everything that happens in this is kiers fault

The 1975 had been struggling to get gigs for the last few months. It wasn't normally particularly tricky - all they had to do, really, was sign up for an open mic night if they couldn't find anything else, but there was nothing new around for them to do anymore. Matty felt like the locals were getting bored of them, and he knew that they had to expand, find new places to play.

He also knew that they weren't going to manage that very easily without a record deal and a full-length album.

Jamie Oborne had first seen The 1975 play in a pub a few months ago. He had been intrigued - not particularly by the music, but more so by their singer. He had failed to find out the curly-haired man's name, and so hadn't managed to find them on any social media. It was only when he saw them again at some shitty club night that he had any contact with the man.

After they'd played their short set, sweating from the heat of all the people and the too-intense lights, all four men had quickly made their way to the bar, ordering a round of drinks before they headed home. Jamie spotted them almost immediately as he slurped at his drink, and speedily shuffled through the small crowd around the bar to speak to Matty.

"Alright, love?"

Matty looked up at the older man, brushing his hair over his shoulder before grinning sheepishly. "Hey." He paused for a moment, taking in his features. "Wait - don't you have a record label?"

"Yeah, that's not what I'm here for, though." Jamie placed a hand on Matty's shoulder, rubbing it slightly when he noticed Matty's crestfallen expression. "What's your name, angel?"

"Matty." He sighed, downing his beverage and tucking a curl behind his ear.

"Well, Matty, I'm Jamie, and I'm buying you a drink."

Matty heard the familiar sound of George wolf-whistling over the throng of the bar, knowing that Jamie wouldn't know who it had been or who it was directed at, but blushing at George's obvious thoughts all the same. "Thank you."

Jamie smirked at the younger man, sliding his arm fully over his shoulders as he leaned forward to make eye contact with the bartender. "Another of those, please. I'm paying." He slid a fiver across the table as the bartender went about preparing Matty's drink and handing it to the short man.

"Thanks."

"Not at all. Anything for a pretty face like yours."

Anything? Matty sipped at his new drink, letting Jamie sit next to him and gently place his hand on the middle of Matty's thigh, not moving it up at all, just letting it sit there as he traced patterns through his tight jeans. Matty tilting his head to the side. "What are you doing?"

"I'm dirty hitting on you, love."

The chatted idly for a few minutes as Matty finished the drink before Jamie spoke again.

"Fancy coming back to mine for a bit? Maybe stay the night?"

Matty cocked an eyebrow, having known that, realistically, this was where their conversation had been going from the start. He looked over at George, a few seats down the bar, making eye contact and knowing full well that the tall boy would have been listening. He was a little over protective of Matty, which was odd, but Matty found it strangely comforting knowing that George cared so much for his safety. When George nodded, having thought about it and realising that since Jamie was quite well-known, he was probably safe, Matty repeated the action at Jamie.

The older man slid his hand into Matty's, the younger boy's fingers slotting between his own to curl over the back of his hand. "You've not drunk too much, have you?" Jamie questioned Matty gently, not wanting to deal with any lawsuits based off not being able to give consent while drunk.

"Nah. Didn't drink before the show, I've only had the one you gave me and the one you didn't. I'm fine. You?"

"I've just had the one. I'm fine to drive us there, guessing you all came together?"

"Yeah. Someone else can take the van back." Matty smiled up at the taller man, giggling slightly when he opened the car door for him courteously.

It was only when they walked through the door to Jamie's flat that he dropped the gentlemanly act, pulling Matty into him by the hips, gripping tightly, and kissing him bruisingly on the mouth. Matty moaned against his lips, partially in shock, partially in pleasure as Jamie bit down on his bottom lip, steering him into his bedroom.

Jamie pulled Matty inside, closing the door to his room behind them before breaking away, pushing down on Matty's shoulders almost gently, as if simply suggesting that Matty sucked him off rather than ordering it, thought it wasn't like Matty was opposed to the general idea.

Matty fell, somewhat gracefully, to his knees and began to run his fingers just under the top of Jamie's black jeans, feeling his fingertips brush against the older man's skin. Jamie groaned, brushing Matty's hands away and pushing his trousers down himself.

His boxers were still covering Jamie's semi, and Matty took the opportunity to breathe hot air over the bulge before lifting his hand to ghost his fingers over the sensitive flesh. Jamie breathed in sharply, running his fingers through Matty's hair and grabbing tightly, Matty craning back into the contact as Jamie pushed him closer to his dick. Matty took the hint, almost rolling his eyes before drifting his lips over Jamie's cock, mouthing at it through his boxers.

Matty was about to pull them down, even had his finger tips hooked over the top, before he stopped, sitting back on his heels and looking up at Jamie. He moved his hands to grip the back of Jamie's thighs as he spoke.

"I'm only doing this if you sign my band."

Jamie scoffed a little, trying to guide Matty back to his cock.

"No, Jamie, I'm serious."

"You know that's basically prostitution, love."

Matty shrugged. "It's legal in the UK as long as you don't do it in public."

"Fucking hell, Matty." Jamie took a moment to push his boxers down, Matty removing his hands to let him before placing them back a little further up, gripping onto Jamie's arse. "Fine."

Matty grinned unashamedly before licking a flat tongue up the underside of Jamie's cock, rubbing the tip of his tongue under the head before engulfing a portion of Jamie's erection in his wet mouth, wrapping his hand around the base to stroke at what he couldn't reach yet. Jamie couldn't help himself from rocking slightly into Matty's mouth, using infinitesimal movements in a vague attempt not to hurt the boy too much.

After a few minutes, Matty was taking Jamie further into his mouth, taking almost all of his cock as he bobbed gently, squirming into the stinging sensation of Jamie tugging on his hair before he pulled him off. Matty wiped at his mouth to rid his lips of the obscene string of spit hanging from them before looking up at the tall man and frowning.

Jamie placed his hands firmly on Matty's ribs, pulling him up before pushing up backwards onto the bed. Matty fell backwards when he felt the back of his knees press into the bed frame, bouncing on the soft mattress as he landed. He shuffled backwards so that he was lying lengthways with the bed, watching with half-closed eyes as Jamie shuffled towards him, crawling between his legs to cup Matty's jaw and kiss him once more.

Matty couldn't help but roll his hips up against Jamie's, groaning as Jamie rocked back down onto him before sitting up slightly to remove the younger man's jeans. Jamie dragged himself down to lick broad tongue strokes over Matty's arse as he gripped the short man's cock in his hand. He trailed a hand up Matty's chest, rubbing two fingers over Matty's lips to persuade the boy to take them in his mouth.

He bit down on Jamie's fingers as he nipped at Matty's sensitive flesh, whimpering as Jamie tugged his fingers out of Matty's mouth, hooking the tips over Matty's teeth briefly before quickly pushing a finger into Matty's arse. The skinny man whined, pushing his hips down onto Jamie's finger.

"More, Jamie," he murmured, whining out a high-pitched moan as he felt Jamie's second finger slip inside him, pushing up to brush against his prostate and rip a groan from Matty's chest. Jamie slid back up Matty's chest to kiss him, swallowing the obscene noises as he worked his digits inside him.

Matty slipped his hands around Jamie's back, running his fingertips along either side of the man's spine, and dug his nails in as Jamie twisted his fingers in a way that had Matty gasping and his breath hitching. Jamie's fingers against his prostate had the young man cumming quickly and without warning before he sat up on his knees to face Jamie and pushed the older man back onto the bed.

He shuffled down to situate himself once more between Jamie's thighs, swallowing his cock back into his mouth as Jamie ran his fingers harshly through Matty's hair.

"Wanted to fuck you, love - shit," Jamie groaned out, lifting his hips slightly to test the waters. Matty got the hint, stilling himself and allowing Jamie to buck up into his mouth. Jamie wasn't trying to last, and it wasn't long before he was spilling into Matty's mouth, the boy unable to keep up with the sudden change and allowing it to coat his lips as he pulled off.

"How about that record deal, yeah?"

~~~

The rest of the band had been in total shock for at least ten minutes when they got the phone called from Mr Jaime Oborne himself telling them that he'd like to meet them all to discuss signing them to Dirty Hit. They were ecstatic - of course they were, but while Adam and Ross accepted it as a lucky coincidence, George knew that Matty had gone off with Jamie after the shitty show the other night.

He didn't confront Matty about this until they were at home in their shitty, tiny shared flat that night.

"What d'you do to get the deal, love?"

Matty shrugged, looking up at George from his phone. "Sucked his dick."

He went back to scrolling through tumblr when George fell silent, biting his nails. Neither of them spoke for several minutes, but when Matty looked up to say something, George was staring at him, frowning. Matty cocked his head to the side. "What is it?"

George just shook his head and looked down at his lap, bouncing his knee.

"Fine. I'm gonna get an early night mate, see you in morning."

Matty wandered into his tiny room, almost entirely filled by his double bed, and threw his clothes on the floor - he'd sort them out tomorrow, if he could be bothered - before climbing under the soft duvet. It was only half nine, so he knew it would take a while to get to sleep, but George had been acting weirdly and Matty honestly just couldn't be bothered.

He lay looked on his side, knees curled up slightly and one arm around his neck, the other tucked over his belly in a caricature of being held for a good ten minutes before George burst into his room, face slightly flushed and hair a little messy.

Matty rolled over at the intrusion, pushing himself up slightly and leaning back on his elbows. "What is it?"

George huffed a small blast of air out through his nose before walking assuredly to Matty's bed, leaning over the side to push his lips against Matty's soft ones. Matty craned himself up into the kiss automatically, only to be pushed back down onto the bed by George's large hands on his chest.

The younger man crawled on top of him, smothering Matty's smaller body under his own, the feeling of Matty's bare chest under his fingers alighting his senses and he rocked his hips gently down against Matty's. Matty groaned at the contact, pushing his fingers into George's scalp and tangling them in his hair.

George sat up on his knees, still straddling Matty as he unbuttoned the top half of his shirt before giving up on his fumbling fingers and tugging his top over his head. He threw himself back down on Matty, his shirt sitting on the top of Matty's clothes, to reconnect his trembling lips to Matty's, their chests flush together and hands running over each other's skin for the first time in years. They hadn't done this since they were - what, seventeen? - and they had both missed the feeling of their bodies melding together much more than they were willing to admit.

Before long, Matty had his fingers tucked into the top of George's jeans, trying to pull them down without undoing the flies, and succeeding partially, managing to get the tight trousers down to George's mid-thigh, along with his boxers. That was enough in Matty's eyes, and he immediately wrapped his slender fingers around George's cock, feeling the younger boy push forward into his palm as he jacked him off. George leaned forward to kiss Matty once more before trailing his actions down to Matty's neck, leaving marks under his ear and above his collarbone as he tried to shuffle out of his jeans.

Once they came off, George moved himself slowly down to kiss at the coarse hair belly Matty's belly button, running his mouth down to take Matty in his mouth - not a difficult task, not that he'd tell Matty that; George didn't want to bruise his ego. Matty let out a soft gasp of air, twisting his head to the side with his mouth hanging open and jaw slack.

George pulled off after a minute or so, Matty lifting his lips in an attempt at persuading George not to stop just yet, but the tall man was already across the room rooting through Matty's cluttered desk drawers, looking for lube.

"In the little cabinet thing on the top." Matty had this vintage bureau, one he'd saved up for forever, and it was probably the nicest and most expensive thing in the whole flat. It locked and everything, and George wasn't at all surprised that Matty kept his lube and condoms in the easiest place to access.

He rolled a condom onto himself while he was still at the desk before walking back over to Matty, squeezing lube over his fingers as he moved - efficient. It wasn't long before George was back to sucking Matty off, pushing a finger into Matty when the pale man pushed his fingers through George's hair and squeezed - he hadn't forgotten how much George enjoyed Matty doing that from the old days.

Matty could barely breathe at the feeling of George's finger rubbing inside him, and literally couldn't stop himself from moaning for George to add another. Of course, George complied, and used the new leverage to properly reach Matty's prostate, hitting the nerves forcefully and relaxing his throat as Matty bucked up into his mouth instinctively at the sensation, groaning and whimpering as George relentlessly hit all the right places.

George was quickly working Matty up to the edge, and as much as Matty didn't actually want him to stop, he didn't want to cum before they got to properly fuck. "Hurry up, Georgie - shit, please, I can't-"

George pulled off Matty's dick in a second, tugging his fingers free and crawling back up the bed to kiss the boy as he pushed inside him, feeling Matty's stomach push up against his own as he arched his back into the sensation. Matty pushed his hands firmly over George's skin to grasp at his back, pulling the man closer to him and rocking his hips up against George's.

Matty was aware that he wasn't going to last long after George had sucked him off for a bit, and when George curled a hand around his dick, Matty was almost forced over the edge. The added touch had the boy whining as George pushed his head down to nibble just under Matty's jaw, and he jabbed his fingertips into George's smooth back before freezing and spilling over his belly.

George grunted, tugging himself out of Matty before pulling condom off and pulling at his own dick. Matty took over after a moment, wanking George off until he came over Matty's ribs, watching as Matty's flushed red chest rose and fell with remarkable speed and he grinned at George tiredly.

George fell to Matty's side, lying next to him as Matty entangled his fingers with George's and lifted their joined hands to look at how they fit together, George's hand practically suffocating Matty's.

"Didn't realise you'd be jealous, love."

George scoffed. "You should shower."

"Nah. S'late."

He rolled his eyes at Matty's decisiveness, swinging a leg back over Matty to lean down from the bed and grab his shirt and using it to clean Matty off.

George chucked the dirtied shirt back on the floor before shuffling closer to Matty once more, pulling the slender man against his chest and smiling helplessly as Matty pushed a leg between George's, keeping the two as close as they could be.

"Don't suck his dick again, love."

"Why not?" Matty's words were muffled, his head pressed into George's chest.

"I'd have to get jealous again."

Matty leaned backwards slightly to look into George's eyes as he lifted an eyebrow. "Don't see why that's a bad thing if it ends like this." His words were smug, and he shoved his face back against George's warm skin before closing his eyes and promptly deciding he was asleep and couldn't answer anything that George said.

"I- fine." George relented and kissed Matty's crown: after all, if Matty sucking Jamie off ended up like this every time, George supposed there were worse things he could be doing.