Playing an Instrument Can Be Sexy
Pairing: AH OT6
Prompt: From the prompt graveyard over here. AHOT6: one of the Gents plays an instrument (like the flute or the sax or the violin or something), and the guys don’t know. bonus points if one of the guys says “I hate /that/ type of music” sometime.
Summary: Jack loves playing Jazz with his tenor sax, but a comment from one of his boys makes him keep it a secret from them.
AN: I saw this prompt and was like ‘I WANNA DO THIS!’ So I did and I almost did a trombone(cuz I play one xD) but was like ‘Tenor saxophones are pretty cool too’
Jack learned how to play the tenor saxophone when he was 12. His father used to play it and Jack always loved listening to his dad play. His dad got him his own tenor sax for his birthday when he was 13. At school he was first chair in band and was in the jazz band too. He was more into jazz than regular band, always listening to jazz records in his free time. He would play it when he was sad or angry, finding the music to be low and soothing for him.
When he joined into a relationship with five other people, all of whom he happened to work with, Jack was planning on telling them he played. He really was. But the opportunity never showed up; his lovers either getting whisked away by someone else or something happening that caused the subject to change. His tenor sax sat in one of the closets, buried deep where no one would find it. He didn’t want them accidentally finding it before he could tell him. Besides, he was planning on surprising them with a song when he did plan on telling them.
That whole idea went out the window one day when they were in the office. Jack had gotten a call from his parents, his phone playing one of his favorite jazz songs. He finished the call when he heard Michael speak.
“You know, I really don’t like jazz,” he says.
Jack tenses up and looks over at Michael, “You don’t?”
“Not really, it’s not one of my favorites.”
“Oh,” Jack turns back to his monitor so he can’t see his sad expression, “I see.”
With that plan gone, Jack decided he just wouldn’t tell them. He started leaving the houses on weekends alone and going to bars to play his tenor sax, because he didn’t want to get rusty playing. The patrons loved it as well as the bartenders and Jack loved doing it so everything worked out. Eventually he ended up joining with other musicians into a small jazz band of their own.
“Oi Jack,” the trombone player, a young woman named Isabella, says. “I was wondering why you play so much when you could be with your lovers. Not that we don’t mind your company!”
“What Izzy is trying to say,” Brett, the alto sax player and Isabella’s boyfriend, interjects. “Is we’re wondering why you always come here with a sad look on his face.”
“Am I that obvious?” he asks.
“Just a little mate,” Fritz the trumpet player replies.
Jack sighs, “Before I started coming to play here at nights, I learned that one of my lovers didn’t like jazz music.”
“Oh,” Isabella goes, sitting down next to Jack. “And they don’t know you play the tenor sax do they?”
“No. I was going to surprise them but after Michael said that I was worried the others would feel the same. Jazz is my life guys, and if they don’t like it I can’t force it on them.”
“That’s so sad.”
“You think everything is sad like that. Ow! Brett tell your girl to stop it.” Fritz rubs his arm where she hit him.
“You deserved it. I think you should at least tell them. If they don’t like it then you are welcome here all the time.”
“Yeah!” Izzy says. “And then they’ll have to fight me to keep you.”
Jack burst out laughing at the determined look in Isabella’s eyes. Maybe Brett was right, maybe he should at least let them know.
That plan didn’t work out well either. A week since his talk with some of his jazz group, Jack was frustrated. They just never gave him a chance to say anything really. It was Friday that he stormed out of the office and drove back to the house the six of them shared. He knew they would be texting him in a few minutes but he just needed to be home. Throwing open his closet he pulls out his tenor saxophone case and throws it open. It takes him a second to tune it before he starts to play, venting his frustrations while letting the sweet jazz calm him down. He plays a lot of the songs he plays at the bar but after a while he just plays some tenor jazz solos. When he finally finishes, his frustration all flushed from his system, did he realize that he had an audience. They stare at one another for a few seconds before Jack finally takes his mouth off the mouthpiece.
“Uh…I can explain?” Jack says, looking a little sheepish.
“Since when the fuck can you play the tenor sax?” Ray asks.
“Since I was 12.”
“Why did you never tell us?” Ryan goes next.
“I was going to believe me I was. But then I heard Michael say he didn’t like Jazz so I got deterred.”
“So when you started leaving Saturday nights,” Geoff says, piecing everything together.
“I went out and played jazz at bars with some other people. Nice group of people you should come with me one night to play and meet them.”
He looks over to Michael to find an intense gaze on him. Jack shifts on the bed, feeling nervous about what he had to say. Michael eventually strides over to Jack, moves the tenor to the side slightly because Jack was still wearing the neck strap, straddles Jack and proceeds to kiss Jack senseless.
“Wha?” Jack says when they pull back, dumbfounded.
“I may not be the biggest fan of jazz,” Michael says. “But fuck if I didn’t find you playing that tenor saxophone sexy.”
“So you don’t mind me playing it?”
“Of course not! You can play that all you want in the house. Just expect to get jumped whenever you play around us.”
Jack looks around and sees the other guys were turned on as well from seeing Jack play. He laughs as he hugs Michael.
The next night the guys made Jack take them to the bar he played at so they could watch. He introduced them to his jazz group and Isabella took to Ray and Ryan the most, Geoff and Brett got along fairly well, Gavin and Fritz had a few things in common and Michael liked the bass guitar player, Tommy. As they played their songs for the night, and Jack looks over to watch his lovers, he realizes he had nothing to worry about.