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Jamie's how body was completely rigid, unable to move or do anything as Manson soon fallowed him into blissful release, his entire body was racked as wave after wave of intense pleasure surged threw him, and when Jamie came, the tightening of his enterance immensely around his shaft, Manson simply couldn't hold back. He lost all control of himself, loud deep groans filling the room as he came in long hard streams inside of the willing body below him, his face contorted in pure bliss as his orgasm crashed into him, coursing threw his body. Had he not been wearing the expensive make-up, it surely would have been running as several beads of sweat rolled down his face.

Jamie basked in his post-orgasmic bliss, simply laying there and shivering delightfully in pleasure that made him feel as though he were floating, he was quite sure that was the most amazing experience of his whole life, and he was feeling great about it, though the thought that it was never going to happen again was a rather saddening though, but he tired his best not to think about that to much. He trembled at the feeling of having his idols seed filling his warm body, and the quickly softening length still buried inside of him. He couldn't help but gaze up at the other man with half-lidded pleasure filled eyes, admiring the look of ecstasy that was clearly written all over Manson's face. Jamie's chest rose and fell gently with each heavy breath that left him, unable to gain any kind of composure after that. He leaned his head back gently against the couch and let his eyes fall blissfully shut, his seed and sweat covered body withering limply beneath Manson, feeling as though his mind might forever be lost in pleasure.

A few last soft moans passed over Manson's lips, his eyes still shut as residual sparks of pleasure ran threw his veins. He sagged slightly against the warm body below him, though not really enough to crush him with his weight. His body quivered gently as the last of his orgasm washed threw him as he basked in the wonderful feelings, though it didn't last anywhere near as long as Jamie might of hoped before Manson's eyes eventually fluttered open, looking down at the other expressionlessly. The boy whose name he didn't know had surprisingly turned out to be a really good fuck, tight and very responsive, though that didn't mean that he have a damn about him. Breathing deeply Manson removed himself from the other's body and went to get himself a towel and cleaning himself off before throwing a towel to Jamie, landing it right over the still rather blissful looking blonde.

Jamie whimpered softly as the other's member was removed from his body, leaving him there to quiver in his bliss, taking a few more moments longer than Manson did to actually regain enough composure to actually be able to move at all. He blinked softly as everything quickly went dark as the towel fell onto his face, leaving it there for a moment before he sat up and took it off, beginning to wipe as much of the spilled seed and sweat from his body as he could. Once he had gotten as much of the waste off of him he slowly leaned over to retrieve his clothing from the floor from where ever it may have fallen to in the heat of passion. Jamie barely even noticed it, but he was grinning rather broadly now, he was completely aware at how slim the chances of this being more than a one time thing and meaningless to the rock god, but damn did it feel good. It was actually kind of relieving to know that nothing was expected of him, and getting the chance to be so intimate with the man that he had looked up for so long, even though it was fleeting, Jamie would treasure the memory of this evening forever. He let out a small blissful sigh, feeling as though he might simply fall over.

Manson glanced over at Jamie as he put on a fresh set of clothing. He smirked slightly, rolling his eyes at the expression of happiness and bliss on the boy's face, Had he not been such a good fuck he'd probably be screaming at him to leave, and telling him how awful he had been, though as it were, that would of been a flat out lie on his part, so he spared the boy and didn't say anything at all. As he was finishing up gathering his things together and was just about to step out the door, a thought crossed his mind. He was going to be doing a few more shows in the state, and one more at the arena he was in at that moment, and two more in one a few towns away. He figured that he'd want to get laid, and didn't want to go threw the trouble e of finding someone else, he went into his duffle bag and pulled out a real back stage pass, tossing it to Jamie before he simply walked out of the dressing room wordlessly.

Jamie was slightly shocked when he realized that Manson hadn't been screaming at him to leave after getting what he wanted, though that was something Manson had quite a skill for, shocking people, though not usually in that way. Jamie blinked softly as he watched the other. He wasn't quite sure what to make of the other's quietness, and thought about saying something to him, but he didn't want to push his luck on not getting screamed at so he remained silent as well. The blonde boy blinked and cocked his head slightly to one side as Manson dug threw his bag, idly wondering what he was doing. When the real back stage pass was tossed to him, Jamie almost didn't catch it because of his surprise, he gazed at it for a moment, his mouth slightly agape at the gesture that Manson had just made by giving this to him. Jamie wondered to himself about what this meant, did Marilyn Manson actually want to see him again? Maybe he was just messing with him.. or being overly cruel for some unknown reason. Jamie didn't really know. It took him a few moments to comprehend it ll before he giggled gleefully as he childishly skipped out of the dressing room, a few of the left over stage hands giving him odd looks as though he had completely lost his mind.