i would do things that you couldn't say no to

[mason james monroe]

ever since mason was a kid he'd been aware of the things in life that were either too grown up for him or too complicated for him to understand. or at least, that's what people older than him would explain them as. when he was younger, people expected him to have no clue how sex worked, or about drugs, or even alcohol, really. but the truth was, mason had been exposed to sex, drugs, and violence from a young age. his mother had been a prostitute sometime before he was born and after he was born, generally moved to having a new partner every other week. those new partners would beat him in place of his mother, which generally brought forth the feelings of hatred towards women. he also lost his virginity in the seventh grade, and to a teacher, nonetheless. he had started drinking and hanging out with 'the wrong crowd' at an even younger age. it didn't take long for him to become a sex addicted alcoholic ass hole. he took the traits he was basically taught when he was younger and had worked them into the person he was today. he hit girls as often as he could purely because they were women and believed that every woman was going to turn out like his mother, so why not smack them around now rather than later? he screamed and verbally assaulted people. hell, he physically assaulted people, not that many of said people could fight back even if they wanted to. usually, it was better for them to just sit back and take it, but most girls didn't think that way.

today had been like any other ordinary day for mason. he woke up, took the only quick shower they were allowed to have for a day and hung out at his bands merch tent for half the day. they were a pretty big band, and though he didn't care about the bands fans or anything, he still had to make appearances and shit like that to keep people on tour happy. as much as he wanted to, he knew he couldn't just go hang out in his bus all day. he had promised their merch kid he'd show up for a little while before locking himself up in the bus. it hadn't been entirely bad if you don't mind a bunch of underage girls throwing themselves at you, asking you to sign shit and take pictures. there was only so much mason could take of that, but for being the way he is.. he lasted a pretty long time. an hour was more than he could say that he had spent at the merch tent in a long time. he had spent almost an hour out there was crazy, overly obsessed fans. he wasted an hour of his day pleasing people that didn't matter. any fan they had could easily be replaced, and he knew that they knew that, so what was the point in getting upset over something so stupid as him and his band not wanting to see them?

most of said fans had realized that there was no use in getting mad about not getting to meet them. today had been special considering mason had been in a pretty good mood for some odd reason, and for once, he felt like he should give the fans a little treat. there hadn't been any sort of signing planned for him or any of the band, but it seemed fun.. which was weird for mason. but anyways, after his little signing session, he played in their seven song set. it went as well as it always did. he screamed, noah sang, and everyone else did their damn job. to be honest, mason was a bit closer with noah than with the other guys in the band. he and noah had met first and formulated the band idea together and tracked down other people to play the instruments they couldn't. then it came together like someone waved their wand. getting music written and playing shows wasn't very hard for them, not like it was for many other bands. they mostly worked to each others weaknesses and it all worked out. it wasn't like they had ever really needed help to get started. their fan base had grown to a rather large number in a short amount of time, which was half the reason they took their fans for granted like they did. at first, mason had played the part that most bands do. he had pretended to be a fan man, and he talked to everyone and tried to make friends with the people that adored him and what not, but it just wasn't worth it to him.

now, just like on most days, he was in the bus drinking with the rest of the band. this was pretty much a daily routine for them. drink until you were drunk.. and just keep drinking. it was kind of like getting to never land, only better. normally, there were more girls on the bus to distract him, but not today. the part of him that was still partially sober was asking the question, the other part of him really didn't give a flying rat's ass who was there. he was happy having sex with just about anyone. girl, boy, hell, he'd probably even settle for a hermaphrodite. as long as they had a hole for him to stick his dick in or a dick to stick in him, he was happy. he didn't even care if they were hot, really. though, mason couldn't honestly say he liked to be the bottom in a homosexual experience considering he'd never been the bottom in said experience. he was more than willing to try, though. mason's eyes glanced over the people in the room, noah catching his eye, of course. he had to fuck someone tonight, right? and he sure as hell didn't want to go out looking for someone like this, but why do that when someone was standing right in front of you? sure, mason didn't really know which way noah swung, but he was willing to see.

drunk mason was taking over, now, as was his logic. come on, how many straight guys had hair like that and wore that much makeup? maybe he was just being silly, but he was going to find out the hard way, maybe even literally. without much more thinking, mason walked over to noah. he was good at being drunk and seeming at least semi-sober. her didn't sway when he walked and he didn't slur his words. now that mason was close to noah, he realized he really hadn't thought of what he was going to do to get him to sleep with him. thinking wasn't an option right now, so as an alternative, he bent over so their lips met, holding it and little by little increasing whatever passion there might have been. he didn't really stop and think or consider the fact that noah might not be into it, but after a few seconds, he managed to pull himself away, leaning against whatever he could. this could go one of two ways; noah could either like it and want to go for it, or he could hate it and mason would never hear the end of it. and for god's sake, he really hoped it was the first one.

THIS POST HAS 1 , 271 WORDS, MKAY? AND IT'S FOR THIS BASTARD NOAH. MISTER MASON IS WEARING THIS, YO. AND ALL I CAN SAY IS NOTHING?

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[noah elias reed]

'' take your past and burn it up and let
'' it go , c a r r y on i'm s t r o n g e r than you'll ever know

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Noah was tired of today, it was full of shit to do and too many people to talk to. The unfortunate thing about being the singer of a band, versus a guitarist or any other thing was that he got mobbed the most by fans. Not only fans though, but by the press and anyone in charge. He was the one that got interviewed the most, photographed the most, and usually talked about the most. The thing that really separated them from most bands was that those in his band made themselves known though. Most bands, the singer was the most popular, and the fans rarely cared about the other members or even bothered with their names. Back to the Dead was different in that already, in the short time the tour had been going, each and every one of them had done something to make themselves known. Perhaps not by name, but they were known by personality.

And yet for some reason despite that, the fans kept coming in and their popularity continued to rise. Most of the fans knew not to even bother expecting any interaction from the band. There were few occasions where the band was forced to do signings or special things, or for some reason they just had nothing better to do and did it on their own accord. Noah fell victim to the first though. One of those god damned VIP guests had come today. She had won some backstage passes and the whole shebang on some nearby radio station. Noah had gotten stuck doing a meet and greet with her before AND after they had performed.

All he wanted to do was go take a shower, and hide in the bus for what was left of the day. Instead he had to entertain the fifteen year old girl and play nice with her. To top it off it was the kids birthday. The entire god damned time he had wondered how he got stuck with the girl. His bet was that his band had drawn straws, or that Sonny just felt particularly spiteful towards him. Whatever the case, he was boiling inside the entire time and just waiting for the opportunity to escape.

But that was earlier in the day, and now after quite some time drinking in the safety of their bus, Noah was feeling much better. Less stressed out, as well as much more calmed down. If he was asked what he had done today, more than likely he wouldn't remember the stupid girl that he had to spend time with. By now he had consumed too much alcohol, his memory had gone fuzzy, and he was far from done drinking. Alcohol always helped make him forget about his problems, along with some friendly females. Those were usually around the bus too..but for some reason there wasn't any yet. Noah wondered why there was a lack of fuckable vagina in the bus and was contemplating on sending Asher out to get some. That was the great thing about Asher. She knew a hot chick when she saw them. Noah swore that she was a guy stuck in a chicks body. He was about to pick something up and chuck it at the girl when something else caught his attention.

Mason was on the move, which could either mean a good or a bad thing. Maybe he was going to go..nope..he was coming towards him, not towards the door to the bus. Noah knew he had been drinking, and he always found it impressive that the asshole didn't show it much. Noah's personality changed when he started drinking, going from complete asshole on edge to a calmer, less vulgar part of him. Unless something flipped his temper, which was still as short as ever. He was fairly stable on his feet, but his personality gave it away entirely almost every time. It was one of the rare times most people could have a civil conversation with the singer.

His body stiffened, out of all the things Mason could have done, a kiss was not what he had expected. With the initial shock came a completely wiped clean thought process. Noah couldn't form a single thought together, while his body took control and returned the kiss, but just barely. Only once the kiss had been broken did the singer have a chance to think properly, his blue eyes staring up at the taller man with a sort of confused look in them. Their relationship was always the opposite of romantic, and never once had Mason showed any interest before. After a moment of deliberation, Noah remembered that there weren't any girls on the bus. That was it. The bastard was i n the same ditch as him.

Chances were that if he had been sober, this would have been where Noah punched Mason in the face and called him a fag. Noah wasn't homophobic, and his sexual orientation was shady. While he had an obvious interest in females, he really wasn't against doing things with males. It just rarely happened. They had to be interesting, and oh, Mason definitely fit that description. He was looking for sex, so was Mason, so why the hell not?

Noah set down his drink on the table beside him, his other hand reaching out and grabbing a fistful of the other males shirt and pulling him in. "Come." He demanded sternly. Some parts of his personality didn't change when he drank, and he was just as pushy and dominate as he was when sober. There were some sighs and laughs, probably from the other band members. Noah ignored it, he'd deal with them later. "Hope you know what you're getting yourself into.." His free hand slid up and curled into Mason's hair where he used it to pull his head down so they could kiss again. This time he was ready, willing and more than eager to meet the other boys lips. It wasn't a sloppy kiss, like some shared while drunk. Noah was pleased by this, his head tilting to the side a fraction to add to the kiss. After a moment his lips parted, teeth grazing and nibbling on the others bottom lip. His hand remained tightly gripping Mason's shirt, making sure that the other male didn't second guess himself and try to get away.

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lyrics: ...to be loved - papa roach !
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[mason james monroe]

normally, mason wouldn't have shown any sort of interest in noah, but normally.. there was a bunch of girls surrounding them. it was still a wonder to him as to why there wasn't any in the bus tonight. was this some kind of cruel joke that was being played on him? he knew that was no where near the answer, but the thought couldn't help but pop into his head. sometimes, he thought a lot of the things that happened to him were just pranks being put together by his band mates, but slowly realized that if they had made the girls leave, not only would they he have seen them leave, but they wouldn't be getting any sort of pussy either, so that would've been a bad idea on their part. he had no good conclusion as to why there wasn't anybody with a vagina on the bus except the few crew members that were female, not that he really wanted to do anything 'inappropriate' with them. that's not saying he never had, though. he'd ended up in bed with sonny a few times, and he wouldn't mind waking up next to her tomorrow, either, but they were cautious and only did those things when they were in the mood to pretend like absolutely nothing happened in the morning, and tonight, mason just wasn't feeling that. he didn't want to sleep with his employee. it was weird for him to think about the fact that these people that lived with him during the tour and got on his ass about stupid things worked for him and not the other way around. of course, he was sure if sonny had it her way, they would do more signings and meeting of fans. but the truth was, no matter what she told them they couldn't do.. they were her bosses. and they could tell her no, and there was nothing she could do about it.

mason had felt noah's body stiffen. he was sure the other male didn't even expect him to do anything like that. normally, when he was drunk, they fought more, because mason was quicker to throw punches than when he was sober, but not this time. he had different things on his mind right now, so he was ignoring his urge to fight and giving into his desire to have sex. the twenty one year old hadn't expected his friend to kiss him back, even if it was just a little bit. that meant something, right? or was he just fucking with him? or was he just confused as to what was happening? maybe it was just a mixture of all of the answers. he couldn't really imagine noah anticipating him kissing him. hell, how many people would, considering how violent the kid was? mason's eyes moved down noah's body now that they were separated. he couldn't say that he didn't have what he was looking for. he had enough hair to hold onto, he was just a little smaller than him, and he had an odd vibe coming from him. maybe that was just mason's imagination playing with him, but he liked odd people and usually people that would submit or were just like him. he wasn't necessarily into the people that were smack dab in the middle. of course, mason had never really seen noah while he was going at it and knew nothing about what was going to happen to him during the situation. mason knew that if noah was going to hit him, it would've been done by now. it wasn't like he was really too in control of his actions right now. his thought process was so messed up he could barely remember the big things he was supposed to keep up with, but there was definitely room for him to get worse.

before he really understood what was going on, noah had set his drink down and had a handful of his shirt in his hand. what was he doing? the simple word was enough for him, a small grin spreading across his face. he was getting some tonight, which half way excited him. he hadn't ever slept with another male besides rory, and he was.. well, he was rory. the kid was probably the most submissive thing you could ever set eyes on. he took what you gave him, whether that was a punch to the face or you had sex with him. there was just something a little off about how rory acted. he was probably one of the only nice people associated with his band. the big difference between noah and rory, was that once noah made up his mind, there was no getting away from it. right now, mason was pretty positive his mind was made as he followed along to where ever he was dragging him. he smirked as noah spoke to him, a small laugh leaving his barely parted lips. "that's what i'm hoping to find out." he had barely finished his sentence when he felt his friends hands tangle into his hair, grabbing a hold of it. the other male was more dominant than he had expected. but, in all honesty, he could definitely get used to it. it was a different sensation to him. mason was usually the one doing the pushing and pulling, but this time he was being pushed and pulled. he felt noah jerk his head down so they were closer, their lips touching again. he closed his eyes for a split second before opening them and closing any space there was between them. noah's hand was still knotted up in his shirt, the other in his hair. he wasn't really thinking about that right now, though.

after a few moments, mason could feel noah's teeth against his bottom lip, goosebumps slowly rising over his arms. this seemed like it was going to be working out for him. he was actually enjoying himself, it wasn't the normal get to the chase and just fuck sort of thing. there was actually something leading up to the sex. without really thinking about it, mason let his hands move up to the other boys head of hair, letting his fingers play with it for a few seconds before letting his hands move down his back, his nails gently dragging through the fabric of noah's shirt. after only a few more seconds moved his lips away from his friends, moving across his jaw line to his neck. small kisses were planted on the other boys pale skin, gently nibbling and sucking on his skin every few seconds. his lips were slowly working their way back to noah's lips and within seconds he was kissing him harder and with more passion than he had used on almost everyone. the only one that might have gotten something more than this was rory, but he was honestly doubting it. half the time rory just laid there like it was all his job, whereas with noah, he was taking matters into his own hands. he wasn't about to just stop, this was more entertaining than he had thought it would be. of course, he had thought that noah was going to punch him in the face and call him a bunch of names. sure, he hadn't, but that's what mason had anticipated. he wanted more, though, and he was practically craving it, now.

THIS POST HAS 1 , 271 WORDS, MKAY? AND IT'S FOR THIS BASTARD NOAH. MISTER MASON IS WEARING THIS, YO. AND ALL I CAN SAY IS NOTHING?

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[noah elias reed]

'' take your past and burn it up and let
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There was no doubt at all. This was what Mason had wanted from the start. That smug little smirk that Noah knew far too well had appeared. If he had been sober, Noah more than likely would have tried to punch the look straight off of his face. Giving others the satisfaction of anything wasn’t his style. Unless they got a kick out of pissing off other people, and then there was nothing to do about it. He had a short temper, after all. Instead he let it slide, just this once, because it was something he wanted and would get satisfaction out of inevitably. Noah wasn’t sure what to expect out of this. He had never actually seen his fellow band mate go at it, but he figured he was just as dominate as he was when it came to sex just by basing it off his personality. They had similar personalities after all. Aggressive people were generally aggressive all around. But, did that mean that Mason was also going to be abusive? The thought flickered across his brain but was gone as fast as it appeared. ”Hope? I didn’t even know you believed in such a thing..” Noah spoke, teasing gently with a grin quirked on his lips.

Noah was slightly surprised at how easy and willing Mason was being. Yes, he had initiated the contact, but he had expected a bit more to it. More of a display of dominance, a fight for it, or something. They always were fighting, or so it felt like. Maybe not always, but a vast majority of the time they were beating the shit out of each other for shits and giggles. And now Mason was going to be the submissive one? Noah would have laughed if his head wasn’t swarming with other thoughts. Like how nice it was. This wasn’t just a rushed fuck like he was used to. His stomach was swirling, chills running down his spine as he felt fingers sliding through his hair. A happy sort of hum vibrated through his throat. That was one of his favorite things, though not many people knew it because he rarely let anyone near his hair when he was sober and not in the midst of sex. Well that generally applied for him in general, not just his hair. Noah wasn’t one for physical contact, aside from fighting. Cuddling, hugging or anything of the sort was not his style.

A quiet annoyed noise escaped his lips as they were freed. He took the short opportunity to catch his breath, feeling oddly lightheaded as his heart pounded in his chest. The adrenaline had kicked in. Long ago he had become a bit of an addict to the thrill of sex. There was just nothing like getting laid, it was almost on equal grounds as the feeling he got when performing on stage. There was the adrenaline, that caused his heart to pound so violently, and the different space and time it seemed to create. For that short, or long (it really depended) amount of time, he was somewhere else and enjoying every moment of it. Whether he got hurt (which was usually the case in both sex and performing) or not. Noah was a bit of a masochist in that sense, no matter how much it hurt, he kept going and damn it always felt so good. A high tolerance for pain, that’s what he had. The adrenaline was the probable cause for it.

The fingers entwined in Mason’s hair tightened as their lips met again. There was so much passion in the kiss that Noah felt as if his thoughts were being pushed away by it all. With each passing second it was getting harder to form thoughts, and he was pretty sure all his thinking was going down into his pants. Women weren’t kidding when they joked about men thinking with their dicks. Noah did it a lot considering it was one of the few things he wanted on a nearly day to day basis. The hormones, that’s what he blamed, they always took over after a certain point and all logic or thinking just became impossible for him.

Honestly though, Noah couldn’t remember the last time he had a kiss like this. It had been a long time. Everything as of late had been flings, messy and rushed and straight to the point. Not much foreplay at all. Hell, Noah couldn’t even remember the last time he had a stable relationship, but it was probable sometime around then that he had a kiss like this. It was a nice change of pace. Everything he had was poured into the kiss they shared, giving it his all for no reason at all aside from the fact that he simply wanted to. The grip he held on the other man’s shirt slacked, loosening up now that he was positive that Mason wasn’t going to back down. Eventually his hand slid down his chest, feeling the lean muscles that were hidden beneath the shirt he wore. Down his stomach, it eventually found its way to his hip and rested there for the time being.

When he needed to breathe, and only then, Noah broke the kiss. Tilting his head, he hid it along Mason’s neck and breathed heavily, letting his warm breath brush across his neck as he did. While he caught his breath, the singer stepped forward and used his hand on Mason’s hip to move him where he wanted. Backwards, to the wall behind them and he made sure to push the other into it. The metal chains and loops on one of the belts hanging off his hips jingled as they moved, even more when he stepped closer to Mason and pushed his chest up against his. Both hands now gripped the other singer’s hips with a bit of pressure. ”I should have come up with this idea..” He murmured against Mason’s neck, now having caught his breath. It had never occurred to him that it would have been this interesting. Or that he would have wanted his fellow band mate so bad. Noah began an assault on the other’s neck, kissing and sucking and biting with much more force than Mason had used on his neck. He planned on leaving a hickey or two, a kind reminder for him to look back on in the next few days.

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[mason james monroe]

mason had figured out long ago why he never fought to have the dominant role with another male that was just as dominant, if not, more dominant than he was himself. he'd only been with one other guy besides rory, and now noah, and that had been years ago. sure, they hadn't really gone far, just a few kisses and some groping, but his view on it hadn't changed. back then he had decided that if he was a girl, or a boy that acted like a girl, he would step up and do the dominating. normally, he did the pushing, pulling, kissing, etc. there wasn't many times when a girl insisted on being the 'dominant' role with him, and there was very few occasions he'd allow a girl to dominate him, the same rules worked for rory. now, though, noah was a little different than both the boys mentioned. he knew that noah was aggressive, and while he had never seen his friend go in for the kill, he knew that noah was a generally a dominant sexual partner. at least, that's what he'd heard from a few girls when he just happened to be brought into a conversation and from the behavior he was observing at this very moment, so naturally he'd submit for him. it wasn't as bad as he would've expected either. now that he was actually experiencing it, he didn't mind being pushed or pulled by another person. it was actually, in a way, relaxing for him. to be honest, he sometimes got sick of doing all the work.

he let a small grin spread across his lips as noah mentioned something about hope. it was normally something that mason didn't really care for. he didn't need to hope to get things done or to have things go his way, he just had to plan them the right way. sure, right now, there was no such thing as plan going on in his head, but he was sure he'd survive. but their quick kisses to the lips and neck slowly ended as things started heating up. as they kissed, mason could feel his heart speeding up slowly, his heart thumping away in his chest. if he didn't know any better, he would've thought that noah was able to hear it. half because he could hear it in his ear, and the other half because noah was so damn close to him, a feeling that he actually really enjoyed. now, normally he would've been pushing noah away, or hitting him, something. many times he found himself getting hit or hitting noah, whether it was just for fun or because one of them actually fucked up with the other. usually, it was the first one. they were actually a fairly even match when it came to fighting, and they more often than not, both came out looking like they had lost the fight. they had a bad habit of fucking each other up, whether they meant to or not. many people considered them crazy and a tad bit fucked up, but that was something that mason didn't really care about, and considering noah kept doing it, it didn't really seem like he cared about it too much either.

he could feel noah's hand loosening on his shirt as they continued to kiss, his lungs slowly running out of air. his heart sped up even more as he felt noah's hand drift from his shirt and slowly move down his chest and stomach to his hip. noah's other hand was gripping his hair so tightly that mason could've sworn that if it went on much longer, the other male would actually be pulling out small chunks of his hair. he really didn't care about that right now, their kiss capturing all of his attention as he put everything he had left in his body into it. it was like he was in that song with the teacup and the pouring. he really couldn't remember the name of the song, though, and he came to the conclusion that it really wasn't all that important. mason's nails raked down noah's back as they kissed, pressing against the fabric of his shirt. after a few moments they moved back up and slid through his hair once more this time letting his fingers curl gently into it, carefully pulling his face just slightly closer to his. this was the kind of thing he'd been wanting for awhile. he had been practically craving it for weeks and weeks, the fact that it was noah just made things a little bit better. he wasn't sure why exactly, but for some reason it really just magnify this experience on the amazing scale by ten. maybe it was just because he hadn't really expected noah to be into this and was getting the satisfaction of being more correct than he thought he was.

mason was glad once noah broke the kiss, mostly because he needed breath and knew that he wouldn't have been the one to break it. they were breathing almost together, noah's breath coming half a second before his own as they split. he felt a new set of goosebumps rise over his skin as noah's hot breath cascaded down his neck once he hid his face over his shoulder. a small shiver ran down his spine as he felt noah moving them backwards, the other males hand on his hip. the moving stopped as they reached a wall. mason could hear the thud as he was pushed up against it. this was better than he could've wished. noah was getting just as into it as he was. his friend closed off the space between them, their chests touching one another. the other man's hand moved from him hair to his hips, another shiver rolling down his spine as noah murmured against his neck, the small yet surprisingly meaningful phrase. "yes, you should've." he managed to say gently before his friend started on his neck. mason almost immediately let himself put more of his weight onto the wall, leaning against it. this was probably one of the best and worst things to mason. normally, he liked to suppress himself just a little, at least stay quiet, especially when there was people around him and whoever he was going at it with. this, though, would most likely make that impossible. "sh-shit." he mumbled, closing his eyes for a second. without thinking, his hand slid to the bottom of noah's shirt, his fingers moving underneath it.

he knew this was leading exactly where he had wanted it to, and to say he was excited for it was an understatement. he could feel himself getting aroused more and more as the seconds passed. right now wasn't the time to think about the consequences that he might later face.

THIS POST HAS 1 , 182 WORDS, MKAY? AND IT'S FOR THIS BASTARD NOAH. MISTER MASON IS WEARING THIS, YO. AND ALL I CAN SAY IS EVEN THOUGH THIS POST SUCKS, I'M DONE

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