Backstage

A/N: This is a work of pure fiction. As stated in the disclaimer, I do not know Madrox and Monoxide. I don't even know if they have girlfriends. I've heard rumors but I know nothing for sure. This was mainly done for a friend for fun and is pretty much just porn without plot. For all my Madrox fans, enjoy.


She was waiting for him backstage as usual with her long hair tied into pigtails that were ratted from being in the crowd. How she always managed to get back stage so quickly after shows he would never know. He never cared about the minor details, only that she was there waiting for him in the small, cramped room with the lone couch.

Paul knew to let him have his privacy and was happy that he found someone to take up his time so he could in turn spend time with his own girl. He approved of her as well. She was different than the usual girls that hounded Jamie every tour. She wasn't the type of girl they wrote songs about taking fantasies too far.

She stood before him grinning wildly with the same excited passion he'd seen in her many times. He couldn't hide his own excitement as he grabbed her thick waist and pulled her to him, kissing her deeply. She tasted like peach Faygo; just the way he pictured a Juggalette to taste.

Her fingers wound in his spider-braided hair and reveled at how soft his short hair was underneath the braids. She kept him pulled into her, hungrilly savoring the taste and feel of his pouty lips. She stumbled backwards, feeling for the couch and bringing him to over her.

Jamie's hands wandered to the bottom of her hatchetman hockey jersey, slipping underneath to pull at her bra until he managed to unhook it. His hands fondled the soft flesh of her breasts for a moment before he pushed the jersey over her head. He kissed her again deeply then began to trail his lips down her neck, licking and nipping lightly at her skin. His lips found her breast and he licked and sucked lightly at her nipple, massaging the other with one hand while the other tugged at the hem of her shorts.

She helped him remove her shorts and panties to follow, moaning at the sensation of his tongue and teeth on her nipples. Her face was flushed deep red with passion and her eyes held a hungry want for him. She sat up and bit his neck playfully, unbuttoning his baggy jeans. She could feel him smile against her.

She ran her nails on his back under his shirt and pulled it up over his head, running her hands over the body he was so self-concious over. He could read her thoughts by looking in her eyes. She didn't care about his weight; if anything, his weight was more of a turn on to her.

His pants were removed and she pushed him into a sitting position on the couch and straddled him, slowly taking him inside. She moaned at the feeling of being filled and began to move. His hands grasped her bottom, guiding her movements to speed her pace. He breathed a long moan and nipped at her shoulder as she grabbed the back of his head and licked his neck. She moaned into his ear and told him things that made his nails dig into her skin in pleasure.

Soon they were clinging to each other in desperation for the approaching climax. Jamie grabbed her back and shoulder tightly, pulling her to him and keeping her in position while she ground her hips into him. He grunted loudly and she convulsed and moved frantically to heighten his pleasure while he came. She was moaning his name over and over and breathing hard and he had to steady her while she had her own orgasm.

They both relaxed their muscles and Jamie lightly rubbed her back soothingly while she ran her fingers through the short, soft hair on the back of his head. She rested her head on his shoulder and smiled. He kissed her shoulder and mentioned that she was covered in his face paint. She didn't care but instead was much more interested in napping on him, knowing it was a long road ahead of both of them to get to the next show and the next backstage.