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The Concert	By : Dynadin Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 870 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The Concert
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"Zayne, I'm tellin' ya, you could do it.”

“There is no way. He gets way too into his music to be distracted like that.”

“And he's gets way too into you to not be distracted.”

“I don't know, Damien. I mean, what if he gets pissed?”

“Hey, he told us we could play around on stage, right?”

“Yeah, I guess so...”

“And you guys have that link thingy, so he knows it's not serious, right?”

“Well, yeah...”

“So, we just kick it up a notch and let him see what you're thinking.”

~pause~

“...It would be kinda fun to see if he does.”

“Damn straight it would! And if we do it like I said, he'll know it isn't me you're thinking of out there.”

“I hope you're right.”

~*~

I can't believe I let him talk me into this.

Zayne forced a happy grin when Michael invited Damien up onto the stage as a special guest of the band. They did this all the time; dancing together shirtless for the crowd, veritable eye candy for all the fan boys and girls while Michael's voice sent them into a frenzy. Damien was nicely built, nothing compared to Michael of course, but the three of them together never failed to raise the level of screams in the building.

It had taken quite a bit of convincing from Michael to get Zayne on the stage the first time, but after that rush of being able to just let go and let the music move him, Zayne had become addicted. It effected him almost the same way Michael did when they were together. A thin fog would roll over his mind, dulling everything but the music and Michael's voice. Zayne would writhe and grind against Michael while he sang, touching him, groping him, and turning himself on to the point of madness. And Zayne had no doubt that when he danced on stage with the band it turned Michael on just as much. The wildly insane sex after each show proved that. But Michael always held back just long enough to get through the set and make his bows before he ravaged Zayne in the dressing room, or the bus, or up against a wall in a deserted hallway if they couldn't find a place fast enough.

But this time, Zayne was finding it increasingly hard to keep his mind from focusing on what he was about to do. He knew that if he did, Michael would pick up on it in a heartbeat and most likely try and put a stop to it. Michael was a professional now, after all. Even if he was a hormone soaked, sexually ravenous one. And to top it all off, Zayne was positive it wouldn't work.

“You ready?” Damien's low voice brought Zayne out of his thoughts and he nodded, swallowing nervously. He tugged anxiously on the low slung, half untied leather pants that Michael loved so much, worn in this way at Damien's insistence. Michael must have picked up on something, even distracted as he was with getting ready for the next song, because he shot Zayne a concerned expression. Zayne smiled, flashing his lover a wink and effectively covering all traces of his nerves. Michael grinned back and cued the song as Zayne put his hands on the other man's waist to the screams of thousands of people. The music began and Zayne easily slipped into a comfortable rhythm with Damien.

“I, I'm driving back on black
Just got my license back
I got this feeling in my veins this train is coming off the track...”

Michael's voice was exactly what Zayne needed to finally get rid of his nerves and just let the music fill him. It was time to begin. His eyes slid closed and Damien disappeared, replaced with Michael. It was something he usually did while on stage, pretending it was Michael he was grinding with in front of the crowd, but he hadn't actually tried to share what he was thinking before. It was always his own personal fantasy. When he had let Damien in on his little secret, the other man had come up with the idea of letting Michael see exactly what Zayne was thinking while on stage. If it worked, said Damien, Michael would forget all about singing.

“No, we're never gonna quit
Ain't nothing wrong with it
Just acting like we're animals
No, no matter where we go
'Cause everybody knows
We're just a couple of animals”

At Damien's encouragement, Zayne slowly let the images flow through the link. In those images, it was Michael in front of him, running his hands over Zayne's chest as his hips gyrated to the beat. Zayne let his head fall back as the Michael in his mind stroked the skin of his neck, leaning down to ghost his lips over the juncture between neck and shoulder. The visual was easy to come by and incredibly vivid.

“You're beside me on the seat
Got your hand between my knees...”

Zayne knew the moment he had Michael's attention. Michael's eyes were on him, watching his fantasy unfold in front of a crowd of thousands. The thrill of it was making him hard and he leaned into the loose embrace, pressing his hips into the body in front of him. He increased the push of his fantasy, practically forcing it over the link and into Michael's mind.

“Cause this was it, like flicking on a switch
It felt so good I almost dr... the ditch

I'm screamin'

No, we're never gonna quit...”

When Michael's voice faltered for that one moment, Zayne started to believe that Damien might be right. The idea that he might be able to make Michael so wildly horny that he couldn't keep singing didn't seem quite so far fetched. Zayne reached out to grasp onto Damien's hips, letting his mind conjure Michael in that place instead. His hands ran over jean-clad thighs, pulling them against his body while hands began teasing their way down his stomach, tracing the waistband of his incredibly loose pants. All their movement had caused the leather to slip further down Zayne's hips, revealing a softly toned pelvis and a light trail of dark blond hair that didn't quite disappear beneath his pants. He knew his hard on was visible, outlined by the cords that normally tied up the front of the pants, which were now hanging loosely open. Zayne opened his eyes and locked them with Michael's, watching the emotions play across his face. The visuals were working; Damien was no where in Michael's mind.

“We were parked out by the tracks
We're sitting in the back
And we just started getting busy
When he whis...”

Michael's voice trailed off again, not quite as strong as it usually was. Damien's hands had turned Zayne to face Michael, letting the singer see every inch of Zayne as he was touched, fondled, groped in front of him. Zayne could see himself through Michael's eyes, and a blush stained his cheeks when he realized just how lewd he looked. Yet, it didn't matter nearly as much as the sudden rush of need he felt from Michael. It almost let him breathless as deft fingers moved beneath the loose leather, stroking his unexposed skin. The singing had stopped completely, now.

“Now. Do it.”

Damien's voice penetrated the light fog, reminding Zayne of what he was doing. Damien's hand slipped beneath the leather and Zayne issued his plea mentally, letting his visuals run wild.

I need you. Now.

The effect was instantaneous. Michael's guitar had dropped onto the stage as he flung it from him and Damien was suddenly quite absent. Not that it mattered in the least. In seconds, Michael was upon Zayne, his mouth crashing down in a bruising kiss and everything else disappeared. Zayne was being pushed back, stumbling as Michael tried to invade his body from the front. Michael only broke the kiss long enough to rip his own shirt over his head and throw it to the ground. In that one second, a few things penetrated Zayne's mind. The music, oddly enough, was still playing and someone had taken over the vocals. The screaming crowd had intensified in pitch and volume, almost piercing his head with it's intensity. And then Michael was claiming him again and nothing mattered but that.

Zayne was just concious enough to move back toward the side of the stage, not quite willing, even in his state of mind, to get fucked in front of a huge crowd. Drawing Michael with him, or letting Michael push him he couldn't figure which, Zayne moved behind one of the huge side curtains, just out of visual range of the stage and crowd. As soon as they were hidden, Michael pushed Zayne against one of the support poles and his hands were at Zayne's pants, pulling them roughly down around his thighs while Zayne fumbled with the button on Michael's jeans. Michael brushed Zayne's hands away, burying a hand in Zayne's hair and tugging his head back so Michael could suck at the skin exposed there as he unbuttoned his own jeans with one hand.

“Goddammit, Zayne,” came a muffled curse from Zayne's neck. “You're so fucking hot... so damn... sshhhit...” Michael's groaned, almost incoherent praise was a far cry from the strong voice the crowd had heard moments earlier. His cock was finally free and he pressed it along side Zayne's, the hand that had been at his pants now gripping Zayne's ass almost painfully as he thrust, sliding their flesh together and causing both of them to moan out loud. Gaining a hold on Michael's shoulders, Zayne pushed his pants down off one leg with his foot and lifted it to wrap around Michael's waist.

“Fuck me,” Zayne panted, desire making his voice shaky and weak as he returned Michael's thrusts. “Please Michael, just fuck me right now. I need you so bad...” A loud moan escaped Zayne's lips as Michael reached between them to stroke at their swollen flesh for a delicious moment before shifting his hips downward and gripping the flesh of Zayne's ass. When he thrust up, a pleasured cry and low grunt mingled together as Michael finally buried himself inside of Zayne.

The first stroke almost pressed against that spot inside Zayne that made lights flash behind his eyes, and as Michael's thrusts increased, his aim got more accurate. Soon Zayne was crying out almost every stroke from the intense pleasure. He clung to Michael's shoulders, digging his nails into the skin and leaving crescent shaped wounds as he hung on for dear life. Zayne's leg had slowly slipped down Michael's waist, pulling his jeans with it. As he ground into Zayne, his pants slipped till the waist was around his thighs. The mixture of adrenaline from the thrill of possibly being seen, and the overwhelming need for Michael had him bucking against the hard body in front of him, uncaring of who might hear his impassioned cries. Michael's lower groans and hard sighs made his heart lurch and he buried his face in Michael's neck, quieting his moans with the taste of skin.

Zayne felt himself quickly being lost to the pleasure, his breath coming shallow and hot against Michael's neck. He tightened his leg around Michael's waist to pull him in closer, if that were possible, as the grip tightened on his ass and hip. His shaft was trapped between their heaving bodies, getting friction from both sides. Zayne imagined he could feel every muscle in Michael's stomach against his cock, slick with pre-cum and gliding over the rippled skin. Michael's breath was becoming ragged in his ear, and the sound was pulling him over the edge. Without warning, Michael shifted slightly and thrust hard, turning Zayne's world completely white. He came with Michael's name on his lips, head thrown back, fingers leaving angry red welts down his lover's back. He spasmed around Michael, the tightness and feedback over the link causing Michael to tighten his already bruising grip. He thrust in a few more times and then stilled, the soft impassioned moan of Zayne's name barely heard as he came. The warm spurts inside of him increased Zayne's shudders as he finally released his orgasm, slumping bonelessly against the pole. Michael's grip loosened after a moment, bringing his forehead down to rest on Zayne's shoulder, arms looping loosely around his waist.

“Damn, baby,” Michael said once he had caught his breath. “What the hell got into you? Why did you...” Michael shook his head against Zayne, the amused disbelief and reluctance to let go of his lover easily felt over the link. Zayne grinned, pressing a kiss against Michael's hair.

“I just wanted to see if I could.”

Michael looked up at Zayne, the disbelief clearing as a wide smile crossed his face. Michael chuckled deeply and leaned in to kiss Zayne's lips.

“That's my boy.”
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