NICK JONAS IS DADDY

He was my idol. A pure sex symbol. Sure he'd played as a gay guy on TV, but he wasn't supposed to be in real life – even with all that leather. At the backstage of his show he was doing a signing, excited girls squealing as he signed papers and bodies. I was watching him from down the line. That wry smile that was still attractively brooding. His muscular shoulders beneath that leather jacket.

When it was my turn I nervously licked my lips, whole mouth feeling dry. When his dark eyes met mine he quirked an eyebrow. He gave me a gorgeous smirk that had me fangirling on the inside. I almost tripped when I stepped up to his chair, suited security men stood on each side. They watched me through their pitch sunglasses, but my gaze was on my celebrity crush as he motioned me over, reaching for the poster I had clenched to my chest.

"So who am I making this out to?" he asked. Nick Jonas talked to me, I could've dropped then.

"Brian." I cleared my throat so my voice wouldn't break.

Nick flipped the poster over.

"That's quite a look." He imitated the posture for me: put his chin in his hand and pouted.

He was being funny. I forced myself to smile. He gave me a look and I realised I was stonewalling – a predictable reaction from me – but I couldn't do anything about it, my brain was freezing up. With the marker in his hand he studied me, a quick up-down with his eyes before he started scribbling.

I took that moment to study him too. His posture was relaxed, unlike the security beside him. He rested the poster on his thigh, black leather jeans stretched tight across his legs. I swallowed, mouth dry again. He was even hotter in person, so sexy and confident. I snapped to when he gave me back the poster, feeling an embarrassed flush on my cheeks.

"There you go, Brian. Thanks." He gave me one of his coy smirks.

"Thanks." I mirrored back, then moved off with what felt like wonky and robotic steps.

Talk about starstruck. Talk about regret. I hadn't said anything to him that I meant to. Didn't complement his music, didn't gush at all like these girls were doing. For a moment I paused and looked back, wondering if it was too late for me to say anything else, but I was already being ushered on by security. I went through the backstage exit while internally kicking myself.

When I looked at what he'd written on the poster I felt my flush burn as brightly as the overhead stage lights.

To my cutest fan, Brian xoxo

Oh my God. I could've dropped then. If I'd looked at what he'd written before walking off I'd be hyperventilating on the floor. Was Nick Jonas flirting with me?! Or was he what everyone in the gay community thought he was: an incredibly sexy tease.

My friends hadn't lined up with me, I lingered by the crowds outside in the dark. Groups gathering together after the concert to head home. I spent a few minutes walking in circles across the dirt, trying to get my excited heartbeat to slow. It was maybe fifteen minutes before I heard someone calling my name.

"Brian. Brian! Is that him? The boy with the blue hair?"

Yes, I'd dyed my hair blue. I turned to look as one of the suited security men paced through the other fans toward me. The onlookers were curious. I was dumbfounded when the man came to a stop, one hand at the curly wire of his earpiece.

"Are you Brian?"

"Yes."

"You've been added to the VIP guest list for the afterparty. The limo is about to leave."

"What?" My jaw dropped. I couldn't believe it.

"Mr Nick Jonas requested it." Around me were astonished gasps and envious glares. "Sir, are you coming?"

"Yeah." I choked out.

The security guy turned and I followed his back, the bright lights above made me feel like I was dreaming. I'd get another chance to talk with him after all.

We went back into the building, down the corridor and out the other side. There were security barriers and I saw the limo. A small group of privileged fans gossiped together excitedly – all girls. I was led over and they opened to let me in, still gushing but I had no idea what they were saying. This was all too surreal.

Then Nick Jonas jogged out after us. He stepped up with his usual swagger, the girls all moving ahead of me and shaking with glee. Those dark eyes alighted on me however, behind them and still struggling with the internal shock as my emotions swept through me.

"Glad you could make it, Brian." He smirked before swinging himself into the limo.

The girls almost dived in after him, a security man holding open the door with a blank expression. In my daze I entered last, all the seats around Nick were taken. I plopped down on the other side, the interior was red leather, the partition rolled up. It was just us and him, no security. The limo took off and there was a tray holding drinks that he started to pass around.

It was a coconut mojito-something. Very alcoholic. I sipped and listened while the girls gushed and jabbered, Nick chuckling and charming them. Jerking his head as he spoke and slapping his hands to his knees. His thigh started bouncing quickly under the taut leather of his jeans, making my heart race. Only now did I realise where we were going, after several streets and one of the girls yabbering about the clubs.

"Wait, we're going to a club?" I blurted. "Which club?"

The girls had been fighting to talk over each other, but Nick faced me from across the limo. He clasped his hands between his spread thighs.

"Red X. We get the VIP section, ever been on the top floor?" He turned his head, raised an eyebrow. I felt a spark for a moment when we looked at each other, but surely that was just my imagination? Right?

"Um, I've never been in it at all… clubbing really isn't my thing."

I noticed a few of the girls giving me weird looks, but only in my peripheral. My eyes were still locked on his. Those dark eyes looking right back and into my soul. A few seconds passed before one of the girls stole his attention with more eager blabbering. He turned away, his posture completely at ease, unlike mine. I averted my gaze and didn't say another word for the rest of the trip.

When the limo stopped outside the club we got an honour guard from the security team, parting the way to the entry. The door opened from the outside and Nick climbed out, the girls and I jumped out the nice car and followed him as he sauntered into the building. It was flashy and loud, strobe lights and beams of colour. It looked like a place too expensive to get in, with a lot of swaying and jerking bodies on the centre dancefloor, but the security made me feel safer.

We went up the glass steps, past the second level where a bartender was shaking drinks in a metal canister, up to the third level which had railings around the middle so you could watch the dancers below. Up here it was quieter. Through the glass walls I could see the red glow of the outside neon Red X sign. The party raved beneath us, amidst flashes of green and purple.

We followed Nick and his security to a booth. We all slid into our seats, me once again getting last choice, the seat furthest from him.

"We can talk up here, it's not so loud." Nick spread his arms on the table.

"What drinks would you like, Sir?" one of his workers asked.

He motioned to the girls around him and they each gave their orders. Girly drinks, raspberry and other fruit concoctions. I asked for a Jim Beam and coke. Nick smirked at me before giving his order.

"Bourbon on the rocks." When the worker left, Nick leaned across the table. "You've been very quiet, Brian. Barely said a word all night."

"Sorry…" I deliberated what to say next, the other girls shooting me annoyed looks that I was the one who had his interest despite their yabbering. "…I just, don't do this much." I looked around the club to indicate what I meant, and also to move my eyes from his warm but intense stare.

"You've shown no emotion this whole time. If it weren't for the poster, and the fact you lined up for the signing, I wouldn't think you were a fan at all." He was still grinning warmly, amused.

I shuffled in my seat uncomfortably, fiddling with the edge of the table while my neck got hot. I was feeling utterly dazzled by him.

"I'm just… nervous." I confessed. No use trying to play it cool. His lips quirked in a satisfied way as he studied me, then the girl next to him stole his attention.

The squabbling voices fought over each other, Nick answering their questions and joking along. Our drinks came quick, and so did the next round, and the next. The girls got flirty, talking in a slower, less subtle manner. Nick's confident demeaner started to get fiercer as he drank. His voice getting rough, jostling as he moved in his seat. That tight thigh was bouncing again from under the table.

"Who wants to do shots with me?" Nick said loudly, slapping a hand to the table and ushering over the worker with his other arm. I squeezed out the booth and stood.

"I'm just going to the bathroom." I excused myself lamely, heading down the dim walkway to the marked bathrooms.

I felt dizzy, swaying a little when I relieved myself in the cubicle. The white tiles gleamed under the fluorescent light, the sink counter some kind of black marble. I'd just washed my hands when I turned and saw Nick standing there, leaning against the wall. It was a look that made my eyes pop like a deer in headlights. Sexy casual posture, a wry smile on his lips, but his dark eyes burning into mine. There was that spark again, and undisturbed in here it stayed lit. It was the spark of attraction, and it was real.

No other fans, no security. It was the first time we were properly alone. Him in his leather jeans and jacket, giving me that look. He wasn't still for long. Nick came right at me and pushed me fiercely into the wall, hands grabbing and lips pushing against mine. Forcing my mouth open with a dominant hunger, an all-in type of eagerness. When I felt the wetness of his tongue my head started to spin.

One hand dragged from my back to my waist, the other was at the back of my neck and moved to grip my face and hold it still. Our lips moving against each other as we turned and mashed, sharing taste. Nick's hands moved to my hips and he heaved me up onto the counter, my legs spread around the waist of my leather-clad idol. His strong arms supported my weight with ease.

The movement broke our kiss. Our lips hovered centimetres apart and we paused like that, his body hard and good against mine. His dark eyes studying my features while I looked over his stubble and open mouth. His cologne was sporty and so very masculine.

"Nick…"

"Call me Daddy tonight." He murmured, voice attractively low as he purred "I want to take care of you."

I quivered as he reached for the hem of my skinny jeans.

"Come home with me tonight," he leaned in, turning his head so his lips were at my neck, tickling me with slow kisses. I could feel him between my legs. "I want to give you the best night of your life."

AN: Review for more! Will get smutty. May eventually involve Shawn Mendez too...