To Be Named At A Later Date

'It's none of our business, but I just have to ask in the rare case you see this. I know there's couples within the band, but sometimes you guys give off vibes of a giant polycule. What's that about?'

*

Before the concert:

In retrospect, drinking the night before their concert was not the best idea they'd have as a band.

Sure, Steven could and had taken time that morning to make out with all of them, to which they happily obliged. But by the time he was done, the unofficial frontman was so tired he couldn't hardly remind them that hangovers were still a problem.

If Steven hadn't been able to keep his magic active the entire time, they would've never made it past a one album band.

"Ugh... fuck Steven..." Jacob clutched at his stomach as the band dropped their "All good facade" the second the door to their green room shut. "I'm gonna need you to make out with me first. I'm either going to break something or punch someone."

"I'm actively flashing through my life. There's so little time to save me, man," Jasmin groaned.

Steven's own stomach was churning at this point, he'd had almost three bottles of whiskey to himself before his body called it a night involuntarily. "I'm working on it, I swear. Everyone gets kisses. Just know your hangover is going to feel weird."

It was just as well they'd be left alone since he was being pampered by all of their mouths in thanks.

Even drunk he tried to focus more on the lips he was locked to rather than the warm mouth that was wrapped around his cock.

Connie was sipping at water and giving pointers on how to get him off behind a nasty hangover headache. "Ugh, there's this thing I do sometimes – Oh good Shiva, just kill me– this thing I do sometimes where I take as much as I can but suckle on the tip at the same time? Flex your throat."

Steven grunted in annoyance and grabbed Jacob's ass as he brought him further onto his lap, lifting him easily to give the second assailant plenty of room while the others sprawled out over the tables and floors in absolute misery.

"You good?" Stevens lips pressed into his neck and stayed. If he wasn't so tired he'd have given them his Concentrated Universe Magic but it couldn't be helped with so little time.

Jacob stretched his body and groaned. "Depends on your definition. I mean I've got a boner if that's what you mean."

"That's just the Universe Charm talking." Steven laughed weakly and pulled him back in with his hands.

"Oh, shut up," He snorted.

"Yeah, okay."

Hazel swirled his tongue around the head of Stevens cock and he gasped into the kiss, gripping Jacob's hips so hard the younger man squeaked.

"Never heard that sound before," Connie grunted with a begrudging grin.

Hazel chuckled around it and pulled off slowly, enticing another deep rumble from the hybrid. "Guys know what guys like."

"Fucking gay ass motherfuckers," Jasmin groused, her head in the mini fridge. "I'm gonna need to go next, I'm actively considering killing myself. Don't mix Pink Whitney and Stella Rosé."

Jacob pulled away and kissed Steven's cheek before settling between his legs as he motioned Jasmin to get her kisses.

It was a slow cycle, but it worked.

*

Anna grinned and typed back, 'We're all "just" best friends who help each other out when we need to.'