Black Hurricane

In the blink of an eye, Coleman was heard announcing that the charity target amount had been met.The fans were wild, and my arms around Dean were trembling slightly.Those passionate kisses in the hotel echoed in my memory.I swear every time I think about it before, I can feel it: the touch of Dean's lips, the taste on his tongue, the heat in his mouth.But at this moment, when his lips touched mine, I found that I couldn't recall even a small fragment.

The kiss was light and tender.It slowly became fiery, and gradually there were tongues clashing, heavy breathing, palm touching, and body trembling.My mind went blank, and I heard a sentence from nowhere in the venue: "As you wish!" Then the lights on the stage went out, but Dean and I still hugged each other tightly, kissed passionately, tongue Deep into the opponent's throat.We dropped the mic at the same time, and the sweat on our bodies made it hard for me to hold him tight.I dug the fingers of one hand into his hair, and with the other gripped the back of his open vest so I wouldn't go up to the sky.And his hands burrowed into my mesh tank top, and his hand went up and down my leather pants-wrapped buttocks.

"Okay, boys. Get a room," Coleman said, but Dean and I kept asking each other.

I tugged at his hair with both hands.He moaned and pushed his firm crotch against me, sliding his hands down to grab my ass and lift me up.I wrapped my feet around his waist with my strength, and took the opportunity to press my hardness against his bare chest.

Somehow Dean brought me backstage, and we were leaning against the wall, rubbing against each other like wild animals, cathartic, biting, scratching.His sweet breath was obviously arousing me, I blushed and buried my head in his neck, opened my mouth wide to burn the tooth marks into his skin, Dean pressed me between his body and the wall , growling and swinging my crotch to push me hard, I sucked and licked him, and sprayed my breath on him, every muscle in my body was full of tension.The last bump of Dean's crotch was enough to push me over the edge of rationality, and only a whimper of despair and joy escaped my lips.

This time, it took me longer to come back to my senses.Dean also had me pressed against the wall, his knees shaking and he kept kissing my neck.The kiss went on and on, until I suddenly became aware of the suffocating silence of the room, and the countless pairs of eyes watching us: from the band members, from the flesh and blood, from the staff, and even from my friends— They must have rushed backstage because I was kissed by Dean in front of a crowd.

Rick swallowed hard, and grabbed the corner of Benji's shirt.When he spoke, his voice was rough and hasty: "We will withdraw now."

"Yes, yes," agrees Benji, eyes wide open with dilated pupils, until Rick drags him out of the room.Several other friends left in pairs: Eric and Alex, Adam and Jesse, Terry and Kal-El—these two were clearly going to be together again tonight.

Someone cleared his throat, the sound was like a searchlight shining in.The crew picked up wires and stray towels from the floor; band members stripped off their soaked shirts and gulped water;It was just me and Dean frozen in place.

"Are you okay?" he asked, a smile on his lips.

I watched the busyness of the room, trying to make my voice sound natural. "I am OK, you?"

With trembling fingers, I touched the obvious tooth marks on his neck.

He smiled even more. "It couldn't be better."

With all the makeup on, he looked like a wet little dirty cat, but a happy little dirty cat.I probably looked the same, only maybe more like a frightened little dirty cat.

Things go so far out of plan, it seems like everything about Dean is that way.I didn't know whether to be angry or happy about Coleman's tricks.He knew we didn't intend to kiss.But at the same time, it felt so good to be in Dean's arms, to be touched by him, to be kissed by him.It felt like we had kissed like that for half our lives and were going to keep kissing for the rest of our lives.

"I'm not trying to force you to have sex again. I'm just losing control." Dean slowly pulled away.I straighten my crotch and try to catch my breath.

"It's okay," I whispered.

He took my hand and we walked into the locker room together.Dean's sweat smells like heaven to me, but my own sweat makes me wrinkle my nose.

"God, I need a shower."

Dean chuckled and said, "Me too. Shall we wash together?"

The look of anticipation on his face really hit me, but I didn't know how to react.I don't know what kind of relationship we have now.i want him.That "do I want him" indecision has long since dissipated.I just want him, but I don't know if having him is the right decision.Terry said the love affair was earth-shattering.But if the two of us don't get along in the end, my heart will be absolutely shattered.I don't know if I'm going to be able to handle being in love, and it's very likely that I'll end up on the street again like last time.But what the hell, I want him.

"I……"

"It's okay," he said, relieving me of the hassle of making a decision. "I won't pressure you."

I nodded gratefully as a sign of meeting him.After I closed the bathroom door, there was endless emptiness in my chest.I thought to myself that it would be nice if he followed in.

***

We had a few days to rest before filming the MV.I didn't stay long after the concert and left.Coleman said nothing about what he had done, no apology, no explanation, nothing.I want to ask him: Is there any plan for us to do this again in the next concert?People don't get duped twice.Really, someone really pays to see the two of us kiss each other.

A driver took me back to the apartment.Dean just waved me goodbye and got into his car.I was relieved to see that Lee didn't follow him, and after Lee rushed out of the room, I never saw him again.I wish Dean had been standing in the chief VIP area and had a good view of that little passion show that Dean and I just put on next to the wall.I don't know if I in high school knew I would think this way if I had such thoughts, I wouldn't care.Who let him run wild on my territory—that's barely my territory.

At noon yesterday, I was woken up by a knock on the door.For a minute I wished it was Dean at the door, but I recognized the heavy, urgent knock.Outside the door were Kal-El, Terry, Eric, and Benji, all huddled in the doorway, waiting silently for me to let them in.And then I had to explain it over and over again: Dean and I didn't see each other, we didn't hit base, it just happened.Terry was the only guy who insisted the truth was more than that, but in the end he pretended to believe me.

Right now I'm sitting on my bed strumming my guitar.Two days have passed since the last concert, and I haven't seen Dean for forty hours, and I haven't received a single call from him.It was probably my fault because I turned off my phone after the concert and forgot to turn it on afterwards.But Dean, who knew where I lived, didn't stop by to see me.I wanted distance, and he really gave me distance.I need to clear my mind, but whenever I think about being with Dean, I can't help but jerk off.Then the negativity would wash over me and I would start imagining what it would be like to lose him.It felt like I was going to lose him no matter what.Whether you allow yourself to fall in love or stay in love, the result is the same.Now the problem is, I seem to have fallen in love with him.

Just the thought of losing Dean makes my guts knot up.This is so unlike me.I've always faced problems head on, I've never lived in the moment, but Dean messed things up.

Maybe I should let it be and worry about the consequences later...it used to work.

Just as I put down the guitar, there was a loud knock on the door.

"Who is it?" I yelled.

no answer.I crawled out of bed and checked my appearance in front of the mirror.It might be Dean outside the door.

Glancing at the little hole in the door, my heart sank.Outside the door was my landlord, Mr. Ambers.

"Good morning," he said when I opened the door. "Can't reach you on the phone. The new owner wants to know if you can move out a few weeks early."

My heart hit rock bottom. "Are you his agent? Why doesn't he come here himself?"

"It's still August. The transfer contract won't take effect until tomorrow, so I was asked to come over and ask you. I think the new owner is too busy, or he dare not come here by himself."

I stood at the door like a mummy.Life is full of surprises.All sorts of tricky and nasty surprises.

"So they want me to move out in two weeks?"

"Yes, sorry kid." He patted me on the shoulder sympathetically, and put a white envelope into my hand.

God, I was so busy with Dean's mess all day that I forgot about the house.This was completely out of my mind.I thought I still had at least a month, and if there was room for negotiation, I could take it a little longer, but...

"Uh, wait," I called to him as he stepped into the elevator. "Do you think they'll rent out the apartment after the renovation?"

Mr. Ambers shook his head. "I don't think so. They sound like they're planning to move in. I'm sorry it happened so suddenly. I hope you're doing well."

Hold the grass.

I stood for a long time by the open door.What should I do?How can I find a cheap place, collect all the rent deposit and move all the belongings in two weeks?I only get paid after the concert at the end of September, and I paint very little.I just can't concentrate on drawing, now my mind is full of Dean, Dean, Dean,

The cool air from the elevator swam into my T-shirt, and I closed the door and tore open the envelope, hoping it contained the buyer's name.It turned out that the content of the letter was exactly the same as what Mr. Ambers said to me.There was no information on the buyer at all, and no phone number where I could at least try to lobby.Next month I will be a rich man with [-] US dollars, at least I can bargain with this, at least let the other party have some time.My little fame is worth something, right?For the first time in my life, I wish I was someone who legally paid taxes and rented this place under contract so I could ask them to let me stay a little longer.

I sighed heavily and threw myself on the bed.If there is no money, fame or something is just a cloud.Superstars also have to earn money to eat.

Can I convince them to sell me the loft?How much does it cost to buy a small loft like this?Adjacent to the Harbor Walk...in the heart of downtown Boston.Damn, I'll never make that much money, but who knows, I'm going to get out of bed so I can wake up early tomorrow and earn my 1 yuan music video fee.

***

"Look sad, Jess," MV director Kevin said from behind the camera. "Keep your head down a little and stare at the floor."

I never took acting lessons and didn't know how to play someone other than myself.These are all so easy for Dean.As long as the command is issued, he can mobilize all emotions and actions.As for me, I have been sitting on the same chair, leaning against the same window with artificial light for an entire hour, and I am still trying to find the feeling.At first half the time it was just me and Billy the cameraman, but after he complained that I was too rotten, Kevin had to run back and back and forth between the two rooms to direct the shoot.

"If you can't make up any moves yourself, just do the 'finger on forehead' move I taught you earlier. Hold the camera with your left hand."

I tried to recall the super-professional demonstration Kevin did before the shoot, but I felt like an idiot.Now we're filming the beginning of the song, it sounds like heavy metal, and I'm just shooting alone before I see Dean -- Dean walked into another room two hours ago and then No more trace.I haven't seen Kal-El since he drove me here, so we haven't spoken yet.

Dean's new song "Slave to You," playing over and over again, is driving me nuts.Listening to his voice repeating the whisper "Where are you?" is almost like a seductive spell, like a graceful spider looking for a silly mosquito that fell into its web.God, I can't stop thinking about the soft marks of his lips on me, the touch of his skin, the smell of him... It feels like I've been away from him for a long, long time, and I realize that I really miss him.

"That's it," Kevin said. "Hold like this for 1 minute, then slowly lower your hands and look up slowly."

My gaze slid from the wooden floor to the grand staircase to the right.The mansion was an obvious location for the video, with its heavy furnishings and long, cream-colored curtains.The place is better than I thought it would be and it would be harder for me to adapt to a new location.

God, it's so cold here.

"Oh no, your senses are off again," Kevin complained, pushing Billy to stop shooting. "We'll see if we can make it out of the clips we've already shot, and we'll get back to you if we need anything else, okay? You're doing alright, sweetheart."

"Okay." I sighed and sat back in my chair.The air conditioner is too cold, or I'm not dressed enough, which is why I have goosebumps.I was wearing light blue jeans, a white tank top, bare feet, a little bracelet and that thin black necklace with the red feather that Dean loved so much.

"Where's Dean?" I asked.

Kevin straightened the jewel-encrusted belt around his waist, then tossed out a lock of his baby-pink hair. "Don't worry, honey. He'll be out soon. You'll just have to wait and see what he's wearing—oooh!"

I smiled and sighed.I've only known Kevin for a few hours, and I can't help but like him already.He was a slave overseer, but he knew what he was doing and was very patient with me.

"Okay." He turned his head and signaled to the other side of the room. "Now grab your camera and walk towards us, looking to your left. No, not looking at the camera - don't look at the camera until I tell you to."

After filming this walking action from almost thirty angles—even the back view was taken from several angles, and I slipped my hand and dropped the camera—I was finally able to rest in the buffet area while letting the makeup artist girl slap my face Make up powder.You may think that in such a tall shooting environment, there must be all kinds of high-end desserts on the table, which is too beautiful.It's just whole wheat sandwiches, graham crackers, pesto, hummus, and the rest of the food I don't even know the name of.

But at least I wasn't the only one disappointed with the food.The first thing Dean did when he wandered into the buffet area was put on a sour face.He was wearing a thick white bathrobe that covered his whole body, only his sexy toes and smooth calves were exposed, his messy hair, eye-catching makeup on his face...and a thick, black ponytail on his neck collar.