mObscene Ch. 02

Once Jamie was out of his sleep rut he got ready a bit faster, gathering together all of his things and such and cramming them into his bag before heading out the door quickly. Because of bad traffic he ended up getting to work about ten minutes later than he was supposed to be there.He ran into the building of the main office, though he didn’t make to very far before meeting his editor, and not in the best of ways, since he actually crashed right into the middle aged man and fell backwards. Jamie meeped and scrambled back to his feet. He had hoped that he would be able to sneak to his desk and act like he’d gotten there when he was supposed to be, but no such luck today.

"You little...!" The man fumed at Jamie, causing the blonde to recoil slightly. He didn’t look very happy, and he would probably be even less happy if he knew that Jamie was to busy last night being screwed into the rock star’s couch to get even one question in.

"I’m so sorry, sir!" Jamie began to grovel, "There was bad traffic and I.." Jamie would have kept on trying to explain but he was quickly cut off by his boss.

"It’s not important, what is important is whether or not you found out what I needed you do? What’s the scoop? Did you get Marilyn to talk about his relationship with Dita Von Tesse?" The editor looked inquisitively at Jamie, waiting for an answer. He started to look rather distasteful when Jamie simply shuffled his feet a bit as though he were frightened to say anything, "Well.. did you even get to see Manson?" The older man insisted.

"Well..you see.. he.. didn’t really.. well.. erm.. say.. anything about that.. but, I.. he did give me a real back stage pass.. so.. I’ll go again tonight.. and then.. I can.. get the story.. really.. I can!" Jamie bit down on his lower lip, fearful that he might get taken off the story or even worse. For a few long moments the older man simply looked at Jamie skeptically, though after that he nodded his head.

"Alright..fine.. but if you screw up.." He didn’t actually finish that sentence, but he made it sound like it would be really bad for Jamie if he didn’t get the article written.

Jamie scurried off before the man found some other reason to bitch at him and went off to working on smaller projects and such. The day was fairly ordinary, except for the fact that it felt as though it were going to last forever. He found himself staring at the clock half the day, even through a staff meeting, which got him into trouble a couple of times. When his lunch break came Jamie could hardly believe that only half the day was over with. He was almost ready to start banging his head against a wall from frustration.

He sighed deeply as he left the building and went to meet up with a friend for lunch. He went ahead and ordered something to eat for himself since Mark, his best friend ever since they were children was running late, something that wasn’t uncommon, if fact it was something that Jamie had grown accustom to, and would be far more shocked if he actually showed up on time for once.

"Hey... you look distracted.. Have a good time last night?" Mark said suggestively to Jamie as he slid into the seat across from Jamie and smirked at how spaced out his friend was looking. He was a few inches taller than Jamie, it was even still obvious when he was sitting. His short black hair was fixed up into messy spikes, the tips colored in bright green. Mark always flirted with Jamie, and in fact had been quite taken with him since he met him, however, Jamie never really noticed. Mark and Jamie didn’t really seem like the time of people that would actually hang out together. Mark with his goth look and outgoing attitude, always trying to act or be different, and Jamie always tending to be the complete opposite, shy and avoiding to much attention.

"Yeah, I had a great time.. didn’t get my interview though, I’m going again tonight so..hopefully." Jamie trailed off a bit at the end.

"You’ll get to fuck a rock star?" Mark finished off the rest of Jamie’s sentence, only saying it as a joke of course, he really couldn’t see Jamie having a one night stand with anyone, not even Marilyn Manson himself. He cocked an eyebrow as what he said brought a bright blush to Jamie’s face, though he didn’t read too much into it, saying things like that always seemed to make Jamie blush.

"Don’t be such a pervert." Jamie said, making a face at his friend. Jamie sat there with Mark for another five minutes before he had to get back to work, saying a short goodbye he slipped out of the café, leaving Mark there to finish his lunch as he went to his car. Thankfully nothing overly embarrassing or really bad happened to Jamie for the rest of the day, and his time to get off work finally came around, he actually left about two minutes early, he didn’t normally do things like that, but he felt as though he might simply burst if he had to sit there for another moment.

Once Jamie got back to his apartment he started digging through his closet and every dresser drawer looking for something to wear. He sighed deeply, not having very much luck in finding anything that would be suitable. He finally decided to call up Mark and have him come over and help him out, and also told him to bring some of his clothes over for him to barrow. Thankfully for Jamie, Mark agreed to come help him out. When he finally got there, Jamie was pacing around his bedroom nervously. Of course, Mark had neglected to knock, since he had figured out how to pick his best friends lock long ago.

"Hey man.. chill out, alright? Why are you so nervous about this? You were there last night... what makes tonight so much different?" Mark asked, arching a pierced eyebrow.

"Well..you see.." Jamie bit down on his lower lip before taking a deep breath, deciding that he should simply tell Mark about the events of that night completely. When finally finished with the long story he look a deep breath and looked up to Mark, wondering how he would react to hearing about how.. slutty Jamie had been, and that he was actually hoping that it would happen again.

"You...slept.. with Marilyn Manson?" Mark’s jaw was slightly agape in disbelief as he repeated what Jamie had told him. The only response he got from Jamie was a bright embarrassed blush and a nod of his head. Had anyone else told him this he probably would have just called them a liar and been done with it, but it wasn’t like Jamie to lie, or even joke around about things of that nature.

"Well, in that case let’s get you dressed up!" Mark smiled brightly and started to go through Jamie’s clothing and some of the things that he had brought over for him. The two of them spent the evening altering a few things, and debating over what was to revealing or to sexy for Jamie to wear. Jamie of course being the one that protested looking to sexy, and Mark debating that Jamie would look fucking amazing if he would just show off his body a bit more. When it was all said and done Jamie ended up wearing a tight black sleeveless shirt that had the collar cut off, black cotton gloves that went up to just a little bit below the elbow and about half the fingertips cut off. Mark had the most trouble getting Jamie to wear the tight black mini skirt, but of course, Jamie was always the one to cave in, and it was a rather good thing that he did because he looked great. Though Jamie had been firm about wearing the black stretch pants underneath the skirt, and Mark compromised with Jamie by ripping holes in them so that already some of the blonde’s milky white skin could be seen. Finishing the whole look off was a pair of black high heeled boots that stopped around mid-calf.

Jamie looked himself over in the mirror on the back of his closet door, and he couldn’t help but smile delightfully. Not many guys could actually pull of such a look, but with Jamie’s petite form, it would be easy for one to think he was just a short haired blonde girl, "Wow..this is great.. thanks Mark!" He said excitedly before going over and hugging his friend tightly.

Mark smiled half-heartedly as he returned the hug, he couldn’t help but feel jealous. He had been going after Jamie for years, and one evening with Manson and Jamie jumped at the chance, and it only made it worse to see Jamie looking so completely hot, and yet knowing that it was for someone else, "Yeah.. you look wonderful." Mark told him softly as he released the blonde and went into his closet to pull out a duffle bag and started to pack up extra clothing that he had brought and some of the things they had altered together.

"What are you doing? I’m only going to be gone for one night." Jamie protested, looking at Mark curiously.

"You're going to Marilyn Manson concert, things are bound to get a little wild, you never know if you’ll need extra clothes or something." Mark grinned and flashed a sexy wink over to Jamie.

Jamie didn’t object, and before long he had his things in his car and was ready to go. "I see ya later." He said from the driver seat, the window rolled down so that he could talk to Mark for a moment longer. Mark smiled and repeated Jamie’s farewell and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek before waving him off. Jamie was really excited when he got there, practically bouncing right out of his car. He made his way backstage, flaunting his real backstage pass when a security guy asked to see it. He was pretty glad that he’d been there the night before so that he knew his way around pretty well already.

~*~

Manson paced back and forth across his dressing room, it was almost enough to make one think that he might actually be making a permeant groove into the floor. He was talking rather heatedly into his cell phone with his father about meeting with is ex-girlfriend and making sure she got everything out of his home in L.A.

"Just make sure she gets all of her shit out, and don’t let that bitch take any of my stuff, including the fucking patio furniture." He sat back down in his make-up chair right in front of a huge lighted mirror. The pale shock rocker had just had his make-up redone not long ago, this time with red surrounding his eyes, his lips painted in black. He was ready for that night’s performance. He was wearing skin tight black pants that had snap buttons all the way up on the right side and tucked into black knee high boots. He wore a shirt that was exactly like the pants that he had on, bleeding together and almost giving the illusion of a full body suit of sorts. He still had a couple hours before the show started, but he preferred getting ready early.

"I’m serious, I don’t want that stupid cunt to have to come back for any reason." Tim Skold was also in the room, and happened to be laughing his ass off at the predicament between Manson and his now ex-girlfriend. Manson leered at Tim and through a book that was sitting on the counter at him.

"Ow! Fuck!" Tim exclaimed as the book nailed him, though me managed to get his hands up and half way stop it from hitting him to roughly. It didn’t stop his laughter completely, though it did stifle down to more of an amused chuckle. "You should have listened to Pogo, Manson. You knew that bitch was only after one thing. What’d you expect? For her to actually stick around after you made her Famous?" Tim smirked slightly, knowing that the break up wasn’t going to affect Manson all that badly.

Manson just shook his head slightly as get out a a dollar bill and rolled it up. The powdered coke had already been arranged into perfect even lines out on the flat surface of the small mirror laid out in front of him. He placed a fingertip over his left nostril before leaning over and inhaling sharply, instantly feeling the rush and shuddering pleasurable from it.

"Alright, I’ll see you before the show, Really though, don’t let Dita get to you. You knew this was going to Happen." Tim commented as he walked out of the dressing room, receiving a smirk from Manson.

About half way between his own dressing room and Manson’s, Tim spotted a blonde guy, Jamie, who looked as though he were kind of lost. The first thought that crossed Tim’s mind was that the kid snuck back stage, but then spotted the back stage pass hanging around his neck, so refrained from calling security. "Hey, You lost kid?" He asked the other in a friendly tone.

"Hm? No.. I’m not lost.." Jamie replied, looking at the taller blonde for a moment curiously. "Manson... he’s.. in his dressing room, right? What kind of mood is he in? If I go back there, what are the chances of me coming out of it unscarred?" Jamie shuffled his feet nervously and held his hands behind his back, he was well aware of who he was talking to, and basically had to completely hold himself from simply turning into an over-eager fan and tackling him excitedly.

Tim smirked as he looked Jamie over for a moment, idly wondering who this kid even was, but he didn’t ask him that. It was obvious that he was meant to be there since he had a real pass and knew that the room labeled "Janitor" was Manson’s dressing room. Of course, Jamie didn’t actually know that, he’d just been falling Manson the night before. "Yeah, he’s in there, and you never really know with him, especially now after the break up with Dita." Tim mentally smacked himself for adding that last part. He really needed to learn how to keep his mouth shut. "I would say that your chances of getting yelled at at considerably lower than they would be if you waited until after the show since nothing has had a chance to go wrong yet." Tim shrugged slightly and walked passed Jamie, turning his head slightly to watch the boy go off towards Manson’s room. He was hot, but Tim didn’t dwell on it for to long before going on his way.

Jamie noticed the change in Tim’s face when he commented on the break up between Manson and Dita. Jamie thought about that for a moment.. so it was true. The journalist in Jamie wanted to go after Tim and see if there was anything else he would like to spill, but he was far more interested in going to see Manson. He smiled at the thoughts that ran through his head before quickly making his way towards Manson’s dressing room, stopping outside of the closed door, just standing there for a moment before he knocked politely at the door.

Manson was feeling no pain as he laid back on the couch in his dressing room, his head laying back against the arm rest and one leg draped over the side so that his foot was flat on the floor, tapping at about a mile minute as the speedy feeling of the drug worked it’s way through his system. With the exception for making arrangements for the bitch moving out, the day had been going pretty well as it seemed the people that he dealt with on a daily basis were going to great pains to stay out of his way. "Yeah..?" He called out towards the door, thinking that it would probably be 5 coming to harass him about Dita, and try to get in his pants, horny bastard.

Jamie opened his mouth to give his name after Manson called out, but he quickly realized that would have no meaning what so ever to the shock rocker since he had never even given his name to him. He thought for a moment before speaking, "Hey.. Just another obsessed fan. Can I come in?" Jamie kind of thought it was unlikely that Manson would recognize his voice simply from the blissful screaming that he’d done the night before, but he could always hope on the off chance. He nervously tapped one of his fingers against the door frame as he quietly waited for permission to enter.

Manson was silent for a few moments after the person on the other side of the door responded to him. The voice sounded vaguely familiar. He tried to think about whose voice that belonged to. It took a few moments before it clicked in his mind, finally realizing that it was the kid from the other night. He smirked, he hadn’t been completely sure that he would come back, but he was glad that he did as he wasn’t looking forward to having to find someone else to fuck that night, and he already knew that the kid was good. "Yeah, you can come in." He said, not getting up from his place on the couch as he looked over at the door.

As Jamie waited outside the door, he started to think that Maybe Manson didn’t want him to come in since he was taking so long to say anything at all, though really it hadn’t been all that long at all, a few short moments at best, but it didn't feel much longer than that for Jamie. Though that feeling completely died off when he heard the confirming words from Manson that it was alright for him to enter. A smile crossed over the boy’s face as he slowly pushed the door open and stepped inside, closing it back behind him.He looked over at Manson and smirked softly, "Hi there... how goes it?" Jamie was overjoyed to be here without having to worry about the security catching him and throwing him out for sneaking in.

Manson smirked slightly at the look on the boy’s face, and then at the question. He raked his eyes up and down over the boy standing before him with a hungry look in his eyes. The kid looked fucking hot, especially dressed the way he was, the small and teasefully glances of skin showing in certain places, it made Manson want to rip every bit of it away from take him that very moment. He hadn’t invited the boy here to talk, but he figured he had a god enough day so far, and would humor him, "Depends on your perspective." He smirked broadly, though not intimidatingly, more out of amusement. He moved his other leg down to the floor, leaving enough room for Jamie to sit down. He didn’t offer for the sake of being some kind of good host though, if the kid wanted to stand around all day awkwardly then Manson wasn’t going to stop him.

Jamie could feel the other’s eyes on him, as though they were burning right through him. He couldn’t help but blush at that, he wasn’t lying to himself, he knew exactly what he was here for, though he was still rather shocked at himself for wanted this. Jamie grinned slightly, pushing back his own insecurities and stepped over to the couch and plopped down next to him. He was actually feeling a lot more comfortable than he was the night before. He let his eyes meet with Manson’s, grinning at him at a burst of courage came over him and he snaked his hand up onto the rock star’s thigh.

Manson snickered slightly, the effects of the drug being near obvious, he was glad that the boy wasn’t a nervous wreck like he had been the night before. He didn’t have very much patience for people who were to shy to say or do what they wanted to, and he was greatly annoyed by star struck fans. Actually, had Manson not needed some sort of release so badly last night he probably would have had the guy kicked out on his ass. Manson looked at the other intently, smirking a bit more as he put his hand over top of Jamie’s and brought it higher up. Jamie didn’t object, his heart skipping a beat as Manson moved his hand all the way up to his groin before removing his hand from Jamie’s.

The blonde let his eyes fall downwards for a moment to look and his hand as it rested on Manson’s groin, the sight making his excitement multiply. Jamie was trembling as though he were the one being pleasured as he firmly pressed his hand against the other’s groin, givingly rubbing his and up and down there for a little while as he watched the happy expressions cross over Manson’s face. The shock rocker’s eyes fell closed for a moment, his hips arching upwards into the pleasant caresses that the boy offered to him. Jamie loved the way the raven haired man looked now, and it made him yearn to see even more blissful expressions on his idol’s face.

Manson let his eyes slide open, focusing his heavy lidded gaze over on Jamie with one hazel eye and one light cloudy blue, boring into him intently, a soft pleasurable sigh passing over his lips.Jamie eagerly moved his hand to search out the place where Manson’s shirt ended and his pants began, quickly undoing them and letting his hand slide down inside. He absently ran his tongue over his lips as he firmly wrapped his fist around the hardened flesh, pumping his hand down and then back up along his member, feeling it pulse beneath his fingertips, while letting his thumb caress gently over the moist tip in an adoring fashion.