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“I thought I could stay here, and we could maybe go again.” We had sex again that night and again in the morning. We could have gone on playing for hours but after a couple more songs, we had to end the gig. “Ok, guys,” Rob began saying to the people in the audience, “this is the last song that you requested. Thank you so much for being here. We’ve had the best time, and we hope you’ve blowjob enjoyed yourselves as much as we have.” We played a U2 cover that everyone sang along to, giving us goosebumps, and then, we went into the pit to meet our growing fan base and engage with them. Everyone was super excited to be talking to us and for a long moment, we were surrounded by fans, which of course, was a real buzz. We signed a few autographs, shook hands with the boys, hugged the girls and took pictures with them. Being the singer and frontman, Rob was, as always, getting the most female attention. He was literally surrounded by a bunch of giggling girls who wanted to touch him, hug him and even kiss him. He’d always seem to enjoy it but for the first time, I really focused all my attention on how he interacted with them. He was nothing but sweet but unlike Jordan and Damon who were single and looked pretty determined to make the most of their evening, Rob wasn’t acting flirtatiously. He was being nice and respectful but he clearly wasn’t trying to get some. Jordan had been the first one to actually notice this. The past couple of months, he had joked about it several times, telling us that he suspected Rob to be - to quote him - more into dick than pussy. We would always laugh about it and he hadn’t really said anything in front of Rob, not in a serious indian way anyway. After interacting with the fans for a long moment, I went back up onto the stage to unplug our instruments. Shortly after, the music began playing and the pit became a dancefloor again. For a few seconds I looked for Rob, unsurprisingly, when I spotted him, he was talking with a bloke and clearly they were into each other. It was the first time I actually noticed Rob being flirtatious with a guy and it was a bit unsettling. I’m sure it had happened plenty of times before but, unlike Jordan, I just hadn’t seen it. The bloke had his hand on Rob’s lower back, he was leaning close to him and talking into his ear flirtatiously. Rob obviously knew him. I didn’t. They were both being subtle, but now that I knew, there was no doubt in my mind that he was gay and that Rob had probably had sex with him before. Watching them, a wave of emotion came over me and completely destabilized me. I didn't want him to fuck around with anyone in that club. I wanted us to go back to his place and continue what we had started, and I fucking hoped he did too. I wasn't sure how to make that happen though. I was supposed to take Rachel home and stay over at her place and I knew that if I did that, I’d have to have sex with her. For the first time, I wasn't looking forward to it. All I could think about was how to find an excuse, any excuse to go home with Rob instead of her, but at the same time, amateur I felt really bad for wanting Hardcore to do this. I couldn't help thinking that it was a pretty shitty thing to do to her and I seriously wondered what I was getting myself into. I was about to join Rob on the dancefloor when I heard Dylan call my name. "Mark," he said as I was zipping up my guitar case. "You’re not gonna believe this. I was just at the bar, and someone working from BMG started chatting to me!" I stood up in a flash, realizing right away what it meant. "For real?" 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