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I don't think you realise hes coming for your neck	By : Silvara Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Kasabian Views: 1144 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-I don’t think you realise he’s coming for your nec
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You follow the boys to the backstage area, heading to the dressing room. The roaring of the audience still fills your ears and the dampened shirt clings heavily to your body. You reach the small room and enter eagerly before quickly tossing you shirt apart. The clothes smell of sweat and smoke and you’re more than happy to have the chance of getting changed before you go to the pub.

The door is suddenly closed at your back, the unexpected sound startling you. Leaning against the now recently blocked exit is Serge. You acknowledge his presence with a nod and he nods back to you. At the moment, he’s looking a bit demented, his gaze never leaving you and a little smirk forming at the corner of his mouth. He looks predatory, and you’re relieved to actually know the man on the door, if not you wouldn’t be so calm.

"Have you had fun, Tom?" he asks in a surprisingly ironical tone

"I always have fun at the performances, Serge" you laugh

The next thing your brain registers is how hard his fingertips are pressed on your shoulders and how effectively his strong arms are pinning your bare torso against the cold wall. You let out a gasp of surprise as breath leaves you momentarily. You know he had taken coke before going onstage, but by now the effects of the high should have been subsided. Maybe it’s the effects of the coke mixed with the rush of adrenaline that usually follows performances. Sometimes he gets weird after doing some drugs.

"Serge! What…" you trail off before hissing as he digs his nails on your skin down you chest, leaving a trail of red marks that begins on your already bruised left shoulder. He then proceeds to soothingly lick the irritated skin, making you suck your breath in when he reaches your nipple and bites it softly. He removes his other hand from your shoulder in favour of attending your neglected nipple and suddenly his hot breath is on your neck and he’s sucking at you pulse, marking your skin with small bites and kisses. Your knees go weak at that and you’re really glad that Serge is still supporting your weight. The possessiveness of his acts is so clear and the only thing you can do is clutching desperately at his sweat soaked shirt.

"Our Tom always has fun, indeed" Serge mutters on your neck before pressing your hips together. You let out a small noise between a moan and a little whine before he begins to grind your crotches, then you almost forget how to breathe. He continues for a while until he decides he’s got enough of this and begins to unfasten your jeans.

All of sudden, you’re afraid. You’re afraid to continue with this, but you’re also scared to stop it. You’re afraid of the rest of the group walking in and finding this out. You’re afraid, but more than all you don’t know what to do.

"What happens Tom? Afraid that your Karloff will find out?" he asks bitterly, putting a special emphasis in the word your. And then the whole thing kicks you.

"Don’t tell me you’re jealous, Serge!" you ask in earnest surprise

"… shut the fuck up" he grunts sliding your pants down in one fluid motion. You feel very exposed in front of his boldness and you’re going to complain when he grabs your quickly forming hard on and strokes it leisurely.

"ngh… Serge…" you pant closing your eyes at the surge of pleasure. It feels weird to know that Serge is actually wanking you, but it feels so damn good to care so much about that detail.

"You… mmm… don’t need… to get jealous Serge… Karloff’s only…"

"I’ve told you to shut the fuck up" he growls speeding up his motion and attacking you collarbone, kissing and nipping at it. You let out a shaky moan, muffled by Serge’s shoulder. Maybe it’s better to let him do you reason to yourself, your mind too fogged with pleasure to try anything else. He tenderly kisses the red mark on your neck juncture and sucks your earlobe "Just shut up"

"ah… Serge, I’m gonna…" but you could never finish your sentence, because then he squeezes your aching erection harder and you come all over his hand with a scream you can’t contain, the white fluid dripping down his fingers as he pumps you a couple more of times.

Both of you remain speechless, you regaining your breath, and Serge watching his handy work. Then a loud thump on the door makes you both jump in surprise

"C’mon Tom, you’re not a girl! How more time you need to get changed?" Ian says annoyed from the other side. Serge only smirks at your surprised face.
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