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admiration than when the two of them talked about wrestling. That was something they shared. Mixing was purely Derek’s.
Sliding his arms around Derek’s waist, Scott hugged Derek close. There was only a slight hitch in Derek’s voice as he paused mid-sentence, and then he continued explaining the process Howie used to record while performing. The words floated through the air to his ears, but Scott wasn’t hearing. Instead, a slew of thoughts were flying through his mind, crowding out anything but Derek and their touching bodies. Looking around, the concert goers were busy talking and waiting. No one was paying attention to them and the few people who glanced their way smiled, then went back to their conversations.
Inhaling deeply, a mixture of fresh soap and Derek’s own unique smell filled Scott and stimulated his senses. Closing his eyes, he tightened his hold and ground his groin against Derek’s ass. Already aroused, the friction from the rubbing caused his cock to strain within his pants. He was about to lean in and kiss Derek’s neck when the lights dimmed and Howie came onto the stage.
The concert began with some of his standard popular songs such as Collide, She Says, and Be There. For his fourth song, he played Ghost, telling the crowd to get ready for a crazy ride before he began the song. He started with a beat which he tapped onto his guitar. After he completed a couple of rounds of the beat, he tapped another part of the floor contraption and the beat began to replay. He then played guitar harmonies, recording and looping them as he had with the beat. Next, he recorded a few vocals. By the time he began singing, he had at least eight different recorded sounds looping at the same time, harmonizing him.
The song lasted much longer than the radio version. After about ten minutes, he began to experiment with new vocals and beats, removing some that had been looping and replacing them with others. He messed with the tempo and the volume, filling the concert hall with a myriad of sounds.
Scott looked at Derek, who had a dreamy expression in his eyes, swaying to the music and gripping the railing tightly. Watching him enjoy the music filled Scott with emotion. This was exactly what Derek loved about music. He loved how a musician could create a mood that could move you through the air, losing a sense of place and time. Sliding behind Derek, Scott wrapped his arms around his waist and rested his head on Derek’s shoulder, closing his eyes and letting the music fill him. He was brought back to the party senior year when he had first watched Derek mix; the party where he finally took Derek outside and kissed him. That had been almost a year ago and he loved the man in his arms more now than he could have ever predicted. When the song ended, the crowd screamed and cheered. Scott leaned in a whispered in Derek’s ear. “He’s great, but I still think I like your music better.”
Derek turned in Scott’s arms so he was facing him. “Are you saying that so you’ll get lucky tonight. ‘Cause you don’t have to work for that to happen.”
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Before he realized what he was doing, Scott leaned in and kissed Derek. It wasn’t one of their intense, meant for the bedroom kisses, but it was lingering and sweet. Drawing out of the kiss, Scott suddenly realized what he had done and nervously glanced to either side of them. A few people were looking at them, but they were smiling. No one seemed to be bothered or to even care that he had just kissed another boy. Shrugging, he returned to his position of holding Derek around the waist as Derek leaned against the railing.
Leaning his head back, Derek put his mouth next to Scott’s ear. “I’m not complaining, not by a long shot, but I can’t believe you just did that.”
Scott laughed. “Well, no one seems to care. Maybe it’s the music. Maybe it’s
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admiration than when the two of them talked about wrestling. That was something they shared. Mixing was purely Derek’s.
Sliding his arms around Derek’s waist, Scott hugged Derek close. There was only a slight hitch in Derek’s voice as he paused mid-sentence, and then he continued explaining the process Howie used to record while performing. The words floated through the air to his ears, but Scott wasn’t hearing. Instead, a slew of thoughts were flying through his mind, crowding out anything but Derek and their touching bodies. Looking around, the concert goers were busy talking and waiting. No one was paying attention to them and the few people who glanced their way smiled, then went back to their conversations.
Inhaling deeply, a mixture of fresh soap and Derek’s own unique smell filled Scott and stimulated his senses. Closing his eyes, he tightened his hold and ground his groin against Derek’s ass. Already aroused, the friction from the rubbing caused his cock to strain within his pants. He was about to lean in and kiss Derek’s neck when the lights dimmed and Howie came onto the stage.
The concert began with some of his standard popular songs such as Collide, She Says, and Be There. For his fourth song, he played Ghost, telling the crowd to get ready for a crazy ride before he began the song. He started with a beat which he tapped onto his guitar. After he completed a couple of rounds of the beat, he tapped another part of the floor contraption and the beat began to replay. He then played guitar harmonies, recording and looping them as he had with the beat. Next, he recorded a few vocals. By the time he began singing, he had at least eight different recorded sounds looping at the same time, harmonizing him.
The song lasted much longer than the radio version. After about ten minutes, he began to experiment with new vocals and beats, removing some that had been looping and replacing them with others. He messed with the tempo and the volume, filling the concert hall with a myriad of sounds.
Scott looked at Derek, who had a dreamy expression in his eyes, swaying to the music and gripping the railing tightly. Watching him enjoy the music filled Scott with emotion. This was exactly what Derek loved about music. He loved how a musician could create a mood that could move you through the air, losing a sense of place and time. Sliding behind Derek, Scott wrapped his arms around his waist and rested his head on Derek’s shoulder, closing his eyes and letting the music fill him. He was brought back to the party senior year when he had first watched Derek mix; the party where he finally took Derek outside and kissed him. That had been almost a year ago and he loved the man in his arms more now than he could have ever predicted. When the song ended, the crowd screamed and cheered. Scott leaned in a whispered in Derek’s ear. “He’s great, but I still think I like your music better.”
Derek turned in Scott’s arms so he was facing him. “Are you saying that so you’ll get lucky tonight. ‘Cause you don’t have to work for that to happen.”
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Before he realized what he was doing, Scott leaned in and kissed Derek. It wasn’t one of their intense, meant for the bedroom kisses, but it was lingering and sweet. Drawing out of the kiss, Scott suddenly realized what he had done and nervously glanced to either side of them. A few people were looking at them, but they were smiling. No one seemed to be bothered or to even care that he had just kissed another boy. Shrugging, he returned to his position of holding Derek around the waist as Derek leaned against the railing.
Leaning his head back, Derek put his mouth next to Scott’s ear. “I’m not complaining, not by a long shot, but I can’t believe you just did that.”
Scott laughed. “Well, no one seems to care. Maybe it’s the music. Maybe it’s
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