You couldn’t believe this was actually happening to you. You weren’t the type of guy to do something so crazy, but your friend convinced you to come along with him, and you couldn’t say no. That night, you went along with her to the Drain Gang concert on a whim. It wasn’t that you weren’t familiar with the band, you just didn’t know them as much as he did, and he was a complete fanatic. He had memorized all the songs to the band, and was constantly striving to achieve their ‘aesthetic’. He even bought VIP tickets for both of you, which included a party afterwards with the band after they celebrated their ‘Good Luck’ album. He wanted to befriend them, and was trying to hook you up with the lead, who he always thought was gay.
You always thought the singer was cute. Benjamin Reichwald, or Bladee, had piercing balck hair that swayed while he sand, and he almost always wore a black t-shirt, which you thought hung on his body nicely. He was exactly your type, and when he looked up at you with those dark eyes, you couldn’t help but wonder whether or not you were his as well. Maybe he would even write a song about you one day… you shook your head, you were being ridiculous. It was the alcohol driving you forwards now, all the alcohol your friend had forced down your throat in preparation for the concert. You were the shy type, and had never really been in a relationship with anyone, and most social situations made you slightly uncomfortable. Not a lot of people knew you were dudes, either.
The concert was amazing, way better than you could ever imagine, and when you stepped into the party room, decorated exactly how you imagined it, you shivered slightly, wondering whether or not Bladee would even pay attention to you. He did. You were quite the fan of art, and when you sat by his side, somehow getting to know him despite his popularity at the party, the two of you started to discuss the visual art he created, and you had no idea he actually designed the cover art for some of the albums. He was talented, and that made you somewhat jealous. Your friend was chatting away with Zak, who introduced him to some of his other friends who he thought he would get along with. You felt kind of relieved that Bladee was only paying attention to you, and the more he leaned into you, smirking, the more you wanted him to touch you.
And so, when the two of them asked if you wanted to go and see their hotel, which was right next to the concert venue, you agreed without a second thought. You had to see what he was after, and from the way that your body reacted to the way he spoke, you couldn’t wait to see what else he could do to you if he was actually touching you. That is, if he was even interested in touching you. The hotel was a good sign, but a lot of their close friends were coming as well, meaning he could just like you as a friend and nothing more.
The four of you took a limo back to the hotel, and you felt extremely silly laughing at everything he said to you, but you couldn’t help yourself. This was way beyond what you thought would happen that night. Maybe a selfie or two with the band, nothing more. But the way he stared at you with his hot gaze… you realized maybe you had something in you after all, something that attracted the attention of people without you meaning to.
The two of you separated from his other friends immediately, with your friend winking at you and mouthing, “go get it!” before walking away with the rest of them, clearly having the time of his life. You were quiet at first, and you stepped away from him to go to the balcony, which was as large as the rest of the hotel room. Must be nice being famous like that, being able to afford all this. As you gazed down at the streets below, commenting on the people walking by, you felt his arms around you, and you couldn’t help but lean back against him, feeling his warm chest against your exposed back. He had this comfort radiating from him, and it made you feel safe, something that was rare for you. He leaned into you, his chin on your shoulder, and started to talk in your ear. He told you he was attracted to you, more than a friend, and wondered if you felt the same. He would stop if you wanted him to, he didn’t want to push you beyond your limits. He wasn’t even sure you were into dudes, though he thought you might be. It was just a casual comment, but you shivered from the feeling of his lips against you, and wondered what he would be doing next. You weren’t the type of guy to ever have a one night stand, but he intrigued you, and you wanted more from him, especially the way he took control of your body.
You turned around to face him, smiling. He looked down at you and smirked back. You couldn’t help yourself, you leaned in and placed your lips on his, and he responded immediately, groaning as he opened his mouth, swirling his tongue around yours. Your body began to move uncontrollably, and you fingered his hair, grinning into his lips as you moaned out loud. He took that as a sign of encouragement, and lifted you against him. You were shocked by how strong he was, clearly being the type to sit at home writing music all day, but he was able to carry you to the large king sized bed, just made a few hours before by the hotel staff.
He tossed you on the bed and placed his body on top of yours. You pet his hair affectionately, and he placed his lips on yours again, though he now had more access to the spot between your legs. You let him do as he wished, and enjoyed every second of it. He was gentle and loving, and licked and sucked parts of you no one ever touched before. It was addicting. He took charge, knowing how shy you were. He bent you over and fucked you, and you clenched around him as you moaned out loud, never feeling this way before. When it was finally over, the orgasm stolen away from you with his fingers tight around your girth as he pounded you, you panted on the bed, unable to think clearly or move properly. He had come inside you as well, and it drooped out of the condom he now threw onto the floor, unable to reach the trash can from his exhaustion. He laid next to you and panted, smiling a lazy smile.
“I need to see you again.” He said, before turning towards you and placing his arms around your waist, burying his head against your body.