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Stars	By : ginseng Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Apocalyptica Views: 1167 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Stars Author: ginseng Pairing: Perttu/Eicca Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. It did not happen. This fiction in no way represents people mentioned within. I do not profit from these stories.
********** Like stars. The raindrops look just like a million tiny stars, covering the sky above the audience, enhanced by the light from the rig on top of the large stage. Raindrops falling through the thick summer night like twinkling, little stars. Stars, like the ones that shine bright in the eyes of those who have discovered the lust, in their bodies, in their souls, the need of life and love. Like stars, millions of little stars and in the middle of this warm summer rain, centerstage, I can't stop looking at you.
It's around midnight in late August and the gig is almost at its end though summer seems to go on forever, unusually hot and damp, making it hard to believe that we are touring Scandinavia. The pouring rain makes your long, blond hair stick to your back, but it is welcomed. It makes the air breathable again and it feels like it is washing all our troubles away. The long summer has given you a nice tan. The sun never kisses my skin like that and in the harsh stage light I look like a ghost, too pale. Your skin has a nice bronzed colour that contrasts sharply with the whiteness that reveals itself when your jeans slip down a bit in the back as you hunch forward over your cello. Your shorts have blocked out the sun and made a milky- white patch in the middle of your slim body. I know just where your smooth skin changes from tan to ivory because I've watched you so many times during all those weeks of touring. I know it because I've seen you and felt you so close to me. How I love to watch you, even though by now I know your body like the back of my hand. Even thought I know you belong to me and I can watch you as often as I like. But there is always a special feeling I get from watching you when there's people around, on stage or during a signing-session. They don't know. Watching you hang around backstage with your old black hoodie and worn out jeans that show off nearly everything. It's hard to cover a lot with such thin denim. I just love those jeans! Your perfect little ass, strutting around, looking like you're on top of everything. But I know how you feel and that you need to be left alone, when you're impatient, waiting to go on stage.
Suddenly, a pair of intense blue eyes look at me through a curtain of blond hair and you flash that special smile you share only with me. I just want to walk across the stage, go to you, take you in my arms, right in front of the shouting audience and never let you go.
That smile takes me back to when it all started, on my first tour with the band. My eyes were constantly seeking yours. Deliberately or not, I can't even remember now. But I do remember always trying to meet your eyes, always trying to be close. My dreams where forbidden and my fantasies so dark that I wouldn't have told anyone about them, not even if they held a gun to my head. It was all so wrong but my soul was already committed to you, no guns needed there. I was constantly giving you hugs after concerts just to smell your hair or maybe a pat on your ass after a day of good work in the studio. Sometimes you got close to me, your hand stroking the small of my back as you pass me by on stage. Subtle, small gestures that no one else noticed, I cherished them in my thoughts and dreams. You touching me, me wanting you but both still too scared to admit it.
That first tour when nothing had happened yet. Except that I was writing your name all over my sheet music, with a pencil, erasable, so that you wouldn't see it, but with ink, permanent, in my heart. Our first tour when you haunted my dreams, still unsure if you ever thought of me the way I thought of you. Fantasising about what it would feel like to touch you, kiss you and even more, those dangerous thoughts about making love to you. Still wishing to conform, trying to ignore my inner needs, sometimes I compromised thought about you, me and maybe a groupie or two. I would be reaching for your cock, wet and a bit sticky from your cum and the girl whom you just fucked. In my fantasies you would kiss me with your luscious lips, put your hands on my ass while the girls would suck our cocks. In my dirty, boyish dreams you were slowly taking me and afterwards, catching your breath on my back, covering my neck with kisses.
After many weeks of touring it finally happened. We were going to have a couple of nights off and everybody was in such a good mood. The anticipation was high right after the show. The rest of the guys were talking and laughing, eyeing the blond, long legged girls who always seem to hang around backstage areas. I was sitting across the table from you, both of us laughing at an unusually raw sex story, told by one of the security guys, and your eyes locked on to mine and lingered for a while before you smiled. That smile put goose bumps all over my body. You look so beautiful when you smile like you did then. It was at that moment I realised that I was going to do everything in my powers to have you.
The whole crew went out for dinner and we all drank a lot. Even you, you stopped being so high strung, telling everyone to work harder. You let your hair down and just went along with the rest of us. I was totally absorbed by you, finally admitting to myself how strong my feelings for you were. I was glad that most of the guys were too busy picking up girls to notice that I was practically undressing you with my eyes. But I guessed you could read my mind because you told me to go outside and wait for you. I thought my heart would break out from under my ribs, but I did as I was told. I'd been waiting for about ten minutes, left alone with only my dirty mind as company, when you came, patting me on my shoulder, telling me to walk with you. I was so turned on that I could barely walk, but I wanted to get away from the others, away from the eyes that weren't supposed to see. We must have walked at least five blocks when you took my hand, still not speaking. After maybe another five blocks I realized where we were heading. Back to the hotel. I quivered slightly when you hurried me through the lobby, into the elevator. And as the doors closed you pushed me to the wall, your face so close to mine and, with a husky voice, you said: "I like you too, Perttu". My hand was shaking when I carefully pulled those odd strands of hair from your face, placing them behind your ear, and then, my lips finally touched yours. I still remember the sweet taste of your tongue and how the shivers down my spine felt when I kissed you for the first time. How could I ever forget?
Back in my room, on the bed, I caressed you, your silky hair running slowly through my fingers as I took off your sweater. Your hand slipped under my t-shirt, pulling it off, your fingertips stroking my stomach, my muscles tensing under your light touch, making me shiver. You whispered "Sorry" with your soft lips nudging my ear. Soon enough your hand found the bulge between my legs, unbuttoning my pants, tapping impatiently on my hip to get me to lift myself off the bed long enough for you to slip the black leather off my legs, revealing my needy cock. Slowly stroking me off, looking in my eyes you said, "I'm going to suck you." Not asking but rather telling me. Who am I kidding? Like I was going to object. This was what I had been longing for, what I needed. I was totally overpowered by you, unable to answer. I just nodded my head a couple of times, swallowing hard. You started to lower your head but changed your mind half way down. Moving back up again, kissing my chin, you looked me straight in the eyes and said with a surprisingly clear voice, "When you come, don't withdraw, I want to taste you."
You placed the tip of your tongue at the base of my cock, licking with slow but very precise movements all the way up to where the head meets the shaft. Going down again, back to the starting point and repeating the same pattern but with a little more pressure the next time, you stopped at the edge of the head and, with only short strokes, explored my most sensitive area, your firm but moist lips pressing at the tip of my cock. You fondled my balls with the other hand, looking up into my eyes with a rather determined look while taking my hard-on in your lovely mouth. Affectionately, but increasingly harder and harder, you jerked me off, licking me, every now and then letting me slip into your mouth, tasting my pre-cum. I tried to slow you down by holding your head in my hands. I started to whimper knowing it wouldn't last as long as I had hoped for, you were far too good at what you were doing. So with a long sigh I came in your mouth, you taking all I had, willingly, not stopping until you had sucked me dry. Panting and with my heart still beating fast, I pulled you upwards so I could kiss you. Your tongue against mine, that beautiful tongue which just a moment before was circling the head of my throbbing cock. Some of my come had run down your chin, and as we kissed it got in my face. But I didn't care, I was obsessed with you and would have done anything you asked me to. Even if you made my face all sticky. With your lips against mine and your lean arms around my waist it felt like nothing in the world mattered anymore.
We lay down on the bed, still touching each other, impossible to separate us. I slipped your jeans off and greedily I reached for your cock, all slick and glistering. I let the tip of my finger slide over the top, catching your clear liquid, tracing it over my lower lip, savouring it, kissing you hard on the mouth, forcing you to taste yourself. Your loud moans made me want you even more. You took my hand and placed it on your rock-hard dick and with yours still on mine, you moved back and forth while your other hand traced the outline of the tattoo on my upper arm. With heavy eyes you followed my hand travelling up and down the length of your cock, making only small noises in the back of your throat. I got on top of you, my lips searching yours, wanting to taste your sweet tongue again. I slowly drifted downwards, tracing my tongue and lips against your hot skin, kissing your neck, down to your smooth chest, closing my lips around your nipple, going even lower, down your flat, hard stomach, kissing the inside of your thigh, until my lips lightly touched your balls. You couldn't control yourself and pressed your pulsating cock against me.
When I finally took you in my mouth, you let out a harsh whine. That was probably the sexiest thing I've ever heard, the sound you made when your dick slipped in and out of my mouth. When I flipped my tongue over the most sensitive spot, my demanding hands on your skin, all over your body, down your legs, to your feet, which you placed over my shoulders, so I could reach down to lick your balls, and even lower, tasting your raw flavour and slowly reaching the slightly darker opening.
I held your legs apart and licked you with the whole length of my tongue. Your breathing was shallow, almost like you had been running. You pushed away from me and sat up straight, dragging me towards you. With strong hands you placed me on my back, getting on top of me. I'd never experienced someone so horny before, this was so totally different from being with a girl. This was hard and brutal, with the kind of power and strength that couldn't compare to the softness of a female. You kissed me intensely, breathing into my mouth, looking me deep in the eyes, and then turned around and bent down, with one knee on each side of my chest, and took as much as you could of my hard-on in your warm mouth. Hungrily you swallowed almost my whole length, sucking me down your throat. Arching your back, telling me to lick you, that you wanted my tongue. I lifted my head and put my lips against your untouched opening and you relaxed your muscle so I could enter. Your chest was heaving against my stomach, your cheek resting on my thigh and your lips at the side of my cock. You moaned loudly each time the tip of my tongue penetrated you. The sounds of lust that you made sent flashes down my spine and made me, if possible, even harder. But then you let me go, bent over the edge of the bed and reached for your worn jeans, getting a small tube out of your pocket. After placing yourself between my legs, you widened them firmly and soon I felt a rather cold sensation when you inserted your slicked index- finger into me. The intrusion made me tense. Tenderly you kissed the tip of my cock before turning to me, kissing me reassuringly. I got up on my elbows, sure I wanted this but it was going a bit too fast. Your tongue swirled around mine and your dick was aligned with my ass. I still was a bit scared. I tried to say something but you put your finger against my lips, still kissing me. Then our lips pressed against each other, around your finger which made a rather easily forced obstacle for our wanting tongues. With your burning eyes looking into mine you penetrated me slowly. I stopped kissing you and held my breath. With your mouth unoccupied you let a low moan slip out as my pulsating dick leaked pre-cum on to your tanned stomach. I felt your thigh flex against mine, wondering if that's how your cello perceives you.
Slowly I adjusted to you, relaxing, trying to breathe. You touched my stomach gently, trying to ease the pain. Looking deep into your loving eyes made all my hesitations go away. Having you inside me, connecting, this was what I'd been wishing for. With a newfound confidence, I lowered myself, with a thrust, on to you, my dick rubbing between our heated bodies. This surprised you and you had to seek support by placing your left hand on the mattress behind you, your right arm slipping around my neck. You were holding back, biting your lip, trying hard not to let yourself go, wanting to make this as comfortable as possible for me. I felt your hand around my cock and at the same time you reached that knot of nerves deep inside of me, forcing the pain away with a sensation so strong I couldn't resist. After just a few strokes of your hand, I came for the second time that evening. And as my muscle squeezed around your cock, lights fading away, almost fainting, seeing stars, I felt you release inside of me, hot and overwhelming.
I rested my weak body alongside yours, my head on your shoulder, your blond hair tangling with my dark strands. We both closed our eyes when we kissed, almost as if we were ashamed, embarrassed by our need for each other and the pleasure that we had shared. I tasted the sweat on your neck and tilted my head so you could kiss me once more.
Since then I've kissed the sweat from the back of your neck a hundred times. Sometimes I've sucked your cock repeatedly over a day. Behind the closed door of a dressing room backstage, quietly in the bus while the others were still sleeping, in your hotel room, in the kitchen of my apartment, leaning against the control-table in the studio. You've fucked me, deep and hard, slamming against my ass, filling me completely. With eyes wide open trying not to scream when you're teasing me, your hair tickling my stomach when you lean over to kiss me and slow as hell slide inside me, when you know I need you so bad.
Absentmindedly I miss a note and you stare angrily at me, forcing me back to reality. I can't help it, when I watch your beautiful body wrapped around your cello, all those memories flash through my head, making my thoughts run away with me. But soon I will have you in my arms again, feeling your naked body against mine. Soon we will be taking a well deserved shower, letting the hot water wash away our troubles like this pouring summer rain. I will look at you. And you will look at me. With eyes filled with love, shining like stars. Like a million little stars.
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