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I was early -or how I met Caleb Followill	By : Roossmit Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Kings of Leon Views: 1177 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't know Kings of Leon, never met them, this is fiction and I don't make profit off of it.

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I was cycling to Paradiso , in my jeans and t-shirt. It was July, and quite warm for the Netherlands. I was in a great mood: I had finished my last exam of the year, met a hot guy who was flirting with me and was on my way to a free concert! Not that I wasn’t flirting with him, the opposite: I would love for him to push me against the wall, my legs around his waist, and say to me in his raspy voice all the things he wanted to do to me. Even if this wasn’t going to happen, I could work a while with the fantasies I thought up this afternoon.

Now, I had thought about this: apparently, he was some big-shot rock-star. He probably had a lot of girls lining up to even talk to him, yelling and screaming all the time. That’s not like me, and I wasn’t going to act any different because he wasn’t a normal guy. What I was doing, I concluded, was over-thinking this. Maybe he was just being friendly? Who knows, I haven’t met that many Americans. Maybe he forgot all about me and I couldn’t even get in.

There was a huge line in front, and around the corner of Paradiso. I felt awkward walking past them to the entrance, but I felt assured when I saw a men with a list. I walked up to him.

“Hoi, moet ik bij u zijn om naar binnen te mogen?” (Hi, is this the place I have to be to get in?)

“Ja, wat is je naam, dan kijk ik of je erbij staat” (Yes, I’ll check, what’s your name?)

“Alex van der Weg”

“Oké, en voor extra controle, waar heb je meneer Followill ontmoet?” (Okay, and for extra monitoring, where did you meet mr. Followill?)

“In het ziekenhuis.” (In the hospital)

“Hier is een backstage-pas, eerste gang rechts en deze laten zien aan de beveiliger. Veel plezier” (Here’s a backstage-pass, first hall on the right and show this to the security-guard. Have fun.)

And that was that. In for a penny, in for a pound. I showed my pass to the doorman and walked into the artists-lounge, where I saw Caleb and I guessed the other men were either part of the band or part of the organization. There were two other girls. After introducing myself I found out that they were the girlfriend of Matthew, Johanna, and the wife of Nathan, Jessie. I sat down next to Caleb, and asked him how his afternoon was.

“I was in the hospital the whole time, so a little boring.”

I figured they wouldn’t be here if something serious had happened, so I asked him why he went to the hospital in the first place. He told me Nathan sprained his ankle.

“How did that happen?”

By now everyone was listening to our conversation, and Jessie started to laugh.

She said: “The boys are always fighting, and sometimes they get what’s coming to them.”

I laughed as well, I remembered all the fights with my big brother, which I always lost.

“Caleb? You know you guys look really alike?”

Now I’d done it, apparently. Everybody was laughing, and I didn’t get it.

“What? It’s not a that of a stupid question?”

Caleb had calmed down to snickering now, and put his arm around my waist. He pointed at Jared and Nathan.

“Alex, I’d like for you to meet my brothers.” And then he pointed at Matthew, “and my cousin.”

Matthew asked: “How come you don’t know? Caleb told us you knew the band, but not who he was. Do you live under a rock?” He smiled.

Ahh, so the cockiness runned in the family.

“Sorry guys, I like your music, but that doesn’t mean I know your names or where you come from. It’s the music that counts.”

“And you like our music?”

“You’re allright.” I smiled. Caleb had kept his arm around my waist, and I liked the feeling of his muscles. I turned to him.

“How long have you been touring?” I asked him.

“We’ve been recordin’ and tourin’ non-stop since 2004, and we’ll be recordin’ after the summer again.”

The manager told the band it was time to go on stage, and that was the end of the conversation. Caleb showed me where I could see the show with Johanna and Jessie. I couldn’t help but provoke him a little.

“What makes you think I want to see the show, are you any good live?”

He turned to my face, and was suddenly very close to my mouth. He placed a kiss on my cheek.

“Oh, You’ll want to see it, I’m sure. We rock.” He smiled a lazy grin and walked on the stage. I shook my head. “Cocky bastard” I said to myself. Johanna heard me and smiled.

“Don’t let him fool you, he never invites a girl backstage.”

I talked a bit with Johanna and Jessie and we got along pretty good. The show started and I saw how proud Jessie was on her face. The girls started moving with the music and I joined them, we were having fun and singing along. The band played with verve and I noticed Nathan’s drumming was really good. I also noticed Caleb was looking at me a few times during the show, so I winked at him. His voice was amazing live! I suddenly went back to my fantasy earlier on the day, and imagined him saying my name while he was pinning my hands up high against the wall. All too soon the concert was over, and the men came walked off stage towards us, while I was still dancing with Johanna. Matthew and Caleb looked at us, both a huge smile on their faces.

“We could get used to this.”

Caleb took my hand.

“Come on, let’s get you and me a drink.”

He was all sweaty and riled up, and obviously agreed with me that it was a hell of a show.

“Nice crowd?” I asked him. He smiled, and pushed me softly against the refrigerator.

“Yes,” He said into my ear, “I like the Dutch”

I turned us around, and pressed my body against his. I could feel his erection. My my my.

“Good, now how about that drink?” I took a step back and half smiled at him, “You gonna let a girl die of dehydration?”

“Beer?” I nodded. He grabbed a couple of beers and put his hand around my waist again, we walked to the lounge were the others were dancing to the music of The Strokes. Caleb handed out the beers while I found Nathan and complimented him on his drumming. I was dancing with Johanna when Caleb found me again.

“So, I was thinkin’… Maybe you could show us around Amsterdam tomorrow? We don’t have to go to England for 3 days.”

“Sure, sounds fun.”

Johanna smiled, “We have to go shopping one of those days!” I laughed,

“Why don’t we drop the guys in a coffeeshop tomorrow, and then we’ll go find some stores?”

Johanna went away to tell Jessie about the plans, and it was Caleb and I again. He asked me if I wanted another beer, and I told him no.

“Why not?”

I laughed, I was feeling the alcohol already. “I get drunk really fast.”

“What are you like then?”

“I giggle, a lot, and make even more inappropriate remarks, and you?”

“I make my best music when I’m drunk.”

I was silent, “Really?”

He was serious, “Yeah, ever listened to Cold Desert?”

I had, and it was something, “Yes, it’s chilling.”

“I can’t remember recordin’ it.”

“That’s kind of… sad?”

He half smiled at me, “Dunno why I’m tellin’ you this.”

I decided to get him back on track again, “Because you want to sleep with me?”

There was the cocky grin again, “True, but we both know you want me to kiss you as well.”

I smiled, “Yes, but I have very good self-control.”

He pulled me close, my body against his; I could smell his sweat from earlier. He put his hands low on my back, we started moving to Reptilia, and he huskily said;

“We can test that, your self-control… I’d love to see how far I can go until you moan my name, or until I make you beg for me to take you right here and now… or on the table… in the shower… against the wall. I like that you play games with me, challenge me, but you can only go so far playing with fire… eventually you’ll burn yourself, and I promise you’ll like the burn.”

He wasn’t the only one who was getting excited now. I wanted him to do all the things he said, and more. He knew it. Johanna came up to me and eased the tension by asking my about my upbringing. I told her I grew up in the rural part of the Netherlands, and talked about my parents. Caleb was listening as well, and gave me a couple of looks full of desire, but he seemed interested in my quite dull past as well.

I danced with some more with Johanna and Jessie until I looked at my mobile phone and noticed it was 4 o’clock in the night, so I decided to go home. I said goodbye and walked up to Caleb, who smiled when he saw me coming,

“Hey, I’m going to cycle home.”

“Cycle? Crazy Dutch woman. Come on, I’ll walk with you.”

We got out of Paradiso and when we got to my bicycle he stopped me from unlocking it. His hands traveled to my hair and our faces came closer. He started kissing my lips softly, asking for entrance,

“Alex, kiss me back” he ordered, and how could I not? My god, the man could kiss! He pressed me against the fence where I parked my bike and I gasped.

“Oh…” I moaned. And with that I kissed him for all I was worth. My hands traveled on his back, as his hands grabbed my hips and pulled them to his. He was hard again and I loved it. I nibbled on his lower lip as his hand cupped my breast. The feel of his facial hair against my lips was amazing. We were lost in each other for quite some time, when we both started kissing slower and slower, until it was tender kissing and eventually we stopped. He looked at me,

“I’ve been thinkin’ about that since we met this mornin’. You are fuckin’ beautiful.”

I laughed, “Oh, no comments about my wonderful character?”

“Ha, I think your inside matches your outside.”

“Thanks, I like yours as well.”

“Outside or inside?”

“Both”

We shared a simple kiss on the lips. I could tell he held himself back, as was I,

“So, where do we meet you tomorrow, miss Alex?”

“One o’clock, right here?”

“Sure, sleep well, don’t do things I wouldn’t do.” There was the cocky grin again. I was beginning to like it.

“Ha! And what would I do that mister big-shot rock-star hasn’t done before?”

“Ridin’ a bicycle.”

“We’ll see how long you can keep that up.”

I rode away thinking about my crazy, wonderful night.
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