Black Hurricane

On the way back, Terry didn't speak.He drove straight to my apartment and followed me upstairs.

"What happened?" he finally asked.I had just taken off the new clothes Eric bought me and put on my drawstring pants and an old t-shirt - two things I managed to salvage from the pile of old clothes that Eric was going to throw away from.Terry hands me a cup of tea and curls up on the couch with me.

"We did, sort of."

Terry spouted his tea and stared at me.I couldn't help giggling, but stopped right away.

"He gave me a cock while we were practicing. God, this is..." I closed my eyes and laid my head on the back of the couch. "... the best orgasm I've ever had."

Terry didn't say a word, so I opened my eyes and turned to look at him.The corners of his mouth curled up to hide a smile.

"what?"

"You're in love with him," Terry said in a low voice, exaggeratedly.

I closed my eyes again, turned my head back, and kneaded the bridge of my nose.

"You're in love with him," Terry repeated, loudly this time. "Jess, you're in love with him."

"Well, well! Maybe, but I can't be with him."

"I don't understand." Terry put his mug on the coffee table. "I thought you hated him. He used to be an asshole to you. What happened to change your mind?"

I sighed, grabbed a handful of Hershey's Kiss, and recalled to Terry what Dean had said to me last night.

"Then you believed it?" Terry responded flatly.

"Yes, I believe it. He speaks in a very sincere tone. If you were there, you would understand." I said as I sucked the chocolate bar into my mouth.

"Whoa," Terry said, resting his head on the couch, with a wistful smile on his face.He was a hopeless romantic.Although he is a romantic who loves BDSM, all romantics in the world are the same. "I can't believe I'll live to see you locked up." He raised an eyebrow at me. "I mean, without playing tied."

I laughed out loud. "I'm not stuck."

"why?"

"How can you possibly develop a relationship with an international rock star? How can you trust that he won't be sleeping around? You know what they're like: sex, drugs, rock 'n' roll."

"Are you thinking in stereotypes?" Terry asked, a smile in his light brown eyes.

"you know what I mean."

"Did Dean do drugs?"

"No," I admitted reluctantly, knowing why Terry brought it up.

"Does he drink?"

"Don't drink. He never orders alcohol at the bar."

"Well, I know he's done both. He's even been in rehab."

"so?"

"So if he can control himself to stay away from this stuff, how do you know he can't control himself to stop messing around - if he really loves you?"

I took another "Hershey's Kiss" away, held it in my mouth and sucked it for a while, then licked my fingers clean.

"What if he doesn't love me anymore?"

"What if you don't love him anymore?"

"You mean?"

"Love is risky, baby. If you never take risks, you'll never find your happiness. Would you accept a life without even a happy relationship? Even if it might won't last long."

I looked at the ceiling for a while, then picked up another chocolate and threw it into my mouth, then rinsed the chocolate in my mouth with warm tea.

"I'm not like you. You've been in love several times. I've only been in love with someone else once. Well, twice, but with the same person."

Terry tucked his feet under his ass and took a chocolate from my hand.

"Yeah, but I don't think I've ever had a love like this between you and Dean. In Kal-El's words: Your love is epic, it's hard to buy, and it's worth not taking the risk." Yes. You have to learn to trust."

I dropped the remaining chocolate on the floor and slumped back on the couch, putting my feet up on the coffee table.

"I just don't know him well enough."

"Baby, go and find out."

Terry stayed with me for a while.We watched Enchanted Cinderella together, the DVD was a long time ago when Terry stayed here at a get-together, and before that we watched a few episodes of Kal-El's Stargate: Atlantis ", Terry refused to give up, and insisted on letting Karl-El watch a romance movie, but he couldn't succeed in the end.Kal-El is the least romantic person I know.

About halfway through the movie, Terry got a text message.

"You really should charge your phone," he said after reading the text with a bright face.

I waved my hand in the direction the phone usually sits. "It's on, it's just turned off." I turn it off when I want to be quiet, usually as soon as I get home.

"You know there's an option called 'mute,' right?" Terry handed me his phone. "Looking for you."

On the small phone screen, black letters flicker on a light blue background.When I saw clearly who the text message was from, my breathing accelerated suddenly.

Dean: Is Jess with you?I need to talk to him.

Terry: Yes, wait a minute.

Dean: Jess?why did you leave

"How did he know your number?"

Terry shrugged. "Maybe Benji gave it to Yin. I don't know."

"Okay, how does this work?" I asked, looking at the touchscreen in bewilderment, my heart hanging in my throat.My phone is an old model and I've never typed on a touchscreen.

"You only need to enter letters, and he will automatically suggest words. It's very convenient."

I started typing, rather awkwardly.I don't understand how Eric can type so fast.

Terry: No choice.sorry.

Dean: Are you okay?

I was silent for a minute.What should I tell him?How to explain my panic?

"Just tell him you're not ready for the last move with him," Terry said, leaning his head over and looking at the phone screen.

Terry: I'm not ready yet.

silence.

Dean: Sorry.I didn't intend to do that.

Terry: I understand.Just don't do it next time.

There was another burst of silence.I held my breath waiting for his reply.

"If he cared about you, he'd text back," Terry said, staring at the screen in my hand.

"Maybe," I whispered, pain and anxiety in my chest.Only when the new information popped up did he finally breathe a sigh of relief.

Dean: OK.We won't anymore.I'm very sorry.

Terry: It's my fault too.

I am right.I could have stopped him, but I didn't.

Dean: Are we okay?

Terry: It's all right.

Dean: See you tomorrow then?

Terry: OK.

Terry had a big grin on his face.He tapped my shoulder and took the phone back. "I told you he would write back."

"Never mind him." I nestled back on the sofa and couldn't help grinning.What am I doing?

***

The next few days passed in a blur.We rehearsed for a long, long time, and my friends did shifts with me.Now I'm confident enough without them, but I feel like they're enjoying being with the band, so I can't bear to tell them that.Even Adam and Jesse seem to enjoy watching us rehearse and love that we hung out after rehearsal last night.Since I mentioned Lee that day, I haven't seen any flesh and blood.I figured it must be Dean who wouldn't let them come again.

Speaking of Dean, he never spoke to me after that.He would stare at me for a long time, but that was all.Maybe I had the same look on my face when I looked at him.We didn't have much time to chat between rehearsals, so we didn't bring up our...whatever relationship.

Tonight is a big day, a show day.Assistants scurry around me with clothes and makeup while I scan my notes.I've been having trouble remembering the lyrics and just got them all fluent last night.

Suddenly, I couldn't remember where I was supposed to be on the stage.Should I be on stage for the first song or the second?Who is the one who gets me the towels and water?Fuck, my voice is so dry now, I don't think I can sing anymore.

"Are you okay?" Dean asked, his low, soft voice coming from behind me.

I jumped up like a frightened cat and looked at him with wide eyes.

he laughed. "You can do it, okay?"

"Yes," I replied hoarsely through my dry throat.Then my eyes were drawn to his sexy attire: bare chest, tight leather pants, necklace bracelets, knee-high boots with shiny buckles, black hair styled casually around his face, heavy black eye makeup, Faintly glossy lip gloss... I couldn't help swallowing my saliva quickly.

He walked straight up to me and forced me to back up against the wall.

"What are you doing?" I watched his muscles relax under the tattoo. "what do you want?"

"You won't give me what I want."

I looked up to meet his eyes. "You want to fuck my ass?" It was supposed to be sarcasm, but it sounded weak.

A smile formed on Dean's lips. "Yeah, but I'm in no rush. You told me to wait. What I want most..." He leaned closer, pinching my chin and lifting my head, "...a kiss. "

A trembling breath exhaled from my lips, and I met his eyes.The sound of my heartbeat came to my ears, and my body was trembling.The lower body reacted in the tight pants that couldn't be tighter.

"Please..." He lowered his eyes halfway and whispered.

My mind was in turmoil, trying to figure out a reason why I didn't want to kiss him.What did he just say?I told him to wait?That's it: I'm not ready to be with him.

Dean moved a little closer, but I turned my head away.

"I can't," I said out of breath, heavy in my chest.

Without further arguing or pleading, Dean just laid his forehead against mine.

"Okay," he said softly.

"Guys, here we go," Yoon called after Dean.

"Come on," Dean shook my hand.Even though I was so hard down there, no one noticed because everyone was running around and I followed him to the entrance of the stage.We waited for the opening band to finish, I was in a dark corner with the mic in hand, no one could see me.

"Take it easy," Dean said. "Ellie will give you hints, like we rehearse." We held hands like that until Dean gave me a final firm shake.He gave me a warm smile, let go of my hand, and walked onto the stage

A tall girl with a high ponytail walked up to me.She handed me a bottle of water.

I swallowed uncontrollably as Dean took his place.I was still shaking, but not because of Dean, but because I heard the screams and cheers from the crowd, just roaring across the stage.My dick wilted at record breaking speed.

"Excuse me, how many people are there?" I whispered to Ellie in a hoarse voice.

"About [-], but this performance will be broadcast live, so to be precise, the whole world should be watching."

"My God," I whispered, feeling my blood drained from my body.I'm going to be a light little gig in the future - it's easy to make money on that.Now it seems that it is not so easy.

She gave me a look that made me want to drink water again.

"It's all right. You're stunning at the bar. You and Dean are a natural pair for the stage."

I'm only now reminded of meeting Ellie in "The Flying Frenchman".She is one of the flesh and blood group.Some of them seem to be working as assistants, so they are actually staff, not flesh and blood.

"There were only about fifty people in the bar," I pointed out.

"Yeah, but you can't really see the crowd when you're on stage. The lights are too bright. So it's just like you did in rehearsal last night. You were great last night."

Suddenly a red light came on, and everything went crazy.When the band sang the first two songs, I didn't even feel like my body was my own anymore.Watching Dean walking around on the field, watching him singing so close to me, although what I saw was basically the back, but it was also unique.He is a tiger, swinging his muscular body and twisting his hips to the music.

Ellie pushed me twice before I realized it was time to play.

What are you singing?

Hold……

Ellie pushed me again and I didn't move.The band has started to play an interlude, but I can't move.I thought I was going to go up at the end of the interlude, but they extended the interlude.Is it because I'm not on stage yet?

Dean turned to look in my direction, he couldn't see me standing in the dark corner.He held out a hand to me, and as if by magic, I walked towards him.It felt like an out-of-body experience: I saw my body move slowly, stepping to a beat with every step, miraculously not tripping over the floor.When Dean smiled at me, I just snapped back, and he seemed genuinely happy that I was in the spotlight.I stopped a few steps away from him, and the world seemed to disappear, and it was just me and Dean.The headset in my ear reminds me to show up to the audience.A headset would help me hear the accompaniment and my own voice, and I would start singing "The Whore of Hades."According to our rehearsals, Dean would come in at the chorus, and then he would sing the next verse, and then we would sing the chorus again at the end.The duet sounded playful because my high note overwhelmed his low, reminding me of an old Viking tune.We were supposed to move around on stage, but we just stood one step apart and sang together.

"Hey everyone, this is Jess!" Dean yelled into the microphone after the song ended, and raised my hand high in the air. I could hear the screaming and cheering, but I could only see the closest thing to the stage. human face.Dean shot me another smile, and I couldn't help smiling back.My heart calmed down and my hands stopped shaking.I can do it.

Maxim beat the drums, and we started the next song, "The Most Dazzling Rock and Roll Style."

"Do you really want me?" I tease into the mic, like in rehearsal.

"Miss it," Dean replied.

"Then come and catch me." I ran back with a wicked smile on my face.The crowd went wild again.

Dean stood where he was and sang the words out loud.As he walked towards me, I responded with all my heart.When we got to the chorus, he started walking around me.

I'm going to make you rock,

to fill your soul,

to make you fall in love with me,

Totally out of control, baby.

He began to improvise, he held my face in his hands, and ran his fingers across my neck, accompanied by Yin's guitar solo.Dean danced against me, running his hands down my crotch and back against me.

When I sang my part, Dean came around behind me and slid his hand over my shoulder all the way to my bare chest.I raised my hand to caress the back of his neck, completely out of pre-planned.Dean grunted comfortably into the microphone, which was also not planned, but fans really liked it.

At the end of the song, Dean's face was close to me.The fans were chanting: "Kiss, kiss, kiss!" But we had already agreed not to kiss.Dean had indeed stuck his tongue out.The itchy and wet touch ran across my lips so fast that I didn't even have time to escape.This kiss made me dizzy and trembling, and I almost couldn't help kissing him back, but he let me go with a smirk on his face.

During the intermission, it was the host's turn to take the stage, and I rushed into the changing room.The staff came around to strip me of my clothes and put me in new ones, Ellie dried my sweaty chest so I could change into a black vest that was only meant to be worn.Really, it's almost as if I didn't wear it, because the tank top is like a fishnet stocking with big holes in it, so it's more like I have a bunch of threads on my upper body.Then they did my makeup and hair again, gave me a few sips of water, and I ended up back in the waiting area with everyone else.

"You did a great job," Yin said, a smile spreading across his face.

"Funny, isn't it?" Maxim said from the sofa, with the two girls on his lap.So he's not gay, he's bisexual.

"Yeah," I admit with a goofy grin, which fades away when I catch a glimpse of Lee clinging to Dean's side.Apparently he was the one who handed Dean the towel, and Dean shooed him away even though he was busy helping him with the gel.

I raised my eyebrows.

"Wait until the next concert is over," Dean answered my silent inquiry.

God, what am I doing?I want exclusive rights over him when we're not even friends with benefits, let alone a relationship?If I go on like this, he will have expectations of me.As before, I hated seeing Lee cling to Dean.Why is he still haunted?There was more than one person in the band, why did he have to pass a towel to Dean?

"Why are you kissing my mouth on stage?" I asked, maybe a little deliberately trying to provoke Li.I never said I was a white lotus.

"I didn't," he said innocently. "My lips are quite dry, and I accidentally touched you when I licked them."

Everyone else burst out laughing.Lee looked at me with a scowling look on his face.Although I felt the sting of frustration in my heart because of Dean's sophistry, even if it was just a joke, I still gave Lee a triumphant smile.He pretended not to see, and rushed out of the room angrily.

"Don't worry," Dean said. "He knew it. Coleman wanted him to stay until both concerts were over. Lee was doing things for him."

Yes, he knows it well, but it doesn't mean he will be willing.

"Don't Let Me Go" was the last and probably the coolest song of the night.It is a very energetic and heavy metal song both in terms of musical form and Dean's singing style.I was in charge of singing the main lyrics and the chorus part in the middle, using my own natural voice, no heavy metal feeling at all.

Dean plays a creature from the dark world, looking for something, looking for it on stage.And I was the one he was looking for.

Dean crouched across the stage in brown and white paint, low boots and a cloth over his hip, and sang:

"Whoa waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah," Dean's voice was low, raspy, and demonic.His voice seemed to be backing the entire song—like a semi-human instrument—but he stopped when I started singing the chorus:

don't let me go

Give me what I want.

Come back to me and heal my soul,

Kiss me tenderly.

When I sang the chorus for the last time, Dean continued his harmonies, but when he found me in the middle of the stage, his lyrics changed and his voice became more urgent:

Oh, don't let me go--don't let me go!

Oh, don't let me go--don't let me go!

At the same time, the band behind us suddenly started playing loudly, and I can only imagine what a great show it was.Maxim did not stop playing the drums as the song ended, but continued to hit more pure and powerful drums.Dean and I put down the mic and strode around each other in circles, approaching each other like predator and prey.The moment the drum beat stopped, Dean stretched out his arms and pulled me into his arms. His arms wrapped around me so tightly that our lips were almost touching.

"Don't move," said Coleman's voice.I almost looked back to see where he was, but Dean's hand was on the back of my head, holding me still.

It wasn't planned, or I just wasn't informed.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Coleman walking onto the stage, microphone in hand.He was standing next to us with my back to him.

"Ladies and gentlemen. Mr. McQueen waited eight years to get a kiss from the man he loves. You can help him get what he wants!"

I gasped for breath and glared at Dean.He frowned and looked at Coleman, but Coleman didn't seem to want to meet his gaze.Instead, he walks half a circle so that Dean's back is turned to him.

"I swear I don't know anything," Dean whispered to me, his eyes apologetic.

Coleman continued his speech. "As you know, this is a charity show. We are still a little short of the target amount." He said, pointing to the screen showing the amount of money.With Dean in the way, I couldn't see what the number was.Then Coleman said to the camera: "You can call the number on the screen to make a donation, so that Mr. McQueen will die without regret."