2.1

You watch in horror as the elevator doors open as you frantically move for your clothing, but it was futile.

Alec peeks his head out of the elevator and you feel as though your blood has turned to ice. Your jeans were at least another ten second crawl from your spot on the ground, and you desperately tug your crop top down, but it does nothing to help the situation. Monica and Mitchell turn around lazily as they pull their clothes back on in far less of a rush than you. You resign yourself to the incomprehensible nightmare unfolding before you.

"Ah! Alec! What elegant timing," Mitchell exclaims, standing up to brush himself off casually.

"I believe we were just about to find somewhere more comfortable," he says, reaching over to take Monica's hand. She turns to you to see your face, which you assume conveyed your utter horror. She simply smiles widely and gives you a wholly unhelpful thumbs up as she allows herself to be led back over to the elevator by Mitchell. He gives Alec a wink on his way past. You were about to be left alone with Alec, whom you hadn't exchanged more than three words with. You're cursing yourself for your lie about sleeping with him earlier, or it would have seemed reasonable to protest even slightly at your current situation.

You allow yourself to make eye contact with Alec for the first time, who was silently eyeing you from a lengthy distance, still just outside the elevator doors. You look down at the ground as you feel his gaze move below your waist, and once again draw your knees up to your chest. You continue to feign a sudden interest in the gravel for what feels like an eternity before you hear a soft clink. He had drawn a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and was taking a heavy first drag out of one already between his teeth. You watch his mouth suck in the smoke and gently puff it out. Even in your already exhausted state you can't help but admire his sharp jawline and chiseled features.

"Smoke?" He asks, addressing you directly for the first time. He takes another cigarette out of the packet and twirls it deftly across his fingers, reminiscent of one his stick tricks during the performance.

"Sure." You say, praying he couldn't hear the quiver in your voice. He smiles as he stares off into the skyline, another puff of smoke emitting from his mouth. You stand up nervously and walk over with a measured pace as to not betray your unstable legs. You take the cigarette with shaking fingers.

"Here," he says, jutting his head out toward you, presenting the glowing end of his cigarette to light your own. You place it between your lips and carefully hold it out as you grow even closer to him. You look into his eyes, mere inches away from his face softly illuminated by the moonlight. He reaches a hand up to grip yours gently, and you realize your whole body was trembling so obviously that your cigarette wasn't even in the vicinity of his.

"Sorry," you say quickly out of the corner of your mouth. The end of your cigarette finally lights, and you step back, relieved as you inhale the thick smoke.

"So, have we met?" Alec was looking at you again, and you avert his eyes almost instantly.

"No," You answer honestly.

"Personally, I was under the impression that you were not, in fact, meant to be backstage. But I wasn't going to deny Mitchell quality time with a couple of dedicated fans." He was still looking at you, analyzing your reaction to his bold accusation. He wouldn't be asking this if he was upset, or he would've already asked you to leave. It felt more like he was teasing you, while demonstrating at the same time that he held all the cards here, and he knew it.

"Hmmm," barely managing to keep a straight face, you focus intently on your cigarette before gaining a sense of renewed confidence. You fire back, "I don't know, seemed like all you had time to do was stare earlier. You really came up with all that too?" It was your turn to smile as you blow your own puff of smoke into the night sky, the nicotine calming your nerves instantly.

"Maybe I was staring because I've been on a first name basis with every roadie we've ever employed, and knew right away that we definitely hadn't picked up any as cute as you." You almost have your second coughing fit of the night, but stop yourself, sloppily releasing the smoke from your mouth. But you weren't prepared to throw yourself at him the same way Monica had at Mitchell. You keep your poker face as you shoot back,

"Doesn't everyone say to stay away from the drummers?" You can't help but reveal a tiny smile, shocking yourself with your own bravery.

"We already touched cigs, I think that creates a kind of irrevocable cosmic connection. It's really too bad, I don't think you can take it back," he says coolly. You had managed to contain your excitement internally for now, but allow the still fresh image of Monica's body flat against the ground as Mitchell filled her up to briefly enter your mind. You ever so slightly rock your hips to the side, at which you see him glance down at your waist almost instantly. Your embarrassment melts away entirely as you feel his eyes on your body again, this time waiting for him to lock eyes with you. He's the one to look away this time.

"Maroon's my favorite." He says, and you feel your face flush, once again on the defensive. Your underwear were a dark shade of red. You resist the urge to cover up again, instead putting a hand on your hip.

"Yeah? Because I'm wearing it?" He lets out a high, musical laugh in response.

"Sure. Tonight, whatever you're wearing is my favorite." He flicks his cigarette aside, pushing his long, dark hair out of his eyes with his fingers.

"How many times have you used that one before? Who does that work on?"

"You're the one already undressed." You glance over to your jeans strewn across the ground by the edge of the roof. You think of protesting, before a better idea enters your mind.

"I can fix that." You start to walk over toward your pants. You make it a point to bend over a bit slower than usual as you pick them up off the gravel. Before you could begin to step into them, however, you hear him approaching you from behind.

"No, I liked them where they were." Your heart flutters as you feel his hand begin to apply gentle pressure on your back, and you realize he wanted you to bend back over. You ever so carefully allow him to lower your posture, your legs spread wide beneath you. You dare to pull the straps of your underwear up as you do so, accentuating your ass as you obey his touch.

"That's right," he whispers softly, and his hand leaves your back. You feel his fingers brush across your cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before sliding across your lips as he stands just behind you. You open your mouth almost instinctually, sucking on two of his fingers inserted into your mouth. Your heart pounds at the thrill of obeying his command. You hold your position, as immobile as you can muster as his fingers slide out of your mouth. He gently collects a handful of your hair and pulls, forcing you to arch your back further in your bent over position. You feel his breath deepen and feel him shuffle closer to you, not daring to look over your shoulder.

His calloused hands graze your hips before reaching around to touch your stomach, and roam further up your torso. You draw in a sharp breath as he reaches your bare breasts, and you hear him sigh deeply. You feel him pressing against you from behind as he draws your midsection back up to a standing position. You soften against him, lifting your nearly expended cigarette to your lips for one last drag before flicking it away as he did his. His hips insistently jut up against your ass as his fingers glide across your nipples. You moan, at which he removes a hand from your chest to cover your mouth abruptly.

"Shhhhh." His free hand glides back down across your stomach and below your waist. You gasp desperately into his clenched hand as you feel him explore between your legs tentatively. The smooth skin of your inner thighs warming just for him, you're filled with deep craving once more. You crane your neck back and he removes his hand to allow you to boldly kiss his neck, your teeth sinking into his skin just above his collarbone. His fingers push against your entrance, gently spreading you apart. You moan louder now, feeling your hips drop in an attempt to accommodate his intrusion.

"Not so fast," he hisses into your ear, his fingers continuing to circle slowly. You're impatient now, and indignantly reach behind you to draw a hand up the inside of his leg, quickly coming into contact with a growing bulge. It was his turn to ache in anticipation as you skim a fingertip across the tip of his erection through his pants. You circle the head tantalizingly, and he wraps his other arm around to cup your breast, the other continuing to explore your opening. You feel yourself getting wetter again, and you gasp as he slips his hand under your panties, beginning a sudden **** on your clit.

"Oh-" The surprise escapes your lips as he begins to rub you with passionate intent. Your hand grips his cock through his pants, at which he frantically disrobes from the waist down one-handed, still pleasuring you as you begin to pant softly. You hear his clothing kicked carelessly across the ground as he molds himself to your body, his solid chest pressing against your back. You feel his length pulsing against you, pressing between your ass cheeks and gliding just barely up and down as his breath rises and falls.

"Get on your knees, 'roadie'," he spits. His growing intensity captivates you, and you drop onto all fours before him, fully presenting yourself for his desire. Expecting your underwear to be quickly removed, you're taken aback by the wet sensation of his tongue on the nape of your neck. He grips your shoulder commandingly, trailing his tongue down your body, flattened against your skin. You know he tastes your sweat from your intense arousal mere minutes before, which excites you even more. His mouth drags down the small of your back and lower, and he pauses to playfully bite into your ass cheek, sucking gently. His fingers push the thin fabric of your panties aside to allow access to your vagina. He finds your slit from behind with his mouth, and you feel his nose pressing into you as he licks across your entrance. You tremble gently, letting out a small yelp as he enters you with his tongue. Your knuckles whiten against the ground as your eyes flutter, his hand reaching around to continue stimulating you. You wish only for him to tear your underwear down and ravage you. But he continues to lap and suck at you from behind, intermittently rubbing your clit and gripping your thigh.

Before long, he commands you again, "Sit up. Back against the wall." His soft voice has already thoroughly seduced you, and you unquestioningly sit up and turn to face him for the first time in several minutes. Your eyes slide between his legs, and you could just barely count his pulse in his erection. You flatten your back against the concrete edge of the rooftop, looking back up into his eyes expectantly. He towers over you, planting both hands on the edge above you and slowly moving his hips toward you. You reach out for his cock and guide it into your mouth. You suck softly on the head for a moment before he probes further into your mouth, your head moving back slightly with the unexpected push.

"I know you can take it all," he says, sliding his fingers through your hair as you struggle to fit his full length inside your mouth. You feel his tip reach the back of your throat and your eyes begin to water. You gently push his hips away, gripping him with your hand and stroking slowly for a moment before taking him in again, tracing up his thigh and cupping his balls in your hand. You reach around to grab his ass as he slowly begins to thrust into your mouth, feeling him touch the back of your throat each time. You guide his pace to keep from being overwhelmed. He groans in satisfaction, pulling your hair tighter as he fills your mouth again and again. He withdraws suddenly and pulls you upward by your armpits, sitting you on the edge of the roof. You're dizzy from the heated encounter and feel yourself terrifyingly off balance, leaning dangerously toward a several story fall. He pulls you away from the edge and holds you closer, whispering in your ear "I got you," before whisking your panties down your legs.

He places a hand on the inside of your thigh and softly pushes it outward. You expose yourself fully to him, your legs wide open as you look up into his eyes expectantly. He pulls you into a tender embrace and you feel him pressing against your entrance. Your hips squirm longingly, and he gently teases the head up and down, kissing your neck. You rake your nails down his back, prompting him to finally enter you.

You moan in ecstasy, feeling him slide all the way inside. Your legs lock around his waist as your foreheads collide, making intense eye contact as your face begins to flush at the sensation of him filling you completely. Your hands roam his chest and abdomen as he fucks you on the edge of the roof, gradually ramping the power behind each thrust until he was pounding into you with all of his vigor. You moan louder, holding onto him tighter as you feel your face get hotter still.

"I know you've been waiting all night for me" he says through gritted teeth as he grips one of your thighs tightly, changing the angle of his incursion. He sucks on your neck, hard, and you feel his teeth sinking into your skin as you lose yourself in the moment. He snaps you back into reality by suddenly pulling you to your feet and spinning you around. You plant your hands on the edge and grind backward against him, **** to be filled once more.

He plunges into you from behind and your head drops to stare down at the concrete as he relentlessly continues. You feel your legs begin to tremble slightly, and he reaches his hands around your legs, pulling your weight back onto him with every thrust, and you allow yourself to match his rhythm, aching with need to be pushed further to the limit.

You hear his breathing grow inconsistent as you feel yourself begin to reach the edge. It feels as if he's reaching new depths within you as you feel him lean closer to you, gripping both of your tits from behind. It's too much to handle, and your legs spasm, your feet kicking up gravel beneath you as you cum. His rhythm becomes almost impossibly fast before he groans and you feel his warmth flooding you. You move your hips affectionately as he continues to finish, deeply buried inside your warmth. He finally pulls out and says breathlessly,

"You know, we're light a couple roadies this year..."

THE END