AN:
Hey, all! I have a new story for you! This was a push for me, as I don't normally go for slash fics, but this bunny was hippity-hopping around my poor head for a while and when I saw that the Wayward Pushers were holding a contest called "I'm With the Band" I couldn't hold back any longer! I'm leaving this as a WIP because I definitely plan on expanding this story, because, well… *giggles* I had waaaaay too much fun writing this one! I hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of SM's characters. This story is not appropriate for all audiences, as it includes sexual content and some if it being male/male. If that is uncomfortable for you, I apologize, but please step away. Thank you. Also, as much as I would love it, I do not own the celebrity in my story, nor do I know him personally or how he acts in real life. This is just my wild imagination at play!
Thank you to my amazing beta's Calin_Curus and minnakoda for the quick work! You kick my butt, ladies!
Thank you to my amazing cheerleaders/pre-readers MimiLove4Ever and Krazyk85! I love you girls!
*fye*
The air around me was hot and humid, collecting in droplets on my skin as I swayed with the crowd to the heavy music the band was playing on stage. The female lead was singing about some forgotten music deity that had disappeared long ago, becoming a myth. I looked up to the stage, taking in her appearance. Her dark wavy hair was in perfect disarray, cascading over her shoulders below her full and plump chest covered in nothing but a black and red lace bra. She might has well have not been wearing it at all. I could see her tight nipples and it was making it hard for me to move. Her pale skin was smooth and pulled taught over her thin, muscled form; a faint six-pack leading down to her black, skin-tight leather pants and knee-high silver platform boots. Her black eyeliner was smudged with glitter, making it feel like she was coming for my soul.
God I was so turned on; my dick was practically about to burst through my pants and I regretted having chosen to wear my new pair of skinny jeans. I reached down to adjust myself and groaned loudly, my voice drowned out by a blood curdling scream that nearly made me cum right there. She was really getting into the song and I briefly wondered if I could secretly jack-off really quickly. It wouldn't take long; I was pretty damn close as it was.
Fuck it.
The band went into utter chaos, creating havoc with the fans around me and I moved my hand back to my throbbing cock and started rubbing it to the beat of the music through my jeans. I thanked whoever was above, for making me decide to not wear my boxers; the friction from the fabric was causing electricity to strike like lightening through my veins.
I moaned and closed my eyes, my body hyper-aware of the people that were within inches of me stroking away. My dick felt like it would rip through my jeans and I slowed down, wanting to draw out the pleasure. I felt someone grab my hand, pulling it away from me, and I opened my eyes to find some girl kneeling in front of me with her teeth on the tab of my zipper. She was slowly pulling it down while unbuttoning my jeans with her other hand, letting my cock spring out.
Christ.
I moaned and heard her do the same, which turned me on even more. I knew women loved my cock, it was nothing new. But I'd never done this in public before and seeing her eyes widen at the size of me while people could be watching, was doing evil things to my body.
I felt her cold fingers stroke my shaft lightly before her hot, wet mouth engulfed me in one motion, my head hitting the back of her throat. She started going to town and I grabbed her hair, pulling on it to thrust in roughly. I felt her throat clench and vibrate as she moaned, causing the electricity in my body to shoot right to my cock and I exploded, throwing my head back and damn near screamed out in pleasure.
After she sucked me clean, I tucked myself back into my pants and fixed my clothes quickly, staring into her eyes. She stood up and brought her lips to my ear, her breathing labored.
"You're welcome." She whispered, before disappearing back into the crowd as the song ended.
What the hell just happened?
Who cares, that was the hottest thing ever.
Maybe it was all for the better. I was a free man now, time to start living like one.
When the current band finished their last set, the crowd slowly started dispersing to get more drinks and peruse the merchandise tables. I grabbed my phone from my pocket to find I had missed several calls and texts from Bella.
-Where the hell are you? I thought the plan was to stick together?-
-Why won't you answer your damn phone?-
-Ok, Edward, whatever.-
I huffed. She never did learn patience and, fuck! We're at a loud fucking concert for Christ sakes! I quickly opened a new text and replied to her.
-Fuck, sis, calm down. Where are you? My phone was on silent.-
While I waited for her to reply, I turned my phone on vibrate and stuck it in my pocket. Truth was I just wanted to be alone for a bit. I understood why she was doing this, but shit, a guy can only take so much! He needs time to "brood". My phone began vibrating and I snatched it out.
-I'm in the VIP area. I was trying to get you in, but you disappeared.-
-Sorry, I was lost in thought and wandered off, stopped to watch Nightingale and got...distracted.-
At that thought, I looked down at my crotch, and ran my hand over my face and through my hair, chuckling. I couldn't fucking believe I just got head from a fucking stranger. Thinking about it had my dick hardening again, and I reached down to adjust it, hissing because it was fucking sensitive from the amazing head I'd just received.
I felt slightly disgusted with myself.
I suddenly got that creepy-crawly feeling that someone was watching me. I put my phone back in my pocket and began walking around, trying to shake the feeling. The crowd was starting to head toward the stage for the second to last act and I stayed on the outskirts. I didn't want to get sucked in again, just in case Bella left the VIP. I doubt she would though.
As the next band started playing, I felt the eyes again and scanned around me, finding nothing. I wove myself through the sweaty jungle towards the wall of the theatre, the hairs on my arms standing on end. I must be close to whatever is following me.
Suddenly, the crowd shifted and my eyes locked with two of the most beautiful blue eyes I had ever seen, thickly lined in perfectly smudged black shadow and glitter. Atop his head was a silver top hat, adorned with long peacock feathers. My eyes trailed down to the luscious and plump lips that were in a perfect pout, one corner turned up in a smirk. As I assessed the amazing body, I went rigid when my eyes caught something that shouldn't be there on a body of this perfection.
Oh, for the love of all that's holy.
It was male.
And he was gorgeous.
I looked up in shock to see him still staring at me. He pushed from the wall and started making his way in my direction, his gait more of a saunter in his black knee-high platforms over tight dark purple snake-skin pants. His black coat had peacock feathers for a collar that came up around his top hat.
What was that saying, "Dressed to kill?"
I was fucked.
I barely had any time to react before he was on me, his lips crashing with mine as he snaked his hand through my hair. His tongue parted my mouth and mingled with my own and for a few seconds I found myself lost in the kiss. He smelled like sage and sex - it was intoxicating.
After a moment he broke the kiss and looked into my eyes, both of us breathing hard and I waited for my mind to clear. My thoughts were in utter chaos. I didn't kiss guys. Everyone knew that Edward Cullen loved pussy almost more than his Volvo. Didn't I?
Did you enjoy it?
I thought back to the kiss, licking my lips at the memory. I could taste strawberry lip-gloss, likely from his lips and I dropped my gaze to them. I had to admit it was an amazing kiss.
He continued to stare at me over the few seconds this was going through my brain, before interrupting my train of thought.
"I saw you and that girl during the last act." His voice was like smooth honey running over my body and causing strange stirrings within me. "It was one of the most erotic things I've ever fucking witnessed."
Before I could respond his lips crashed back into mine, his tongue massaging my mouth and I moaned in spite of myself. The fact that someone had witnessed it turned me on and I felt my already sensitive dick hardening at the thought of him watching. I felt his had move down my body to the small of my back, pulling me in and I once again found myself lost in the kiss. My hands clenched onto his coat and I heard him moan.
I, Edward fucking Cullen, I did this to a guy. That revelation alone made me realize that I did like it.
Maybe I always had. I thought back through the years reliving how I always made sure I looked perfect, was ahead of fashion, and never wore the wrong things together. I used to chalk it up to my mom always watching those fashion shows, but maybe not.
I decided to quit thinking and just be in the moment-let the chips fall where they may and worry about it later. After a few minutes he pulled away again, winking as he grabbed my hand and led me through the riotous crowd that was rocking out to the current band. I could see a small mosh pit in the center and thanked the heavens I wasn't there anymore.
We stopped in front of the stage before he leaned close. "I want you to stay right here, gorgeous. I'll be right back." He slapped my ass as he walked away and I couldn't stop the groan from escaping my lips.
The band on stage finished out their set and I wondered where he went, though I tried to convince myself that it was none of my concern, but it was fruitless. I didn't even know his name and he'd already mind-fucked me and turned my entire world upside down.
The roadies quickly changed the stage and brought the last bands' equipment on and set it up, testing each instruments tuning. After a few moments the lights turned completely off leaving everyone in the dark. A few people screamed from the sudden darkness and I could hear hushed murmurs around me.
What was going on?
I knew there was supposed to be one final band, but no one knew who it was. The programme had said something about a surprise performance. After a beat, we could hear faint noises coming from the speakers, growing slowly into an ethereal frenzy as the stage became backlit in a rich purple reflecting off the smoke coming from machines in the wings. It was eerie to say the least. There were only four people on stage dressed in simple-yet-elaborate outfits seeming almost in a trance by their music.
Who were these guys?
"You haunt me like a silent kiss..." A haunting male voice came slowly from the speakers, every word sounding painful and heartbreaking as he drew them out.
"Thoughts pervading my mind-my heart..." He kept singing and the band started to move around as if hypnotized, turning to face the right side of the stage. A faint spotlight illuminated the dark curtain and started flickering, adding to the eerie feeling of the performance.
"Hunger growls from within..." the voice was barely a whisper, sending chills down my spine. There was something vaguely familiar about that voice that made my hair stand on its end.
"Insatiable...for...so...long ..." There was movement in the spotlight before someone stepped out with their back facing the audience. The costume was amazing, a black velvet floor-length cape adorned with rhinestones and a gothic style letter "A" in the middle of his shoulder blades. His hair was in a messy styled Mohawk that reflected the light filtering to the stage. The cape rustled a bit before he whipped around and the crowd gasped.
No fucking way.
It was him, and not just any "him." It was the guy who'd completely shattered my belief in who I was.
He was staring deeply in my eyes as he started singing again and I felt my dick hardening at the intimacy of it. I heard frantic whisperings about the long lost deity from the first bands performance. We thought he'd died years ago from a freak accident on stage.
But it was clear that wasn't the case, for here he was and I had just been making out with him moments before. How had I not realized? My phone started buzzing in my pocket, but I ignored it, I was too entranced by this creature on the stage.
As the song came to a close and his lilting voice faded out the crowd went insane.
"Thank you, everyone for that gracious welcome!" He chuckled before strutting towards center stage in his boots, the now blue skin-tight leather pants hugging his cock, leaving nothing to the imagination.
"It's been quite a while since I've sung for you, hasn't it, my lovelies? Well I'm glad to say I'm back, it's been way too long." He smirked. "But I'll let my music do the talking for how I feel being here again. I've learned that Music is what feelings sound like."
The band began to vamp an intro as he cut his eyes to me, his smirk growing wider. "I'd like to introduce you to a friend of mine, someone I've just met in fact." He walked over to stand in front of me and held his hand out. I stared at it before looking up at him, shock evident in my features. "Come here, love."
I grabbed his hand and leapt on stage, the crowd gasping once more and I turned to look at him. I was in shock.
"What's your name, glitterbaby?" He asked, taking his microphone and holding it to my mouth.
My eyes widened in shock and he quirked and eyebrow, chuckling. I realized he expected me to answer and I stammered my name out, "E-Edward."
He laughed, placing his arm around my shoulders and mimicked me. "Well, E-Edward, it's nice to meet you." He grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face to his, kissing me deeply in front of everyone. The exhibitionism of the kiss made me groan in pleasure and I grabbed onto his arms and kissed him back. The crowd erupted in chaos, whooping and cheering us on.
After what felt like hours, he pulled away and nipped my bottom lip, before bringing the microphone back to his lips. He turned to face the audience and pulled me close. "Well if you're new to the scene, or just stumbled in, my name is Adam, Adam Lambert, and I'm here for your entertainment!"
*fye*
AN:
Well, what do you think? Told you, I couldn't help myself… Adam Lambert has taken over my soul, but I'm quite happy with that fact! *cackles* Go on, press that review button!
The song used for Adam before he comes on stage is my own creation. I wrote the poem years ago and it just seemed to fit the moment in the song. If you'd like to read the full poem, check me out at:
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