheless.

“I’m fine” Jake answered him, clutching the robe closed tightly across his chest. He remembered all of what had happened last night up until falling asleep.

“Well, are you going to get ready? We kind of have a flight to catch. You can sleep on the plane home”.

“Yeah, just let me shower real quick. I’ll meet you guys down there at 3 ok?”

Josh’s eyes narrowed. He could sense something was off, but more importantly when he woke up this morning the pain and the scar on his palm was gone. “Okay, but hurry up we can’t be late this time”.

Jake assured him he would be down in time and shut the door before hurrying back into the bathroom. He looked at himself in the mirror, mentally preparing to see a large ugly fresh wound on his chest, but when he slowly peeled the robe back he was met only with a faint scar. His fingertips traced the lines, the X carved into him marking the deal he’d made.

After the shower he dressed in something comfortable for the airport, always dreading the long haul flights even in the comfort of their upgraded seats they were now able to afford.

He made his way down the hallway, suitcase and overnight bag both in hand, his mind racing with thoughts of last night while he waited for the elevator to deposit him onto the lobby floor.

Sam and Danny had apparently managed to get up early to grab breakfast and were already packed away and ready in the van to take them to the airport, but Josh waited behind to make sure Jake made it.

“Hey, can I talk to you real quick?” Jake asked him, knowing they needed to have this conversation in private before getting onto the van with the others.

“Sure” Josh replied, staying seated on the couch in the small lounge by the front desk.

Jake sighed, he didn’t know how to break it to him easily so instead he just came right out with it. “Chris was in my room last night when I left you”.

Josh shifted in his seat, anger and betrayal and sorrow flooding his thoughts, but he maintained his composure out here in the open. “I had a feeling”.

“Really?” Jake questioned, sitting down next to Josh and taking his hand, not even remembering that it had been bothering him before.

“Yeah, I’m free now. I can feel it” he turned his hand over in Jake’s, showing the clear skin no longer adorned with his mark. “You made the deal with him didn’t you?”

Jake thought for a moment, things clicking in his head as he realized that if Josh had made a deal first then did that mean he and Chris had… “What happened when he met with you? In the hospital I mean?”

Josh squirmed again, it wasn’t something he liked to reminisce on considering he’d blocked the memory out for so long he’d even managed to convince himself it was never real in the first place. “We went into a room,” Josh began, eyes growing distant like he was picturing it now. “He told me what the deal was. You would make a recovery and in exchange I would lose my voice in four years. When I agreed he used his thumb and cut my hand like this” Josh used his finger to trace the invisible X. “Then he kissed me”.

Jake physically recoiled a little bit, so what he feared was true?

“And then he left. I went back to your room and fell asleep. When I woke up the nurses were rushing in because you were regaining consciousness”.

“He just left? Did you see him again?”

“No”. Josh shook his head. He hadn’t wanted to see him again, not ever, and certainly not last night.

“So you and him… you didn’t?”

Josh looked over at Jake, not following where he was going.

Jake lowered his voice in case curious ears had come looking for them. “You didn’t sleep with him?”

“What? No!” Josh immediately responded, then his eyes grew wide. “Wait, did you?”

“It doesn’t matter”. Jake jumped up and grabbed his room key out of his back pocket to return to the desk, “come on, let’s go”. Josh followed behind him trying to get him to answer his question but Jake only ignored him.

“Jacob Kiszka?” The clerk asked when he handed in the key. “This was left here for you”.

He handed over a letter, just like the one he’d gotten after the show. It had to be from Chris. Jake tore the letter open, eyes scanning the contents quickly.

“Well?” Josh dropped the last subject, more concerned with what Jake was reading now.

“I’m not coming home” Jake spoke shortly as he read the letter over once more.

“What?”

“My flights were changed. I’m staying in Europe during the break. To work on the new band”.

Josh was slightly relieved, he was afraid Jake was being taken away from them already even though from what he’d heard last night their deal was Jake wouldn’t have to do the devil's bidding as long as he still toured.

“He can’t just do that can he? That wasn’t what you discussed at the bar. He can’t just-” Josh tried to figure out how to prevent Jake from staying, but he felt powerless knowing who he was up against.

“It’s ok” Jake steadied his brother with a hand on his shoulder as he folded the letter and kept it in his pocket. “Don’t worry, I’m staying. We will work and record, and by Spring time I’ll be back ready to finish out this tour. We’ve still got projects we’re working on, hell Danny’s already convinced everyone we’ve got another album ready to go. I won’t be disappointing anyone”.

Josh let out a long exhale. He wanted to fight this, tell Jake he had to come home, but what he saw in Jake’s eyes told him he could trust that he would soon enough. Jake was excited, he’d always had more he wanted to share, more music he wanted to produce outside the realm of what they had already established together in their band of brothers. Maybe this was going to be good for him, as backwards and fucked up as that did sound- starting a band with the devil.

“Call me, anytime for any reason”. Josh demanded, throwing himself onto Jake and wrapping his arms tightly around his midsection.

“Of course, I’ll see you soon. Make up something to tell Sam and Jake for me okay?”

Josh nodded, wiping his face dry against Jake’s jacket.

St. Louis - spring 2024

Everyone was more than excited when Jake returned home. Of course Sam and Danny wanted to hear everything about what he’d been up to while staying behind in Europe.

Jake told them stories of the places he’d stayed. The countryside they’d traveled, and the sites he’d seen all in the interest of gaining inspiration for the new band - Mirador.

He recounted large English mansions that housed their own recording studios he’d spent hours in writing and recording, leaving out all the extra time he’d spent fucking his new bandmate between sessions.

With what little time they’d had, it all came together just in time to start opening on the spring leg of the Starcatcher tour. They didn’t have a full finished record yet, but the announcement was made anyways. There was no turning back now, not that there ever really was.

Jake took the stage, Chris watching him in his element with a smile on his face. Everyone in the crowd waited with baited breath, excitement filling their souls as the first notes they played together rang loudly through the stadium and Jake stepped up to the mic…

#Jake Kiszka #Chris Turpin #I don’t really know how to tag this so hopefully it reaches its targeted audience 😅

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