Do you love me? | By : SelinaKyle Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > KISS Views: 3375 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of KISS. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. |
Pairing: Paul “The Star child” Stanley/Ace “Space” Frehley
Era/setting: Love Gun era
Genre: Romance, psychological, friendship
Rating : M
Warnings: Sensual insinuations
Fingers danced along he strings of the custom Les Paul. It wailed notes whilst its owner commanded its screams by tickling it in the right places. It produced a sweet symphony that graced the ears of any listener within reach. It was almost tribal. The chords had a voice of their own and seduced passive participants with its siren like voice. It was accompanied by the beating of drums which were conducted by the Catman who served as the heartbeat of the group. He guided the rest of his band mates through speed and tempo and served as a balance for the intricate relationship he had with the Demon, The Star child and the Spaceman.
Ace Frehley’s artistic hands caressed and soothed him wailing guitar, making it moan in ecstasy as he did so. The well defined muscles on his hands moved at a delicate pace, providing yet another voice to the symphony. He arched back, savoring the sounds produced by the notes and chords of his instrument. Black pouty lips pursed themselves together. The pressure applied to the guitar demanded nothing short of passion. He arched back, his mouth stretched open, giving the impression of some sort of sensuous pleasure he was deriving from playing. The Star child took note of the silver studded man’s graces. There was something oddly magnetic about the way he expressed himself onstage. His slender body which was festooned with midnight black spandex that hugged all corners of his lithe frame left nothing to the imagination. There was just something otherworldly about the way he moved. There was also something about the Spaceman that awoke the spirits of Paul’s mind that called onto Earthly delights. Whatever his secret was, Ace knew how to manipulate it. A small smile that highlighted his silver cheeks and wanting eyes, an inviting wave of a finger to come share the mike, or even a wave of his hair in a teasing manner that not even a female admirer could compare to aroused a pain in the pit of Paul’s stomach that he sought to satiate with one nighters with women. They were just hord’ourves to a tantalizingly close main course that would never come.
Whether they both knew was a different matter. They both shared a delicate dance. The stage was their only intimate setting in which they could connect through music. It was their way of communicating, but even then, it had been a second wall, an an invisible one at that.
The moment of promise came on night in Columbus. They had finished wrapping up ‘Cold Gin’ before jumping onto a signature hit that began slowly and furthered deep into passion and ended with a bang. It started with a slow strumming if guitars for two minutes. Like a flower blooming, the chords grew. Ace led the way by strumming the strings. He tended to them in an intimate manner, eying his creation in deep thought.
His face was still, somber almost. He tended to the instrument like a delicate lover.
Still concentrating, he did not feel, nor did it come as an unpleasant surprise when he felt the Star child’s arms reach around his stomach and began to tug and pull at the strings with his fingers alongside his band mate. He could feel the Star child against his back and stepped back closer against him so that he could give him better access to the stringed instrument. Both men joined in a harmonious symphony and for nearly two minutes, they connected as one. Their bodies touched, adding a sort of secretive bond between the two guitarists. Seemingly as if he was trying to get a better view, the Lover pressed his chest forward, inadvertently touching and ensnaring the Spaceman’s attention who at first welcomed the Star child’s advance now piqued his interest at the suddenly friendlier touch.
The Celestial felt a sudden wave of warmth that overwhelmed him even under the glare of fluorescent lights overhead. Not only were Paul’s arms overlapping and touching his, but he could feel his studded crutch press against his buttock. Ace’s heart began to race, but not because of fight or flight syndrome, but because of something more…..personal. More primitive. He leaned his head back, letting the notes guide him into another world.
Paul felt the strands of dark brown hair touch his face. They tickled his cherry red lips in a teasing manner. It created a burning fire that raged in the pit of his soul and he sought to quench that thirst by pressing his face closer to the lead guitarist’s hair and savored his scent. He didn’t smell like cigarettes or cheap beer as one would typically associate with someone of their caliber. He obviously took care of himself. He smelled really good, like roses. He was very tempted to run a finger down that carefully chiseled beautiful neck before the last few seconds were coming to a close and they had to break off again. Once again, the fate of the gods spat in his face and fate intervened. One touch and he knew he was his. He felt that reciprocation permeate from his fingers and in between the carefully orchestrated sonata, he knew that the Celestial felt it. Once separated, he felt that cool chill that whooshed in between them. He saw the Spaceman turn his head slightly back, barely noting the silver features on his face. It was as if he acknowledged what had just transpired. It was as if he said, I felt it too, but it had also felt like a slap in the face, for it was a murky response to a moment of closeness that they both shared.
Paul was reapplying some makeup which had begun to smudge. He had an…appointment with a lady friend. He barely noted Ace’s entrance at the door with his hand on his hip.
“You mind telling me what that was all about?” Ace said with a chuckle.
Paul’s throat dried up.
“Excuse me?” he said trying to look innocent.
“Don’t play cute with me, Paulie. I felt you groping me like a damn cantaloupe!” Ace cackled. Paul’s heart began to race. He felt like a deer caught in the headlights. There was still room for escape.
“I was just doing a solo with you and I thought it would be cool to do it with one guitar,” Paul began slowly. Once again, this didn’t slip under Ace’s radar as his laugh attested.
“You are so cute when you lie! Don’t act like I don’t know about those extended shopping sprees at JC Penney!”
Paul stood up, stopping only a few feet away from the Spaceman who crossed his arms defiantly.
“Who told you?” he queried in a firm but gentle manner.
“Two birds,” Ace said simply.
“Two black birds?” Paul began to chuckle, hoping that it would lessen the tension which it did.
“Scout’s honor,” the Celestial said with a raised hand.
“I’m gonna kill those bastards,” Paul said in a stern manner. Ace shushed him by placing a finger to his band mate’s red lips. He had more feline grace in one finger than Peter did in his nine lives. His body was warm against his.
“So I take it you’re not upset…?” Paul began with slow confidence. Ace snorted.
“Why should I? I thought it was kinda cute.” Ace said suggestively. He defiantly chastisized the Star child by placing his hand onto that toned torso. “Why would I be mad? I’d rather leave that negative energy to Pete and Geno, ‘sides, I didn’t wanna ruin the moment at the beginning of Rock Bottom.” He stepped in closer, adding some closeness between the two rockers.
“So now you’re trying to the big shot and act ambiguous?” Paul chuckled.
“It’s not like a pulled away, Paulie….” Ace replied. “And besides, I thought you wanted it….” The Spaceman said cryptically before pressing himself forward and doing the unthinkable and pressed his dark lips against Paul’s. The connection was electrifying. Thoughts raced in the back of Paul’s mind and his heart raced rapidly. The delicate house of cards had fallen. The façade was shaken and yet, he still won the prize at the end. He could not help feeling a sense of guilt that it came to fast but that was until he felt the object of his affection reciprocate with utter passion. It was the loss of control he felt that made him feel this way. Ace was never the aggressive type but that did not mean he was not adventurous and colorful in his own way. He held on fast onto Ace’s arms, pulling him closer in a quick jab. He did not really expect such a passionate response….unless…..
“Are you drunk?” Paul queried. His breath was hot against Ace’s face.
“I had two shots before the show. Your point?” the Spaceman answered.
Before any more words were traded, the two rockers resumed to their intimate trade. Paul’s hands traced up and down Ace’s back which was free from the silver decorations that accented his space persona. He reached up at the base of the neckline for the zipper top in front. Ace moaned in response to the touch. His hands laid themselves upon Paul’s chest, touching the furry skin of the Star child in teasing satisfaction. Impatiently, Paul began to tug at the zipper and slowly started to pull it down. With passion, he began to nibble and kiss Ace’s neck and jaw line. The Celestial responded by adjusting the angle of his face to let the Star child gain all the access he wanted. Paul petted the Spaceman’s dark mane, telling him that they needn’t be so rough. Both of them moaned into each other’s mouths, acknowledging the pleasure that emanated from their bodies touching. Ace let out a small chuckle when he felt Paul’s chest touch his. He held on tight by touching the Star child’s shoulder blades, pinching and grabbing on for dear life. It wasn’t until they heard footsteps from outside and the sound of a door opening that they both broke the kiss and stared at the doorway. Peter came in rubbing his wrists, seemingly unaware of what had transpired on the other side of the door only seconds earlier. It wasn’t until both men caught sight of Gene whose eyes glared with dark cynicism that they both parted further.
Someone else had apparently known the secret.
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