A/N: After looking at the new pictures of Jackson in Nylon Magazine and coupled with my obsession with him and Jerad as a couple...this idea came out and bit me and wouldn't go away.

Thank you to all my lovely Twitter peeps who pushed me to do this, voted for POV, and wrote with me.

Thanks especially to RayneMoonfyre for picking a title and sending me a song to shape this one-shot.

Huge thanks to Coolbreeeze for betaing this bad boy at the last minute...at 3am...ILYSFM woman!

Disclaimer: I own tickets to see Idina Menzel...SM owns the rest...

I tear you down
I make you bleed
Eternally
Can't help myself
From hurting you
And it's hurting me
I don't have wings
So flying with me won't be easy
Cause I'm not an angel
I'm not an angel

Hate being that wall
That you hit
When you feel like you gave it all
I hate taking the blame
When we both know that I'll never change

"I'm not an Angel" by Halestorm

JPOV

The sounds of the crowd singing and screaming were thundering through me. Endorphins were high and the sweat was dripping down my face and neck as I wailed into the microphone. My fingers worked fast and furious over the guitar in my hands. The sound of the drums was pulsing through me, each hit like the thrust of your hips while driving into a hard, lean body. Everything was a blur around me, the sights, the sounds, the smells all whirling into a cyclone surrounding my body and then...there was silence.

Fuck, it was him.

My mouth was going through motions of singing the words but my eyes...my eyes were trained on him. By the end of the night, he would be fucked out of my system. That's how I worked. When a handsome boy caught my eye, he was mine. For that moment in time when I had him naked underneath me, after the show, it would be him. The elusive boy who had been to our last three shows and innocently eye-fucked me from beneath the black frames on his face. His hair was raven black and spiked into a short mohawk with blue tips that drove me fucking mad. My morning wank sessions consisted of the image of me grabbing onto that hair while I fucked him repeatedly, sinking my teeth into his pale neck while he screamed my name.

The gorgeous boy with the red lips that sang the words to my songs with his eyes closed, had no clue what he did to me. My cock was hard and throbbing through most of the show and he was going to be on the receiving end of it. When he opened his eyes, I closed my own to get a grip. The girls were screaming in the front row, reaching their hands up to me, hoping for the feel of my skin against theirs. All I could think about was the heat of his skin, but I had an image to keep and getting lost in his fiery green eyes lined in black wasn't going to help that.

Leaning down, I tried not to vomit as I gripped the hands of the groupies in front of me, screaming that they loved me, wanted to marry me and pushing panties and numbers into my hands, but I winked at them all and even added a little swagger to my hips as I turned around. At the end of the song, I reached down and grabbed the Heineken next to my mic stand. It wasn't my beer of choice, but it reminded me of the boy's eyes and I couldn't resist. Taking a big swig, I could feel his eyes on me and I took some deep, long swallows for show, so he would know how much I could take of whatever he wanted to give me. I was still thirsty and I wanted to drink from his cock. Later,I would.

Putting down the bottle, I got ready for the next number and he walked closer to the stage and the words "Fuck me" escaped from my lips and into the mic. The girls started screaming and I was ready to grab him and run. The cocky fucker had on a shirt that read "Sorry girls, I suck dicks" and he was staring right at me. The game was over for him too. We went through the next set and I was fucking thankful that I sat at the drums, but he never moved from the spot, never stopped watching me and I was about to explode. His full lips were singing the words and I was desperate to hear his voice, to get an idea of what he would sound like when he lost all control.

I had to fuck him...then forget him...life on the road was no place for feelings and relationships, at least not for me. I didn't want the headache and I didn't need it.

With each passing song, he moved closer and closer until his tall frame was right behind the row of screaming fan girls in the front. The boy perplexed me, he was nothing like I ever desired to take to my bed. I preferred tan men in tight jeans, boots and cowboy hats and I was more than happy for them to keep that hat on while they rode my stallion. He wasn't any of that. From the blue hair to the eye liner to the soft, pale skin and leather studded bracelets on his arms, and fuck me if he didn't have black polish on his damn finger nails; nope, not my normal type at all. But he was fucking beautiful and he was going to be mine.

When the last song was played I was sweaty, sore and so fucking horny I thought I was going to combust on stage. There would be an encore, but before that happened, I needed to find Ben. When the curtain fell, I scanned the stage and found him standing off to the side. Running over to our head of security, my nerves were on alert and there was no way he was getting away again.

"Ben," I said breathlessly. "Need you to do something for me."

The big, beefy bodyguard looked at me and smiled slyly, this wasn't news to him. "Which one is he, Jay?"

I grinned at him, "Gorgeous thing in the front..."

"Doesn't help me, Jay, I don't look at a dude and think 'gorgeous', you know?"

Laughing I said, "Fair enough, black hair, blue mohawk, you know where to send him and do not let him say no." The last part was said with slight desperation, but I needed him.

"What if he does?" Ben asked. "Say no."

"Just don't let him," I said a little too forcefully.

The curtain went back up and the crowd was screaming once again, my eyes quickly scanned the room, but I couldn't find him. My heart started pounding and panic quickly set in. My band mates were talking to me and I couldn't decipher a word. My gaze was frantic as I looked over the entire venue. Where the fuck was he? Closing my eyes, I took a deep breath and started singing our final song of the night. We always ended with a cover and tonight was no different.

As the words drifted from my mouth and into the microphone, I felt myself drowning in the lyrics, thinking about how I let him get away. When the crowd started singing along, I opened my eyes to smile at them and there he was, off to the side and goddammit he was pulling a concert tee over his head. The lights reflected off the piercings in his nipples and my voice broke when I saw them.

How fucking embarrassing!

Going on like nothing happened, I watched as a lazy smirk made it's way onto his gorgeous face and he never took his eyes off me as I finished the song. It was exhilirating and dammit I wanted to touch.

Soon enough...

When the final note was sung, I impatiently waited until it was okay for us to go backstage and I hustled past my band mates and headed toward the dressing room. If Ben did his job, Mr. Pale, emo and beautiful would be gracing my door in the next ten minutes. I didn't even bother to sign any autographs or take pictures, I had shit to do.

Racing into the room, I shed my clothes and jumped into the tiny shower, quickly getting myself cleaned off, nothing like smoke and sweat to make you smell not so wonderful. There was plenty of lube and condoms in my bag and if I had my way, we would use them all. That boy looked like he had a tight ass and I couldn't wait to find out. Trying to tuck the tiny towel around my waist, I shook out my hair and felt it hit my shoulders. I decided to let it air dry for few minutes while I brushed my teeth.

Heading into my dressing room to grab my clothes, I was stopped short by the sight of the raven-haired boy laying on the couch. His lean frame was too long for it and his feet hung over the edge.

Fuck me...he was wearing boots.

Neither one of us said a word as he slowly sat up and licked his cherry-red lips. His eyes blazed a path as they followed the lines of my body from head to toe. I hardened instantly and there was no hiding it under the towel.

We both knew why he came.

We wanted the same thing.

I let the towel fall and he gasped, taking in the sight of my cock, lightly thumping against my stomach as I walked towards him. His eyes were on it the entire time and stayed there until I was standing in front of him. His lips were inches from the head and I stifled a groan when his long, alabaster finger swiped the slit and he licked the pre-cum off of it.

That was it, my resolve snapped and I grabbed the blue tips of his hair in my hand, pulled his his head back and looked into his bright green eyes.

"Suck it," I growled.

He reached up to take off his glasses, "Those stay on. Open your mouth baby and suck my cock."

In slow motion, I watched his full, wet lips part and his tongue come out. He looked into my eyes once again as his head went down and he dragged his tongue up the underside of my shaft.

"Fuck," I hissed.

He pulled his mouth away for a second, "I'm not leaving here until you do," and then took my entire cock in his hot little mouth.

Fuck me, I could cum from the sound of his voice.

His eyes closed and I watched his long lashes lay against his face, the face of an angel sucking me off with the power to lead me straight to hell with his amazing mouth. He moved his head back and forth, sucking, nibbling and those black painted fingernails were digging into my ass. My hands in his hair tightened, and I held him in place as my hips thrust forcefully into his mouth and he opened up more, taking all I gave him.

"Goddammit baby...so fucking good, your mouth..." I was panting and fucking his gorgeous face. My cock looked at home sliding in between his lips, wet with his spit and throbbing to release.

"Want me to cum in your mouth, baby?" I murmured as I held his head in place. He looked up at me and I could see the answer in his eyes. He couldn't respond, his mouth was full of my cock.

"You got it, love," I groaned as I thrust deep into his throat.

"Fuck, baby, swallow me," I cried out as I felt the explosions spurting from my body and the beautiful, exotic creature swallowed it all.

When I was spent and let go of his hair, he slowly let me fall from his mouth.

"Fucking delicious," he said in a husky voice and I hauled his skinny ass up into my arms and finally allowed myself the pleasure of tasting those plump, crimson lips.

Holding his body against mine, I thrust my tongue into the scorching heat of his mouth. I lost my self in a tangle of tongues and teeth. His taste was indescribable, traces of me were like the whipped cream on the sundae, the ice cream buried underneath was the real treasure. I savored it, wanted more of it and hated that after tonight all I would have was the memory of it all.

So I kissed him harder and longer with passion that I never let other experience. He had no idea he was special and I wouldn't tell him, would only make it harder when I sent him home. When our bodies couldn't take anymore, we both fell onto the couch and that's when I realized he was still fully clothed and I wasn't wearing a stitch of anything.

"What's your name, baby?" I asked him.

"Edward," he whispered against my lips.

"That's a lot of name for a boy like you," I told him, studying the features of his face. "But it suits you."

He smiled, "I know your name, Jay." His smile turned into a mischievous smirk. "I say it a lot when I jerk off to the sound of your voice."

Holy fuck...

My already spent cock hardened instantly at his words.

"You better take you goddamn clothes off because I'm about to fuck you into next week ," I told him, pushing him off of me.

He stood up and looked down at me on the couch, "Or what?

"Or I'll take you over my lap and spank you," I said in a dark and dangerous voice.

"Holy fuck," he rasped and immediately shed the shirt before taking off his boots and socks. Standing there in his jeans, which were hanging off his hips I finally got to see the natural color of his hair as I followed the trail under his navel that disappeared into the denim. I wanted to run my nose along the auburn line.

"Come here," I beckoned to him, he walked towards me and I grabbed his belt loops with my fingers and opened my mouth against his taut stomach. He was tasted salty and smelled wonderful. While I bit gently into the pale planes of his abdomen, my hands quickly unfastened his jeans and pushed them down his slender hips.

"God...don't stop..." he panted as my teeth sunk into his skin over and over. I ran my hands down his thighs and finally pulled my mouth away so I could see him. He stepped out of his jeans and the vision before me made my wildest fantasies tame by comparison. My idea of perfection just did a one-eighty as I cataloged each of his features into my memory bank.

First, I took in his spiky hair that was now mussed from my fingers earlier, glasses, emerald eyes, black liner, perfect nose and red lips. Second, his lip was pierced on one side, and it was sexy as fuck. The column of his throat led down past his collar bone and to the silver rings in each nipple. Piercings have never done a thing for me, but on him they made me want him that much more. Finally, I memorized his torso. It was long and thin and my hand flew to my mouth when I saw the red bite marks I left on him, it made my cock awaken to see my marks on his body.

When I let my eyes drift further south, I was stunned.

"Oh holy fuck," I said as my eyes roamed the length of his erection. It was nestled prominently among his tightly trimmed curls and there was a piercing under the head of his cock. Never in my life had I seen anything like it.

"Jay," he said with a cocky grin. He clearly knew I was fascinated. "I thought you were going to fuck me?"

Those words snapped me out of my trance and I hauled him towards me. Attacking his neck with my mouth while dragging my teeth down his soft throat, I walked him back until we were at the wall. If he wanted to be fucked, I was going to fuck him so hard I'd leave a piece of me branded inside of him so he would never forget.

Pulling my mouth away, I flipped him around so he was facing the wall. There was an intricate tattoo stretched across his shoulder blades. Goddammit, the boy was full of surprises. Grabbing his hands, I took them and wrapped his fingers around the pipe lining the wall.

"Keep them there, don't fucking move them, okay?" I growled into his ear.

A shiver coursed through his body, "God...yes...okay."

My hands traveled down his arms and moved to the front of his body. Pulling his hips back so his ass was flush with my cock, I asked, "Do you want me to fuck you baby?"

"Yes," he hissed.

My tongue traced the pattern of ink swirling around his skin and he was moaning softly. His hips were pushing back into mine and I let my hand drift down to his cock and take his thick harness in my grip. I held him against me with my other arm and rolled my hips into the crack of his ass as I stroked his cock. It was heavy in my hand and he made the most wonderful noises every time I pulled on the piercing.

"I wanna bury my cock in your tight little ass, Edward," I rasped as I ran my nails down his chest. There would be dark red lines everywhere I scratched and I couldn't wait to see.

"Shit," he moaned incoherently, his hips were thrusting into my hand.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes..wanted this...for so long...with you," he grunted between taking breaths.

I let him go and reached down into my bag for the lube and condoms. I quickly rolled one on and squirted the lube into my hand. Making sure my fingers were nice and slick, I thrust two into his ass and immediately curved them inside of him.

"Oh holy fuck!" He screamed, his voice hoarse and thick with lust. He moved forward slightly before slamming his ass back against my hand. I pushed another finger inside of him, fucking him relentlessly with them.

"Need you inside...please," he whimpered.

"Fuck yes," I groaned as I pulled out my fingers and replaced them with my cock. Pushing all the way in, we both cried out when my hips were flush with the skin of his ass. He was fucking perfect; made for me...tight and hot and oh so right.

Grabbing his hips and holding them in place, I pulled almost all the way out and thrust back in with a hard slam. The force of it pushed Edward into the wall.

"Spread your hands out and brace yourself, you need to hold on tight...I can't be gentle," His hands spread out on the pipe and I saw his knuckles turning white as they held on.

Placing my hands on his shoulders, I furiously shoved my cock in and out of him, our skin slapping loudly and our heavy breathing and groans surrounding us in the quiet room. It was a symphony of lust, passion and sex. His body took me over and over again and each roll of my hips brought me closer and closer to the edge.

Taking his cock in my hand once again, I stroked him like a mad man, tugging hard while I fucked his beautiful ass.

"How does it feel, getting your brains fucked out by me, baby?" I said as my tongue licked up the side of his neck before I bit into his ear lobe.

"So fucking good...don't stop," he sighed. "Never stop."

When he said that, I couldn't handle it anymore, I was about to break my own rule, but I had to see him, look into his eyes while I fucked him.

"Take your hands down," I murmured into his ear.

He let go of the pipe and his hands fell to his sides, I winced as I pulled out of him and then turned him around.

Edward's face was an intense blend of emotions and instead of trying to decipher them all, I kissed his delicious mouth instead. While I was kissing him, I grasped his thighs and lifted him up. He was so slight and his legs wrapped around my hips. I kissed him for another minute before I couldn't ignore my need for him anymore.

"Baby," I whispered. "I don't want to hurt your back on the wall, hold onto the pipe again, okay?"

He nodded his head and smiled, then wrapped his long fingers around it again, only this time he was facing me and I could watch him. He pulled himself up while I lifted his hips so I could enter him once again. Seeing his face as I slid in inch by glorious inch took my breath away. He was so expressive, his face flashing from emotion to emotion until I was buried to the hilt.

"You're mine," I said to him as I held his legs tightly around my waist.

"Yours, all yours," he said as he lifted his hips and dropped down on my cock.

"Fuck me," he said, "Now."

Holding onto him, I started out with slow thrusts that quickly gained momentum in speed and force. His entire body was bouncing up and down on top of me and I couldn't take my eyes off his face. With each push, I lost more of myself to this boy, never before had I felt like this. It was unfair, but I would take what he offered and hoped he could tell in the way I moved inside of him that he was more than just a fuck to me.

"Kiss me, Edward," I sighed as his face bent down to mine. My tongue swept through his mouth with each roll of my hips and my hand was on his cock. Our bodies were moving in sync, hands, hips, hearts and tongues as we raced to the finish line.

"Jaaaaay," he wailed as I felt his cock erupt in my hand, my fingers were covered in his slick cum as his body tightened and convulsed above me. His mouth was open and his head was thrown back. Never in my life would I forget the way Edward looked when he arched his back and came for me.

I couldn't take anymore and when he felt the tremors take over my body, he let go of the pipe and wrapped his arms and legs around me. He sought out my mouth with his and my cries echoed in his mouth as I came harder than I ever had before. He milked every drop from me, clenching his ass around me while his wet tongue traced my entire mouth. He was tasting every inch, taking my flavor with him and leaving his behind for me.

I stumbled back to the couch and sat down with him still straddling my lap. We kissed forever, until our passion calmed down. Our kisses were languid and perfect and I didn't want to stop, but I had to.

"I have to pull out," I told him.

He hugged me to him tightly, "Not yet, please...one more minute...don't wanna feel empty yet."

I ran my hands through his crazy blue hair and smiled into his eyes.

"It's time, Edward...I have to go, but I won't forget this."

A mask of indifference fell over his face and he got up off of my lap and bent down to get his clothes.

"You know why..."

"Save it!" He put out a hand to shut me up. "I really don't want to hear it. I knew...going into this what it was...but...never mind."

I felt like shit as I watched him cover every inch of his body and I couldn't move. I would do something stupid.

"I'm sorry," I said sincerely. I really was.

"Goodbye, Jay," he said to me sadly as he picked up his socks and shoes and headed to the door.

Jumping up in all my naked glory I said, "Wait! Please." I quickly shed the condom and dashed to where he stood.

He turned and looked at me, his green eyes were dull, none of the passion they held earlier was present and it was my fault.

"Will I see you again?" I was horrible, but I had to know if he would come to another concert.

"I don't know, Jay..."

"It's Jasper...my name...call me Jasper."

He sighed and leaned his head on the door, "I don't know, Jasper...this was harder than I thought."

Before I could form a response, Edward walked out of the door.

I threw it open, "Edward!"

He turned around and looked back at me, "Please, come to the next show...give me time...it wasn't just a fuck for me either."

His gorgeous face broke into a huge smile and the boy with the blue hair, piercings, tattoos and leather studded bracelets ran back and kissed me.

"You'll see me again, Jasper...I promise."

With one last kiss he was out the door again and this time I let him go.

For the first time in my life I lost my heart when Edward walked out with it. He sure as hell better bring it back.

A/N: Lemme know what you think of my boys...

PSMW is next, I promise...