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Somethin' to hide	By : Shimmerrain69 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Journey Views: 1619 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know any of the members of Journey-past or present,or Herbie Herbert, I also do not believe the members are or were ever sexually attracted to each other. This story is purely fictional, for entertainment only. I do not get pai

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On the road again, Steve and Neal kept their distance, they had to keep up appearances of not getting along, but not overdoing it. The last thing they wanted was to bring attention to themselves. They stayed civil, but long gazes at one another was out. Herbie was already suspicious when they decided to be roomies, he couldn’t pinpoint it, but something in Neal’s and Steve’s demeanor with one another made him pay closer attention when they let their guard down. Thankfully the other men paid no mind, it wasn’t even on their radar that two of their band members had the hots for each other.
A few weeks into the tour, Herbie managed to corner Steve in a trailer alone. He was preparing himself mentally for the huge crowd he was about to sing for. He rarely got stage fright, but on the occasion if he felt his voice wasn’t up to par, he was scared of how an audience would react. “How’ve you been?” Herbie asked, knowing that Steve was going out of his way to avoid him. “Fine, great even.” Steve said and turned around, leaning on the counter to face Herbie.” “How are you and Neal?” Herbie asked fishing for information, or at least a spark in Steve’s eyes at the mention of Neal’s name. “We’re fine, same as we ever were.” Steve kept his tone even, giving nothing away. Herbie was skeptical, he knew how upset Neal was when Steve first came into the picture and now they were best friends?
He was jealous, Neal was younger and better looking, and he knew by instinct that they were sleeping together, he couldn’t prove it, he didn’t see it, but he sensed it. “You know you’re welcome back at my home anytime. Herbie said. “Thank you, but no thanks, besides I just found an apartment, I’ll be moving in once we’re back in California.” Steve said. Steve could tell Herbie wasn’t really interested in his living arrangement, and he could tell that Herbie somehow knew about him and Neal. They’d been careful about their secret passion. Herbie stepped close to Steve; close enough to palm his ass. “I want you again.” Herbie whispered close to Steve’s ear, unable to contain the lust he felt for him. Steve wasn’t in the mood for this right before a big show. “Herbie, I go on stage in 15 minutes, this is not the time nor place for this.” “You’re doing wonderful………..” Herbie started. “It would be a shame if you had to give this all up.” “Is that a threat?” Steve asked getting mad. More upset with himself for even giving into Herbie the first time around. “Interpret it how you want, let me have you again, interruption free and as god is my witness, I will never bother you again.” With that Herbie stepped off of Steve and left the trailer for Steve to ponder what he just said.
Steve proved early on to be a master show man; no one would have guessed the drama he was embroiled in as he belted out the tunes. The raw emotion that he put into the songs, made his female fans crazy with lust. When the concert was over, Steve found solace in the hotel room. He and Neal felt it best not to share a room this time around. Steve didn’t know how or if he would tell Neal about Herbie approaching him in the trailer. After his shower and after he ate, he settled in for the late night show. Not five minutes in, there was a light rap at the door. Figuring it was Herbie, he braced himself to give in if it meant getting Herbie off of him for good. Steve didn’t know if he were gullible or he just liked being freaky.
It was Herbie. “Did you consider my words?” Herbie asked and walked into the room without permission, he didn’t think it was wise to be seen standing outside of Steve’s room so late at night. People would likely ask questions that they would have to come up with a viable answer. “You threatened me with my livelihood.” Steve said. “All you have to say is yes; you have my word.” Herbie said. “I thought I had your word before?” “You did, but Neal barged in on us. Steve weighed the options he had in his mind, he didn’t want to go back to the turkey farm, nor did he want to face his friends who would wonder why his climb to stardom was short lived. “Ok.” Steve said. Herbie’s face lit up. “Same as before, but I want you to “humiliate” me.” “Did you not get enough love as a child?” Steve asked as Herbie took off his shirt, unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants, he wouldn’t make the same mistake before of not being prepared when he had a hard on. He got comfortable on the bed. “I had plenty of love, if anything, I was spoiled and learned early on, I could get anything I wanted; anything” Steve did a slow striptease, oblivious to the visual image he cut, as Herbie looked on getting an erection with each article of clothing he took off. “You want this don’t you? Steve teased, down casting his eyes and biting his bottom lip. "Humiliation is what you want and that is what you're going to get." "Hurt me." Herbie said.
Steve climbed up on the bed, and straddled Herbie, his lips mere inches from Herbie’s. “I know you want to taste my lips, but you will never have them.” Steve whispered; his lips brushing Herbie’s ear. Herbie went to put his hands on Steve. “Don’t touch me.” “You want to be me up there on stage don’t you? Steve said knowing he was hitting a sore spot. It was well known that Herbie had a band in the mid sixties, that he never got off the ground, when he saw he didn’t have the singing talent, or the ability to play an instrument, he decided to manage bands and sometimes envy got the better of him. He desired Steve sexually, but he was also resentful of his talent. “How about Neal, up there with his guitar, the instrument, you wished you could play. Do you ever imagine Neal, playing with my body?” “His nimble fingers, making the strings scream out, he does…the….same…thing…to meee.” Steve whispered, and let his hot breath linger on Herbie’s neck. “I knew it..” Herbie shouted out. “Shut up, I didn’t tell you to speak.” He started getting hard as he watched Herbie squirm beneath him; Steve allowed his hair to fall loose over Herbie’s body, causing him to shudder with anticipation of what was coming. “I know you want your tongue in my asshole, maybe I’ll allow it and maybe I won’t.” Herbie could feel Steve’s hot breath against his face, every time Steve whispered in his ear. Steve got up, turned around so that his ass was facing him and swayed his hips over Herbie. Herbie was delirious with lust at this point................
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