AN:
And we're back! I hope this story is entertaining you, as much as it is me! And I swear, my Glambert Concert experience helped with this chapter… *giggles like a maniac on glitter* you'll see why!
Oh my God, this was absolute torture! The opening acts had finally finished half an hour ago, but we were still waiting for Adam to come out and the crowd was going absolutely insane.
Personally, I was hyperventilating.
"Sis, what if he cancels or something?" I looked at her in panic.
She snorted. "I'm sure he's just building up the suspense."
"What if something went wrong? Maybe he's sick?" I was really starting to freak out, and in my mind I reminded myself of the pre-teens waiting for NSYNC to show up after a concert.
I needed to find my man card, this was ridiculous.
Finally, the lights dimmed and rhythmical electric noise came from the speakers, joined by a techno-mixed version of For Your Entertainment that was quite catchy. Smoke began to fill the stage and move out into the crowd, creating an eerie atmosphere. If the crowd was going insane before, we were crazed by now. We heard bass notes coming from offstage, teasing us, the music whipping us into a frenzy as we waited for the moment he would come onstage.
Finally the music faded into ambient noise, before said bass player slid the notes into the opening of a song. It was one I'd heard from the night before; Voodoo. Adam appeared at the top of a set of stairs, directly in the center of the stage, backlit by a moon in the clouds. He was dressed in black leather flares over bare feet that laced up the crotch that I wanted to untie with my teeth. His loose black shirt buttoned half-way up and opened in a wide v neck that was covered in rhinestones, exposing his pale chest, and over that, was a purple fringed jacket with a large fur collar. Fingerless leather gloves and a black top hat with a large red calligraphic letter "A" covered in purple fishnet and adorned with large feathers topped off the ensemble.
He was a sight to behold and I was thankful Bella was taking photos; she was an amazing photographer.
Adam's voice wrapped around me like a boa constrictor, my chest tightening, as I realized just how amazing this creature truly was. He sauntered down the stairs, while his dancers started creeping around the stage as if they were bewitched. Strutting around stage, he cast a spell over his dancers.
I couldn't take my eyes off of him; he really knew how to put on a show.
When the song ended, he walked to the center of the stage. "Hey, San Francisco! How y'all doin' tonight?" The crowd cheered and he laughed and smiled. God his smile was beautiful.
"You know, I have this problem. I just can't find the right…" he paused, before purring, "man, to cure my...ills." He winked seductively and the music pounded in.
There he goes
My baby walks so slow
Sexual tic-tac-toe
Yeah, I know we both know
It isn't time
But would you be m-mine
Adam grabbed the hair of his bassist, whom I remembered to be Tommy, roughly and full on attacked his mouth. I felt a pang of jealousy, but I remembered from the night before, that Tommy was straight.
Could have fooled me.
He traipsed down the stage until he was right in front of me, within reaching distance. Bella nudged me and I giggled like a girl because my face was directly in front of his crotch.
I had to fight to not reach out and grab him; it was like his cock was a magnet. Seeing his significantly large member trapped behind the tight laces, had my own stirring and begging for relief. A second later, he got down on his knees to emphasize the lyrics and snapped his head up right in front of me, his eyes smoldering and burning into my soul. I saw shock and confusion flash across his features for just a second, before he went right back into the song, smirking and grabbing his crotch as if to tease me.
Adam kept working the stage and crowd as the show went on and I couldn't believe some of the things I saw him doing. He really went against the usual grain, pushing the envelope of sexuality and entertainment, but I loved every second of it. He was devastatingly sexy, and boy did he know how to move. And his voice, his voice made me want to cry, it was so beautiful. Every note was hit with precision, his ballads as strong as his up-tempo songs.
I was in heaven.
I looked over to Bells and noticed she was transfixed, a look of wonder on her face. I knew the feeling, and I just had to feel it for the rest of my life.
I wanted, no, needed him back, damnit!
A fast, intense beat started playing, and I recognized it as the one I had playing while Bella applied my makeup earlier. He started grooving to the beat as the band vamped and his beautiful face was scrunched up in the passion of his performance. "We all hot and bothered, yet?" He asked and we all screamed.
I knew I was, screw the rest of them.
He. Is. Mine!
"How about my band? They drivin' you wild?" Again, the crowd screamed. "Let's meet them! On the drums, we have Mr. Longineu Parsons!"
Longineu then went into a ball busting drum solo that blew my mind, he was amazing.
"Oh, yeah! Get it, Longineu!" He giggled. "Next, on the ivories," he looked at her, "wait, are they even ivory? I dunno!" Again, he laughed and I got instantly harder. "Anyway, on the keyboards! Miss Camilla Grey!"
An amazing synth solo came from the speakers, casting a spell over all of us.
"Yeah, Cam! Woo! Next, we have this pretty boy…" He sauntered over to the blonde bass player and draped his arm around him, leaning in to either whisper something or nibble on his ear. It was so intimate and delicious. "My pretty kitty, on bass! Mr. Tommy Joe Ratliff!
Tommy rocked us into oblivion, working his bass like a fine woman, or a rock hard cock. He turned around to face Adam, who was right behind him and took a step closer. Adam then grabbed onto his bass while he locked lips with Tommy and began enacting a hand job on the neck of the bass.
Holy. Fucking. Shit.
This man would be my undoing.
Adam pulled away and looked at the crowd like he'd forgotten we were there and smirked. "Uh, oh, Tommy…" he purred. "I think they liked the show." He laughed, walking away and Tommy turned to the audience winking and smirking.
I had to grip onto the stage to keep from falling over; I was definitely regretting the leather pants I was wearing.
"And this man, hiding from me in the corner." He laughed and stalked over to the guitarist. "It's ok, Monte, I won't touch yours." Monte ran out laughing and high fived Adam. "Oh, Monte, Monte… On the guitar, my musical director, Monte Pittman!"
Monte stepped closer to us and began wailing on the guitar. I felt my face melting, it was that good.
"Werk it, Monte!" Monte walked back to his spot on stage and Adam stood right in front of me. "So let me share something with you guys. This next song, that they're vamping through right now, is really what this whole show's all about. It's what we've been trying to tell you all night! Pretty much, no matter how much money, fame, success or sex you have in your life… that's all great, but it doesn't mean shit unless you're connected with love!"
The band went into the song and he began singing and I felt moisture on my face.
I was crying.
After he finished the song and thanked everyone, the band rocked off the stage leaving the crowd worked up and hot. My cock was striving for release, but only one person could help me find it.
Bella began yanking on my arm. "C'mon, Edward! Let's hurry to find their bus, so we can meet them!" I hurriedly followed behind her, pushing the mindless throng away from me. When we finally got outside, we turned in the opposite way of the car and went up the side alley, finding the bus already thronged with people.
"Shit." I gasped. There was no way I'd get to meet him again!
She huffed in frustration and pulled me along. "You've never done meet and greets, have you? It's every man for himself, you gotta fight to get to the front!" I heard voices over the throng, recognizing Tommy's , before I saw his tuft of blond hair as Bella shoved me closer towards the front.
"Thanks so much, Tara!" Tommy hugged a stuffed doll that looked like him, before handing it back to the waiting fan and taking a photo with her. He was in a black hoodie with the hood pulled up and his makeup was still on.
He was fucking hot.
"Ooh, think he's straight?" Bella asked.
I laughed. "I know Tommy's straight. Single, though, I have no idea." She pouted before turning back to what was happening.
A couple of the dancers came out and the crowd cheered, making them swarm closer, and magically I was pushed to the gate.
Luck be a gay man tonight.
Tommy began walking towards us, scanning the crowd, and he halted as his eyes locked with mine. "No shit? Eddie?"
I waved and he walked the five steps to where Bells and I were standing. "I'll be damned, Adam will be very happy to know you're here."
I balked. "R-really? I figured he'd forgotten all about—I mean, I saw the interv—"
"Forgotten? Oh for fuck's sake." He laughed and shook his head in disbelief. "Adam has a damn good memory, lemme just leave it at that." He turned around, looking for someone. "Hey, Doug! Go get a pass for me, would ya?" He looked back at us and hastily called, "make that two passes!" An older man nodded and stalked through the stage doors.
Bells, hating to be forgotten, thrust her hand out. "I'm Bella, Edward's sister."
He smiled meekly, before shaking her hand. "Nice to meet you, Bella."
Doug came rushing back, handing Tommy the passes. "Here ya go, Tommy, Adam's still in the dressing room." They both rolled their eyes and Doug walked away.
"Here you guys, take these." He handed us the passes and we hastily put them around our necks, eyes widening in disbelief. The crowd around us cheered and a few whined in jealousy as a security guard opened the gate just wide enough for us to scramble through.
"Ok, so since Adam's being a queen, you'll have to wait here… better yet…" he trailed off, thinking, "go on the bus and wait for him there." He smiled conspiratorially, and ushered us to the opening of the bus, much to the annoyance of the crowd. Before he left us, he hollered into the bus. "Hey, Monte! Two kids are comin' in, try not to be an ass!" He laughed as he walked away.
"More of an ass than you? That, my friend, is a chall..." Monte trailed off as he caught sight of us fidgeting in the doorway. "Well I'll be damned, you're that Eddie kid, right?"
I stammered, intimidated by the guitar player. "U-uh, yeah, that's me, Edward." Bella clapped me on the back of the head. "Ow, sis, what the fuck?"
"Stop being a coward, Eddie." She said as she walked towards Monte, holding her hand out. "I'm his sister, Bella."
He took her hand and nodded, before dropping it and frowning at me. "I dunno how this'll go over, but, oh well. It's his own damn fault, anyway." He scratched the back of his head before plopping down on one of the couches, turning on the TV. "Come sit down, guys, get comfy, Adam'll be a while."
We sat down, opposite him and Bella looked at her phone and gasped. "Oh, Edward, I have to leave. Angela has the stomach flu and Ben isn't in town to take care of her." She looked at me pitifully, but I sensed a bit of mischief as well.
She was definitely up to something, and it caught Monte's attention as well. I noticed him watching us from his peripherals.
"How will I get home, Bells?" I glared at her. She was going to leave me here all by myself, with no backup plan if things went south.
You'd like to go south on Adam.
Oh for fuck's sake.
She snorted. "Ever heard of a bus?" She rummaged through her purse and tossed a fifty at me, before getting up. "Monte, it was nice meeting you."
He got up to be a gentleman and let her out. "Nice meeting you as well, Bella."
"Bye, Eddie, don't cause too much trouble." She winked at me and disappeared out the door.
Monte flopped back down onto the couch and glanced at me. "Your sister is freakin' weird."
I scoffed. "She's just leaving me alone with… the—"
"With Adam, yeah, I caught that." He laughed, sitting up to face me. "Tommy told me all about last night, as Adam wouldn't say shit. He was moping around the airport waiting for the flight to LA, and I nearly clocked him. You really did a number on him."
I gaped at him. Why would Adam be moping over me? His interview this morning certainly buried any romance rumors. Shit, what was I even doing here? He clearly wanted nothing to do with me. "I, uh... I should leave… I shouldn't be here…" I got up to head towards the door when I heard voices outside the door, Adam thanking his fans.
Monte grabbed my arm and shoved me back down. "You'll stay put, dude, if you know what's best for ya." He gave me a look that clearly said 'don't fuck with me' and I stayed put.
Ohfuckohfuckohfuck.
"Hey, Monte, you got that thing I gave you earlier?" Tommy's voice drifted over the crowd.
Monte laughed. "Yeah, dude, it's here on the couch."
Tommy peeked in and winked at me, "good," before going back outside.
Oh fuck, what was I going to do? He was coming in here any minute, and my body couldn't decide whether to piss itself or become aroused in anticipation.
"Whoa, dude, breathe a little." I looked up to find Monte watching me curiously. "Act natural, I'm sure it'll be fine."
I tried to relax into the couch, but I was just too keyed up.
"Hey, baby-boy, you ok?" I overheard Tommy ask Adam.
A sigh was barely overheard over the din of screaming fans. "Yeah, I'll… be ok."
We heard a shuffle of feet and clomping of boots on the bus stairs, before Tommy popped up and began walking towards me, hiding me from the door, and opening the mini fridge to grab a couple of beers, opening one and handing it to me. "You look like you need this."
I took it and gulped some down, feeling the tingle and warmth all through my body. "Thanks, Tommy."
He smiled and sat down next to Monte, handing him a beer and taking a swig from his. It was starting to feel pretty good.
Until he spoke again.
"Guys, I need a beer." We heard him slowly plod up the stairs, before his mop of messy black hair appeared, along with the rest of him and I had to stifle a gasp, nearly choking on my beer.
He was devastatingly beautiful, his makeup slightly smudged from the performance, dressed casually in jeans, flip flops and a grey burnout t-shirt. I felt myself get painfully hard.
"They're in the fridge, dude," Monte spoke up, and Adam nodded in exhaustion, making it to the fridge and grabbing a beer.
He still hadn't noticed me and I hazarded a glance to Tommy, who mouthed 'just wait' at me. I glanced back up at Adam taking a swig of his beer; the slow, languid pulls of his throat draining the bottle in one go.
"Jesus, Adam, are you trying to develop liver cancer before thirty?" Tommy scolded him.
Adam finished draining the bottle, chuckling, and proceeded to lick the opening like the head of a cock, before deep throating the entire neck. He began to slurp back off slowly, turning in my direction and fluttering his eyes open, widening in shock as he realized I was sitting there, beer bottle still halfway down his throat.
Monte and Tommy snickered at his reaction and I shifted around to hide the growing bulge in my pants, while still trying to look at ease.
I was anything but.
We continued to stare at each other in stunned silence, as he pulled the bottle from his mouth.
"Well, I'm going to… do something…" Monte stated, as he got up and brushed past Adam to head outside. He flashed Tommy a look, who nodded, before he shut the door.
The silence was crawling on my skin like ants, turning into an awkward "why am I here again?" moment.
Finally Adam broke the silence. "Eddie?" His voice was quiet, in disbelief, and I saw a flicker of hurt there before he straightened up. "What-what are you doing here?"
I could feel Tommy's gaze on me, almost urging me on. I shrugged. "I live in the Bay Area and heard you were playing the Warfield. I loved your set last night and figured I should come see you again."
He narrowed his eyes slightly. "Ok, that's all well and good. But why are you here?" He motioned to the bus. That hurt just a little.
A little? Denial is a river in Egypt.
Fucking hell.
"I brought him in," Tommy spoke up. "He and his sister came to the meet and greet out there and I thought it'd be cool—"
Adam shot him a hurtful look, before storming towards the back of the bus and slamming a door behind him.
I hung my head in my hands. "Fuck, why'd I even come here?"
I felt the cushion next to me shift, as an arm wrapped around my shoulders. "Don't worry, he'll come around. He's just… very protective of his heart, he's been hurt in the past and you leaving last night didn't help."
I sighed. "Yeah, but I saw the interview where they asked about me…"
"Adam's a very good actor, Edward. He has to be. He doesn't do shit like he did with you last night, that's not like him. He'd seen something in you, Eddie. He took a chance, and he got hurt. But, he'll come around. As long as you want it too, that is." He tightened his arm around me and I leaned my head over onto his shoulder as a tear trailed over my cheek.
"I dunno… I'm so confused because…well, I just broke up with my girlfriend the other day. And then last night happened, which is not me. I don't see or do guys. Or I didn't. But ever since I left last night, I've been all over the place. It felt…almost natural being with him." I looked up into Tommy's face and he nodded.
"I just don't wanna not try and possibly miss out on something important." I finished.
He nodded once more. "Then, keep trying. Go back there and talk to him." He pushed me off the couch towards the back of the bus and I looked at him, terrified. "Just go."
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