Touch Me
Title: Touch Me
Band/Pairing: Caleb/Jared (Kings of Leon)
Author: bestxwillxfall
Rating: PG-13
Summary: “The shoot is over, Caleb, get your hand off my fucking knee,” he sneered. Inspired by this and this picture. :)
Disclaimer: This didn’t happen.
It is wrong, he is my brother. I shouldn’t be getting so much pleasure out of having my hand on his knee, but it was a rare opportunity. He never let me touch him. I stared at the camera blankly, as I was told to do. It didn’t excite me that Matthew’s hand was on my knee, or that Nathan’s hand was teasingly brushing my back. It did excite me that Jared’s arm was around me, well, behind me.
A few seconds later Matthew pointed out something, but I didn’t really hear what he said. It must have been important, because Jared was looking at me and he was smiling. The smile turned into a fake sneer, he was teasing me, and I didn’t know why. Nathan stared blankly at us both.
“The shoot is over, Caleb, get your hand off my fucking knee,” he sneered.
“Shut up, Jared.” I removed your hand almost instantly, though. The rest of the guys laughed at me, and so did the photographer. Later on I would be lying in my bunk, wondering why I had enjoyed touching him so much.
“Hey Caleb, we’re going for a beer, want to come?” Nathan asked. I shook your head no. Jared and Matthew were standing next to him. Jared was still underage. No, we were in England. Jared wasn’t underage anymore. Well, Jared wasn’t underage right now.
“I don’t think I want to go, either,” he said, sliding into his own bunk. “You guys have a good time.”
Nathan and Matthew shrugged, leaving the bus and going god knows where. Jared sighed. He turned over on his side, looking at me and smiling. I turned my head a little and smiled back.
“So, yeah, how about that shoot today?” Polite conversation. I hate polite conversation.
“It was alright. The part where he made us stand in the fireplace was kind of odd.”
“Yeah, well, he was kind of odd.”
There was a long and awkward silence that followed. Neither of us could think of anything to say, though we both tried. He would open his mouth and then close it, closing his eyes and shaking his head. I wouldn’t even look at him; I just stared at my hands, playing with my fingers.
“Well, it wasn’t so bad on the couch,”
My stomach gave a small jolt. My head jerked up and I stared at him. He blushed and tore his eyes away from mine.
“I mean, it wasn’t so bad with your hand on me, I mean, I’d like to have your hands on me,”
“What?” I said in disbelief. It had come out wrong; I had meant to sound happier, as if I had been waiting to hear those words. “You never even let me give you a fucking hug, Jared!”
“I-I know, but it’s because if you did then everyone would know I was enjoying it a lot more than I’m supposed to,” he sighed. “I shouldn’t be telling you this.”
“N-no, it’s fine,” I say and grab his hand. He smiles. “I liked touching you,”
“Would you like to touch me more?”
“God, yes,”
“Then touch me.”
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