Osmond's eyes were narrowed, but he wasn't annoyed. Exhaustion was evident on the boy's features, and on the cab ride over to the performance center he kept falling asleep against the window.

It was five in the afternoon when Carmen had gone into Osmond's room, about half an hour ago, and woken the still sleeping boy up.

Apparently, he had been talking on the phone when he went to sleep and never hung up, so when Carmen leaned over him to gently shake him and say, "wake up," a voice that wasn't Osmond's said:

"It's usually a blowjob that does it," and Carmen's eyes widened.

He didn't know if it had been him, or that comment, but Osmond had woken up and said, "shut up, Ezra," into the phone before hanging it up and looking up at Carmen, who couldn't help but to have a relieved face upon hearing that Osmond hadn't stayed up talking to Adrian all night.

For some reason, even though it was hypocritical, Carmen was jealous of Adrian, and hadn't been able to sleep well that night knowing Osmond was talking to him.

Osmond had continued to look up at him and he swallowed. It was the most eye contact they had shared in days, so Carmen didn't dare break it.

"I'm assuming you came in here for something," Osmond said after a long time and Carmen nodded, and then his eyes widened when he remembered.

"We need to go".

And that was how he had gotten the boy into the car, though he was a bit worried about Osmond's ability to perform given the boy couldn't seem to stay awake for more than three minutes at a time. It would have been cute in literally every other situation.

"I'm going to be fine, Carmen," Osmond insisted when they were at the concert hall and Carmen was forcing him to drink mug after mug of coffee. "I can't drink this much liquid".

"I've seen you do it before," Carmen said, giving him another mug as he reminded Osmond of the dinner he had with his family. Osmond rolled his eyes and looked away from him.

They had arrived a little early despite their late start, and Carmen was determined that Osmond would be completely awake before their performance. "Well, now I'm going to need to pee," the black haired boy mumbled.

"Osmond," Carmen said, exacerbated with the other boy, who looked up at him with amusement in his eyes. It was the warmest look he had gotten from the other a while, and Carmen wondered what the hell was different today from yesterday other than more time had passed.

"I'm professional Carmen," Osmond claimed, grinning at him and once again he was caught off guard. "Look at me".

"Your shirt is inside out," Carmen said, running a hand over his face and Osmond looked down quickly.

"So it is".

Apparently tired Osmond was a forgetful Osmond, and Carmen vowed to wake him up early every day if he was going to treat him normally again.

"I'll go fix this really quick," Osmond said, his words coming out quickly as the coffee kicked in. Setting down the mug he was currently sipping from, he turned and walked off in search of a bathroom.

Carmen dropped his head into his hands. Last night, he decided that today would be the day he would talk to Osmond, to explain who Jordan was (beyond what Osmond already knew, which was that he was Carmen's friend who had once been to Green Bay Wisconsin) and how he was in love with him, not Jordan, but now he was afraid the the boy would fall asleep before he could even get him to agree to dinner.

When Osmond returned, his shirt had been righted and his eyes were very awake. Now was the time, so Carmen quickly asked, "would you go out to dinner with me after the performance?"

Osmond looked conflicted for a moment, his eyes peering into Carmen's as if he was trying to read him like a book, and then he nodded slowly. "I-" his voice came out dry so he started over. "I suppose I could".

"But do you want to," Carmen pushed and Osmond looked away.

Avoiding the question, the other boy claimed, "we should get behind stage. They're going to call us out soon".

"Osmond-"

"Carmen, not now".

Osmond began walking away and Carmen huffed, grabbing his violin case and following the other. "Are we ever going to talk about it?" His voice was weak, scared, but for once he wasn't embarrassed for showing his emotions. "Are we just done?"

Osmond looked back at him then, his eyes equally sad and Carmen chewed his lower lip. "We'll talk about it later".

And then Osmond was silently slipping into their auditorium, which was already filled with people, and began walking down the aisle.

Carmen, his eyes stinging with tears, followed.

***

"Carmen, calm down," Osmond urged and Carmen threw his violin into the cab and then would have thrown himself in too if Osmond hadn't of caught his wrists and slowly helped him into the vehicle. "It's not a big deal, no one noticed".

"I noticed," Carmen spat. "You noticed".

"I did," Osmond agreed, sliding into the car next to him.

The performance had been the worst yet. Carmen couldn't even count the number of mistakes he'd made on his fingers before running out of digits, and it was Osmond who he decided to blame.

He was sure that if the boy had fucked him the night before this wouldn't have happened.

Of course Osmond not fucking him was Carmen's own fault, but he didn't really care at this point.

"Are we going to get dinner?" Osmond asked, sounding at ease and Carmen narrowed his eyes.

"Hotel first". Osmond looked surprised by this, but nodded slowly.

The hotel wasn't far, maybe a couple blocks from where they had performed, but it felt too long with a silent Osmond sitting next to him, looking out the window instead of at him.

And it pissed Carmen off.

When they got to the hotel, Carmen handed the driver money and pulled Osmond (and his violin) out of the car before the older could ask the driver to wait for them. As the man pulled away from the curb, Osmond just watched, and then looked down at Carmen. "Our cab".

"We'll get another one," Carmen claimed grabbing Osmond's wrist with the hand that wasn't around his violin case, and pulled him towards the front doors of the hotel.

In all honesty Carmen had no intention of calling another cab, but he didn't say this to Osmond as he pulled him up the stairs to the second floor.

"What is wrong with you?" Osmond asked, looking annoyed as Carmen hastily unlocked the door and threw it open. "Carmen, you made a few mistakes, I don't see-".Osmond's eyes widened as Carmen slammed the door and gripped the front of his shirt, forcing him down to eye level. "Carmen, what are you doing? What about dinner?"

"We're not going to dinner," Carmen said, and then Osmond blinked slowly. "You're going to fuck me".

"What?" Osmond asked, trying to pull back from him but Carmen refused to let go.

"I'm sorry for what I did, it was a mistake. I understand if you can't forgive me, but you can't just stop having sex with me. That's not how this works". Osmond blinked slowly, as if dazed. "I have a performance tomorrow-"

"Are you serious right now?" Osmond asked, finally pulling back and fisting his hands in his own hair. "Are you really this selfish? You'd do that to me, after I told you..." Osmond trailed off, suddenly looking more annoyed, "you're not even going to give me time to recover?"

"It's not that big of a deal," Carmen argued, throwing his hands up.

"So you'd be perfectly okay if I agree to fuck you with my eyes closed and moan of Adri the entire fucking time?" Osmond asked, and Carmen winced. No, that wouldn't be okay.

"Yeah...," he said softly and Osmond just laughed at his patheticness. "That's different".

"How?" Osmond asked, his eyes flashing dangerously.

"Because I know that you're in love with Adrian. You don't know anything about Jordan".

Osmond looked more than annoyed now. He looked mad. Pissed even.

"Fine, Carmen!" Osmond sat down on the couch and glared up at him. "Tell me about Jordan".

"Jordan is a friend-" Osmond scoffed. "He is. I don't feel anything for him". Anymore, Carmen thought, but didn't answer.

"Why don't you just get him to fuck you?" Osmond snapped and Carmen, without thinking, blurted:

"He's in Florida," and then realized this was the wrong thing to say, especially when Osmond stood from the couch and glared. "He doesn't mean anything to me, Osmond".

"Whatever-"

Before Osmond could get to his room, the weight of Carmen's body was knocking him into the wall. Not giving him any time to protest, Carmen attacked his mouth, prying his lips open with his tongue.

Osmond tried to push him of, his fingers pushing at his hips, but Carmen wasn't having it. His hands roamed the body of the other, down his shoulders and chest to the front of his pants where he began to rub the other's member quickly, and despite his protests, he felt Osmond grow hard against his hand in response to the friction. At some point, Osmond had stopped pushing at his body and was now instead pulling at it.

"He's nothing to me," Carmen mumbled as Osmond roughly gripped his hips as his mouth moved down Carmen's neck. "Nothing. Only you mean something to me-"

"Shut up," Osmond demanded, not being at all gentle as he pushed Carmen down on the couch and parted his thighs before grinding against him roughly.

Moaning, Carmen's back arched. "Wha- what are you doing?"

"I'm to fuck you like the slut you want to be". And then Osmond was ripping off Carmen's expensive dress pants, leaving him in just his boxers.

Carmen tried to protest, to tell him that he wasn't a slut, and was only in love with him, but Osmond slipped his long fingers into his mouth, silencing his words.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard that you'll have to limp out on that stage tomorrow," Osmond promised, looking down at him with angry, lust filled eyes as his fingers fucked his willing throat and Carmen couldn't help it, he moaned.

When the cold hit his dick, Carmen lifted his hips up into Osmond, but the boy held him down and pulled his boxers over his feet before throwing them onto the ground and sinking back between his legs.

Pulling his slick fingers from Carmen's mouth, Osmond looked at them for a moment before enveloping then in his own for just a second and pulling them out again.

Carmen moaned, closing his eyes as Osmond harshly pressed one finger into him, not giving him time to get used to the feeling before fucking him with the singular digit.

Grinding his hips down on the finger, Carmen moaned, lifting his head up from the couch to look down. Osmond, seeing this and apparently not liking it, gripped his hair with one of his hands and forced his head back. "Don't move".

And then two more fingers were added at once, causing Carmen to twitch in sensitivity, but he obeyed, keeping his entire body still as Osmond continued his ministrations.

After a short, very short, time preparing him, Osmond pulled his hand back, wiping it carelessly on Carmen's shirt, and then used said hand to unzip the front of his pants.

Carmen expected Osmond to remove them, but instead maneuvered his dick through the hole in his boxers and then over his open fly. He shifted forward a bit, gripping Carmen's thighs and yanking him down the couch until he was in line with his cock.

Pushing the just the head in, using no lubrication and barely any silava, Osmond's mouth parted and his head tilted back. Carmen on the other hand tensed and cried out in pain rather than pleasure.

And then Osmond was looking down at him with darkened eyes, and speaking, his voice low but intense. "I'm the only one who gets to see you like this, Carmen". His large hands ran soothingly up Carmen's thighs and he shivered at the feeling of the uncalloused fingers. "The only one who gets to see you spread out like this. The only one you're going to be thinking about". Carmen's breath caught at the last words. "You're mine, Carmen".

"Yours-" Carmen breathed in agreement, still in pain, but able to forget most of it and rocking his hips against Osmond in a weak attempt to take more of him in but the boy seemed to be trying to avoid this, pulling back when Carmen shifted himself forward. "Yours yours, only yours".

That must have been what Osmond wanted to hear, because with one swift thrust he was filling him completely and Carmen's toes curled and his back arched as he screamed out in both agony and pleasure.

Chuckling, Osmond tried to calm the other's body with steady hands, but Carmen was shaking, so close to the edge that he nearly released right then and there. "Osmond, move".

Looking a bit surprised, but delighted nonetheless, the black haired boy began to slowly move his hips, drawing back just an inch before slowly easing back into him. It was good, but it wasn't enough, and Carmen vocalized this, his legs tightening around Osmond's waist.

"God," Osmond breathed out, looking down at Carmen's body in a way that made the boy want to cover himself, but also adjust himself so he could see more. "God you're gorgeous".

"Not..." Carmen got out but then closed his mouth at the sound of his shaky voice. "Osmond-" I love you. But he couldn't get it out, distracted as as Osmond began to hammer into his prostate.

"Yeah," Osmond said, gripping his hips and Carmen wouldn't be surprised if there were bruises in the shape of hands there the next morning.

Carmen fought to keep his eyes open, not wanting this time to be anything like their last, but he couldn't, not as Osmond spit in his hand and then gripped his erection, stroking it quickly.

This time when he came, he had no problem yelling Osmond's name, his back arching as he did so. The boy on top of him still had yet to cum and remained to thrust aimlessly into his body, causing Carmen to twitch with sensitivity. When his eyes opened, Osmond was smiling, most likely at the sound of his own name spoken through pleasure, and Carmen grinned up at him. As Osmond still thrusted, Carmen sat forward, applying more pressure on his dick, and latched his mouth onto his left nipple, flicking his tongue over it and biting into the skin and Osmond came, breathing, "Carmen," out softly.

Osmond's legs gave out and he collapsed on top of him, which Carmen accepted by sliding his arms around the other's waist.

"Don't leave me," Carmen asked, nuzzling his face into Osmond's neck, afraid that once they were done, they would go back to barely talking and acting as if there was nothing between the two of them. Osmond sighed loudly and then tried to stand up. "No".

"I'm not going to leave you Carmen, we just need to get into a bed," Osmond explained. "We can't sleep here".

"No," was all Carmen said, tightening his hold on Osmond.

Not that he had him back, he wasn't about to let him go.