Please to enjoy my story. The warnings for this and future chapters are sexually explicit content, swearing and some minor violence.
Blaine would have been lying if he said that he didn't enjoy the perks that his career merited him with. For example, he was currently slouched into the leather, first class seat of a semi-private plane (for he shared it with the rest of the bubble his life equipped itself with). As well as this, he had a lovely looking, young personal waiter, who seemed more than happy enough to fill all of Blaine's strange requests.
Firstly, perhaps, I should explain what this job was. Blaine Anderson was in the music business.
It mostly began when, just before he graduated from high school, a music producer stepped in and showed interest in his work. It wasn't quite the job he expected to get, but, it was something he would never complain about.
He wasn't quite as big as Justin Bieber, but, he was certainly an up-and-comer in the pop music industry, and a television host had referred to him is a 'teen sensation', which made him laugh. He had become somewhat of a teenage heartthrob on top of this, and he had gained a fair amount of attention from girls his age and younger (as well as a few boys who, in all fairness, would be silly to no fancy him too), and, even though he was publically gay, he seldom missed the attention he was so grateful to have been gifted with.
He had just finished promotion of his second studio album, which as a cover compilation of his favourite songs that he and the members of his old glee club performed, and was flying from the UK over to California, a place that he never even dreamed of traveling to, let alone have achieved it by the age of nineteen.
Once he arrived, he would be doing an array of things to publicise him and his career. It was to be a month-long visit, in which he would do an interview with a chat show host, an array of CD signings in local and retail shops, a Q-and-A session with his adoring fans and a photo-shoot for a gay-focused magazine (think 'attitude' or 'Out' magazine, I suppose).
After a few of the many hours he would be traveling for, he let out a subtle cough, and his waiter, smiling, walked over and leaned in, waiting for Blaine's request.
"I…excuse me, how long until we get there?" Blaine asked the boy nicely, not quite used to the 'diva' way of asking.
"Oh, urm, only about an hour left, Mister Anderson…" the boy replied, seemingly quite nervous.
Blaine was normally quite slow at noticing things like this, but he picked up on the small autograph book that had not been fully tucked into his pocket. He smiled daintily.
"Do you, urm, want an autograph?" Blaine smiled.
"Oh, urm, please, that would be great!" The boy seemed to perk up as he spoke. He then became a little flustered as Blaine took the autograph book, and started writing.
"It's Aaron, my name," the boy interjected, just at the point where Blaine was signing his thanks for the appreciative fan. He passed it back shortly afterwards.
"You're sort of a gay icon…" Aaron suggested nicely. Blaine simply smiled at this
Aaron turned away, and, in a flustered mess, dropped a handful of napkins on the floor. He bent down to reach them, flexing his delicate bum cheeks right in front of Blaine's face, almost as if they knew he was gay, and wanted to taunt him.
"How much longer did you say, Aaron?" Blaine asked, biting the bottom of lip.
"About an hour…Mister Anderson."
Blaine didn't quite anticipate that, a few moments later, he and the cute waiter would be locked in a tongue battle inside of the bathroom. Blaine was dominant, almost taking control of the situation as the kiss developed further, and by the time Blaine's tongue had passed Aaron's and had made it into new territory, the boys were fumbling around one-another's clothes.
Aaron was working away at Blaine's cardigan buttons, pulling the top two apart enough so that he could bypass the fabric. He then, moving the clothing aside, disengaged the kiss, and began pecking short and sweet kisses upon the teenagers chest. Blaine let out a subtly moan, clearly as a pleasured response.
Anderson, in a moment of unthinkable hotness, leaned forwards some more, lunging at Aaron's butt-cheeks with both hands. He gripped them, rolling his fingers around the cheeks, and then pulled the other boy closer to him, so that their pelvises were brushing together.
And, they would have remained together for longer if not for Aaron's eagerness. The waiter pulled away, and sent his clawed hands in to attack Blaine's belt in a 'hot-mess' kind of way. Blaine sent another satisfactory moan out as the belt came undone, and Aaron worked his way at the teen's jean buttons, brushing his knuckles against his crotch.
Just as he had sat himself on the 'shelf' that the sink was on, and Aaron had begun to kiss his somewhat undefined abs, there was a domineering knock on the door, followed by the recognizably gruff tone of his manager.
"I hate to interrupt you, Anderson, but we're nearly there…" he said.
Blaine's normal personality would tell him to stop while he was still allowed a chance to redeem his sexual actions, but, the somewhat proud celebrity that he was becoming didn't seem to care. He let out a seductive "Okay", and once he had heard that his agent had gone, went about pulling the red and white uniform trousers that Aaron was wearing…
As the rest of the management crew made their way off of the plane, Blaine staggered out of the toilet, his cardigan somewhat still unbuttoned, and a bit of his shirt tucked into his jeans, while the rest was loosely flapping around the edges. He turned to Aaron, and sent a seductive air-kiss his way, before departing, heading for the hotel.
While sex in a toilet with a cute waiter was a perk he did enjoy, riding in a black car with blacker windows made him skeptical He wasn't sure that he liked being concealed in such a way, what with all the public announcements that he made (such as his public coming out), something felt shady about it. Nonetheless, his agent assured him it was for the best, and he didn't seem to object overly.
I hope you liked the start to my new story. If anybody was wandering, I kind of 'finished' my last story up to the point that I wanted to. I may do more to it if I can get any more ideas.
Anyway, enough about that story. Please do leave reviews if you liked it. I'm not addicted to them, but, they help me to gauge whether or not to keep writing and what parts you like/dislike.