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Front Row	By : MissLizzie Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Take That Views: 1190 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Take That. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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FRONT ROW

Everything glowed. My toes, my fingers, my legs, my ears, the tip of my nose. With shaking fingers, I lit another cigarette. It was the only thing that stopped me from shaking like a leaf. When the doors opened and I made it to the front row I smiled.

It was the beginning of November, and me and my girl mates sat in the freezing Danish wind outside a concert hall in Aalborg. Of all places. We’d gotten here late the other night and already had a look at the Gigantium stadium. Some Danish girls had already set up camp late last night but the cold had made us hesitate. A few meters down the road, a lovely hostel with warm beds and a shower lay waiting for us. We decided to go for a good night sleep. The trip down here had been a long one too and we just had to hope people wouldn’t start queuing too early with these weather conditions.
They didn’t. When we returned the next morning at 6.30, no other people had joined the couple of Danish girls that had spent the night there. Number 5, 6 and 7. That was us. Fantastic, may the long waiting begin.

At first things were quiet, nothing much happened, the day just began and a watery sun came out to tickle our skins. We walk a bit, found a gas station where they sold horrible coffee, but at least it was warm.
The rain started at midday. Actually, it wasn’t really rain, it was like crushed ice that fell from the sky it was so cold. Within minutes we were soaked to our underwear, cold to the bone. The stadiums security started handing out raincoats, which helped a bit but we were already too wet. We started walking to keep ourselves warm even if we were completely wet. We were given numbers and needn’t worry about our places until about six, which was still hours away.
Around the stadium lay a large sand pit, when we’d arrived we thought it was car park but it wasn’t, they were building on the site of the stadium, the stadium itself was the only thing that was actually finished.
We took turns to walk, having to leave all our stuff in the queue.
I was last in turn to have a go and with numb legs and cold toes I firmly started walking around the stadium. There wasn’t much to see, just sand and a few trees. When I got to the back of the stadium, the black tour trucks stood lined in the sand. As if dropped in the desert. There were so many of them and I admired the view for a little while. Transam Trucking would forever be connected to Take That tours. I smoked a cigarette and stood there for a while when I noticed it got darker around me. Even colder, if that was still possible. My fingernails had already turned blue from the cold and I blew my hands again to get them warm. As I walked closer to the trucks, to make a full circle around the stadium. Black clouds seemed to drift in the sky faster and faster, the wind was getting stronger and I really felt almost too cold to move.
I started running, first to get warmer but then to get back to the queue faster. It still was a long way and the first hail stones were already falling from the sky.
“Shit,” I swore under my breath. Desperately looking for some shelter. The hail was pounding down, on my shoulders, cheeks it was cold and it hurt. One of the nearest Transam Trucks, number 19 it said at the back, had a cabin door opened on the front where the drivers go. I thought “what the hell” and ran towards it. Just as I was about to announce my arrival, a hand came out from the truck to grab my arm and pull me inside the truck. The steps from the truck were higher than usual and without that person pulling my arm I would have never made it in one go.
“Cheers, thanks, it’s really bad out there.” I started apologising, the driver would definitely not be amused with me lurking about there. I saw the hail stones falling from my hair dripping into the truck cabin. I looked up to the person who’d grabbed me to send an apologetic girlie smile at him but I froze half way.
“Hi,” he said.
You think about that moment a lot in your life, what do you actually say when you meet your idol in that once in a lifetime moment? I wished I would’ve said something more witty and intellectual.
“Jeez, fuck..”
He laughed and his blue eyes sparkled. I felt warmer instantly.
“I’m sorry,” I croaked, my voice shaky and I was glad my cheeks were already red from the cold because else they would’ve lit up the place.
I realised I wasn’t supposed to be there and already wanted to leave again.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“Well erm…I really shouldn’t be here, it must be utter illegal so I better…pop out.” Shit I was so star struck I didn’t have a clue what I was saying.
“Pop out? Are you mad? You’re already soaking wet, you are so going to be sick tomorrow. Here sit.”
He pushed me on a little folding chair that hung in the cabin, and he disappeared behind a little curtain. I frantically started to comb my fingers through my hair and hoped the rain and hail hadn’t made my make up run too bad.
He quickly returned with a plastic cup with something warm inside because I saw the damp coming from it. I shuddered suddenly realising how cold I was. He handed it to me.
“There you are…” he paused for a second and raised his eyebrows in anticipation of me giving him my name.
“Oh, sorry, Grace.” I said, thankfully folding my freezing hands around the warm cup of tea.
“Nice to meet you Grace, I’m..”
“Jason, yeah I know.” He must know I knew his name, this situation was getting more and more ridiculous by the minute. Here I sat, with Jason Orange introducing himself to me in the cabin of a huge truck.
An awkward silence fell between us. I really did not know what to say. You know those silences that are so heavy that a little voice pops up in your head that goes: Say something! Anything! Break the silence! That voice was now screaming inside my head.
“So, why do you sit in a truck?” I asked a little clumsy.
“Same reason as you, I was walking a bit and when the hail came all I could see was this open cabin so I hopped in. Good thing I know my way around these things,” he said it triumphantly as he clinked his plastic cup with mine.
I smiled and the silence was less awkward now. We listened to the hail falling on the roof of the cabin.
Suddenly I realised that I was sitting with Jason Orange and I hadn’t said one significant thing to him. I adored him, why did I bother with asking him why he sat in a truck? What did I care? He was in the stupid truck with me!
“Since I probably will never get this chance again,” I started, biting my lip searching for the right words, I didn’t want him to think I was a lunatic, “I just like to tell you how proud I am of you when sing Wooden Boat. It must be hard to put yourself out there like that every night, you do a great job.”
“That’s really nice of you,” he smiled.
“I mean it, honest. It’s my favourite part of the show.” I added to sound persuasive.
“Well, maybe after Give Good Feeling but definitely in the top three,” I winked.
He laughed out loud now, showing his teeth and lowering his eyes. A shy laugh. Something fluttered in my stomach. I shivered again but this time I wasn’t sure if it was the cold or something else. I sipped from the tea.
“You must be so cold, you’re soaking wet.” He said, noticing my wet hoodie and wet jeans.
“ I wasn’t exactly dressed for hail storms.”
“You should take those off, we can hang them out to dry over the little heater here.” He pointed at the little electric heater that was already warming up the cabin. He noticed my hesitation, like I was going to sit in my bra and undies in front of Jason Orange.
“There are some blankets back here, you could keep yourself warm, and covered in those for a while.”
I was thinking of another excuse but he was already searching for the blankets in the back of the cabin, he found some and I couldn’t say no anymore. He made some room for me behind the curtain and I was actually glad to slip out of those wet jeans. My hands were trembling from the cold and I hardly felt anything in the tips of my fingers. My toes were numb and I felt as if I was cold to the bone. I handed him my clothes through the curtain and he arranged them over the heater, I wrapped myself in the blankets but still thanked my luck that I had had the idea of wearing not my lucky hotpants I usually wore to concerts, but my new soft pink bra with black lace and a matching girlie briefs. I came from behind the curtain, rubbing my arms a little shy. I was still very cold and noticed my teeth clattering.
“You really are very cold, your lips are nearly blue.” Suddenly he took me in his arms and started to rub my back and arms to warm me up. At first it felt extremely uncomfortable, but I settled into his touch quit easy.
“It’s really bad to walk around in wet clothes being so cold,” he murmured into my ears.
I noticed how my throat got dry and how my knees were still shaking. More from shock than cold. He noticed too. He sat down and pulled me on his knee, wrapped in the blanket, with him rubbing my back and shoulders. It felt so nice I wanted to close my eyes but was afraid to do so.
A little moan escaped my mouth and I felt the blood gush to my face instantly.
“Feels good?” he asked, smiling a little.
“Yeah,” I admitted.
Suddenly his hands reached under the blanket, I felt his bare hand on my back. I gasped and he raised his eyebrows, mocking me.
“Just checking if you’re getting a little warmer, Gracie.”
Him saying my name made my stomach twitch once more. Suddenly the whole cabin seemed to be hotter than ever. I swallowed as his hands now rubbed directly on my skin. Every time his hands went up, they came down a little lower than where they had been the second before. His hands felt so good, my head was so heavy. I inhaled his scent and closed my eyes, resting my head carefully on his shoulder. His thumbs now grazed my sides, my hands ached to touch him too.
A sudden wave of reality check came over me, what the hell was I doing?
I lifted my head and our eyes met.
“What is this?” my voice sounded hoarse and I saw how his tongue slowly traced his upper lip. His long lashes were so close, he pulled me closer in his arms. His thumbs no longer grazing my sides, but tracing the outlines of my breasts.
“Jay, if you don’t stop this I might not be able to control myself,” I swallowed and tried not to focus on his strong muscular arms and the warm wetness that had started to form somewhere between my legs.
Sitting on the tip of the folding chair, he flipped my legs on either side of his, I was straddling him now.
“I’d love to see you loose control,” he whispered and I felt his hot breath on my face. His hands pulled at my lower back, making me grind his lap and I discovered something had started to form somewhere between his legs as well.

“We can’t do this,” my voice barely audible, my eyes focused on his lips.
“Oh yes we can,” he mouthed and suddenly a hand was in my neck, in my hair pulling me closer to his mouth. He placed tiny kisses around my mouth, making me shiver again.
“Still cold?” his lips moved against my cheek. His tongue traced my lips, I opened my mouth a little, letting him know I was ready, more than ready for him.
Slowly and gently, he pressed his lips on mine, kissing me smoothly first but when his tongue finally searched the inside of my mouth I inhaled deeply and moaned into his mouth. His kisses deepened, changing from faster to tantalizingly slow, sucking the tip of my tongue to nibbling on my lower lip.
His hand in my neck moved down my back to my buttocks, his other hand searching for a breast.
Without thinking, my hips had started to move against his stiff member in his sweat pants we both liked the friction it caused. The hand on my cheek controlled the speed of these movements.
His mouth moved downwards and I flung my neck backwards, arching my back to search for more resistance between my legs and enjoying how his warm mouth now covered my breast. Licking, sucking, biting and teasing he drove me crazy bit by bit.

I started tugging at his shirt and with one swift move, he pulled it over his head, throwing it somewhere in the cabin. Thunder rolled above our heads, rain splashed against the window and his tanned, well toned torso was now visible for me to enjoy. Not caring whether or not the blankets covered me, my hands found his upper arms, his chest, his small but always hard nipples. My nails tickled his skin, leaving little marks for him to be noticed later my hands trembled while I touched him, was this for real? He stopped kissing me and sat back, looking at me. My hands were still discovering his awesome body. One of my hands glided through his hair in the back of his neck, my other hand slid downwards over his chest and stomach towards the waistband of his sweat pants. I hesitated a little, I was so nervous I thought he could hear my heart beating. He’d already closed his eyes in anticipation and opened them again as my hand hovered somewhere near his belly button.
He covered my hand with his and guided me to where he wanted to be touched. I swallowed when his fingers intertwined with mine and our hands disappeared beneath his sweat pants, beneath his boxers. I enclosed my hand around his hard penis and he grunted a little, he guided my hand, slowly moving it up and down, squeezing tighter.
“Touch me Grace,” he moaned as he opened his eyes again to look me straight in the eye. A wave of lust washed over me, starting in my toes and exploding in my lower abdomen.
As our hands worked in unison, his blue eyes looked right through me. His tongue licked his lips again and I took in his features. He was so gorgeous.
He’d started moving his hips again, slowly pushing himself between the tight grip of our hands. His other hand moved from my buttocks to my thighs, his thumb tracing the black lace edge of my knickers, I bit my lip waiting for further explorations of that thumb. I felt him trace the outline of the damp spot that had formed in my knickers by that time, his thumb gently grazing my clit, I held my breath as he hooked his fingers in my knickers.

“These will have to go love,” he breathed.
We both stood up at the same time, letting go of each other. Our breathing was fast and I looked at his chest rising and falling, the sensual look in his eyes. I quickly removed my knickers and reached behind my back to unhook my bra, the blankets fell to the floor and I stood in front of him, butt naked. He gave me an appreciative look and my knees nearly buckled. He too removed his tracks and boxers and even though I had already touched him still was surprised by his size. His rock hard penis twitched against his stomach, little beads of pre-cum glistening on top. He sat down again and I straddled him, slowly lowering my hips on top of him as he quickly ran a finger through my wet folds, opening me up. I shivered to his touch, he grinned. The tip of his penis was now throbbing against my entrance, he was breathing fast obviously using every restraint he could find to not crash into me. Inch by inch, he slid in me. His swollen head first making me bite my lip, he grabbed my buttocks and massaged them trying to pull he down faster. I looked at his face as he slowly became one with me, feeling him twitch inside and grow even harder as I contracted the muscles in my vagina. When he was inside of me completely, and I sat in his lap again, I wrapped my arms around his neck pressing his chest against mine searching his warm mouth with my tongue. I slowly started to move and he had to come up for air during a kiss, inhaling oxygen through his teeth. I slowly grinded circles in his lap with him inside of me and it felt so good. His hands now pressed in my lower back as if he would be able to enter me deeper this way. I started moving faster, lifting my hips a little allowing him to slip out a few inches only to crash down on him again seconds later.

His arms wrapped around my middle and he started guiding my hips with his hands, lifting me higher and meeting my movements with his pelvis. When beads of sweat had started to form on his upper lip and the windows in the cabin had dampened. He took me in his arms and lifted me up, staying inside of me all the time. He walked through the back of the cabin, behind the curtain where I had just changed myself. There was some more floor space and gently he put me down on the ground, now slipping out of me which caused me to sigh and moan in protest.
He quickly covered my body with his and lifted one of my legs, his arms were on either side of my body, holding himself up as he lowered his hips to meet mine, I guided his hard penis that was slippery with mine and his juices once again inside of me. This time, he was teasing me. Just entering me a few inches he pulled back. I squirmed and protested. His legs kept my hips on the ground to prevent me from arching against him. Achingly slow, he entered me again and I nearly sobbed with pleasure, my breathing became faster and I felt my senses glowing for him. Hovering above me, he held himself there seeing me desperate for his hard penis to fill me up. In one fast movement he trust inside of me, only to slip out of me just as fast. A little cry escaped my lips.
“Please,” I started pleading, breathing fast, chest heaving.
“What?” he asked placing himself at my entrance once more.
“Please,” I panted again, not able to say any more.
He lowered his head, his mouth close to my ear.
“Beg me for it Gracie.”
The tip of his penis entered me.
“Oh yes, please, Jason.” I was able to cry, licking my dry lips.
“What do you want me to do?” he asked, torturing me with his dick.
“Ffffuck me,” I panted.
“Say it again,” he hissed in my ear.
“Jason, please, take me!” I cried as he came crashing down inside of me. He lifted my hips so he could enter me deeper as he slowly but steadily started to trust inside of me.
“Ah yes,” I nearly cried with pleasure. I was so ready that I knew this wasn’t going to take very long.
His whole body covered me now and I wrapped my legs around his back, trusting back at him in a perfect rhythm. The pressure of his weight felt so good and his breathing down my neck made my stomach do summersaults.
The sounds he made were nearly making me come, breathing heavy and fast, whispering my name with every trust he made, the little grunt that came from his throat every time our hips met.
I felt the muscles inside of me contract, felt how my toes started tingling. He moved faster and faster, deeper and deeper. I clung to his body, dragging my nails over his back, digging my heels into his lower back.
“I’m not going to last very much longer, love,” he panted in my face and I nodded in agreement. I was so close.
He picked up the pace even faster now, holding me so tight. His low animal like grunt filled the truck and when I felt his buttocks clench and he came inside of me I too fell over the edge, trembling around his warm dick and milking him for every drop. I cried his name as my muscles spasmed through my orgasm. I was floating through the sky, warm and fuzzy with sparks in front of my eyes.

Minutes later, when our breathing had become normal he pulled out of me. Making me shiver again.
“Feeling a bit warmer now?” he smiled kissing my lips softly.
I wanted to stay there for ever but of course I knew that was impossible.
“I need to get back inside,” he whispered, grazing my ear.
“I know, I need to get back too.” I replied.
The rain and hail had stopped. My clothes were sort of dry, at least they were warm.
We got dressed in silence and I already savoured the memory.

“See you tonight then,” he said as he rubbed his finger over my hand in one last affectionate way.
“Yeah, good luck.” I smiled and we both walked away.

I heard the screaming around me, the violin music coming from the B-stage announced the start of the concert. I kept looking at the main stage in front of me.
I stood at the front, in the middle. There was no way he would not see me.
The panels showed the world, zooming in towards England until the flags with the black Take That logo’s appeared on the screen.
Four men stood behind their desks, each of them wearing a black rosette with the logo engraved on it.

They stepped down from their desks and Jason caught my eye, he looked straight at me, not showing any emotions. I swallowed and shivered.
A black rosette was pushed in my hands at the end of the song as Jason ran past the front row. A message was written on the back.

“Truck 19, after the show. Wear something warm, it could get cold.”
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