Adult-FanFiction.org : Celebrity

Sure Know Something	By : Vira Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > KISS Views: 2168 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the celebrity I am writing about. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Sure Know Something
- 1
A/N: I wrote this story for my English exam. I dedicate it to my Stanley, with love from Shandi xxx.
_____________________________________________________________________
The distant sound of rumbling seemed to be getting closer and closer. It was the sound of thousands of screaming fans waiting for Paul, Ace, Peter and me to go out on stage and blow their minds away. Something we all were extremely good at. Paul, everybody wants a piece of him, he even wants himself. Ace, well, he’s the “spaceman” as the fans put it. Peter’s got his groupies, all of them seem to be called “Beth”, and me, that’s a different story…I have my tongue, and I put it to good use. Ask those five thousand people, they’ll tell you a story.

“Guys, let’s go,” our manager, Doc McGhee called. I looked up from where I was sitting. I grabbed my codpiece. Fuck, my dick hurt. “Give it hell!” He yelled and pushed us out the door.

I grabbed my bass and walked out onto the stage where my life was going to take an even bigger turn than it usually does after a show.

Our opening song was “Creatures of the Night,” which was over in no time at all. We played another favourite after that, “Deuce”. Ace performed the best lead I heard in ages. While that was going on, I looked to the right of where I was standing and saw two young girls lift their tops up at me. That was a treat. I flicked my tongue out at them and they returned it. I noticed that one of them had a long tongue. Fuck, even, I was impressed and that’s saying something! Its crazy, young girls are still after me even though I’m getting on a bit. I can see why though, I mean look at what I’ve done, what I’ve been through, and the works. Why wouldn’t they want me? I can understand at the same time though. I look rather different unmasked. I still have to admit, I’m in pretty good shape for a fifty-five year old. I still wouldn’t mind looking like Paul though, but it’s just natural for him to look the way he does. He was born like that. Hell, he got out of his pram and flexed his muscles! He’s fifty-two, looks good and knows it. That’s what the fans love.

I did my sexy walk that the fans die for and flicked my long tongue that women love too. I walked over to the centre for the lead of “Detroit Rock City” where Paul, Ace and I come all together. Very effective indeed. I kept my tongue out, waving it around to the cameras and fans while Paul posed for the camera making fans want to cum all over him (and they would). I watched Ace chuck his guitar pick out to the crowd and saw some sexy blonde pick it up and scream at her friend with the long tongue.

Paul went back to his microphone to sing the chorus while I was still there with my tongue out checking out another young girl who was giving me the eye. There was this moment when I had my tongue out and Paul was singing that both our tongues touched. This moment seemed to last forever. It was crazy, but I sure know something. We both wanted each other…bad.

We finished our show, Paul told the crowd that he loved them which he does, we all do, without the fans there, there would be no show. We walked backstage.

“Fucking awesome,” Our manager told us shocked for words, “The best show this tour. Let’s go get your groupies. I’ve got the ones that flashed you Gene, they’re only fourteen. The way you want them?”

I shrugged and agreed with him, the only thing I wanted to do was talk to Paul about what had happened with us on stage. Surely the crowd had seen it too, fucking hell. This is so messed up. I knew I would get to talk to Paul until the next day. Paul loved his groupies.

“Yeh, you guys, run ahead, I need to talk to Gene,” Paul said to my surprise.

Ace raised an eyebrow and walked off with Peter. He was so fucked up on drugs. I really needed to talk to him about that. It was messing up our schedule, but that could wait.

“Gene,” Paul beckoned and I followed him over to the couch. I had never looked at him so closely while he was in make-up. It was masking any scars he had on his face from face-lifts and everything. He looked so young, unlike the rest of us, especially Ace. Since he had been on heroin, his face had puffed up so badly, and he did have a few bad acne scars.

“I wanted to…” Paul started, but stopped. I almost blushed. I wondered what I looked like in my make-up like this. I’m not usually this emotional when I wear it. I’m usually the demon character I have inside of me, its very strange acting like this.

“I know, Paul…uhh…” I was lost for words. I was shocked, my band mate, my partner for what felt like eternity and counting, I couldn’t even talk to. I’m guessing that he felt the same way.

“Gene,” Paul sensed what I was feeling like, “It’s OK.”

He patted me on the shoulder, which then turned into a hug, which then turned into the best kiss of my life. His tongue was great, something I had never experienced, but only seen before. I still wonder today what he thought of mine. Girls loved it when I went down on them, but while I kissed them I had always thought of what it must of felt like for them. Maybe I should give that girl with a long tongue a go then…

Paul touched the side of my face while I held the back of his head in place. I ran my fingers through his animal-like hair and moaned. Paul was definitely the hottest man I’ve ever seen.

I felt his weight come onto me and I lost balance. We ended up of the floor. His hand that was once around my waist went down onto my codpiece. I grabbed at his chest. This sure beat fucking groupies I tell you. This was Paul fucking Stanley for Christ’s sakes! Who wouldn’t give up a chance like that? And I’m Gene Simmons!

I suddenly snapped out of the daze and hit reality. We were backstage where anyone could see us and the manager and Ace and Peter were sure to come back and see how our little “chat” was going and why we were taking so long. Paul and I are usually the first to get the groupies, as it’s usually us the groupies want.

“Paul, Oh my God!” I realised I was kissing my band mate.

“I love ya, Gene, and I know you love me too,” Paul, like usual stated the obvious and did the most sexiest smile I had ever seen him do. That’s how I was sucked in again, “Let’s go for it…”

He pulled at my neck. My tongue could have gone right down his throat and it would of but him finding a way to remove my codpiece in about one tenth of a second made me pull my head back in surprise.

“Paul…” I moaned, he laughed at me.

“Gene…you’re, well…” He looked down, I was so fucking hard.

“Go on,” I teased him, “Go for it…you know you want to.”

“Fuck, Gene...don’t do this to me…”

I kiss him again and grabbed his hairy chest. Paul Stanley was so hot.

“Fuck, you’re hot, Paul.”

“I know…”

I laughed at him, he was dead serious. Well, he had no reason not to be, look at him, and look at everyone who loves him and wants him. He’d be crazy to thing otherwise.

“I just wanna…”

Paul laughed, “You don’t know how many times groupies have said that to me, Gene! Girls quoting from our songs, it’s great! They know more than we do…they love us, Gene.”

“Yeh…”

“C’mon,” Paul got up and grabbed me, “Hurry up and do this, Gene. I want what I want and I want it NOW.”

“Right.”

I grabbed his hair and kissed him hard on the mouth. He was so tasty! I loved it. His hand groped at my leg, I moaned, it felt so sexual, so right. Paul Stanley, so sexy. I wonder what he’s thinking…

I shoved my tongue right down his throat almost making him gag. He bit me and it felt so nice, I loved biting, and a lot of other things…ask the groupies, the one’s that were conscious any how. I pushed my tongue further and further out, it would have gone deeper if we hadn’t have been disturbed.

“GENE!” cried Peter shocked.

“PAUL!” cried Ace dropping his bag of drugs, I really needed to talk to him, but I could tell now, that this wasn’t a good time.

“What?” Paul and I asked in unison.

“What the fuck?! What the hell are you DOING!?” Peter screamed at us.

Paul smiled that simple smile that changed my darkness to light and spoke innocently and calmly, “Old times, Peter…just…” he winked at me, “mucking around.”

“LET”S GO GET GROUPIES!” He screamed and did a sexy pose, he loves himself so much. Then again, what’s not to love about him? Peter and Ace seemed to think he was “back to normal” and shrugged. Ace picked up his drugs and went out.

I was left standing backstage by myself for a second thinking what I could have just had, but I indeed did follow them out, got my groupies with the long tongue and the nice tits. Hell! I was old enough to be her dad, but we established that’s what we both liked. There had to be some reason why she was calling me “Sugar Daddy”, but that just made me think of Paul telling me about fans quoting songs.

The thing that happened with Paul remains there in our minds, but never to be mentioned, or tried again. At least on this tour anyway…
- 1
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

Sure Know Something