mObscene Ch. 02

Manson finally gave the other’s hip a firm squeeze, some form of control slipping back into place. "Get up." He said in his usual tone, not really cold, but not very loving or even caring for that matter. Jamie didn’t mind at all that Manson didn’t seem all that.. partial to him afterwords, though the fact that he wasn’t telling Jamie to leave then was more than most would receive from him, and for that Jamie felt lucky as he removed himself from the other’s hips and fell into the couch next to him, simply laying there for a few moments before he finally retrieved his underwear and slipped back into them, and adjusted his skirt neatly back into place.

Manson let his eyes fall shut again, his head lulled back against the couch as the over vacated from his body, the cool air that rushed against him from having the other’s warmth gone making one last pleasurable shudder travel through him. Jamie watched Manson as he slipped himself back into his pants and put his boots back on, unable to stop himself from watching the raven haired man as he wordlessly got to and went over to his mirror to run a comb through his long locks of hair. His make-up was still perfect.He dabbed a towel lightly against his face, removing the sheen of sweat that had formed there. He let his gaze mover over to the clock, and then over to his duffle bag. He went over and dug through it, Jamie watching him curiously the whole time. Manson pulled out a laminated card, squeezing it slightly in thought before he got out a piece of paper and grabbed a marker. "What’s your name..?" He asked the boy, his gaze traveling over to him.

Jamie blinked stupidly for a moment, one of the last things he expected was for Manson to actually give a damn about what his name was.He idly wondered what the dark haired man was doing, and leaned over slightly to try to see, "uh...It’s Jamie..Sylver.." He gave his name quite willingly to the other.

Manson smirked slightly at the curious look he was getting from Jamie and wordlessly turned his attention back to the card, writing Jamie’s name on it before slipping it back inside the plastic then attaching it o a hook on a black necklace. "Be here after the show, if you want." He said as he tossed the new pass to Jamie. This one wasn’t just a generic stadium pass that was normally given to groupies that the band members wanted to fuck, it was a staff pass that had every show date and location of the tour on one side. It was basically an open invitation. Manson smirked as he went back into his bag and pulled out a bottle of red wine before silently walking out of the room without so much as looking back at the other, though he did wonder what the other much be thinking about then.

Jamie’s mind was pretty much blank as he stared at the pass in his hands, looking at his name, reading it over and over again, almost forgetting that it was his name on that pass and not someone else’s. His mouth was slightly agape, he looked back up only to see that Manson had left the room. Jamie plopped back down on the couch, completely amazed. He couldn’t help but wonder what this meant.. his idol actually wanted to see him again? He thought it was great the night before.. he never expected that and he never would have expected this in a million years. This was turning out to be one of the best nights of his life, he was sure that he couldn’t remember ever being so excited. Jamie slipped the black necklace around his neck, by now he was also wearing an indestructible grin on his face as he stepped out of the dressing room and went to want for the show to start with the rest of the crowds.

~*~

Thankfully that night’s show went a lot better than the one before it, and there were no falling spot lights, so all was well. Jamie always enjoyed watching Manson perform, and tonight was no different, if anything it was only all that much better after mind blowing sex.. and with the promise of more after the show, it made him tingle and smirk at the very thought. As was usually, Manson ended up covered in sweat and stripped down to a thong, his boots, corset, and long elbow high black gloves with the fingers cut out. A few self inflicted cuts were bleeding visibly on his pale chest.

Atleast everything, almost, went exactly as planned. Manson ended up pegging Ginger with his mic stand at the end of the performance. Unfortunately that was about the last straw for the drummer as Marilyn was always hitting Ginger with something or other. He had even been taken to the hospital a few times because of it before. When the show was over Jamie rushed backstage, it was obvious that Ginger was pissed off, and he didn’t want to miss the show that would be going on back there for anything.

Ginger was chasing Manson all around backstage, waving his drum sticks in the air wildly, "GET BACK HERE YOU SON OF A BITCH SO I CAN KICK YOUR SORRY ASS!! Ginger screamed after Manson as he ran away from him. He was only actually running from he as he felt bad for pegging his friend in the head like that, and he would hate to have to kick his ass on top of that.

Jamie leaned up against one of the walls backstage, simply watching the events unfold before him. It had to be the most entertaining thing he had ever seen, seeing Manson running around in a corset and thong as the disgruntled drummer chased him around screaming like a made man. It was all Jamie could do just to keep himself from bursting out into fits on laughter. He brought a couple fingers up his his smiling lips, tracing them slowly as he watched Manson run in his direction once again, all he needed now was some popcorn and cola for the package to be complete.. and maybe a comfortable lawn chair, it really was quite amusing.

It was lucky for Manson that his legs were a good deal longer than Ginger’s and he ran taking longer steps, allowing him to easily outrun the blonde drummer. His gaze just barely caught sight of Jamie, upon closer inspection as he was running towards him looked rather amused. At the very moment that Manson ran by him, he reach out and grabbed Jamie by the wrist, dragging him along whether he wanted to go or not. Jamie pretty much had to be dragged along, not because he didn’t want to go, far from it, he was much shorter than Manson, actually below average height for a male his age, and thus had a hard time keeping up with the rocker. Manson pulled Jamie down the hall and into his dressing room, strategically leaving the door wide open as he grabbed up his duffle bag with his free hand and pulled Jamie with him into the large walk in closer, this time closing the door behind him. He quickly went to the back of the dark closet and pushed back a hidden door way in one of the panels, something that Jamie was quite impressed with, quite breathless, but still impressed. The space was just big enough for two people to stand or sit in.

Jamie wasn’t quite sure why he had been dragged along for the ride, but he wasn’t about to complain about it, he was really excited now, feeling as though they were a couple of out-laws on the run, or something overly romantic like that. Manson had a slight smirk on his face, one that Jamie could just barely make out through the darkness of the hidden space.Manson placed his finger over Jamie’s lips, indicating for him to be quiet, though Jamie didn’t really need to be told since he was basically holding his breath and being silent as much as humanly possibly the whole time.

Sure enough just moments later Ginger could be heard storming into the dressing room, "Manson!!" His heavy foot steps came to a stop as he was obviously surveying the situation. "Fucker!" The drummer cursed before the sound of his rapidly retreating footsteps followed soon after. Manson chuckled lightly and removed the finger from the other’s lips, obviously quite amused himself, making no move to leave the closet just yet.

Jamie let out a small sigh of relief once Ginger was gone and they were alone. Manson laughed lightly as he heard the sigh. He wasn’t able to make out the exact expression on Jamie’s face as it was pretty dark, and could at the moment only make out his silhouette. He ofcourse didn’t have to drag Jamie along with him, but it was no fun hiding along, and who better to hide in a dark cramped closet with than the kid? He gazed at Jamie for a few moments as his eyes began to adjust to the lack of proper lighting. He leaned in closer to the other so that he would be able to see his face better. "Not afraid of the dark are you?" Manson asked, still grinning with amusement as he rested his head against Jamie’s so that he could see his eyes more clearly.

Jamie took a small step backwards, as much as he could so that his back was resting against the wall. Not really trying to move away from Manson, just getting more comfortable in the small space. He put one of his hands on the other’s hip and pulled him closer, keeping their foreheads in contact with his movements. He stared deeply into the multi-toned darkened eyes, shivering slightly at the way Manson looked when he smirked while his face was cast in shadow. "Terrified.." Jamie responded in a playful and sexy tone of voice to Manson’s question, still overly amused by the whole experience.

Manson smirked and chuckled slightly at the response that Jamie gave, "Did you see the way his face looked when the mic stand made contact with his head? Damn he was pissed." Manson laughed at that, and Jamie couldn’t help but snicker in amusement as well. "Can’t wait to get to watch that in slow motion on the tape."

"Yeah, I saw, it was priceless, though not quite as good as watching him chase you around backstage." Jamie replied.

He was still grinning as he reached down into his bag and pulled out a small orangish colored pill jar out. He moved his forehead away from Jamie’s briefly as he open it, though he kept his hips firmly pressed against the boy’s. He scooped a bit of the finely cut white powder in his finger nail and brought his nail up to one of his nostrils then replaced the top on the jar. He plugged the other nostril with the hand that held the container as he inhaled quickly and deeply, feeling an almost immediate rush, a tingling throughout his body. He leaned his head back slightly for a moment before reopening the container and repeated the process of scooping the power under his nail, this time he brought the finger up under Jamie’s nose, as he let the closed container fall to the floor and plugged the boy’s other nostril.

Jamie watched Manson the whole time with a slightly confused, slightly curious look on his face, it was hard to see exactly what he was doing since it was dark, though he got a pretty good idea when the coke was held up his own nose. He blinked softly, he wouldn’t of expected to have been offered any. He was a little apprehensive and thought about declining for a moment.. since it was something that he’d never done, or had much interest in, the last thing he needed or wanted was a bad habit. He told his brain to shut up for once as he closed his eyes and inhaled sharply, instantly leaning his head back against the wall and blinking his now watery eyes open. He squeezed the other’s hips a bit tighter as the drug worked it’s way through his system, causing him to shudder slightly.

"Yeah, I’m sure we’ve got bits of that on tape too.. Definitely one for the new dvd." Manson said with a laugh in response to Jamie’s last statement, He observed Jamie with a slight smile as he slid his hands up the boy’s chest, his fingertips playing across the skin of his neck and around to tangle his digits in his hair tightly and pulling his head back slightly, gently enough so that if Jamie really wanted to he could move his head upright again, though he made no such move to do so. "I just hope he’s calmed down enough by the time I’m ready to leave." Manson grinned almost mischievously and leaned forward to slide is tongue down the other’s neck, ending at the hallow and placing a few small nips there.

Jamie moved both of his hands down onto the other’s lower back, holding onto him tightly as though he needed to for support to keep himself from simply toppling over, he wasn’t exactly used to the feelings that were now starting to over take his body, not having the highest of tolerance for what he’d been given. He quite willingly tilted his head back to offer his neck to the other man, letting out a small pleasurable sigh at the warm wet tongue and draped over his bare skin, absently pressing his hips against Manson’s a bit harder than before.

Manson smiled softly against the skin of the boy’s neck, pressing his lips to the flesh there and biting it gently. He was quite pleased with the way the other responded to him so willingly and every touch that he gave, the reactions only encouraging the rocker. Manson moaned softly, his breath caressing Jamie’s neck as he felt the other’s hips pressing more firmly against his own, and eagerly responded by thrusting his own hips forward, causing Jamie’s lower regions to quickly respond favorably and making his movements all that much more needy and desire filled. He trailed his lips slowly up Jamie;s neck as he released his hold on the soft locks of blonde hair, his fingertips now caressing the back of his neck, dragging his nails over the skin there lightly.

Jamie let his head lull about in ecstasy once it was no longer being held in place his his hair. He closed his eyes, allowing them to very gently fall shut, though it was rather hard to tell if they were actually closed or not, since it was was very dark in the small room, making it seem as though they were closed even when they were open, not to mention the gazed state Jamie’s mind was in at that time. He moved his arms around the other man’s neck and wrapped his legs around his waist, letting Manson support his weight between his body and the wall behind Jamie, both of them continuing to thrust against eager other with small, firm, rhythmic motions. Manson bit down more firmly on the boy’s neck, enough to leave a mark, but not quite hard enough to break his skin before he moved on to nip his way up Jamie’s jaw line, moving to capture the other’s lips in a deep kiss, though not quite as demanding as other kisses that they had shared, giving them both room to breathe, his own tongue almost caressing Jamie’s as he moaned gently into the kiss.

Jamie readily responded to the kiss that was pressed to his lips, letting his own tongue slip out over Manson’s tongue gently, trying his best to match the other’s pace as perfectly as possible. After a few moments of the intense kiss, Jamie broke his lips away, gasping out hotly for air and casting a lust filled gaze over at Manson as he grasped the edges of his own shirt and pulled it up off over his head and letting it fall to the floor. He quickly returned his lips to the others, as though he needed to kiss him to live, and he was suffocating from the short amount of time that their mouths had been apart.

Manson could feel his length starting to throb with painful need against the tight, black leather thong that he wore, a low groan escaping him as he pressed himself as close to Jamie as possible. He kissed the boy back fluidly, almost drowning in the depths of it, the movements of tongues and lips almost graceful as he trailed one hand down Jamie’s chest, capturing a nipple between thumb and for finger, rolling it gently until it was erect then pinching firmly, causing Jamie to cry out softly and lean into the sparks of pleasure that started at his chest and spread elsewhere throughout him.

The blonde was soon trailing one of his hands down Manson’s body until he reached the bulge at the other’s thong, grasping it and groping him eagerly. Manson groaned out in bliss into the other’s boy’s lips, and was soon unable to stand it any longer, he let Jamie slide back down to stand on his own, his lips not moving away from Jamie’s as he almost expertly worked the black thong down his hips and stepped out of it.

Meanwhile, Jamie took the given opportunity on the floor to undo his skirt and work it down his hips and with the underwear that he wore, discarding them just as quickly as he could before jumping back into his position against the wall and his legs wrapped around Manson’s waist.

Manson took hold of Jamie’s hips and pushed him up against the wall forcefully, a muffled gasp leaving him as he pressed his groin against Jamie, causing them both to groan out from the wonderfully warm skin on skin contact and arching into that eagerly. Manson let up slightly on the kiss, nipping and sucking on the other’s lower lip. Jamie took Manson’s upper lip in return, running his tongue over it adoringly. Manson shifted the boy a bit high before he thrusted himself into Jamie;s tight heat with one swift motion, aiming to directly strike his prostate as he bit down on the boy’s lip, tasting the slight traces of blood.

Jamie threw his head back with an almost glass shatteringly loud scream from the eminence pain that coursed through his body, feeling as though he were being completely ripped apart from being taken without any sort of preparation before hand. He ended up hitting his head against the wall when he threw his head back like he did. As much pain that was going through him, the hit into his hidden sweet spot helped to ease that feeling quite a bit. The intensity of the moment making Jamie crazed with lust.

Manson held still inside of Jamie for a short moment, seemingly unconcerned about him hitting his head against the wall as he began to make slow deep, deliberate thrusts into the other’s body, pulling out almost completely before pushing back in deeply. He returned his lips to Jamie’s, kissing him deeply as the boy trembled almost violently. Jamie’s breath left him in rapid uneven pants, almost unable to continue to kiss the other, though somehow managed to do just that. He wrapped his legs around the other as tightly as he could, rocking his body in rhythm with the other man’s movements. Jamie moved both of his hands down Manson’s shoulders and onto his chest, grasping both of his nipples and tweaking them roughly.

Manson cried out from what as mostly pleasure at the added pressure from Jamie’s fingers tugging at his nipples the way that he did, causing small sparks of pain to heighten the pleasure as he moved a hand down between their bodies to grasp the boy’s shaft, stroking it slowly yet firmly, his thumb caressing over the tip and spreading around ant moisture that had gathered there.

Jamie kissed Manson deeply, his tongue searching out his wonderful idol’s delicious mouth, and Manson kissed Jamie back just as hungrily, letting the boy explore his mouth, and in turn mapping out his, savoring his taste, and memorizing every nook and cranny. He couldn't get enough of how the boy felt wrapped so perfectly around him, being engulfed by his tight heat, wanted to be as deep and as close as possible. His thrusts came at a more vigorous and earnest pace, his hand speeding it's strokes to patch. He felt as though Jamie were driving him mad with intense lust.

Jamie groaned out deeply into the other man’s lips, soon breaking out the kiss to take in shallow needy breaths for a moment before leaning in to press his lips against Manson’s neck, kissing and nipping at it adoringly, moving one of his hands around to the back of Manson’s neck to twist his fingers around in the long sweat deepened locks of hair. Manson eagerly tilted his head off to one side to allow Jamie as much room on his neck as he could give. Jamie cried out against the other’s skin as he felt Manson’s grip tighten on him and the increase in pressure,

Manson almost slamming into him repeatedly. Manson bit down on his own lip roughly, closing his eyes tightly from the wild mixture of sensations, every single movement and touch egging him on, driving him crazy and pushing him all that much closer to an eventual release.