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“Come on Steve, don’t be ridiculous. You wouldn't like it there”, Robin added more eyeliner, lips parted while she focused on the task.
“I have a quite large range in music taste you know”, Steve stood in the middle of the room, hands on his hips.
“Oh yeah? Which band says it more, Tears For Fears, Pet Shop Boys or Duran Duran ?” Robin snorted, putting the eyeliner finally on the tiny bag she would swing over her shoulder when she was done.
“Robin hey, I do listen to more than those…”
“Yeah yeah yeah, you listen to some radio too. But what you don't get is that Corroded Coffin is next level. For you, I mean. Besides, the crowd can get pretty rowdy too, so you’ll just get intimidated and want to leave”, Robin shrugged.
“You think you know me so well”, Steve rolled his eyes, fake hurt.
Robin spun around in the chair. “Fine. If you want to come, then you can. But, I will not leave before the show ends. And I am absolutely not going to babysit you if you feel like shit and can’t handle the loud music.”
“I can assure you I’m fine”, Steve nodded.
“It’s a deal then. But, you are not going in those clothes.”
“What’s wrong with my clothes?” Steve frowned and glanced down at his light blue jeans and the striped polo shirt.
“The jeans will do, barely”, Robin got up to rummage her closet, “but the shirt will absolutely not do.”
“But what’s wrong with it?”
“That you look like someone who listens to Duran Duran”, Robin tossed him a worn-out black t-shirt and a red plaid flannel.
Steve stared at the shirt. “But I do listen… Oh. Right.”
“Now hurry up, I want to be in the front row”, Robin shooed him to change the shirt, while she ran to find the earrings her mom had borrowed.
Steve shrugged and changed the shirt. It had a Metallica logo on the front and the fabric was so soft and faded that he knew Robin had used it many, many times. But, Robin had also cut some of the hem on the shirt and it was short, revealing a wide strip of his skin. He fiddled with the flannel shirt, wondering how he should wear it when Robin rushed back to the room.
“I can’t wear this.”
“Why not?” Robin took a step back and glanced at him.
“It’s short.”
“Well yeah, I sometimes crop my shirts. I used to wear it all the time on gigs. You look great in it.”
“But…”
“And now”, Robin grabbed the flannel and tied it around his waist”, you put this here to hide how squeaky fresh your jeans are.”
“Fresh?”
Robin pointed at her own jeans, which were ripped from the knees. “We don't have time to give yours the same treatment.”
“I wouldn't even want to. Why would I tear my pants intentionally?”
“Why wouldn't you?” Robin rolled her eyes and pushed him out of the room.
The drive to The Hideout wasn’t long, but it was long enough that Steve got nervous. Maybe it wasn’t a good idea. Maybe it wasn’t a place for him.
“Calm down! You’ll be fine”, Robin chuckled as they parked the car.
“Yeah well, I might not mind the music but these people creep me out”, Steve sighed tugging the knot on the shirt around his waist, and then the hem on the Metallica shirt.
“And I look like…”
“I swear to god… Stop fidgeting with the shirt. You look great!” Robin slapped his head and then grabbed his arm to pull him with her.
They pushed their way inside the club. It was hot, and the air was heavy with sweat and the sweet stench of beer.
“Front row front row”, Robin babbled and forced Steve to move faster.
When they finally made their way to the front, Steve’s eyes scanning the backdrop that had Corroded Coffin written on it in black letters, he poked Robin.
“So uh… It’s pretty crowded but like…”
“Yeah the band isn’t huge, or even big, but they do fill this place pretty nicely.”
Steve nodded and turned to watch the crowd. Most of them were men and wore black. Band shirts, leather, those funny jean vests with the patches on. Long hairs, curly hair, frizzy hair. The common thing seemed to be that every single one of them was waiting with excitement. Then even the last lights were shut down and Robin started to jump beside him.
“It’s starting!”
He turned around, as the crowd cheered loudly. The stage filled up with smoke and the drummer appeared behind his kit.
Glancing at Robin he saw how excited she was. Face lit up with joy and anticipation. She really loved the band.
Quickly the rest of the band joined the drummer and soon Steve realized they had a nice spot. The speakers were further away on the sides, and the stage was at perfect height. No guard railings, just them leaning on the edge of the stage.
The frontman took a wide stance on the center of the stage, just in front of them, and lifted his guitar in the air.
“Hello, you beautiful motherfuckers. We are Corroded Coffin and if you don’t know who we are, you will soon find out.”
A cheeky smirk spread on his lips, and then he took half a step back and strummed the first note on the guitar.
As the club filled with the music, that Steve had always thought to be too heavy for him, he realized that it wasn’t just the music. It was enjoying the music together. The people seemed to merge into one. They were one huge mass, having fun while the music made their hearts sing with joy.
Robin kissed his cheek and laughed while singing the song that told a story about a gravedigger. Or so Steve was reading into it.
He had been so captivated by the crowd and the shining lights that he hadn’t quite paid attention to the band. But as the frontman grabbed a bottle of water, took a sip from it and spit it out of his mouth in a sparkling spray, Steve realized he was screwed. He swallowed thickly, watching the drops roll down the man’s chin and on his chest, wetting his shirt. And then the man winked at him.
“Did you see that?” Robin yelled over the music.
“Uh… huh”, he nodded.
“I think he likes you”, Robin continued her tone teasing.
Steve felt his cheeks glow red. It was something he really had not seen coming.
The song changed to the next one and he tried to keep his eyes focused on the whole band. Not just to the frontman, whose fingers touched the guitar neck with both love and respect, while his hips swayed to the music. His lips looked soft and luscious, as the harsh lyrics flew out of his mouth. Maybe it was about murder and death, or maybe it was about lust and sex, Steve didn't care. He was pulled in, captivated.
He was a fucking rock god and Steve realized he was no better than any groupie.
“Okay so I think he really likes you”, Robin smirked and poked him again.
Steve shook his head laughing. The guy was practically standing over them, his feet on the monitor. And Steve tried. He tried his best that he wouldn’t have stared at the ripped jeans tight around the ass or the way sweat beads had gathered on the tiny cove above the man’s collarbones. Or how he licked his lips as he closed his eyes and focused on the words he was singing.
“We have one more left in us. But let's make it more interesting. Request a song and we will play it. If we know how to, obviously.”
“Watch Me Bleed by Tears For Fears, for him!” Robin yelled, pointing at Steve, before even thinking further.
“Alright, that was so enthusiastic, I think we need to humbly obey”, the man bowed, smirked and went to talk with the rest of the band.
“Robin what the hell! God damn”, Steve went all red and covered his face.
“Oh come on! You two are practically licking each other with your glances. I’m just giving you a little push”, Robin gave him a quick squeeze with a wide playful smile.
He rolled his eyes and ruffled her hair, causing her to chuckle and groan, but then the band was already ready to continue and Steve sighed.
“So, Watch Me Bleed it is!”
The band started, quite surprisingly playing it almost right. It’s not that he would have expected a metal band to even know such a song. Or maybe he was just too overwhelmed to notice any tiny errors.
Steve tugged his shirt, wondering why he felt suddenly so hot. Sweat had pooled on the small of his back, and between his shoulder blades pulling the shirt tight on his skin. His mouth went dry as the guy dropped to his knees, ignoring his guitar for a while to sing the second verse. He bent over, back arching, leaning in. Just there, for him. The microphone almost touched his face but Steve’s eyes were on the face behind it. The man was divine. His eyes were so dark Steve felt like he was being pulled into a secret world. On the surface, danced a distinct shadow of lust.
Here the table is not bare
I am full but feeling empty
For all the warmth it feels so cold
For one so young I feel so old
Steve let out a breath. He had no clue what the hell was going on but it felt like all the others had disappeared and there was only him and the frontman. The hand came to his collar, as the man played with the fabric. Then it was grabbed and his mouth formed a surprised O, as the man pulled it, forcing him closer and on his tiptoes. The lips were so close Steve could smell the cigarette and whiskey, and he wasn’t complaining at all. Now the words the man sang really could have been about anything. His eyes were going back and forth between the lips and eyes, while his whole body seemed to be tingling. The man teased him, just a mere inch between their lips, eyes fixated on his mouth that had fallen open.
The song ended rather abruptly, or maybe Steve just was so drawn into those dark eyes that he didn't quite realize it before the man leaned back and got up.
“Whoa”, Robin said beside him, in awe. “I think… He really likes you.”
Steve shrugged, trying not to stare. The man went to grab another bottle of water and talk with the drummer while the rest were unplugging their gear and about to move off of the stage. He glanced at the people around. They would have to wait a while before the crowd behind them would move towards the exit so they could leave.
Then suddenly the man was back there, crouching down in front of them. A breath got stuck in Steve’s throat as he realized the man was talking to him. Not them, not anyone else, but him.
“Did you like the show?”
He nodded, feeling like all his confidence had disappeared into the air thick with smoke and sweat.
“He doesn't go to metal shows, does he?”
Robin shook his head smiling.
And then the man leaned in, his hand now rather gently in the back of his head.
“Oh, by the way, my name is Eddie, what’s yours?” he whispered to Steve’s ear and Steve was sure his heart wasn’t keeping up.
“S- Steve.”
Of course, he was stuttering. And of course, the man heard it, bursting into a bright laugh.
“So Steve , I’d love to get to know you more. How about... join me in backstage for a while?”
“Oh uh… I…”
“Go go go!” Robin laughed and shoved him.
“Jesus… “ Steve rubbed his face, hoping he wasn't too flustered. “Alright.”
“Awesome”, Eddie gave him a hand and helped him up on the stage.
Steve gave Robin a final panicked glance and Robin responded by mouthing I’ll wait and then tilting his head, a soft smile on her face.
“This was our home town show, we are about to leave on a tour. So don't mind the others, they won’t bother us. They are probably gone already.”
What am I even doing here?
Eddie led him backstage which was technically just one rather tiny room down the corridor behind the stage, with a couch, some chairs and a table. The wobbly-looking table had some Cheez-Its and bottled water, while the rest of the room seemed like someone had blown a bomb. Random clutter everywhere, only the couch was empty.
“Cozy, right?”
It came out with a snort and a head tilt and Steve couldn't help but smile.
“Well I have never been on a backstage before so I have no idea what it's supposed to be like.”
“Oh really? With a tiny little shirt like that? I thought you’d have seen all the backstages in the world”, the guy smirked and tugged the hem of his shirt.
Steve was blushing. Again. Obviously, he should have known where it was going but then again he really hadn’t thought that a rockstar would want to have sex with him.
“What? Never been fucked by a guy before?”
“No, I… Never been with a rockstar before.”
“Oh, well that’s quite simple. We are just obnoxiously loud people who like to party and fuck slutty looking… well in my case, men.”
Eddie made sure Steve knew he would be the one doing the fucking. That this perfect little thing was his for tonight.
Steve stared at him gaping now. He could have lied if he would have said that that kind of talk didn't turn him on. He just wasn’t quite prepared for it. Just hours ago he had been quite sure Robin wouldn’t even let him come with her.
“Oh, darling... I have an innocent one, don’t I? We’ll see how that will work”, Eddie said, his hands now on his abdomen. The fingers danced on his sweaty skin, slowly coaxing him to relax. As he gasped, the other let out a tiny laugh.
Eddie grabbed him closer, bringing their bottom halves together. Steve was surprised to notice Eddie was already hard. But so was he, straining against the tight fabric of his jeans.
“You’re so pretty”, Eddie said, seemingly captivated.
Steve just stared, eyes wide, a dumb look on his face. And that caused the other to chuckle and shake his head.
“I want to see what that pretty mouth of yours does. Now, let’s take these off.”
And in a second both of their shirts were on the floor and he was pulled flush against the other. Eddie stared right into his eyes like he was trying to determine his state of mind. So Steve guessed. He was sure he looked confused and a bit timid, which wasn’t really a surprise as he had never been in a similar situation before.
Eddie didn’t waste time though. His fingers hooked the knot on the flannel that was barely hanging on Steve’s hips, releasing it on the floor and then the fingers continued with the jeans’ buttons. He revelled at the startled gasp the other let out. And right then, he had a perfect chance to dip his tongue between those delicious lips. Steve was barely keeping up. His hands were on Eddie’s chest, palms firmly pressed against the sweaty skin. As Eddie paused the kiss, he just tugged Steve’s jeans down with his boxers in one swift motion.
And then, Steve swallowed thickly as Eddie removed his rings, pushed them into his pocket and pulled down his own jeans. Steve didn’t know where to look. This rock god was standing in front of him, naked, staring at him like he could just eat him up.
“Shoes off. And pants off”, the other said, rather casually, and Steve almost fell on his face when he kicked off his shoes and kneeled to pull the bundled fabric off around his ankles.
“Oh. Oh. I like that”, Eddie said and grabbed his chin so he’d look up.
Except that he was quite distracted by the hard cock in front of him.
“What are you waiting for then?”
It came out breathy, laced with arousal. Eddie brushed his curls off of his face and cocked his eyebrow. Steve was determined now, in some way proud he was right there on his knees. But even more, very horny.
He grabbed the base of Eddie’s cock and gave it the first lick, like testing what was coming next. As he was met with an almost silent, awaiting gasp, he wrapped his lips around the tip. A hand sought into the back of his head. Just resting there, for now.
Sinking his mouth further down, enjoying the hard flesh, and weight on his tongue, he moaned around it. Hands now on Eddie’s thighs, just below his ass, he built up a rhythm to satisfy his eager desire. The rather quiet grunts and gasps Eddie let out were only feeding it up. Just like the hand now in his hair, pulling, making his scalp burn.
He wanted so badly to touch his own cock, but he guessed there was time for that too, later, so he didn't. Instead, he savoured the taste of Eddie’s cock, the feel in his mouth as he shamelessly let it sink into his throat.
And right now he was drooling, the spit rolling down his chin in a thin glistening trickle and as Eddie swiped the corner of his lip with a smirk and pushed his cock deeper into his mouth he was sure he’d pass out. Just from the pure burning thirst.
“You’re so easy. Such a little tease”, Eddie said, taunting him. “I should have guessed. When you were staring up at me, while I was performing, with those perfect doll eyes, cheeks all flushed and the pretty shade of red I was already dreaming of getting my cock between those perfect lips.”
Steve sucked Eddie as best as he could, twirling his tongue around the hardness, taking it deep and letting his throat do the work. He sucked hard, just to hear more of those needy grunts and praises that rewarded his work. But then the other pulled him off of his cock from his hair, and as he stared up to Eddie, letting out a tiny displeased whine as his mouth was empty now, the other laughed. It was rather embarrassing how quickly he was turned on. How much he craved for more.
“Jesus H Christ, I could watch this for ages”, the other said, staring at his red glistening lips and eyes wide with aching lust. Eddie’s grin was sharp as a knife. “Get up.”
He was forced up while he barely kept his balance, still the hand hard in his hair. A tiny strain of whimpers fell between his lips as Eddie walked him to the couch but when his back hit it, he was spun around.
“What a nice ass you got, Steve.”
The grip was hard, as the other was kneading his bare ass. He bent over the armrest, absolutely inflamed, greedy for the touch.
“You better have lube or…”
“What, I don't…” Steve gasped, freezing.
“Relax I’m just messing with you”, the other snorted a laugh. “Stay still and be pretty, I have lube and condoms somewhere.”
Steve's mind was going to all kinds of different places but his hard cock against the armrest was forcing him to focus here and now. He stared as Eddie went to a backpack he had, and searched for the items. Cheeks glowing red he watched then the other walk back to him, the tip of his cock glistening with his saliva and precum. He stayed like that, so very still, ass in the air and just absolutely aching to feel the hands on him again.
Eddie was back behind him, tossing the items on the couch in front of them. Steve gasped as he felt the hard cock press on his ass as Eddie ground against him. His knees were buckling from the extortion and rather a strange position but inside him, the aching need grew bigger.
“You know, as much as I like this”, Eddie swallowed thickly, “I need to fuck you. Right now.”
A shiver webbed through Steve and he had to use all his willpower to focus. His head was spinning, blood rushing in his ears, as he waited.
Eddie reached to grab the condom and tiny lube bottle. After quickly tearing the package open and rolling the latex on himself and just tossing the package aside, he continued with the lube next. With a squirt, he coated both his cock and fingers with it.
Steve let out a high needy whine as the thumb brushed his hole suddenly. The cold gel felt strange and so did the pressure but he had no patience in him today. He bucked his hips, needing more of the finger inside him. His cock twitched as the thumb sunk into him.
“Eager aren’t we… Whiny little slut. So perfect.”
Eddie had dipped down and whispered that straight into his ear. His eyes flashed open, the low, breathy words making his skin tingle.
The thumb disappeared and soon there were two fingers and now he couldn't stop the moan that erupted from his throat. Eddie was so hard against him, enjoying the friction and every tiny motion he did. Every tiny sound that fell from his plump lips.
“What should I do next?” he said, pumping the two fingers in and out of him in a slow rhythm, making him perfectly slick and ready.
“Please…”
“Oh no no, not good enough at all. I am sure you know how to beg better, Steve.”
His insides stirred, the need fighting with the idea of begging for such a thing. It felt humiliating and at the same time only made him needier.
“Fuck…” he mumbled.
“I can’t hear you”, Eddie teased, squeezing his ass hard.
“Please, fuck me Eddie. Please I need it.”
That came out as a desperate plea and Eddie responded with a half grunt half laugh. He loved when they begged. Nothing better than a pretty boy wanting his cock so eagerly he couldn’t even contain himself.
And then the fingers disappeared and Steve had just a fraction of a moment to embrace himself. As the other pushed the tip past the rim he let out a sharp gasp, burying his face down the couch, trying to muffle the moans he’d soon let out.
Because Eddie didn't waste any time. He gave Steve another moment to adjust to the stretch before he started to move, driving himself slowly further and further into the wet heat.
Not that Steve even cared. By now his cock was so hard it hurt. As Eddie grabbed his hips, finally burying himself to the hilt, he started to thrust his hips back. He needed more and he needed it right now.
“Oh god… You take my cock so well. Such a good boy.”
He trembled. Just with that Steve felt like he would lose his mind. The words went right to his own cock that was throbbing, in desperate need of attention. And, the chafe of the rough fabric of the couch didn't help at all.
His skin was burning under the rough hands on his hips, mouth dry from the gasps and moans, knees shaking. Eddie bent over him and kissed along his spine. Tiny, almost soft pecks. Until the mouth reached his shoulder where he found the tight muscle. Steve let out a long, low moan as the teeth sank into his skin. The burn was divine and he was sure he’d suffocate from the sheer desire.
Desperate curses spilt from his open mouth in one continuous choked string of words as Eddie grabbed his hair and wrenched his head back. It was hard to swallow now, his throat stretched taut. Then the lips were on the side of his neck as Eddie mouthed his soft skin. Nips and harder bites, and Steve kept moaning, now very loudly and the other let out a laugh.
“Fucking hell. Didn't know you’d be such cock hungry slut Steve.”
The naughty praise made him smile and flicker his eyes close. He licked his lips and focused on feeling every tiny little thing. Eddie fucked in him at a fast pace, driving him hard against the armrest and he clenched around the other as Eddie kissed his sweaty neck.
A gasp, a grunt. Steve listened to Eddie let out all kinds of tiny sounds of pleasure while the hand tightened in his hair, making his scalp burn. But it only sent a set of shivers down his spine. He was intoxicated. Full of hard cock and the bliss slowly building in him.
“I can’t take that much longer sweetie, your ass is too good”, Eddie mumbled against his neck.
Steve moaned again, bucking his hips against the other, craving for deeper contact. Surely he wasn’t ready for it to end. He felt the other sigh, his breath skating on his spine, while he gripped the cushions and arched his back.
And then the other pulled out and he let out a disappointed mumble.
“Poor thing… Turn around”, Eddie said with a snort and as Steve did, he was pushed to his knees. “Now… I want you to jerk yourself off and show me how much you love even the memory of my cock.”
He hadn’t even touched himself yet. Somehow he had forgotten it. But now, with the command, he was a good boy and took it in his hand. Thumb teasing the slit and making it slick with precum, he knew he was already very close. In fact, he would have probably been done if Eddie would have continued to fuck him. He moaned, shuddering now as he felt like teetering on the ledge.
Meanwhile, Eddie jerked off his cock, greatly relishing at the sight before him. Steve’s lips were plump and wet, his tongue darting to lick them occasionally, while he concentrated to chase the orgasm. His whole body was tense, his hand pumping his length at a fast pace.
“Eyes up here”, Eddie said, his voice gruff and strained with desire.
His eyes flashed open, eyelashes fluttering. Eddie stared down at him, a smirk on his lips. Steve had no idea how much Eddie enjoyed the view. What a perfect thing to be ruined Steve was. And as Steve climaxed over his own hand, a lovely jolt of electricity rushing through him and making him tremble, Eddie grabbed his hair hard forcing him to stay still. He spurted his cum almost instantly after, it raining on Steve’s face with thick ropes. Landing on his parted lips, eyelashes, flushed cheeks, everywhere. Steve had sunken in his own bliss too deep to even really realize what was happening. He shuddered and whimpered as Eddie pulled his hair again, just to get him to look up at him.
“Oh my. Such a pretty thing.”
Steve grimaced inwardly, but his lip curled to a smile anyway. A thumb came to swipe the corner of his mouth, pushing an escaped dollop of cum between his lips. He took it eagerly, sucking the thumb long after it was clean and moaning while he did it. Just because he knew that Eddie was loving the sight, eyes hazed with satisfaction and pleasure. Just because it sent an instant shiver down his own spine, and he was sure he wouldn’t forget.
“Damn… Where are my manners, sorry”, the other said then with a smirk and turned to fetch him something for wiping.
Soon Eddie tossed him a sweaty t-shirt and Steve rolled his eyes.
“As much as I’m loving your face covered in my cum, I am pretty sure you don't want to go out like that.”
“Thanks”, Steve mumbled, knowing Eddie was just teasing him. He wiped his face quickly and then sighed, noticing that he also had plenty to wipe on his hand, chest and abdomen.
They dressed up in silence, and Steve just waited for Eddie to give him another sly remark.
“Hey princess. I hope I’ll see you next time”, Eddie grinned widely as he was about to walk out.
“Maybe.”
Eddie snorted a laugh. “Oh come on, of course, we will. You’ll think about the rock star messing up your pretty face for the rest of your life.”
Steve turned around and was about to leave when Eddie suddenly grabbed him and pushed him rather roughly against the wall. A hand came on his throat, forcing him to stay still. Eddie brushed his thumb over his bottom lip and Steve felt like melting again. Then the other brought their lips together. The mouth was crashing on him. Hard and demanding, coercing Steve to just take it. Steve clung to Eddie’s shirt, letting him eat up his strangled moans. It didn't even need more than the hard lips on his and fingers squeezing his throat, surely leaving bruises behind, for him to get so horny again. He squirmed, feeling his pulse quicken as Eddie already paused the kiss.
“There. Are you satisfied?” Eddie said, breathlessly against his lips.
He nodded slowly, just as breathless, taking the last notes on how the rough fingers felt on his throat.
“Good. You better fucking remember me, princess. And you better wear that shirt when we meet again.”
Steve swallowed thickly, a blush creeping on his cheeks as Eddie gave him a last wink before he left.
He walked out of the club quickly, a bit ashamed, but more content and excited. Robin was waiting in the car, reading a book she always kept with her if it was possible.
“Oh hi! Did you have fun? What was the backstage like?” she greeted, staring at him.
“It was okay”, Steve shrugged and yanked his shirt down, strangely even more weirded out now by the bare strip of skin the shirt revealed.
“You sure? Because I think that’s not hair gel, Steve”, Robin said, trying his everything to suppress the laughter, executing poorly, and then finally bursting into such a loud laugh even a random dog walker glanced at them.
Shit.
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