“Here,” The tall dark haired man said, handing the bouncer a hundred dollar bill.
The bouncer took the money and pulled the red rope back, allowing that one person to pass. He kept his eyes on the man, making sure he went into the main entrance while he used the size of his body to hold back the ragging crowd.
Everyone wanted into this night club, everyone wanted to listen and watch to the music that was going to be played. But as some had expected, it was virtually impossible to get inside.
The front doors were pushed open and the man walked inside. Others stopped and watched as he moved across the floor. He was heading for a front seat, and a front seat was what he was going to get.
A little old lady was sitting in the center seat.
“Excuse me miss,” The man said peering down at her with his piercing blue eyes.
The lady looked up at him, jumping back in her seat. “Yes.”
“You’re in my seat.”
She shook her head, her eyes wide and then finally got up and walked away without so much of a fight. The man smiled at the young girl, unmistakingly the woman’s granddaughter, before he sat down. His legs stretched out before him and he put his head on the back of the seat; completely comfortable.
The place was dark, ready for the performances to begin. People filled in, most of them having to head upstairs to the balconies.
“Sucks to be them,” The man said to himself, causing the younger girl to look at the people he was watching.
He turned back around, eyes glued on the stage that was covered by a hanging curtain. This would be his sixth performance in a row. He never missed a chance to see his favorite musician at work.
It wasn’t like the guy was incredibly popular, well not yet any ways. The room in which they were sitting only held fifty people, with additional space for twenty people up in the balconies.
Most of the people waiting outside wanted to see the main act where as himself, he always loved what came before.
The side lights were dimming and the excitement grew. It was coming; he was going to be on that stage any moment.
Then all at once, the old curtains were drawn and the tall green eyed man stood center stage. He smiled at the audience, knowing that not one of them were here to see him. It didn’t bother him though, he just loved being there.
He introduced himself, waiting for the small applause to die down from the audience.
“The first thing I’m going to play is the first track off of my new instrumental CD. I wrote it myself, and am very proud of it’s outcome,” The guy explained. “Oh and in case y’all don’t know you can just call me Kev.”
Kevin ran back to his piano and sat down on the long bench. He stretched out his arms and then smiled, letting his hands fall to the white keys.
Music started to play out to the room, and everyone in the audience immediately grew silent. The people listened and Kevin played his heart out, his body moving along with the music slightly as his hands seemed to take on a mind of their own. He loved playing.
Several moments later, his set came to a slow end. He stood up, and waved to the crowd. A few people here and there stood up. One in which, Kevin recognized as a regular. He smiled at the man and then walked off of the stage, pushing the curtains away from his body.
Kevin thanked a few people backstage that told him what an awesome job he did, but he was used to their compliments. He wanted something new, fresh feedback.
He wished the main act, Tony Verchelly, good luck before he went down the small area set up back stage. It was sort of like a restaurant for people that would rather listen to the music then watch. Kevin seated himself at the bar and ordered his usual; scotch on the rocks.
He noticed someone sit down next to him, but didn’t pay much attention.
The stranger ordered a drink and Kevin could feel their eyes attempting to burn a whole into the side of his face. Sighing to himself, Kevin turned and instantly smiled.
It was the regular.
“Hey there,” Kevin said picking his glass up with steady hands. He tapped his fingers on the clear surface before turning back around in his seat. His body was leaning against the bar, his eyes moving over to watch the stranger as he was being watched in return.
“Hi,” The man finally said, giving Kevin a reassuring smile.
“I love your song,” He added. “It was brilliantly written.”
Kevin blushed and looked back down at his drink.
“I play piano myself…not as talented as you but I try,” The man said watching Kevin closely. “By the way my name is JC.”
Kevin glanced back over and slowly shook JC’s hand. “Nice to meet you,” He said and then sighed.
“You don’t want to be here do you?” JC asked studying Kevin’s face carefully.
Kevin’s mouth dropped open, wondering how this stranger could know that he hated being there. He hated not being the popular one people actually paid to see. Then he nodded.
“I thought so,” JC smiled. “Wanna get outta here?”
“Sure,” Kevin said pulling his wallet out of his back pocket. But there was money already on the table, JC had paid for both of their drinks and was waiting patiently for Kevin.
Kevin thanked him and followed him towards the exit.
“I have my car here if you want to take that,” JC said pointing to the red Ferrari parked across the street once they were on the sidewalk.
Kevin nodded. “Sure that’s fine. Where we going?” He asked as they stepped off of the curb.
JC looked at Kevin curiously, clicking the alarm button on his key chain. “My house alright?”
Without thinking, Kevin agreed. The alcohol always seemed to play with his mind.
The doors were unlocked and Kevin climbed into the passenger seat. He put his seat belt on slowly, and glanced over at JC.
He was a good looking guy, hair cut and everything falling into proportion. Kevin smiled at him and then let his head fall back against the headrest.
Sighing to himself, Kevin listened to the engine start up and the wheels start to move and pull them down the street.
It took about an estimated time of thirty minutes to reach JC’s park house. It had an 18th century look to it, red brick and white window trim. Pillars were on the front porch with a balcony on the second floor.
Kevin was in awe, how long he had envisioned himself moving out of his single bed rat hole of an apartment and someday living in a house as grand as this? Someday he always told himself.
“Come inside?” JC asked watching Kevin’s eyes take in the sight of his house.
Kevin’s hand found the release clamp to his seat belt and slowly got out of the expensive car. He waited till JC started walking towards the front door before he followed.
Lights were turned on immediately after the door was unlocked and JC offered to take Kevin’s coat.
“Don’t be intimidated because of my house,” JC whispered walking up beside Kevin. He stared at the side of Kevin’s face and then ran his hand softly down the unshaven part of his cheek.
“I want you to enjoy yourself.”
Kevin turned his head, watching JC move his hand back down his face again. “Ok,” Kevin managed to whisper, making JC smile.
JC’s hand grabbed Kevin’s bicep and pulled him into another room. “I have your CD,” JC said excitedly as he turned on a large stereo, speakers all over the room.
Kevin listened as his song blasted through the speakers, his body getting pushed backwards towards a long leather couch.
“I love this song,” JC said loudly over the music, his lips next to Kevin’s ear as he sat closely to him on the couch.
“Thank you,” Kevin replied watching JC.
JC shook his head. “No you don’t understand,” He said. “I really love this song.”
“I know,” Kevin smiled and then felt a pair of warm lips on his. He moaned softly and kissed the lips back.
JC climbed onto Kevin’s lap, his hands running up under the button up white shirt Kevin had on. Both men sighed and started kissing once again.
“I love your song…I love your song so much,” JC repeated over and over as he unbuttoned Kevin’s shirt. Kevin nodded, it was the only response his brain could think of while his lips were latching on some part of JC’s neck.
JC started kissing down Kevin’s throat, his hands fumbling with Kevin’s slacks. They were unbuttoned, and pushed down over his hips but not off completely.
“I love your song,” JC repeated absentmindedly. He pulled his own pants down and then kicked them off of his legs.
“Stop saying that,” Kevin whispered breathlessly, his head resting on the back of the couch with his eyes closed.
JC slid up close to him and then let his body fall down, taking Kevin’s hard erection right up his tight hole.
“OH shit!” Kevin screamed, lifting his head immediately as JC’s eyes squeezed shut.
Neither of them moved. It was JC who first started the movements, Kevin moaning loudly as his song continued to play; repeat was always JC’s favorite button.
JC moved up and down on Kevin’s cock, his hand moving quickly on his own.
“Oh yeah,” He grunted watching the spurts of pre cum shoot up.
Kevin’s heels dug into the carpeted floor, his hands on JC’s hips. “Shit…oh god!” He moaned his hips bucking forward. “More…damn it more!”
JC loved the sound of Kevin’s voice commanding to him more. He moved as fast as he could before he couldn’t take it anymore.
“OH fuck!” JC shouted as his body tightened up and he shot his load all over Kevin’s chest.
Kevin followed suite, his body releasing itself deep inside of JC’s body.
The two sweaty bodies fell over as one on the leather couch, Kevin’s song still playing.
“I love your song so fucking much,” JC smiled curling up against Kevin.
“Man,’ Kevin laughed. “Shut up.”

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