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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Aug 24, 2012 12:24:38 GMT -6
Kenneth gently cupped his cheek, holding him close as he kissed him back softly. "Do it for yourself and everything else will come after." He said quietly, running his fingers gently over his cheek. He finally wrapped his arms around him, just content to hold him there in his lap. "I love you. I'll be here every step of the way."
Knox watched him silently before he closed his eyes, slowly running his hand over his back. He wouldn't admit he was actually happy to have someone here in his lap, to be able to hold someone and them not leave in the morning. He wanted to tell him not to go, to stay here awhile with him. But he didn't want to get attached himself. He knew there was better out there than him. And he wouldn't keep that from anyone.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Aug 24, 2012 12:32:12 GMT -6
Jordan bit his lip. "I don't deserve to do it for myself..." He murmured, yawning. "I love you, too.." A faint smile. Playing on stage wasn't going to be as much fun his time around, he didn't think. He knew if he just told the crowd he was getting sick, they would understand. Even though it was a lie in many ways.
Angel sighed softly, hand continuing to move lazily over Knox's stomach. He hadn't been able to sit and cuddle with somebody in so long. Not since his teen years, his first and only boyfriend. The kid had died of AIDs, though. He'd been sick most the time they were together, so there hadn't been a focus on sex.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Aug 24, 2012 12:35:46 GMT -6
"Of course you do.." Kenneth said quietly, slowly rubbing his back. "You're our awesome guitarist. You're the most amazing person I know. You're perfect and wonderful and you're my boyfriend. There's no reason not to do it for yourself." He kissed the side of his head, keeping the boy as close to him as he could get.
Knox yawned, opening his eyes when a manager came in. "Come on! We can't have a sleepy show today. Get up, get dressed, and get out the door." He said, and Knoxville flipped him off as he left. "Maybe I don't want to play in the rain, you fucking dick head."
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Aug 24, 2012 12:51:06 GMT -6
He smiled. If there was one thing Kenneth could do, it was better Jordan's mood. He kissed him slowly, hearing the manager walk in.
Angel looked up, kissing Knox softly as the guy left. "Calm down hon.." He murmured tenderly. "Just go enjoy, hm?"
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Aug 24, 2012 12:57:18 GMT -6
Kenneth kissed him back, slowly pulling away as the door was opened. He sighed and carefully got to his feet, helping Jordan up slowly. "It's pouring rain.." He mumbled, reaching over to touch his cheek. "You really have the most beautiful eyes.."
Knox kissed him back, then carefully got up. He walked to his bunk to find a shirt and a hoodie, walking back after he'd put them on. "This is why we need alcohol. Or red bull."
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Aug 24, 2012 13:04:35 GMT -6
"Ew.." He mumbled, standing with a faint gag. "Ugh.. Knox is gonna have to make an excuse for me being sick.." He mumbled, hoping rumors wouldn't get too bad with Kenneth's broken nose and his feeling like crap. He smiled at the comment. "Thanks.." He murmured, kissing his deeply before cautiously making his way to the bunks and pulling his bag from the top. He changed into jeans and pulled his shirt off, studying the bruise over his stomach before tugging on a band shirt and a hoodie.
Angel smiled faintly at that. "Maybe you can go celebrate with that stuff afterwards," He teased. "Or beg your managers." He got up off the floor and motioned for Jordan, gently applying cover up to the bruise on his jaw, then each of his wrists just in case.
Jordan coughed softly, shivering as he fixed his hair with a bandana and grabbed the other one, his signature style.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Aug 24, 2012 13:10:36 GMT -6
Kenneth kissed him back just as deeply, holding tightly to him. He watched him go before he walked to his bunk, fishing through his stuff for his hoodie. He never played in one, and his was too big, so it was bound to make for an interesting show. He let it fall off his shoulder as he he went to pick up the puppy and tuck her away where she'd be warm.
"If I'm getting wasted, everyone else is getting wasted too." He said with a smirk, running his hand through his hair to fix it.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Aug 24, 2012 13:16:13 GMT -6
Jordan grabbed the ID badges that had been left on the table and handed them out, stumbling a bit. He grabbed anything else he needed, and shoved his phone in his pocket before waiting for the others.
Angel just chuckled. "Mm, well, have fun you guys." He didn't need to intrude on their band time, would probably get backstage at some point when they went on.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Aug 24, 2012 13:22:01 GMT -6
"This is gonna be fun.." Kenneth muttered, realizing his make-up was probably just going to wash off in the rain. He pulled his hood over his head, taking Jordan's hand in his before he jumped off the bus. He waved at a few people, stopping to sign a poster or two before he climbed up on the stage.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Aug 24, 2012 13:24:57 GMT -6
"Accidental elbow in the face..?" He offered with a weak smile, taking his hand tightly. He made his way out of the bus cautiously so he wouldn't trip, and shivered again despite his high temperature. He signed a few things carefully, not letting go of Kenneth's hand as he followed him to the stage and onto it around the back, nearly tripping up the steps. "Fuck.." He mumbled.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Aug 24, 2012 13:35:59 GMT -6
"Careful." Kenneth said, gently helping him to the stage. He pulled on his bass, putting in his in-ear mics before he gave Jordan a gentle kiss. He walked over to his side of the stage, almost groaning at the fact they had nothing to keep them dry. He walked out, looking over at Knoxville.
"Guys, it's wet." Knox said, and Kenneth rolled his eyes.
"I hadn't noticed.."
"Between Jordan being sick and Kenneth losing a fight with the door, we're going to have an interesting show."
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Aug 24, 2012 13:43:50 GMT -6
Jordan met the kiss softly and took what he needed, put his ear pieces in before taking his guitar and pulling the strap on. He wandered out after the other two, waving weakly at the crowd with a faint smile. "I guess it's karma for us making fun of Knox at yesterdays show." He breathed into his mic, stepping back and doing a quick shred on the guitar to get the crowd pepped up. He blinked, drawin in a slow breath at the brief dizziness that washed over him. "If I pass out nobody panic." He nodded, grabbing a pick and holding it between his lips in case he needed it.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Aug 24, 2012 13:47:48 GMT -6
"It's only half a set. Hang in there." Knox said, and Kenneth started testing his bass before he started the intro to their first song. He found it almost comical they'd laminated the set lists to nail to the stage. 'Because tape wouldn't hold..' He thought, throwing his pick out into the crows. He walked to the edge of the stage, motioning for them to scream louder before he started playing again.
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Post by jordan marcus ballard on Aug 24, 2012 13:51:08 GMT -6
Jordan drew in another steadying breath and started up with the guitar, eyeing the set list for a moment. It took all his focus to play, and any breaks in the music he got, he was reaching for water. He tossed a pick once he needed to strum, and stepped closer to the mic for back ups.
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Post by kenneth ryleigh jefferson on Aug 24, 2012 13:56:21 GMT -6
Kenneth was beyond glad when the set was finally over. He threw the rest of his picks out into the crowd. He walked back out to the bus, looking over his shoulder to see Knox with his arm around Jordan. He signed a few things, careful not to get them wet before he walked up the steps.
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