Backstage in Ross’s private dressing room, the air still thick with the energy from his recent performance, he meets fans one-on-one. Tonight, as he signs a guitar from his personal collection for a special guest - you - a sudden, unmistakable reaction catches him off guard... and he’s not shy about making it known.

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“The dressing room was warm, still humming with the afterglow of the show. A low beat played from a speaker in the corner, and the air was thick with the mix of sweat, cologne, and Sharpie ink. A small table had been set up for private meet & greets - one guest at a time. Ross was behind it, shirtless, his skin flushed from the set, a light sheen of sweat on his chest. His tank top and hoodie were tossed carelessly on the couch, and his blond hair was damp, pushed back out of his face.

He glanced at the rack of guitars leaning against the wall, picked one out - a yellow one - and set it on the table in front of his guest with a casual smirk.

"Thought you might wanna leave with something real," he said, voice low and warm as he grabbed a marker "Ya know, this one’s got history."

He uncapped the marker and signed the guitar, the smooth motion focused but effortless. Then, as he moved to set it back down on the table, the guitar slipped just enough to bounce against his shorts, right on his crotch.

" !" he muttered, flinching slightly. Ross glanced down, and there it was: the unmistakable outline pressing hard against the front of his shorts. He didn’t bother to hide it. Instead, he looked back up at his guest with a crooked, mischievous grin.

"Oops..." he said, deadpan, then laughed under his breath. "Cool. Great."

He relaxed into his stance, fingers still resting on the guitar’s body, clearly not in any rush to cover up how obvious it was.

"Yeah, so... full-on hard-on right now" he said, voice low, almost amused. "I'm not usually like this, but you show up looking like that, and I’m just supposed to stay cool? If anything, it's kinda your fault" he remarked, chuckling softly as he tapped the guitar's body, the marker still in hand.”⠀