Fili sighs, he's not expecting much good from today. Double checking his outfit in the mirror, form fitting jeans and soft red shirt, he nods. Gimili had said he should try to wear something different for tonight but since Fili was only going because Gimili's date had bailed he declined.
There is a knock and he calls "Come in." Turning at Gimli's snort, his red-haired friend is dressed in well fitted black jeans and sleeveless tee. Fili just shakes his head, "Why did you chose this…Kevin or whatever he's called..guy's concert?" Gimli stares at him, "First, his name is Kili, not sure how you of all people managed not to remember that. I picked his concert because he's awesome, his music makes me feel alive and it's mindblowing what he does on stage, which you would know if you watched the videos I sent you."
Fili rolls his eyes, tucks his wallet in his pocket and grudgingly attaches a chain since Gimli mentioned something about mosh pits and thieves. Gimli laughs at his pain and drags him to the car.
Fili shifts uncomfortably, the press of bodies behind him causing a slight squeeze in his chest. Gimli had dragged them to the arena early, shoving to the front so they were as close to the stage as the barricades allowed. A guard leans closer, looking at the badge that Gimli has slung around his neck. "You two are in the wrong spot, those are the V.I.P's."
Fili grits his teeth as they are lead over the barricade to a small section that allows them to actually touch the stage. Gimili's eyes are huge now and Fili laughs despite his annoyance, "How did you not know?" He asks, the stadium still filling. Gimli shrugs and mutters about buying tickets as fast as he could. Fili does feel a bit better without the pressure of the growing crowd, but he is aggravated by the attention they attracting in their prime spot. He doesn't even really want to be here and now he is as close to the man on stage, Kili, he remembers, as someone can get.
He swallows hard when the lights go down and he and Gimli are still the only V.I.P's. "Shouldn't there be others?" He hisses as the crowds volume becomes more tolerable, anticipation heavy in the air. Gimli blushes, "They only sell two V.I.P tickets at his shows…I didn't know, I swear."
Fili stares at him, eyebrow raised, wondering what it is he's signed on for. The lights shift and a low chord vibrates through the air, the crowd begins to scream louder than before.
Fili swallows at the sight of the band that pours onstage, though GImli has eyes for the blonde bassist. His gaze lingers on the singer with his dark hair, the man is built well with a flashing grin and he moves like sin.
The first song is a shock. Fili is expecting growls and screams, not this clear voice that reverbs in his bones. He watches the dark haired male on stage, he is energetic but pulled back, clearly restraining himself for this first moment. Fili cannot wait to see that energy released.
His mouth goes dry when the song ends and Kili actually just speaks. His voice is rich and goes straight through Fili and he is dimly aware that everyone else, even Gimli, fades as Kili's eyes met his. The singer smiles, a slow, sexy smile directly at him as the next song begins.
Fili is screaming louder than anyone by the end, a tightness in his chest when Kili thanks the fans as the last song starts. Fili doesn't ever want to leave this moment, the kinetic crowd and Kili, his eyes are locked on Kili who is finding it hard to breath. "
You will remember me for centuries….
Fili finds himself nodding desperately, he will never forget the intensity at Kili's gaze. The song ends, Kili thanks them again and Fili can feel a strange sense of misery approaching. He looks down but suddenly the crowd is screaming and there is a hand in front of him
Gimli, who he has mostly forgotten, is pushing him forward.
Kili's chocolate eyes are focused on him, his chest heaving, his shirt was lost sometime in the midst of the second set. In a haze of disbelief Fili accepts his hand and is readily pulled on stage. Kili grins at him, blows a cheeky kiss to the crowd and tugs him away, the noise of the crowd falling away behind them.
Fili expects Kili to let go of his hand, maybe offer to sign something and send him off, now that his stunt is over. Neither happens and Fili is surprised as Kili duxks the crew, pulling Fili into a dressing room, a clutter of make up and a duffle bag on the table, a couch against a wall. Fili is afraid if he speaks the magic will end.
Kili finally let's his hand go, only to run it though his own dark hair. Fili is close enough to smell the singer, the sweat should disgust him but he finds the urge to lean in closer and take a deep breath is undeniable.
Kili grins at him as he does exactly that, inhaling the deliciously male scent. He blushes and straightens, Kili extend his hand, that lovely voice intoning, "Hello…I'm Kili." Fili manages a strangled laugh, "I know that! Well, now." He thinks to his ignorance that morning and reddens more, "I'm Fili." He takes the proffered hand, tangling their fingers together after one brief shake.
Before he can gather himself and connect with reality, Kili is cupping his check, he smiles his blinding smile and tilts his head, his gaze is warm as it slides over Fili's lips and back to his eyes. "Can I?"
The question is barely a breath and Fili has breathed back his own "Yes" before he's even processed what the darker male is asking.
It's perfect though, Kili's lips are soft against his, sweat from the show leaving a salty tange behind. The pull apart and Fili licks his lips slightly, his eyes widening at the flavor there. Fili is grinning like a fangirl.
Kili laughs, "Im sorry if this was all…strange. I saw you, how into the music you were and I just…I had to talk to you. I was surprised you didn't faint, the others would've."
Fili reddens, "I never…uh..I didn't even know who you were before tonight…I came with a friend." His eyes widen and reality trickles back in, "Gimli! I forgot about him, I don't know if he's even-"
Kili's lips against his own silence him, "He was the other V.I.P right? He's probably being lead to us as we speak, maybe even by Legolas." Kili laughs, Fili feels a smile tug across his face in response, even if he doesn't know who that was or why Kili found it funny.
Sure enough there was a quick rapt on the door and a star-struck Gimli is shown in. The red-head takes in their tangled fingers and Fili's blush and Gapes. "NO WAY!" he crows, lightly hitting Fili's shoulder before Kili consumes his attentions.
They spend as much time as they were allowed with Kili asking a hundred questions and gushing while Fili shares the story of how he ended up at the concert. Kili is laughing and interested, asking plenty of questions. When the security comes to escort them out they are all startled.
They had each forgotten their situation and Kili looks a bit like a petulant child as the tallest guard with his heavily tattooed arms and long beard stars down at him with a raised eyebrow. Fili sighs, his chest twinging as he stands.
Kili grabs Fili's arm, "Give me your number?" The tall guard looks ready to intervene but one look from Kili stops him. Kili's hand on his is a burning point of contact between them and his blood warms. He nods and they exchange information, Gimli doesn't intervene and when Fili glances at him he finds the bassist writing on his arm. Kili grins at him and Fili laughs softly before they are hurried away from the musicians.
The drive home is filled with Gimli and he chattering about the music, Kili's genuine personality and Gimli swooning over the blonde bassist. Gimli drops him off at home and yawns his goodbye.
As he collapses into bed Fili grins, though he still felt inexplicably sad the night is over. He sighs at his ceiling as his chest tightens further, afraid he may begin to cry.
His phone buzzes and he growns, looking at the screen with his heart jumping into his throat.
"Dinner tomorrow? Say…Sammy's at 7:30"
-Kee