After The Show

The emerald–eyed singer watched Jonne from offstage as Negative performed their last song. “The Moment Of Our Love,” he believed it was. The bands had been touring for awhile already and this was the last gig they would play together. Once Negative finished up, H.I.M. would go on and play a medley of hits to please the audience.

Ville thoughtfully stroked his chin as he watched the blond lead singer work the crowd. When he first met the band, he thought Negative was nothing more than an exaggerated copy of H.I.M.’s own Razorblade Romance days, but now as he watched Jonne slowly move his slim body to the beat of the music, he felt something…else.

‘How long has it been since I’ve had a truly good fuck?’ He closed his eyes and thought very hard. What came up was a short tryst with Bam awhile back. At the time Bam had been VERY wasted and Ville couldn’t have been anymore satisfied with that. No use in having the hyperactive skater be frightened and repulsed by him because he couldn’t keep it in his pants, right?

He realized that he was getting a bit turned on, but honestly, he couldn’t give a rat’s ass. The only thing that brought him out of his reverie was a rough hand on his shoulder. His eyes shot open and he turned his head towards the “destroyer of fantasies”, as he was later dubbed. It was a roadie saying that H.I.M. was on next and he should get ready. Ville rolled his eyes and nastily grumbled, “I know that, you fucking imbecile!”

The roadie was too wrapped up in his work to hear the angry rock star. Ville scoffed and turned his head back to the stage. His eyes widened a little; Jonne was staring directly at him, nervously biting his bottom lip. A sly smile graced Ville’s glossed mouth as he winked at the blond. Jonne whipped his head back to the audience, almost missing the chorus. Ville chuckled; Jonne was so adorable. However, his smile fell and his eyes narrowed as Jonne, now recovered, sauntered over to Sir Christus and gave him a lusty, open-mouthed kiss, inciting several fan–girl screams from the audience.

‘Rotten tease…’ thought Ville. Of course, he was a tease too. But this, for once, wasn’t about him.

Evidently, the teasing wasn’t over as Jonne gave Sir Christus a gentle love bite on his shoulder. More fan-girl screams from the audience ensued. Ville’s jaw stiffened as he lit a much needed cigarette. His arousal had pretty much disintegrated by this time.

‘But why?’ the voice inside his asked. Ville had to stop and think about it. Why was he feeling this way? Why did he love seeing Jonne look so cute and vulnerable but hate seeing Jonne flirt with Sir Christus on stage? Could it have been…jealousy?

‘Is that what this is?’ he asked himself, ‘Jealousy? Why should I be jealous? I mean, even though me and Bam fucked, when he told me that he and Missy were engaged, I didn’t get jealous. Well…maybe a little.’

“Missy,” he mumbled angrily, “fucking bitch.” His eyes widened and laughed, “Well, fuck me side-sally. I AM jealous.”

But it was too late for himself and Bam. He had to move on, although he could still dream, right?

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A/N:
There it is. More chapters coming soon. Please be gentle; this is my first slash fic. Read , review, and whore this bitch like it's going out of style.