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IMAGINE: being in a hotel room with Shannon {Warning: Smut!}

As soon as the concert was over, I was desperate to get to Shannon's hotel, but getting out of the o2 arena was never a quick exit. There was only one way to get off the Greenwich peninsular fast: the tube. Where was everyone going? The fucking tube.

It was impossible to push through or squeeze past anybody. It was just one big crowd all headed in the same direction. No rush, I muttered to myself. I wondered what Shannon was doing at that exact moment. He was still somewhere in this building. 

The cold air hit me like a train when I shuffled outside towards the underground station. I had been jumping around like mad during the concert, and being sardined against thousands of echelon had made me ridiculously sweaty. The cold wind off the River Thames was refreshing but it was also bloody freezing. 

I glanced up at the twinkling lights of the Canary Wharf towers across the water and smiled to myself. I was going to meet Shannon over there. None of these people around me had any idea. Why would they? I was so damn excited.

As I squeezed onto the tube, I was sandwiched in between two sweaty guys, and it made me feel nauseous. It's only one stop, I reassured myself as the tube departed for Canary Wharf station.

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Shannon caught Jared's arm in the corridor.

"Hey, dude I'm freaking out I think I've done something real stupid." He muttered, pulling him into the dressing room.

Jared effortlessly tied his hair into a quick bun and folded his arms. "What's up?"

"You know the photo-shoot we had this morning?"

Jared took out a stick of gum and began to chew. "Yeah? Sorry, do you want one?"

"No, thanks." Shannon took a breath. "J, I gave my fucking room key to this girl. All my fucking stuff is there. Like, how the fuck do I know if she's legit or ... I dunno what to think I clearly wasn't thinking. What if all my stuff is gone and..." He stopped. "What?"

Jared was grinning and chewing slowly. "You serious? You gave your key card to some chick?"

"Look... I'm a fucking idiot okay?" He pinched the bridge of his nose and shook his head. "I liked her. She was taking my picture and..." He looked Jared straight in the face, "I guess you could say we clicked?"

Jared snorted.

"And what, you're worried she's stolen your sneakers?" He hit Shannon playfully on the arm. "Come on, man there can't be anything in there worth taking. No offence." He started to pace the room, hiding a smile from Shannon.

"I dunno I just panicked." He mumbled. 

Jared paused, then turned to him. "Is she hot?"

"Well fuck I wouldn't have given her my-"

"Was she really hot?" Jared teased.

"Oh shut up you ass-hole. Yes okay she was fucking hot now what am I supposed to do? She's probably not even gonna show up and even if she does what the fuck do I say to her?" Shannon plonked down onto one of the bean bags in the corner and scowled at the floor.

Jared pulled up another bean bag and nudged Shannon's foot with his own.

"Shannon, you asked a girl back to your hotel room. There's only one way she's gonna interpret that invitation, am I right?"

Shannon shrugged. "I don't want it to look that way." He said. "She was real nice, Jared. I'm not gonna mess her around."

Jared's eye suddenly caught the vase on the dressing table. "You remember that time we were playing in Barcelona and you came into my room after the show doing some weird Flamenco shit?" He stood up and crossed the room.