Black Hurricane

Five hours later, I was in Dean's living room, curled up between his legs under a blanket.We feed each other Chinese takeout with chopsticks, forks and fingers, while the fire crackles slowly in the modern fireplace.Since we fell asleep until now, we have been stuck together except for taking a minute to go to the toilet separately.We shower together, jerk off together, brush our teeth together, build a fire together, and order food together.This last point confused the orderer on the other end of the phone, and we ended up ordering two large portions of boxed food.However, we still haven't discussed together about that day.I hardly care anymore.No matter what he says, I will never leave him.I love him and I know he loves me too.

"Where are the stairs to the attic?" I asked, looking up at the ceiling.

"Rick will build a recording studio there," he said, pointing to the end of the living room, "and the stairs will be built next to it... if you still want to live with me."

I put a piece of spicy shrimp into his mouth with a fork, stretched out his neck, and gagged his mouth with mine. "Yes I do."

Dean smiled and chewed, then looked like he was about to cry again, but he held back.

"Listen," I said, throwing myself into his arms. "No matter what you say in the end, I will stay, so hurry up and confess, don't hide it. Don't tell half a lie, because the past is not important anymore."

"Why doesn't it matter anymore?" He murmured through my hair, holding me tightly in his arms.

"Because for more than a month, I've been blaming myself to death for not giving you a chance to explain. It's too easy for me to think that you want to hurt me instead of really loving me."

"Why do you think so?"

"Benji said maybe it's because I don't love myself enough to believe that other people love me." I paused and added in a low voice, "I think he's right."

Dean cupped my face in his hands, turned my head, and gave me a kiss.His firmness pressed against my buttocks through the boxers.I also wore a pair of shorts for the first time in many years - I don't know when I put them on.Dean also gave me a pair of drawstring pants, but I think that would be too much.

"I love you, love you so much," he said, pressing his lips against mine.

"I love you too," I answered him, and he kissed me again.

We continued to eat in silence, with a kiss or two now and then.After we finished eating, we put the snack box aside and snuggled up comfortably on the big sofa with a blanket covering us, with my face buried in his neck, when he said——

“When I was forced to come out, I lost a lot of fans. Being gay was no big deal in pop, but not in rock. Turning on the TV, walking down the lobby of a hotel, there was news about me everywhere. Headlines. Someone leaked my private phone number and email address, I got all kinds of threatening letters. I pretended not to care, but inside I was really troubled. I'm not ashamed of being gay, I'm just Not being able to deal with the negativity. It felt like my dad was back in my life."

I comforted him with a soft kiss on his neck, and he squeezed me lightly.

“I had been off drugs for a long time before that. I can’t remember exactly how the weeks of relapse went. Jack pushed me to go to a nursing home to rehab, saying he would come and turn it around and make things better. Wake up. He dug around and found a bunch of sites online with fanfics about me and various male artists. He thought maybe it would be a good idea to get a male singer to show up with me. Later This idea became more and more specific, and finally turned into a drama about reviving an old love for me, finding someone, someone who can sing very well, so that everyone likes us. When he said this, I was the first Thinking of you."

He pressed his Adam's apple against my forehead and swallowed hard.

"It's true what I've said: I managed to find you. I was starting to wonder if you were dead because there was no record of your existence anywhere. No recent government records, no hospital diagnosis papers, No criminal citations, no leases. I told Jack this and he hired people to walk around the streets of Boston asking. It wasn't until they went to a gay nightclub that they thought they might have found you, but they weren't sure because No one knows what you look like now."

I sighed, a little embarrassed by my "brilliant" past.It was embarrassing for him to know how unrestrained I was.He kissed the top of my head and went on—

"They only have a rough sketch of what you'd look like as an adult, based on old high school photos. It's pretty outrageous, but someone recognized you. The guy said he didn't know where you lived, and didn't know Your current name, but he said he saw you nearby.

"Meeting you on the last stop of our tour was a complete coincidence, but Jack arranged a charity gig anyway, thinking we'd find you soon and you'd sign on the spot. I don't think it's going to be that simple, but Jack is a man Great businessman, he's very persuasive. We had a press conference and when I saw you... I didn't know it was you. You have the same light tan and turquoise eyes as before, But it’s changed a lot since I was 14. You were so cute back then, but now… now you are definitely the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen.”

I sneered and shook my head, but he lifted my chin to kiss me.

"When I saw you at the press conference, I was just a little curious, but after the exclusive interview, you rushed out the door, and I began to suspect it was you. Later, after seeing you singing on stage, I really confirmed that it was you .I know it's not going to be easy getting you to sign with 'Black Hurricane', but I also know I have to win your heart back. But Jess, I swear, everything between us is real. Jack is the arrangement It's true that you got the YouTube video, but my gift was genuine and everything I told you was true. My feelings for you - were and are true"

He snorted, slid off the couch, and looked me straight in the face. "When I found you I didn't bother with that PR plan. I swear I didn't know the paparazzi would be in the factory and the island. That's all Jack did and he knew about our date. Jack knew too You were in trouble with the house, so when you weren't going to sign with us, he said he was going to buy the loft as bait, but I bought the whole apartment before him. It's really hard to set you up No, but he still wouldn't give up and tried to get you to sign."

"When did he officially start trying to sign me to the band?" I trace the tattoo on his body lightly with my fingers.Dean shuddered.

"There's a guy who's been smitten with you since your first song, so Jack came with us the next night. You didn't see him, did you?"

I shook my head.

"What about the YouTube video?"

"Ah, yes." He looked away for a moment, and then met my eyes a little wincingly. "It's me who wants to make you stay with me for a while, but that's because I really, really want to see if I can convince you to give me a chance."

I kissed him, more and more, until he buried his fingers in my hair, deepening the kiss, and our tongues tangled in delighted sounds.My hand slid down his bare back, all the way into the elastic of his panties.His skin was smooth, warm and firm, and I squeezed it hard.

Dean groaned and said with a smile, "Do you want another shot?"

"Wait a little longer," I said, raising my hand to pull him over. "What now? When are you going to go on tour?"

He pursed his lips and sat up, putting his feet on the carpet.

"Two weeks later. I hate when I have so much time, but I can't be with you." As I sat up too, he cupped my face and said.

I put my palm on his and closed my eyes. "I was wrong."

"No, it's not your fault. I was thinking, maybe I should leave the band."

My eyes snapped open.leave the band?The thing he wants most in life is to be a rock star.He belongs to the stage.He loves the stage.

"As long as we can be together, I'd rather go back to the street to be a singer and earn some money. I don't want to leave you for months."

Then this is... I don't want to leave him either.What's the point of being together if the number of days we spend together in a year is numbered?

"I don't care about money or fame anymore, I only care about you," he said, and the last few words blew into my ears.

I leaned down to kiss him, and he reached out and picked me up, straddling his lap.I put my hand in the hollow of his neck and we were silent for a while.

This is terrible and I don't know what to do now.I don't want him to leave the band, but I don't want to be separated from him either.Can I get used to the life of a celebrity?My celebrity life has been a mess so far, but I was resisting it because it wasn't the life I chose.Would it have been different if it had been my choice?It was great being with Dean, and I started to love being on stage with him.If I can be with him in this way, I don't think there is anything wrong with it.Apart from my friends who are more like family, I have nothing to worry about here, so now there is only one solution left.

"You can't leave the band. That's your life's dream."

"You're my dream," he said, nuzzling my hair and hugging me tightly.I also hugged him tightly.

"Maybe, I can be with you."

Dean stared blankly for a while before looking at my face.He frowned.

"Do you mean to be a flesh and blood?"

"Nope," I laughed. "It's being a band member."

Dean raised his eyebrows. "Would you like to be in a band after what Jack and I did?"

"If it means being with you."

He closed his eyes for a while, and let out a long breath.Then he bit his lower lip, probably trying to suppress the ever-growing smile on his face.

"I don't know if the homeless touring life is for me," I added. "I mean, I'm going to draw. Can I bring my paint supplies? That's a lot of work."

Dean smiled. "You should come and see our belongings."

"Tons and tons of leather jackets and pants?" I teased him.

"Yes, plus all of Yin's instruments, Lucas' motorcycle, Maxim's camera gear, and my entire outfit. We all have to pack a little booty, or we'd be crazy running around the world dropped."

"You just change clothes to stay sane?"

Dean laughed again and gave me a small peck. "No, I play guitar to keep my sanity. I do have a lot of clothes too, but I have you now. You know what, we can take this opportunity to make an offer. Jack knows I'm thinking about leaving the band, even if it's against the contract. We don’t have to tour all year, and we can delay the breaks in between.”

"Can we stay in Boston when we're not touring?"

"Okay," he said with a smile. "We can stay here. But during the tour, you can enjoy beautiful beaches and all kinds of scenery everywhere, although sometimes it is full of paparazzi and fans."

And I can't come and go freely... No matter where my friends and I go in the future, we will be chased by paparazzi all the time.I've got my first taste of what it's like to be a rock star, but if giving up my freedom means I can be with Dean, I think I can do it.

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We lug the last duffel bag into the apartment and the world finally calms down.After a three-month high-intensity tour in Asia, we finally have a one-month vacation, and then we will start recording an album.But Dean had it all sorted out and we were recording in Boston.

I miss spending Christmas with my friends.It's still pretty sad, but Kal-El and Lucas teamed up and put up live cameras in both locations, so while we're not in the same country, technically Black Hurricane and my Boston mate We celebrate Christmas together.Kal-El swears that I'm going to get into a rock star habit and leave all my friends behind, but I try to get in touch with at least one of them every day.It's great to be home and I can't wait to meet them.

"Look baby, Rick finished our studio," Dean said, pointing to the new room to the right of the door.Instead of concrete walls, there are new glass walls.The room is still empty, but I can guarantee that within a week, Dean will be able to fill it with equipment.

"Oh, and he broke through the attic," Dean added.

I followed his gaze and saw a circular staircase leading to a large hole in the ceiling.I didn't think much of it, threw my bag and headed upstairs, with Dean right behind me.

Basically, the attic is still the same as when I left it, the walls are the same gray brick walls, and the kitchen and toilet are in the same place.The difference is that the entire ground has undergone a major renovation, with a polished wooden floor, and there are no more oil stains that were spilled before.Rick removed part of the wall and installed a larger window.More sunlight came in, and the whole room looked really brighter.Gone is the bed I used to sleep in, replaced by a work area that blends into a large living room.There was a new aisle, with easels of paints and brushes, and piles of white canvases of all shapes and sizes.The corner I used to use as a sink is now a large sink for washing brushes and a large desk for working.The bathroom has also been upgraded with red and white walls. The shower, toilet and sink have been replaced with new ones. There is also a small cabinet under the sink for towels.The kitchen equipment was brand new in black and red, but most of my old folks stayed where they were: my old TV, my old couch, my misfit cups and plates .

"Merry Christmas," Dean said, wrapping his arms around me from behind. "Your friends came together to help. I called Rick this morning and he said they were busy until three o'clock in the morning to put the finishing touches on. I'm sure they're still asleep, but He said they would all be guests this afternoon."

I was too moved to speak.I really want to sit down in front of my new canvas and paint until I don't want to.As much as I really want to draw, I haven't been able to find the time during the tour.We traveled from one city to another, spending most of our time resting.But what really choked me up was my friends putting so much effort into this and my bf making sure everything was in order knowing that after the tour I would be too tired to care The attic thing.He created a safe haven for me in our home, a place just for me, a home within family.There are no words to describe how much I love him.In the beginning, there was a lot of tension between me and Coleman, but in the end I came to the conclusion that I couldn't hate him for what he did.If it weren't for him and his machinations, Dean and I wouldn't be together today.

Dean has always been my destiny, there is no question about that for me, because without him I cannot love anyone else.Even though we have this wonderful house in the heart of Boston, surrounded by our close friends, my true home is where Dean is.The thought of loving and being loved by him for the rest of my life brings joy to my eyes.

I cleared my throat and blinked my eyes quickly a few times to hold back the tears.Then I threw myself into his arms.

"Come and be a nude model for me?"

Dean giggled and kissed me.

"Just waiting for your words."

-The End-