Black Hurricane

For the next two days, Dean would show up every night, either at the bar or at the table, and get a great vantage point to spy on me at work.He stopped trying to talk to me, but every second I knew he was there, it gave me such a headache.I really don't know what he's going to do when he recognizes me.If he's trying to apologize, there's no way I'll forgive him for what he's done.If he's trying to have sex with me on the basis of old affection, he's wasting his own time.

The stress of being around him makes me feel tired, and at the same time I can't sleep at night. When I close my eyes, I will see his face, his voice, or the past in my mind.

"Is that guy giving you trouble?" asked Downey, a tall, muscular regular in a leather chain.He pushed back the printed turban on his head over his graying hair and rested his large, hairy hands on the bar.

"I'm fine," I mutter, taking out a glass and pouring him his usual rum and coke.Then I defied the staff rules and poured myself a peach schnapps.

"I really don't like him and his group of sissy monsters taking over the bar. Last time I made sure it was 'Flying Frenchman', not some 'Flying Sissy', although the Frenchman and A sissy is no different." He scratched at his beard with his rough fingernails.

I chuckled and handed him the drink, and put away the bottle.I've heard the allusion that this bar had a stupid name, something called "Neuron", but one night the Bikers got into a fight with a group of French tourists; most of the French were thrown He went out and left this famous name.

"Don't worry, I know you're like them," Downey said, and I glanced over my shoulder.His eyes were on my ass, and he immediately retracted when he met my eyes. "It's just that I really don't like that kind of fancy stuff."

I really didn't know Downey liked gays.I mean, of course, there must have been a few bikers, but Downey really wasn't detected by my Kedar.However, the look in his eyes at this time told me everything accurately.

"If he dares to make trouble for you, just tell me, okay? We have to take care of our own people."

"Thanks," I said, a little surprised by the unexpected words.By "our own people," did he mean "our comrades in this bar" or "all of us regulars"?Anyway, it feels good to be accepted.

"Damn it," he whispered and walked away when a wave of young men poured in through the door.This time it's okay, this group of people are my friends.

When they saw me, they immediately smiled brightly.Rick, the tall redhead, was putting his hand on Benji's waist, and Benji's brown-haired head reached only Rick's shoulders, but they stood together perfectly.Eric, who was beaming with joy, grabbed the arm of the tall, dark and handsome Alex, who looked around and was dragged towards the bar.Sexy Terry, half Indian, with dark hair and mocha skin accentuating his white teeth, winked at me and ran to the Kal-El and Dean Where the bassist plays pool.

"What brings you here?" I asked them, as Eric, Alex, Benji, and Rick were walking toward the bar and taking seats on the stools. "You've turned this place into a total gay bar in one fell swoop. Don't know if bikers like it," I added with a smile.

Benji looked around at the old walls and furniture around him. "This place needs a good renovation."

"Don't hang around, guys. People here aren't what you're used to." My friends looked gay, with insider vibes all over their bodies, but the bikers could do nothing but sneak a few glances. , doesn't seem to dislike it very much.Heck, the way I see it now, bikers are synonymous with "gay"

"It's Benji who wants to harass you because you're always 'ramping' him," Rick said, before he was elbowed by his boyfriend, and Benji's face flickered momentarily. color.

"Hey, leave me alone," Benji said, his lovely face puckered up. "It was Eric who wanted to come over and take a look."

I glanced over at Eric, who gave Benji a slight push on the shoulder, and then he looked at me with those sky blue eyes. "Kal-El seems to mention that a member of a certain band became a regular here. Is that true?" He leaned closer and whispered in my ear seriously, "Even if he was a jerk in high school, I'm talking to him now Can I talk to you?"

I shook my head with a bitter smile and started preparing drinks for them.

"of course."

Eric had no idea what was going on between me and Dean.He just thought I thought Dean was an asshole.I guess he couldn't have imagined that my 'virgin certificate' was revoked by his rock god.

That's it.Towards the end of that summer, after a lot of physical exploration and touching, Dean whispered to me that he wanted to go further.I was terrified and had absolutely no idea how to go any further.I just know it must hurt.And it was really painful, it was so painful, he was about to do it in such a hurry that he almost forgot how I felt.Before that we have a short conversation...

"I don't know, Dean," I murmured softly, huddled under an oak tree, the dark green bushes blocking the outside world. "It sounds painful."

"No," he reassured me in the same soft voice, kissing my temples and wrapping me in his arms. "I'll fuck you first, then you fuck me. You're not afraid of a little pain, are you?"

"I don't think it's just a little pain..."

I'm not ready yet.But I really want to be with him, and I know it's something we'll do if we're going to be together.I just didn't expect it to come so quickly.We've only been making out together for a few weeks.

"It's okay, Jasper..." he whispered softly, kissing my neck. "You love me, don't you? You said so last week."

I was fourteen, immature and stupid.

"Then we are boyfriends?" I asked softly.

"Yes," he said, his green eyes gazing at me affectionately.

Something still didn't feel right, but he was someone I'd been wanting for almost a year, so I gave in.

That process was really hard, painful, and fast.I felt uncomfortable afterwards and didn't know what to do, so I said nothing while he gasped.Despite the pain and discomfort, I was excited because I had a boyfriend.Then he stood up, zipped up his trousers, and planned to leave.

"Wait a minute, Dean," I called to him.

"I'll let you fuck me next time, okay?" he said, pausing only a moment before leaving.

I just wanted to ask if he would come tomorrow, but he has never been in this factory since.But the story doesn't end there...

"Oh my god." Eric's small scream brought me back from memory. "It's really him."

I didn't even have to follow his gaze to know he was talking about Dean.

"Watch your boyfriend, man," I said to Alex, who was holding Eric tight. "He was really dazzled by that scumbag's starlight."

"Looks like he's not the only one," Alex said, with a grin on his face, motioning me to see Benji and Rick staring at Dean with their mouths open.

I was hoping that Dean wouldn't pay attention to the fans at all, but he looked over right away and smiled at my friends.Especially to Eric.He held out his finger in an inviting gesture, and immediately received another scream from Eric.

"Be careful." I squeezed Eric's thin biceps to prevent him from falling into Dean's calculations.

"Be careful?" He turned to look at me. "That's Dean McQueen!"

"Yes," I said, leaning closer. "He's still a scumbag. You don't know how scumbag he is. So be careful."

"Maybe he's changed since high school. I've changed anyway," he laughs. "Wait, isn't he still trying to pick on you?"

"Kind of," I whispered, grabbing a bottle and filling glasses for Terry, Kal-El, and Lucas, who had just finished a round of pool.

"In this case, why don't you give him a chance? If you try to understand, you will find that he may be a good person."

I've gotten to know him, and I'm bruised and bruised by it.But Eric didn't know it.How much should I tell him?We're friends, we've shared so much together, and we've had sex with one another, but I haven't told anyone what happened at that time except Kal-El.I think Eric wouldn't be so infatuated with Dean if he knew, but even if I were determined to tell him, now wasn't the time or the place.

"He's a rock star, use your head," I replied. "How could he not be an asshole?"

Eric pretended to pull his face down at me. "Rock stars are human too." He grabbed his drink and dragged everyone around him to sit down at Dean's table.I watched resentfully as they started chatting and laughing.

Kal-El shook his head. "He'll teach you a lesson."

Terry's light brown eyes flicked over me. "Is everything okay?"

"Well, it's okay," I spit out a few words.Wilder called my name and turned to signal me to come on stage.

bother.Dean has been listening to it for two nights straight.The same goes for his bandmates and the gang.The scene of thunderous applause and cheers made people think that I was performing on an occasion with thousands of people.I'm supposed to feel vain gratification, but all I feel is embarrassment, and with each burst of applause, the Bikers complain more about "sissies" - that's what they call those flesh-and-bloods.Maybe if things go on like this, Wilder should really change the name of the bar. Instead of "The Flying Frenchman," it could be "The Beaten Band Guy," or "The Breathing Flesh."I'm pretty sure the biker's big thick hands can choke those little thin necks in a matter of seconds.

I threw the towel in the sink and got on stage.You don't need to look to know that everyone's eyes are on me, because I can no longer hear the voices of "Black Hurricane" members chatting.Damn, are they really looking forward to my performance?

When I got on stage, I picked up the guitar, sat on the high chair, and raised one leg to support the instrument.Tried a few notes and it sounded pretty good, but I have no idea what to sing.I looked up to see Eric and the group sitting at Dean's table, but Dean was nowhere to be seen.Not anywhere else in the bar, it looks like he has already left.Or it's just a small solution.I hope he's gone, but I don't think I'm that lucky.

The surroundings became more and more quiet, and I slowly exhaled.Come on, what are you going to sing?I just went to Spider-Man this afternoon with Kal-El, and Chad Kroger's "Hero," which I sang with Dean, is in my throat.Anyway, since Dean is not here now, let's go all out.

Note ①: Hero, by Chad Kroeger.

I leaned into the microphone and started singing, strumming the guitar softly.The companions and the flesh and blood sat motionless.I closed my eyes and isolated my surroundings, and the tension slowly disappeared with each word I sang.

End of first paragraph.I prolong the interlude a bit, and just about to sing the next verse, a low, husky voice joins in.I kept playing without singing, and turned to see Dean walking towards me, singing the next verse.

Holy shit, he sounds great.

I join him in a slightly higher pitch, and our voices mingle, as ever.His voice and mine interweave into a harmonious timbre.We all have different voices than we did when we were young, so the tone is not the same as before, but better.The fiery gaze he cast on me made me almost forget my words.

Damn, this is not good.Especially when he gets close to me.His thin buttocks stretched in leather pants swayed to the beat of the music.Oh, his lips.Not too thick, not too thin, just right.The corners of his lips are slightly raised, adding sexiness to his smirk.

At the end of the song, Dean leaned closer to me, staring straight at me.Damn it, I couldn't help but feel a suffocation in my chest.I cleared my throat and looked away.The bar erupted in applause and cheers—not just from my mates and fraternity, but from the bikers as well.Apparently they like Dean McQueen.Of course they liked it.I'm the only one who, for personal reasons, has always disliked him, but even I have to admit that Dean's singing is fantastic.Although this song is not the heavy metal or alternative rock that Dean often sings.

Another member of “Black Hurricane”—Yin Shaolin—stepped onto the stage and reached out to me for a guitar.He smiled and winked at me, dark eyes with a nasty gleam.I happily handed him the guitar, and was about to jump off the stage when I was stopped by two hands.One pair from Dean and one pair from Maxim, the drummer in the band.

Yoon looked up to the microphone. "Sing with us."

"Oh no, I don't—"

The crowd started cheering, yelling beats and urging me, "Sing-sing-sing," and pumping their fists in the air.Another group of people from other places came to the bar.Wilder was busy in the back kitchen, helping Jordan to receive guests.He paid me no attention at all, and waved me to stay on stage, obviously pleased with the new business.The only one who was not moved by the atmosphere was the platinum-haired showman, who was sitting behind with a small glass of wine with a displeased expression on his face.

Lucas, a band member with a blond road face, strummed the bass, and Maxim took his place behind the drum kit.

"What the hell, Dean?" I shook his hand away. "I can't sing any of your songs."

"Then let's sing something else." The smug smile on his lips made me so angry. "You know this one for sure," he said, nodding at Yin.

When Yin started to play Metal's "Nothing Else Matters ②", I couldn't help the bitter and sweet memories pouring out of me.Dean and I sang this song many times, and we perfected the duet part.

Note ②: Nothing Else Matters, by Metallica.

He smiled, raised the microphone to his lips, and leaned close to me, trying to catch my eye while I tried to look away.

Maxim beat the drums.

It's a rock and roll and Dean knows I love it.The bastard.I secretly wondered whether to sing or not, and then began to sing the next part.Before I started to sing the next verse, I saw his white teeth flashing towards me, and our eyes met in a flash.God he looks at me like a hawk.He was so close that I couldn't take my eyes off him.He was only an inch taller than me, and he could lock my eyes without looking down, and I swallowed hard, trying to moisten my parched throat before it was my turn to sing.

Note ③: One inch=2.54cm.

The crowd in the audience sang with us, and the bikers sang louder than anyone else.Many lighter lights flashed in the air.Many mobile phones are also facing us, maybe they are taking pictures.What do I look like standing next to him?A shy fan?I can't bear it.

As I continued to sing, I pointed at Dean and pressed my fingers against his chest, crumpling his T-shirt and rubbing myself into the song.I put Dean on the stool and leaned over to sing to him.When Dean looked at me, the usual smirk faded from his face. His lips were slightly parted, and he reached into my shirt to touch my waist, but I walked around and walked behind him.

Dean forgot the words, and I sang the last line, singing the first few words in his right ear, and blowing the last few words into his left ear.

When the last guitar sound faded away, the huge cheers from the small bar almost shattered my eardrums.My friends gave me a standing ovation, and Dean reached out from my waist and gave me a tight hug.

Well, this—singing together—might be fun, but that doesn't mean I have to forgive him.Hugs are out of the question.

"Your voice is better now," he whispered in my ear. "Have you ever thought about developing a singing career?"

I raised my eyebrows at him and withdrew from his arms.Then he jumped off the stage while everyone was deciding what to sing next.When a group of people saw me at the bar, they congratulated me excitedly, as if it was an honor that I had just shared the stage with "Black Hurricane".Honestly, even if I did get a little fun out of it, I'd like to call it a night, especially since Dean starts singing another song that's probably "Black Hurricane" about some horny dude trying to get fucked .He stared at me the whole time, which didn't surprise me at all.

Damn.Should I apply to the court to ban him from my side?If this continues, I won't be able to work properly.Don't they need to rehearse for their concert?Fuck, I hope they don't stay in Boston after the tour.

"Are you okay?" Kal-El asked from over the bar.

I gestured to Wilder to rest, and he nodded reluctantly.I told my other friends that I was going away for a while while I dragged Kal-El into the back kitchen.