Three Reasons Why Jason Really Doesn't Like The PVC Trousers Anymore
#1 - Because they hurt
Jason's been suffering a bad back for a couple of days now and they all know it. Which doesn't stop them from taking the piss. Especially when one of them catches a glimpse of his contorted face while trying to get into his skin-tight PVC trousers before "Relight My Fire". Or - even more difficult - trying to get out of them after "Relight My Fire". Seriously, what had he been thinking when he'd agreed to wear these? Probably that it was his last chance to wear something like that... and this thought had prevailed the nagging voices in his head that had constantly repeated "Ridiculous, ridiculous, ridiculous" throughout costume fittings. What a price to pay...
Actually they are not all taking the piss. Gary has too much respect for backache, after all he climbed a mountain with a hell of a lot of pain. He's always affectionate when passing him by in the wardrobe, softly resting a hand on his shoulder: "You alright, Jay? Is it getting any better?" Robbie doesn't mock him either. Jason doesn't know why, but ever since returning Rob's not once taken the piss out of him. It's a bit spooky and he's not sure how he's deserved that. He can't know that Robbie -after watching hours and hours of video-footage of them first time around- thinks he's annoyed Jason enough for one lifetime. He can't know because Rob hasn't told him that. After all - they do not always talk about everything. Some things are left unsaid.
Howard does still LOVE to wind him up, though. Maybe it's because for once he's out of the pain-limelight (it's not half as easy as he makes it look like to be the oldest member of this band), maybe it's because he thinks it'll make Jason laugh (Howard believes that laughter is a better cure than pills), maybe it's to cover up his worry about his mate (he can hardly stand to see Jason in pain). Very probably it's a combination of all of that. Howard is far more profound than most people would believe.
But it's Mark who's really making Jason feel bad. Howard's jokes are rude, but heartfelt. He can deal with those. He knows that Howard really loves him. But Mark's stingers hurt, especially as Jason feels extremely self-conscious and insecure when it comes to Mark. And Mark knows it. Still he can't stop.
The horrible thing about it is that Jason doesn't precisely remember when it started. So he's constantly browsing his memory, searching for that missing moment, because he knows once he remembers when it started, he'll know the reason. And he really really really needs to know the reason for Mark's grudge. He can stand everyone else in the band being angry with him, or annoyed, or pissed off. But not Mark. That kills him, especially when he doesn't know bloody why.
Mark knows why. But he's still in denial about it. As long as he denies what's going on, it's not true, right? Close your eyes so they don't see you. Robbie does still love him more than Jason. Right? Right. Yes. Anything else would be....past bearing. So Mark refuses to believe that something got lost along the way between him and Rob. And he keeps on denying the fact Jay has more in common with Rob these days. He just won't acknowledge that the years have changed them all and things are not like they used to be. He can't. It just hurts too much.
"It just hurts too much." Jason sighs heavily and straightens his back. "I'll wear the black trousers from the Greatest Day-outfit instead."
"Oh," Mark snaps, "it's as simple as that? You just give up that easily?"
Jason frowns, his eyes widen, he looks lost. He can't think of anything to say. Mark turns on his heels and leaves, heading for the stage.
Jason can't quite believe it...were they really just bickering about a pair of PVC trousers?
Surely not.
#2 - Because they're not fun anymore
Jason is struggling. One leg in, one leg still out of the PVC trousers, he's helplessly bouncing around the dressing room.
"See, this is why I love "Relight My Fire", me!" Gary smirks while pointing a finger at the hopping Jason. Robbie can't hold it back any longer (he has been trying, he really has!) and lets out a mad fit of giggles.
"Rob, I swear, if you don't stop giggling immediately I'll come and get you!"
"Oh, yes, Jay? And exactly HOW?!"
"I'll just pull the PVCs off again and spank you with them!"
"Ah, alright - and how is that supposed to make me stop giggling?!"
There's giggles-havoc in the wardrobe now. Gary holds his belly with both of his hands, shaken by outbursts of laughter. A burbling Howard flops down on the sofa next to Mark, who's trying his best to stifle his chuckle and concentrate on tying his shoelaces.
"Is it very strange if I admit I kinda like the thought of Jay spanking Rob with the PVCs?" Howard's eyes are already wet with tears. Mark looks up from his shoes, surprised. "That's weird, Dougie, but I was just thinking absolutely the same!" More giggling.
Jason is having none of it. "You think you're funny, don't you?" He's managed to get into the PVCs by now. Still shoe- and shirtless he stands in front of the sofa, juggling his in-ears. He doesn't see Rob coming. From behind. Before he knows it, Rob's hands are all over him - one on his chest, playfully caressing his right nipple, while the other one takes a firm grip of his groin, squeezing it nicely, causing Jason to let out a deep "ouhh-mmmh". The in-ears crash to the floor. With his tongue Robbie plays around Jason's left earlobe for a little while, before he rests his chin on his shoulder and grunts conspiratorially "What d'you say, love, shall we tell them that it's usually ME spanking YOU and not the other way around?" The noise of four men bursting into laughter is deafening and oddly echoes from the thin wardrobe walls.
Jason pouts, his eyes heading skywards while he tilts his head away from Rob. He takes a deep breath, then punches his elbow into Robbie's stomach. That'll teach him, he thinks. Robbie moans in pain and backs away. Jason grabs a tissue to wipe Rob's spit off his ear. Everyone's had a good laugh now, he thinks, except for me. And all because of the effin' PVCs. It's time to kiss them goodbye.
For good.
#3 - Because they're counterproductive
Jason's been in the bathroom for a good 15 minutes now, trying to get into his PVCs and overall shape up a bit. Just for the old times' sake. Because Jason's a bit of a nostalgic, and it's the end of the tour (which he knows his other half is usually not taking very well), and he's not done something like this in a long time anyway. Somehow he feels he likes this more than his love interest does, though. In fact, if he didn't take the extra effort of dressing up nicely and then stripping down nicely, and of generally seducing nicely - there'd be no foreplay between them at all. There'd only be ripped pieces of clothing all over the floor, and lots of sweat, and bruises, and very probably a broken vase, or fruit bowl, or whatever else breakable this suite in the Munich Hilton was decorated with (he hadn't had much of an eye on the decoration when coming in, since he was too busy pondering wether or not to wear pants underneath the PVCs...). Which was not to say that he didn't like it like that every now and again. Nowt wrong with the sweat, and the bruises, and the shards. (Being a real northern lad he did not appreciate the ripped clothes, though, but they were a collateral damage he was willing to accept for the overall good of the matter.) Still he felt it shouldn't be like that ALL the time and surely not on a night like this. Tonight needed to be special. The last date of the tour. The last great performance of the PVC trousers...
One last check in the mirror, one last affirmating nod to himself - and then off to re-enter the bedroom, swagger over to the huge king-size bed, and....he's only a few steps into the room when he hears it. The all familiar noise. The all too familiar noise. The love of his life is spread out all over the bed, lying on his back, completely naked, his chest going up and down, breathing steadily, mouth half open and - loudly snoring.
After the first wave of disappointment has died down, a loving smile creeps unto Jason's lips. He watches the sleeping beauty for a precious little while, enjoying the sight of that picture of a man. How sweet and peaceful he looks when he's sleeping, Jason thinks. What a shame he doesn't sound sweet and peaceful. How strange it is, he muses, that someone with the voice of an angel has a snore like the devil.
The PVCs make a squeaky noise while he flops down on the bed beside him. The snoring stops shortly, he grunts, he tosses and turns, he flails, he nearly knocks Jason out, before he finally snuggles up to him. Jason knows the procedure all too well, he ducks away adeptly and waits until the ravage is over. Then he throws his arms around the big man and embraces him tightly. From somewhere in this solid hug there's a mumbled "Good night, Jay." Jason smiles. It's not quite what he had planned, but it's alright.
"Good night, Howard."
He's not sure whether he heard him. Because the snoring has already started again.
Jason couldn't care less.
Jason's been suffering a bad back for a couple of days now and they all know it. Which doesn't stop them from taking the piss. Especially when one of them catches a glimpse of his contorted face while trying to get into his skin-tight PVC trousers before "Relight My Fire". Or - even more difficult - trying to get out of them after "Relight My Fire". Seriously, what had he been thinking when he'd agreed to wear these? Probably that it was his last chance to wear something like that... and this thought had prevailed the nagging voices in his head that had constantly repeated "Ridiculous, ridiculous, ridiculous" throughout costume fittings. What a price to pay...
Actually they are not all taking the piss. Gary has too much respect for backache, after all he climbed a mountain with a hell of a lot of pain. He's always affectionate when passing him by in the wardrobe, softly resting a hand on his shoulder: "You alright, Jay? Is it getting any better?" Robbie doesn't mock him either. Jason doesn't know why, but ever since returning Rob's not once taken the piss out of him. It's a bit spooky and he's not sure how he's deserved that. He can't know that Robbie -after watching hours and hours of video-footage of them first time around- thinks he's annoyed Jason enough for one lifetime. He can't know because Rob hasn't told him that. After all - they do not always talk about everything. Some things are left unsaid.
Howard does still LOVE to wind him up, though. Maybe it's because for once he's out of the pain-limelight (it's not half as easy as he makes it look like to be the oldest member of this band), maybe it's because he thinks it'll make Jason laugh (Howard believes that laughter is a better cure than pills), maybe it's to cover up his worry about his mate (he can hardly stand to see Jason in pain). Very probably it's a combination of all of that. Howard is far more profound than most people would believe.
But it's Mark who's really making Jason feel bad. Howard's jokes are rude, but heartfelt. He can deal with those. He knows that Howard really loves him. But Mark's stingers hurt, especially as Jason feels extremely self-conscious and insecure when it comes to Mark. And Mark knows it. Still he can't stop.
The horrible thing about it is that Jason doesn't precisely remember when it started. So he's constantly browsing his memory, searching for that missing moment, because he knows once he remembers when it started, he'll know the reason. And he really really really needs to know the reason for Mark's grudge. He can stand everyone else in the band being angry with him, or annoyed, or pissed off. But not Mark. That kills him, especially when he doesn't know bloody why.
Mark knows why. But he's still in denial about it. As long as he denies what's going on, it's not true, right? Close your eyes so they don't see you. Robbie does still love him more than Jason. Right? Right. Yes. Anything else would be....past bearing. So Mark refuses to believe that something got lost along the way between him and Rob. And he keeps on denying the fact Jay has more in common with Rob these days. He just won't acknowledge that the years have changed them all and things are not like they used to be. He can't. It just hurts too much.
"It just hurts too much." Jason sighs heavily and straightens his back. "I'll wear the black trousers from the Greatest Day-outfit instead."
"Oh," Mark snaps, "it's as simple as that? You just give up that easily?"
Jason frowns, his eyes widen, he looks lost. He can't think of anything to say. Mark turns on his heels and leaves, heading for the stage.
Jason can't quite believe it...were they really just bickering about a pair of PVC trousers?
Surely not.
#2 - Because they're not fun anymore
Jason is struggling. One leg in, one leg still out of the PVC trousers, he's helplessly bouncing around the dressing room.
"See, this is why I love "Relight My Fire", me!" Gary smirks while pointing a finger at the hopping Jason. Robbie can't hold it back any longer (he has been trying, he really has!) and lets out a mad fit of giggles.
"Rob, I swear, if you don't stop giggling immediately I'll come and get you!"
"Oh, yes, Jay? And exactly HOW?!"
"I'll just pull the PVCs off again and spank you with them!"
"Ah, alright - and how is that supposed to make me stop giggling?!"
There's giggles-havoc in the wardrobe now. Gary holds his belly with both of his hands, shaken by outbursts of laughter. A burbling Howard flops down on the sofa next to Mark, who's trying his best to stifle his chuckle and concentrate on tying his shoelaces.
"Is it very strange if I admit I kinda like the thought of Jay spanking Rob with the PVCs?" Howard's eyes are already wet with tears. Mark looks up from his shoes, surprised. "That's weird, Dougie, but I was just thinking absolutely the same!" More giggling.
Jason is having none of it. "You think you're funny, don't you?" He's managed to get into the PVCs by now. Still shoe- and shirtless he stands in front of the sofa, juggling his in-ears. He doesn't see Rob coming. From behind. Before he knows it, Rob's hands are all over him - one on his chest, playfully caressing his right nipple, while the other one takes a firm grip of his groin, squeezing it nicely, causing Jason to let out a deep "ouhh-mmmh". The in-ears crash to the floor. With his tongue Robbie plays around Jason's left earlobe for a little while, before he rests his chin on his shoulder and grunts conspiratorially "What d'you say, love, shall we tell them that it's usually ME spanking YOU and not the other way around?" The noise of four men bursting into laughter is deafening and oddly echoes from the thin wardrobe walls.
Jason pouts, his eyes heading skywards while he tilts his head away from Rob. He takes a deep breath, then punches his elbow into Robbie's stomach. That'll teach him, he thinks. Robbie moans in pain and backs away. Jason grabs a tissue to wipe Rob's spit off his ear. Everyone's had a good laugh now, he thinks, except for me. And all because of the effin' PVCs. It's time to kiss them goodbye.
For good.
#3 - Because they're counterproductive
Jason's been in the bathroom for a good 15 minutes now, trying to get into his PVCs and overall shape up a bit. Just for the old times' sake. Because Jason's a bit of a nostalgic, and it's the end of the tour (which he knows his other half is usually not taking very well), and he's not done something like this in a long time anyway. Somehow he feels he likes this more than his love interest does, though. In fact, if he didn't take the extra effort of dressing up nicely and then stripping down nicely, and of generally seducing nicely - there'd be no foreplay between them at all. There'd only be ripped pieces of clothing all over the floor, and lots of sweat, and bruises, and very probably a broken vase, or fruit bowl, or whatever else breakable this suite in the Munich Hilton was decorated with (he hadn't had much of an eye on the decoration when coming in, since he was too busy pondering wether or not to wear pants underneath the PVCs...). Which was not to say that he didn't like it like that every now and again. Nowt wrong with the sweat, and the bruises, and the shards. (Being a real northern lad he did not appreciate the ripped clothes, though, but they were a collateral damage he was willing to accept for the overall good of the matter.) Still he felt it shouldn't be like that ALL the time and surely not on a night like this. Tonight needed to be special. The last date of the tour. The last great performance of the PVC trousers...
One last check in the mirror, one last affirmating nod to himself - and then off to re-enter the bedroom, swagger over to the huge king-size bed, and....he's only a few steps into the room when he hears it. The all familiar noise. The all too familiar noise. The love of his life is spread out all over the bed, lying on his back, completely naked, his chest going up and down, breathing steadily, mouth half open and - loudly snoring.
After the first wave of disappointment has died down, a loving smile creeps unto Jason's lips. He watches the sleeping beauty for a precious little while, enjoying the sight of that picture of a man. How sweet and peaceful he looks when he's sleeping, Jason thinks. What a shame he doesn't sound sweet and peaceful. How strange it is, he muses, that someone with the voice of an angel has a snore like the devil.
The PVCs make a squeaky noise while he flops down on the bed beside him. The snoring stops shortly, he grunts, he tosses and turns, he flails, he nearly knocks Jason out, before he finally snuggles up to him. Jason knows the procedure all too well, he ducks away adeptly and waits until the ravage is over. Then he throws his arms around the big man and embraces him tightly. From somewhere in this solid hug there's a mumbled "Good night, Jay." Jason smiles. It's not quite what he had planned, but it's alright.
"Good night, Howard."
He's not sure whether he heard him. Because the snoring has already started again.
Jason couldn't care less.
