“What about this?”
The guys crowded together over my tablet reading the screen silently. Kell must have been the fastest reader, because he was the first one to react.
“No way! Are you kidding me?”
“Is this… Seriously… What…?” Morris couldn’t even form words.
“Let me get this straight. Someone wrote a dirty story about Morris and me having a sexual relationship, and for some reason decided to share it with the rest of the internet?” Ren was more amused than upset, but Morris’ face was bright red.
“There’s more.” I swiped the screen and showed them the next one.
“Oh god,” Jayce groaned. “This one is me?”
“Wait, I thought Ren was with Morris. Why is he with Jayce, now?”
“There’s a good contingent of fans who believe Morris and Ren are meant to be. There’s another that think Jayce and Ren are soulmates. These two sides have fierce debates over who’s right.”
The three of them looked awed and embarrassed at the same time.
“Wait, why aren’t I in these stories?” Kell protested. He took my tablet from my hands and started swiping and tapping, looking at the rest of the stories I’d found. “How come no one’s sexing me up?”
Jayce took the tablet from him and started examining the stories himself.
“For some reason, the fans don’t believe you’re having a relationship with anyone in the band,” I told him.
Kell looked almost offended. “Am I not hot enough or what?”
“I don’t think that’s the problem.” I didn’t want to tell him that half the fans thought his big head made him seem too difficult for any of the guys to handle. Plenty of fans thought Kell had an ego larger than life and couldn’t imagine him having a sexual relationship with any member of the band. I was sure he wouldn’t appreciate knowing everyone thought he was too egotistical to be “sexed up” by Jayce, Morris, or Ren.
“Not only do we have to worry about fans getting jealous of potential girlfriends because we’re not dating them instead, now they’ll get mad if they think we’re not dating each other.” Morris groaned.
“I don’t think it’s dating they want to see us doing,” Jayce murmured. His eyes were wide as he stared at the screen. He must have found some of the more explicit sex scenes.
“Ren, come here and make out with me.” Kell reached over Morris and tried to grab at the bassist. “Come prove to everyone I’m sexy.”
Ren grinned and pretended to reach for him, but Morris elbowed them both in the ribs.
“At least wait until you’re in private.”
Kell grumbled as he sat back down.
“Actually, Kell, thereisone thing fans have come up with that you might like.” The other guys would be horrified to find out something like this, but I knew Kell would love it. “There’s a small but hardcore group of fans who like to imagine there’s an identical girl version of you, and the both of you are, as you say, sexing each other up.” After all, the only person who could manage a threesome with Kell and his ego was Kell himself.
“I’m doing my own female doppelgänger?” Kell looked thoughtful for a moment before a grin spread across his face. “All right!” He fist pumped in the air. “Twice the Kell for you all to love.”
“That’s weird, dude,” Morris snorted.
Ren was nodding his head, but he looked impressed at their fans’ imagination and ingenuity. Jayce still had my tablet and was reading intently.
“This is too freaking crazy…” he murmured.
“What was that?” Neil asked from behind the camera, trying to catch his quiet words.
Jayce thrust the tablet back at me and slouched down into his seat. “Nothing.”
I was worried for him. I’d seen a totally different side of Jayce. I knew how much effort he put into acting the rock star god. Deep inside though, he was different. More somber. More introverted.
Well, aside from the times he’d come onto me. He had seemed plenty extroverted then. The memory of his tongue in my mouth and his hands on my skin ignited an ache between my legs. Definitely not the best time to be thinking of kissing him.
