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smackenzieLaurie was late to the sound check at Underworld because he'd promised to take Danny to the club and then bring him back home after Steerpike had finished their set. Their mom had made Laurie promise to take Danny right home, and Laurie had made Danny promise not to take any drinks from anyone, he didn't care how cute they were, and it was only because they'd both agreed to those conditions that Danny was allowed to go at all. Laurie said if Danny wanted, they could stay for part of the Mintyfish set and just tell their mom that Steerpike started late and breakdown took longer than expected.
"Mom'll see right through that," Danny said.
"So? It'll get you more time in the club."
"Maybe." Danny shrugged. "I don't really care about Mintyfish. It's Steerpike I wanted to see."
"Oh. Well, then I'll just take you home." And now that Laurie stopped to think about it, that was probably the best idea. He was half expecting Parrish to show up at the club, and if this show went the same way most of their shows had gone lately, by the time they were finished with their set he'd be wound up and restless and horny, and there was no better way to burn off that kind of energy than a good vigorous fucking. And if Laurie had to worry about where Danny was and when he had to be home, he wouldn't be able to enjoy it quite as much.
As it turned out, being late for sound check just meant he and Danny were spared Bran and Lea bitching to the club about the fact that management hadn't even planned for them to have a sound check. At least the promoter had done a decent job of announcing that Steerpike had replaced Fifteen-Cent Solution, otherwise Bran really would have hit the ceiling.
It was a testament to Underworld's sound guy that Steerpike sounded as good as they did, and the crowd fortunately didn't seem to mind too much, although Mission was right and a lot of them were there for Mintyfish anyway.
From his position on stage Laurie kept an eye out for his half brother, who jumped around and danced for the faster songs and kind of swayed in place for the slower ones, and about halfway or three-quarters through the set he'd picked up a dance partner, a stocky boy with bleached hair and an Eden U t-shirt. They looked like they were having a good time, and Laurie was pleased.
The crowd sang along to "I Love Rock and Roll" and Laurie realized three members of Lea's lesbian fan club had made it after all - he'd been a little concerned that not enough Steerpike fans would know about the last-minute lineup change, and he knew how much Lea appreciated her female fans. She tended to attract boy fans, the kind of alternaboys who were attracted to female bass players in otherwise all-male bands. They all thought she was hot, which baffled her, annoyed her, or stroked her ego, depending on how they phrased it and how she was feeling that night. The lesbian fan club thought she was hot too, but they came at it from a completely different angle, and Lea just liked them more, maybe because they were girls and weren't obviously trying to get in her pants. They were a little more subtle about their desire.
Laurie also saw Parrish, who'd brought his camera and seemed to be almost more interested in getting good photographs than in enjoying the music. Not that Laurie minded - it meant Parrish had come to see him, and he couldn't argue with that. His dick couldn't argue either.
The show clipped and bounced along until "Behind Blue Eyes," Bran's tribute to Gunther Glassman, when the crowd fell mostly silent. The song was a switch after the speed of "Bluesky" and the bounce of "The Girl in the Coffeeshop" and people were temporarily caught off-guard by the uncharacteristic cover - that and Bran's brief introduction, anouncing that they'd buried a friend of theirs that morning, a dedicated member of the local music scene, a drummer and arranger and sometime producer and all-around decent human being. Laurie just knew Lea was tearing up behind him, as he stood next to Bran to play accompaniment. Later she was probably going to remind him that she never ever wanted to do for him what Bader Glassman had had to do for his brother.
The show didn't feel the same after that, and by the time they moved into "Sweet and Low" Laurie had started to feel a little unsettled again, like he had that morning. Maybe he just didn't want to be reminded that one of his exes had tested positive for AIDS and then killed himself. His own mortality seemed scarily close, and the throb of the bassline for "Sweet and Low," which always went straight to his cock, pounded in his brain and behind his eyes, and sounded like a heartbeat.
When the song was over and the last notes were fading into the applause of the crowd, the band said thank you and good night and headed offstage, and by now Laurie was so needy for something he couldn't explain, he didn't care if Danny never got home so long as he found someone - anyone - Parrish - to hold, to kiss, to rub off against, to fuck. Someone to take his heat, someone who could give him something he couldn't explain well enough to ask for.
"Are you ok?" Lea asked him, as they went back onstage to help Mission with his drums. Someday they'd be rich and famous and have roadies.
"I don't know," Laurie admitted. "It's like the funeral all over again. I gotta do something, I just don't know what."
"I think it's a who. Do you want me to take Danny home?"
"Yeah, could you? I'm about to drag Parrish into the dressing room and nail him to the wall."
"Well finish here first, and then you can go. The show went ok, at least. Even though we didn't get a sound check." She made a face. Laurie let her bitch about the club's management and the promoter, and beam about her fan club, and as soon as he could he ducked out to find Parrish.
He found Danny first, got the short version of his half brother's evening - the show kicked ass, and he met a boy - told him Lea would take him home, said he was glad Danny liked it, apologized for rushing off, and then rushed off, almost missing Parrish altogether except that the guy grabbed his arm.
"Hey," Parrish said. His camera hung around his neck. "You're fantastic."
"Thanks," was all Laurie managed to say before he'd grabbed Parrish and dragged him through the club and backstage, where Mintyfish was getting ready. Their lead guitarist congratulated him on a good show, and he called a thanks over his shoulder as he propelled Parrish into the dressing room which thank god was empty.
"Want you," he rasped, pushing Parrish against the wall and kicking the door closed with one boot. "Jesus, Parrish, I want you so bad...." His hands found Parrish's ass and pulled him close as Laurie ground hard against him.
"Not here," Parrish said with some difficulty, since Laurie was too intent on shoving his tongue down Parrish's throat to let him talk much. "Laurie, stop, not here."
"Can't wait. Feel." He grabbed one of Parrish's hands and forced it between them, pressing Parrish's palm against his stiffening cock. "I can't explain it, I just want you. I need you. Let me fuck you, Parrish, please."
"Not here."
"Come home with me."
"That I'll do." Parrish's hand cupped Laurie's erection through his jeans. "Can you hold it for me? Do you need me to suck you off?" He was grinning. Oh, god, Laurie thought, he's serious.
For an answer, Laurie pushed off the wall, pushed away from Parrish, and unzipped his jeans. Parrish grinned again and went to his knees, pulling Laurie's jeans and then his boxers farther down, and he was still grinning as he leaned forward and took Laurie's prick in his mouth.
Laurie's head fell back and then snapped forward because this was one of his jerkoff fantasies, and he wanted to see how close his mental picture was. He curled his hands in Parrish's sandy hair, not guiding, just resting there, giving him something to hold on to, and he watched Parrish's head bobbing up and down on his cock, and when Parrish pulled harder Laurie swallowed a moan.
"Fuck," he whispered. Parrish was good, just like he'd imagined, and he hadn't realized how badly he'd needed this or something like it.
It took almost no time at all before he was biting his lip to keep from crying out, almost no time before his hands clenched into fists and he was shooting down Parrish's throat.
"Fuck," he said again, after Parrish had wiped his mouth and stood up. "Thank you." Parrish was still grinning, and Laurie wasn't sure but he thought he saw understanding behind those wire-rim glassed.
"Any time. Now take me home."
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"Mom'll see right through that," Danny said.
"So? It'll get you more time in the club."
"Maybe." Danny shrugged. "I don't really care about Mintyfish. It's Steerpike I wanted to see."
"Oh. Well, then I'll just take you home." And now that Laurie stopped to think about it, that was probably the best idea. He was half expecting Parrish to show up at the club, and if this show went the same way most of their shows had gone lately, by the time they were finished with their set he'd be wound up and restless and horny, and there was no better way to burn off that kind of energy than a good vigorous fucking. And if Laurie had to worry about where Danny was and when he had to be home, he wouldn't be able to enjoy it quite as much.
As it turned out, being late for sound check just meant he and Danny were spared Bran and Lea bitching to the club about the fact that management hadn't even planned for them to have a sound check. At least the promoter had done a decent job of announcing that Steerpike had replaced Fifteen-Cent Solution, otherwise Bran really would have hit the ceiling.
It was a testament to Underworld's sound guy that Steerpike sounded as good as they did, and the crowd fortunately didn't seem to mind too much, although Mission was right and a lot of them were there for Mintyfish anyway.
From his position on stage Laurie kept an eye out for his half brother, who jumped around and danced for the faster songs and kind of swayed in place for the slower ones, and about halfway or three-quarters through the set he'd picked up a dance partner, a stocky boy with bleached hair and an Eden U t-shirt. They looked like they were having a good time, and Laurie was pleased.
The crowd sang along to "I Love Rock and Roll" and Laurie realized three members of Lea's lesbian fan club had made it after all - he'd been a little concerned that not enough Steerpike fans would know about the last-minute lineup change, and he knew how much Lea appreciated her female fans. She tended to attract boy fans, the kind of alternaboys who were attracted to female bass players in otherwise all-male bands. They all thought she was hot, which baffled her, annoyed her, or stroked her ego, depending on how they phrased it and how she was feeling that night. The lesbian fan club thought she was hot too, but they came at it from a completely different angle, and Lea just liked them more, maybe because they were girls and weren't obviously trying to get in her pants. They were a little more subtle about their desire.
Laurie also saw Parrish, who'd brought his camera and seemed to be almost more interested in getting good photographs than in enjoying the music. Not that Laurie minded - it meant Parrish had come to see him, and he couldn't argue with that. His dick couldn't argue either.
The show clipped and bounced along until "Behind Blue Eyes," Bran's tribute to Gunther Glassman, when the crowd fell mostly silent. The song was a switch after the speed of "Bluesky" and the bounce of "The Girl in the Coffeeshop" and people were temporarily caught off-guard by the uncharacteristic cover - that and Bran's brief introduction, anouncing that they'd buried a friend of theirs that morning, a dedicated member of the local music scene, a drummer and arranger and sometime producer and all-around decent human being. Laurie just knew Lea was tearing up behind him, as he stood next to Bran to play accompaniment. Later she was probably going to remind him that she never ever wanted to do for him what Bader Glassman had had to do for his brother.
The show didn't feel the same after that, and by the time they moved into "Sweet and Low" Laurie had started to feel a little unsettled again, like he had that morning. Maybe he just didn't want to be reminded that one of his exes had tested positive for AIDS and then killed himself. His own mortality seemed scarily close, and the throb of the bassline for "Sweet and Low," which always went straight to his cock, pounded in his brain and behind his eyes, and sounded like a heartbeat.
When the song was over and the last notes were fading into the applause of the crowd, the band said thank you and good night and headed offstage, and by now Laurie was so needy for something he couldn't explain, he didn't care if Danny never got home so long as he found someone - anyone - Parrish - to hold, to kiss, to rub off against, to fuck. Someone to take his heat, someone who could give him something he couldn't explain well enough to ask for.
"Are you ok?" Lea asked him, as they went back onstage to help Mission with his drums. Someday they'd be rich and famous and have roadies.
"I don't know," Laurie admitted. "It's like the funeral all over again. I gotta do something, I just don't know what."
"I think it's a who. Do you want me to take Danny home?"
"Yeah, could you? I'm about to drag Parrish into the dressing room and nail him to the wall."
"Well finish here first, and then you can go. The show went ok, at least. Even though we didn't get a sound check." She made a face. Laurie let her bitch about the club's management and the promoter, and beam about her fan club, and as soon as he could he ducked out to find Parrish.
He found Danny first, got the short version of his half brother's evening - the show kicked ass, and he met a boy - told him Lea would take him home, said he was glad Danny liked it, apologized for rushing off, and then rushed off, almost missing Parrish altogether except that the guy grabbed his arm.
"Hey," Parrish said. His camera hung around his neck. "You're fantastic."
"Thanks," was all Laurie managed to say before he'd grabbed Parrish and dragged him through the club and backstage, where Mintyfish was getting ready. Their lead guitarist congratulated him on a good show, and he called a thanks over his shoulder as he propelled Parrish into the dressing room which thank god was empty.
"Want you," he rasped, pushing Parrish against the wall and kicking the door closed with one boot. "Jesus, Parrish, I want you so bad...." His hands found Parrish's ass and pulled him close as Laurie ground hard against him.
"Not here," Parrish said with some difficulty, since Laurie was too intent on shoving his tongue down Parrish's throat to let him talk much. "Laurie, stop, not here."
"Can't wait. Feel." He grabbed one of Parrish's hands and forced it between them, pressing Parrish's palm against his stiffening cock. "I can't explain it, I just want you. I need you. Let me fuck you, Parrish, please."
"Not here."
"Come home with me."
"That I'll do." Parrish's hand cupped Laurie's erection through his jeans. "Can you hold it for me? Do you need me to suck you off?" He was grinning. Oh, god, Laurie thought, he's serious.
For an answer, Laurie pushed off the wall, pushed away from Parrish, and unzipped his jeans. Parrish grinned again and went to his knees, pulling Laurie's jeans and then his boxers farther down, and he was still grinning as he leaned forward and took Laurie's prick in his mouth.
Laurie's head fell back and then snapped forward because this was one of his jerkoff fantasies, and he wanted to see how close his mental picture was. He curled his hands in Parrish's sandy hair, not guiding, just resting there, giving him something to hold on to, and he watched Parrish's head bobbing up and down on his cock, and when Parrish pulled harder Laurie swallowed a moan.
"Fuck," he whispered. Parrish was good, just like he'd imagined, and he hadn't realized how badly he'd needed this or something like it.
It took almost no time at all before he was biting his lip to keep from crying out, almost no time before his hands clenched into fists and he was shooting down Parrish's throat.
"Fuck," he said again, after Parrish had wiped his mouth and stood up. "Thank you." Parrish was still grinning, and Laurie wasn't sure but he thought he saw understanding behind those wire-rim glassed.
"Any time. Now take me home."
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Date: 2003-11-27 03:14 pm (UTC)