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until I can no longer hear myself. I know I won't even be able to talk in the morning, but that's OK, because it's what I live for.
The band is halfway through their set and I reach into my top and pull out my camera while security is attending to a fistfight just left of the stage. But I'm being bumped into, and it's blurring my shots. If only I could be on the other side of this barricade with the other "press" photographers. One day, Tess. One day.
As I bob my head to one of my favorite slower songs, I see a great opportunity, so I whip out my little weapon and hold it out, only to find a figure right in front of me.
"You know you can't have that in here, don't you?" the tall figure asks.
It's Ben.
Oh. My. God. What is he doing here? And how is he in front of me? Riiiight, he works for a music magazine dummy, you just talked about that. But I was not expecting to see him here tonight. I actually haven't thought about him since I walked into this place. So to see him standing directly in front of me, at this moment, is blowing my mind.
He keeps eyeing me, waiting for me to say something, and then turns his attention above and behind me. That's when I remember that's where James is. Ben's eyes go from smoldering to ice cold. What is his deal?
"What are you doing here?" I ask him.
He looks back down at me. He has to speak up a lot more since the band has started a more upbeat song. "Work" is all he says.
Oh, this is how it's going to go down, is it? He's going to make assumptions? Well, guess what, buddy, you have no claims on me. We are not dating; I wouldn't even say we are friends. Just two people who have made out...
"Right, the magazine." I am not about to tell him that James is my big brother. Let him assume.
Talking even louder, he says, "Can I call you later after the show?"
Oh yeah, he's trying to make himself heard by James, trying to rile up some trouble, I am sure, or at least start a fight between James and I. I snort and roll my eyes at him.
"Text me" is all I say. And once more he looks from me to James, and he leans in and kisses me on the cheek, and nods.
OK, it was only a little kiss on the cheek, but that was all it took for me to reach my total high. I was there in my element: the music, the vibe from the fans, the heat in the venue, the scent that he was radiating in front of me, the smell of his sweet breath against my cheek. I am at a total loss. I can't control myself. The next thing I know I have my hands wrapped around the back of his neck, my fingers fisting the hair that grazes his neck, and I am pulling his mouth to mine. He didn't refuse me. Oh, thank god he didn't refuse me.
Pushing our bodies up against the metal barricade between us, he wraps his long toned arms around my waist. His tongue dips into my mouth and I can no longer hear or see anything but him. His tongue is hot, thrusting into my mouth with great force, and I think if he keeps kissing me like this I am going to come. And as much as I want that right about now, I don't want a venue full of people to witness it, let alone my older brother! SHIT! James is still behind me!
"Eh-hem," I hear come from behind me. I reluctantly pull away from Ben. His breathing is staggered and coming out harsh.
He licks his lips. "I'll call you later."
And he's gone. As he's walking back around the side of the stage, the band finishes their last song, everything begins to settle down and people start to leave the venue.
As James and I are walking out to the car, he speaks up. "Uh, you want to tell me what the fuck that was all about, Tess?"
I turn to face him "Oh, um…that was Ben." I shrug, trying to calm myself and not look like a little schoolgirl.
He eyes me and I can already sense his temper rising. Did I mention he's a very protective big brother? Oh crap, what am I going to say so that I don't sound like a slut, but to also to make sure he doesn't totally hate Ben?
"And who is 'Ben' exactly?" He's all macho.
Here we go.
The band is halfway through their set and I reach into my top and pull out my camera while security is attending to a fistfight just left of the stage. But I'm being bumped into, and it's blurring my shots. If only I could be on the other side of this barricade with the other "press" photographers. One day, Tess. One day.
As I bob my head to one of my favorite slower songs, I see a great opportunity, so I whip out my little weapon and hold it out, only to find a figure right in front of me.
"You know you can't have that in here, don't you?" the tall figure asks.
It's Ben.
Oh. My. God. What is he doing here? And how is he in front of me? Riiiight, he works for a music magazine dummy, you just talked about that. But I was not expecting to see him here tonight. I actually haven't thought about him since I walked into this place. So to see him standing directly in front of me, at this moment, is blowing my mind.
He keeps eyeing me, waiting for me to say something, and then turns his attention above and behind me. That's when I remember that's where James is. Ben's eyes go from smoldering to ice cold. What is his deal?
"What are you doing here?" I ask him.
He looks back down at me. He has to speak up a lot more since the band has started a more upbeat song. "Work" is all he says.
Oh, this is how it's going to go down, is it? He's going to make assumptions? Well, guess what, buddy, you have no claims on me. We are not dating; I wouldn't even say we are friends. Just two people who have made out...
"Right, the magazine." I am not about to tell him that James is my big brother. Let him assume.
Talking even louder, he says, "Can I call you later after the show?"
Oh yeah, he's trying to make himself heard by James, trying to rile up some trouble, I am sure, or at least start a fight between James and I. I snort and roll my eyes at him.
"Text me" is all I say. And once more he looks from me to James, and he leans in and kisses me on the cheek, and nods.
OK, it was only a little kiss on the cheek, but that was all it took for me to reach my total high. I was there in my element: the music, the vibe from the fans, the heat in the venue, the scent that he was radiating in front of me, the smell of his sweet breath against my cheek. I am at a total loss. I can't control myself. The next thing I know I have my hands wrapped around the back of his neck, my fingers fisting the hair that grazes his neck, and I am pulling his mouth to mine. He didn't refuse me. Oh, thank god he didn't refuse me.
Pushing our bodies up against the metal barricade between us, he wraps his long toned arms around my waist. His tongue dips into my mouth and I can no longer hear or see anything but him. His tongue is hot, thrusting into my mouth with great force, and I think if he keeps kissing me like this I am going to come. And as much as I want that right about now, I don't want a venue full of people to witness it, let alone my older brother! SHIT! James is still behind me!
"Eh-hem," I hear come from behind me. I reluctantly pull away from Ben. His breathing is staggered and coming out harsh.
He licks his lips. "I'll call you later."
And he's gone. As he's walking back around the side of the stage, the band finishes their last song, everything begins to settle down and people start to leave the venue.
As James and I are walking out to the car, he speaks up. "Uh, you want to tell me what the fuck that was all about, Tess?"
I turn to face him "Oh, um…that was Ben." I shrug, trying to calm myself and not look like a little schoolgirl.
He eyes me and I can already sense his temper rising. Did I mention he's a very protective big brother? Oh crap, what am I going to say so that I don't sound like a slut, but to also to make sure he doesn't totally hate Ben?
"And who is 'Ben' exactly?" He's all macho.
Here we go.
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