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One night for a lifetime	By : KayleighSiobhan Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Journey Views: 1645 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know any members of Journey past or present. This story is totally a work of fiction only taking place in my imagination. No money is being made from this story.

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Neal Schon sat at the bar, finishing his second drink of the evening. So much for sobriety he thought, oh well a few drinks wouldn’t hurt, once in while. At least that is what he told himself. The concert tonight had went well. Well it wasn’t the glory days they had in the 80’s but it was passable. Their glory days they had Steve.
Damn Steve, with the doe eyes, lithe body, and long dark tresses. Neal remembered every day it seemed---- well at least every day he was sober---- that he spent with that man. The early days when he realized Perry was going to make the band huge. The endless touring, the open air concerts with thousands of screaming fans. But that only lasted for so long. Soon Steve was struggling with his mothers long, painful illness. Neal had watched him several times almost break down on stage. Then when his mother died Steve withdrew from the band, only appearing when necessary. On top of the loss of his mother, Sherrie,the love of Steve’s life, had left for greener pastures. Obviously in terrible pain, so many shows Steve had shown up with red eyes and a stuffy nose, sure signs he had been on a crying jag. He had them frequently but did not let his bandmates see. Steve didn’t seem to feel close enough to any other the members to seek comfort from them. Except for one night, a night Neal held onto all his life.
It was the end of the ROR tour. Steve’s voice was shot, rough, and he was mentally and physically exhausted. People were noticing AND complaining about his vocal problems, without any thoughts to how the vocalist was already hurting so deeply. It was a rarity by then that the two roomed together but Schon clearly remembered lying awake that night. He could hearing Steve whimpering in the bed across the room from him. He most certainly thought the guitarist was already asleep. Finally he called out “Steve, it ‘s alright, why don’t you come talk to me, please talk about this.” Then suddenly the singer was by his bed, trembling. "My voice is a mess, everyone hates it now. “ Mom is gone, Sherrie is gone, I am all alone” he spoke so low Neal could barely hear him." “No Steve, you are not” he said drawing the singer into his arms and into his bed. Neal cuddled him, stroking Steve’s long raven hair and just enjoying the physical contact. “ I love your hair Steve, I love your eyes, your voice everything.” Listen to me Steve “ You have the band, you have your fans. Your voice will get better, you just need rest. And you have me.” He gently hushed Steve till his crying began to slow down. Suddenly the comforting turned passionate. Their clothes were in a heap on the floor. Neal’s hands were all over Steve’s naked body. The singer was clinging to Neal tightly, arms wrapped around his neck breathing heavily and moaning. Pressed down under the weight of Neal’ body a hurried penetration made Steve squeal from pain. “ I am sorry, I am sorry baby “ Neal whispered over and over again rocking Steve in his arms, “ I would never want to hurt you.” They fell asleep in each others tight embrace, both feeling content and loved throughout the night. The next morning though Steve did not want to speak of it, for the rest of the shows he was distant again and still frequently teary eyed. Then the tour ended and Steve disappeared with even a good bye. Then there was no contact for years, nothing, as if he never existed. Then one day, he called back and said he would love to be in the band again. Neal looked forward to working with Steve. In moments of weakness he even fantasized about Steve coming to his bed again. Neal allowed himself to dream of Steve lying in his arms, with his waist length hair wrapped around Neal’s body. But the reunion had been cut short when Steve fell on a hiking trip. They had finished the album with Steve sometimes barely being able to walk, gulping pain killers and keeping ice packs on his hip. “Get the surgery Steve, let them operate on you. You will feel better and we can tour. “ The whole band pleaded with him. Neal and Jon even offered to stay with him after the surgery and care for him till he was healed. Finally they could not wait anymore and called him, called him on the phone. Rotten way to do it, Neal had to admit, but they just wanted it over. “You are out of the band.” Jon had told him unceremoniously. Steven had cried at that point and said “ You guys don’t care what happens to me. You would throw me on the table and let them butcher me. It doesn’t matter to you if I can ever walk again. “
Damn Steve, Neal thought again. He ordered a third drink and looked across the bar to where their new singer was sitting with Ross and a few fans. Tiny guy, big voice, but he was not gorgeous like Steve. The fans liked him though. Arnel was certainly grateful for the opportunity to sing with Journey. After all how much career for a rock singer was there in the Phillipines. So things were going OK. Then why am I in a bar getting drunk Neal asked himself.
A few hours later, Neal stumbled down the hallway of the band’s hotel, crashing unceremoniously into a door. Arnel sighed and turned around. “ Do I have to hold your hand so you can get down the hall safe. I thought you were sober now.” “I am sober enough,” Neal snickered. You know Neal you need to break the cycle. You think you can drink a little and it will be alright but then you just slide right back into the disease. “Neal dismissed the singers words with a wave of his hand.
“You sounded good tonight Arnel. And you looked good. I think the girls are starting to like you.”
“Not according to the message boards, Neal, the old fans want Steve.”
Oh yeah the “fifty something” women who think Steve looks and sounds like he did when he was in his thirties. Perry made his choice, I am content with it. And I prefer to just forget the years the band wasted on waiting for him to get his act together.
The two reached Arnel’s hotel room. “Well I am going to bed, goodnight Neal.” He opened the door and started to step inside the hotel room. He was surprised when he suddenly felt the tall lanky guitarist pushing up against him, preventing him from shutting the door. “Come on Neal, I don’t feel like fooling around, I need some rest. “ Neal said “ Can I just crash on your floor.”
“Why you have your own room, For God’s sake go get some coffee and try and get your head on straight, ” the singer started back into his room.
Neal reached out and grabbed some of Arnel’s glossy shoulder length hair. “ I like your hair, Arnel. It is nice.” I used to love Steve’s, it was so silky and thick, he had the kind of hair you knew you could tangle your fingers in all night while he slept.
“Alright, that is nice, Remember Neal, you found me on You- tube, I have seen and heard about perfect Steve adnausem. His hair, his voice, his tight jeans, or some combination of the above. I don’t need to be compared to him by you. I get enough of that from the fans. And I don’t know what is your head right now but you need to let go of me.”
However Neal was lost in his own little world.” Steve and I had the best chemistry on stage, so much passion. It was just amazing. Everyone could see it. He was so beautiful.” The small Filipino pulled Neal’s hand away from his head and said “ I don’t need to hear about how wonderful Steve and you were together. You’re drunk. You need to chill out and get some sleep. “ Ouch “, He yelped as Neal pushed him against the wall telling him. “ You talk too damn much you know that. You need to do something else with that mouth. When Arnel opened his mouth to protest Neal kissed him, pushing his tongue inside. But before he could pull back from the kiss, he felt Neal’s hand sliding between his legs. “Damn, this was a bit too much, Arnel thought.
“ Tell the truth Arnell, how did you survive on the street, admit how you really lived. “ Neal whispered. You did more then collect scrap metal and crash on friends couches. What did you do when you got really hungry or needed a safe place to sleep.” The singer didn’t answer but the pained looked in the almond shaped eyes spoke volumes. “ I knew it,” Neal slurred at him. “ So this isn’t your first time to dance.
“Steve was a real innocent, he wasn’t like you. He cried the night I fucked him the first time. I didn’t mean to hurt him, just neither one of us knew what the hell we were doing. I just wanted to make love to him. ” Arnel realized he was being pushed in the direction of the bed. He fought to get loose as he felt the matress underneath him, and Neal’s weight pushing him down. Neal was kissing him again, silencing any words of protest. He began to struggle in earnest as he felt his zipper being pulled open. Arnel wanted to scream for help, not caring at this point if he got kicked out of the band. He would rather go home and be a nobody again. He was not going to fuck the guitarist or in this case be raped by him. But Neal suddenly had Arnel’s jeans pulled down and and was fondling him, rather thoroughly. “Not too bad for such a little guy Pineda” Neal told him as he explored between his legs, “ and you were a little energizer bunny out there tonight. Bet you are wild in bed. “ “Stop, Neal please “ he gasped. “I don’t want to…” Neal pushed Arnel’s thighs open further used his mouth to continue the invasion. “Oh” he gasped as he felt Neal’s hot breath on him and a wet rough tongue licking his shaft. “Just let me”, he whispered to Arnel, “just let me once, I picked you out for a reason. I wanted to be with you. “ Despite everything the physical stimulation felt good, and the singer felt his body react. He was getting aroused and Neal said “ Oh yeah that’s the ticket. Let’s see how hard you can get.” Neal grabbed a bottle of lotion off the bedside table and used it to as lube to give the younger man a hand job, that sent him into moaning fits. . Arnel was still fighting him but Neal was bigger,stronger and he was determined he was going to get inside the singers body. It had been well over 20 years since Pineda had any experiences with men, and he stiffened up when he felt Neal try to force his way into the entrance. It was useless to resist however and Neal penetrated him easily. Arneal bit down on his tongue to stop from crying out. He didn’t want the other band members to hear. Tears welled up in his eyes as he silently bore the degradation and pain. It took Neal a long time to finish up, and when he did finally climax, he cried out a name. “ Steve, Steve, “ He collapsed on top of the Fillipino and gradually came to his senses, realizing the warm body below him was not Perry. “Oh God, Arnel I am sorry, I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to do this. I had too much to drink. “ Both men were panting. “ I thought you were Steve, why didn’t you stop me. “ Arneal rolled his eyes and “ You didn’t hear me screaming no, please, stop. “ He was finally able to push Neal away from him. The guitarist grabbed his wrist, “ Please, don’t leave the band, it won’t happen again. Arnel was doubled over in pain, cramps radiated through his abdomen. He moaned " Damn that hurt " Neal reached out and touched his arm and the smaller man jerked away. "I am sorry," Neal said again, " do you think you need to go to the hospital." Arneal shook his head more in disbelief then to answer." And we will tell them what... Please don't talk to me and for God's sake don't try to comfort me. I will heal, like you said before, I am not Steve, you weren't my first." His mind was going a mile a minute. Being in Journey was a dream,one he waited for all his life. If he quit the band if he walked away, he would have to explain why. Everyone would know he screwed Neal or actually Neal screwed him. Arneal was silent then he said “ I will stay on one condition” “ What,” Neal asked anxiously. Arneal stared at him hard and said “ Do you have Steve’s address ? “Yeah “ Neal was puzzled. “ Then you need to write him and tell him you still have feelings for him, that you have never stopped loving him. “ I can’t do that” Neal said exasperated. “ Do it or I will be on the first plane home, cause I am not your boyfriend. And this will not happen again, ever." Arneal was unrelenting. Neal sighed then looked at the small vocalist that was finally bringing the band new success. He stood and said “ I am sure the hotel room has some stationary.” “ Good night Neal, lock the door on your way out.” He rolled over and turned out the bedside lamp. Pulling the covers over his head, he heard Neal shut and lock the door as instructed. Neal slowly walked back to his own room and tried to think how the hell he was going to start this letter to Steve. Damn Steve.
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