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Forbidden interaction, wrong place/wrong time, shyness of one or more parties, insecurities, inexperience, for fun or for a challenge - you've got to keep you PDA not so "P."
Secret handholding, coincidental dates, leaning out the window, stolen kisses behind people's backs, the works! Just be cute, be fluffy, and be secret.
This was becoming a habit for them, sneaking off, well barely, in public. They were prepping for the stage when Joey came across the bar and noticed James. James was talking to a few people and the bar was pretty busy tonight. It felt like the perfect moment for some sneaky mischief.
As he walked past, Joey patted James pretty hard as he walked by without stopping. Maybe he would get to disappear into the crowd before the Brit could look at him.
James was busy getting drunk at the bar whilst talking to some of the others when he felt that slap to his ass. Without even turning around he already knew who that cheeky hand belonged to.
"Hello, Joey."
The Brit was a little slow to turn around because the American had disappeared into the crowd. Of course he had the little cheeky bastard. Getting up off the bar stool, James grinned to himself and pushed through the crowds to go and chase the bassist.
Once Joey realized he made it in the crowd without James seeing, he took off toward the back. He saw the crowd parting which meant that James was coming after him. He ducked back into the kitchen and then instantly hoped that Jorgen wasn't back there to scream his name. That would be a sure giveaway.
James was fast and pretty agile for his age, having worked with dangerous wild animals most of his life he had fast reflexes. Joey was around here somewhere as the Brit saw the mass of hair disappear into the kitchen.
The parting of the crowd also was a giveaway as to which way Joey went. That cheeky boy.
"Joey?"
James now entering the kitchen looking for the bassist.
Joey had sprinted across the kitchen and into the door to the stairs that led down into the storage room. Though when he heard the door up in the empty kitchen he stopped. Joey was worried the clip of his boots on the wooden stairs would give away his position. He started back down them on his toes to keep the heels off the wood. He hoped that would keep him quiet enough.
James had expected to see Joey hiding in the kitchen but he wasn't there. Fuck! Where had that boy gotten to? He was more slippery than one of James' snakes back home in his sanctuary. The Brit looked around and saw the door that led somewhere else. Could he have gone that way? Only one way to find out as James walked through it and saw some stairs in front of him.
"Did you go down here?"
James wondered since he didn't hear the telltale signs of rock star boots on wooden stairs.
Joey had made it down into the storage room and sucked in a breath when he heard the door above open. He held it in, listening to see if James started down the stairs. Maybe he would go away?
The bassist started to slink around the side of the shelves to get out of sight from the bottom of the stairs.
"Joey? Are you down here, you cheeky little bastard?"
The Brit smiled to himself as he made his way down the wooden stairs, careful not to trip on anything, since this was the storeroom. Where was he? James had seen Joey run into the kitchen but not double back so--he had to had come this way surely.
"You're a sneaky boy, you know that?"
James didn't know if he was just talking to himself or not.
Joey had to cover his mouth to stop the giggles. He was going to give himself away at this rate. However, he ducked under the stairs to try and come around behind James. He knew he couldn't make it back up the stairs so the next best thing would be to startle the Brit.
James didn't know what to expect as he slowly made his way through the storeroom, checking behind some of the shelving and boxes large enough to hide a crouching person behind them. No sign of Joey. Yet.
"Come on out, sexy boy. You know you want to."
The Brit snorted out some giggles because it sounded stupid talking to nothing.
Joey snuck up behind James and grabbed his ass with both hands. He knew he would be found out. Now, running up the stairs wouldn't be a problem, that was if he made it that far.
James laughed and pulled Joey flush against his body, kissing the bassist's lips roughly while backing him against the nearest wall. Now that he had the boy, James wanted some payback for that cheeky ass slap from earlier, hands now reaching around to squeeze Joey's ass cheeks hard.
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