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Flins placed a hand on his knee that bounced up and down with anticipation. The opening act had just finished their set and the main event was about to begin. The Knights of Favonius was his favorite rock band, and their music got him through some of the toughest days. But the best part was their frontman, Varka. He was a beast on guitar with a rugged voice that could soothe any soul.
Though Flins spent plenty of time online screaming about his love for the band, he was even more excited tonight. He had backstage passes for after the concert and was actually going to meet his favorite Rock Idol. It was a dream come true!
“You good?” Aether asked from the seat beside him.
“Never better!” He responded with a too big smile.
His companion chuckled and grinned back. “You’re gonna be so starstruck when you actually get backstage that you won’t be able to get a single word out.”
Flins shook his head. “I’ve been practicing.”
“Oh yeah?” Aether asked, crossing his arms and smirking. “In the mirror?”
“In my car.”
“Uh huh. And how much of this practice is just you swooning over Varka?”
Pink dusted Flins’ cheeks and he bit his lip, turning away. Aether’s laughter was followed by a pat on his shoulder. The heat of his hand felt good through his coat. The outdoor venue in Autumn was a bit chilly but with so many people packed in the stadium, he knew it would warm up once The Knights of Favonius took the stage. Their music was electrifying.
“Thank you for coming with me.”
“Of course!” Aether perked up. “They’re a great band and I love live music. Plus, I wouldn’t miss you stumbling over your words while you talk to your number one crush.”
“Hey now,” Fins chuckled. “I wasn’t this mean to you when you dragged me to Xiao’s concert a few months ago.”
Aether just shrugged and grinned. “You’re smitten beyond belief.”
“He’s hot.”
Before Aether could ask any more questions, the lights dimmed and the entire stadium began cheering. It was so loud, Flins felt as if he would go deaf. His eardrum shook and his brain rattled in his skull. Excitement coursed through his veins, hot and thrilling. He didn’t know when he got to his feet, but he was standing already, watching as the silhouetted figures started appearing on stage. Varka’s large form was easy to spot and when Flins watched the man pick up his guitar, his stomach did a flip.
The first chord and beat of a drum echoed over the crowd and the lights came up. The energy in the stadium was insane and Flins felt his cheeks warm, just as affected by everything going on around him. He didn’t even notice Aether watching him, smiling softly, his friend happy to see Flins so happy.
Varka’s voice entered into the fray, and Flins was lost to the entire world. He only had eyes for the big man on stage, a lopsided grin showing off a dimple in one cheek as he sang. Flins felt his heart skip a beat as those impossibly blue eyes stared straight at the camera and into his soul.
Two hours later, after a riveting concert and the near loss of his voice, Flins queued up for his backstage pass. Aether was beside him, grinning like a fool, having had just as much fun singing along to the songs he knew.
“Almost there, buddy,” the blonde told him. “Soon, you’ll get to meet Varka and check it off your bucket list.”
“I have been looking forward to this for months. Since even before we bought tickets.”
“I know,” Aether laughed and patted him on the back.
The attendant opened the door to backstage and ushered them in along with a few others who had been waiting in line. Flins thought he might pass out with the way blood rushed to his head. The entire band was there, just hanging out and Varka was sitting on a stool, his thick thighs on full display. Flins couldn’t stop staring. The man was even more gorgeous up close. Like a golden god with a devilish grin.
“Well, hey there!” Varka greeted the group and waved them over. “So nice to see our fans.”
The rest of the band nodded in agreement, opening their arms for hugs with their fans and posing for pictures. Flins wondered if he could get a hug from Varka. He’d probably pass out if the man even put a hand on his shoulder.
“Go on,” Aether nudged him. “Varka is waiting for you.”
“H-Huh?” Flins did a double take.
He hadn’t realized the singer was making that come hither motion at him. He took one step closer, then two, and before he knew it, he was standing in front of Varka. His favorite singer. His idol. The man of every unhinged fantasy he’d ever imagined. Flins gulped.
Varka looked him up and down, that lopsided, roguish grin pointed directly at Flins. “What’s your name, beautiful?”
Flins opened and closed his mouth like a fish, completely unprepared for the endearment. Aether leaned forward and whisper-yelled, “His name is Flins!”
“A bit starstruck, are we? That’s alright!” Varka laughed. “You’ve got plenty of time to loosen up and hang around. And I promise I don’t bite,” he raised an eyebrow and looked over the goth style clothing Flins was wearing from the fishnet gloves to the long black jacket and the thick line on charcoal around his eyes. “Unless, you’re into that sort of thing.”
Flins couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled up his throat. It was a low, frantic sort of sound that made him seem panicked. He was just overwhelmed. His favorite singer was flirting with him! How was he supposed to act? What should he say back? Should he flirt, too?
Varka signed a copy of The Knights of Favonius’ newest album and handed it over. Flins took it with shaking fingers and smiled.
“I’ve been a fan for a long time.”
“He speaks!” Varka said with a laugh and threw his hands up. “Thanks man, we always love to meet up with fans. Got a favorite song?”
“Oh, anything you sing is the best,” Flins said.
That lopsided grin was back and so was the dimple in Varka’s cheek. His blue eyes sparkled with something Flins couldn’t quite place.
“Want a picture?”
Flins nodded enthusiastically. Varka threw out one arm and Flins moved to stand next to him but at the last second, the singer pulled him to lean against his outstretched thigh. Immediately, he felt his face heat, flustered at being so close to his idol.
“Smiles in one, two, three!” Aether called.
“You know,” Varka said, just before the picture snapped, his voice low so only Flins could hear. “I’ve been waiting for a pretty thing like you to walk through that door all night.”
Flins’ heart flipped in his chest, thudding hard against his ribs as it sped up. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. This was more than just flirting; Varka was coming on to him! It was even more obvious by the way the man curled a large hand over Flins’ hip and kept him from moving too far away.
“I’m flattered.”
“You should be,” Varka said, his voice rumbling in his chest. “Tell me what you really want, Flins. I can’t imagine you only came here hoping for a signed CD and a picture.”
“No,” Flins shook his head.
He definitely has fantasized about this for months. His mind often wandered while at work when he had his earbuds in and The Knights of Favonius playing on his phone on repeat. This was already more than he expected, more than he imagined. But there was one more thing he had always wanted. He sucked in a sharp intake of breath and locked eyes with Aether, who got the message and held up the camera again.
“There is one thing I’d like.”
“Oh? Let’s hear it then,” Varka said with a wolfish grin. His fingers tightened on Flins’ hip, sending heat up his spine and clouding his brain.
“A…well, a kiss.”
“Bold request,” Varka said lowly, his eyes intense as Falins turned to look over his shoulder.
They were already so close, their noses almost bumping. Haunting yellow eyes flickered down to look at Varka’s lips. Flins licked his own, wetting them in anticipation. He wasn’t sure who moved first, but the next thing he knew, their lips were pressed together, warm and gentle.
A gasp from the opposite side of the room told him the others noticed, but Flins didn’t care. This was a dream come true. He was really kissing Varka! The man was perfect from the pine scent that wrapped around Flins like a blanket to the rough stubble raking over his chin and cheek and the hands that squeezed around his hips, keeping him in place. Varka ran his tongue over the seam of his lips and Flins opened for him quickly, wanting more.
Somehow, Flins’ hands found their way to Varka’s hair, the blonde strands soft as gossamer between his fingers. A moan crawled its way up his throat and Varka swallowed it down.
The clearing of a throat made them both jump. They pulled away from each other, a string of saliva still connecting them. Aether’s jaw was slack, his hands still holding his phone up, frozen in place. One of Varka’s band mates chuckled and shook his head with a sigh.
“A-Apologies,” Flins gasped, jumping out of the singer’s lap. “I should not have let things get so out of hand. I– thank you for humoring me, I should go now.”
“Before you run away,” Varka said, stopping him in his tracks. The man stood, towering over Flins despite him also being very tall.
Flins waited with bated breath and returned to Aether’s side.
“Dude,” the shorter blonde said in awe. “That was insane.”
“Was it bad?”
“You were definitely lost in his gaze. This goes beyond smitten. You should have seen the way you looked at him. Like he holds up the moon and stars.”
Shocked, Flins’ eyes widened and he cleared his throat. He shuffled his feet and looked down at the floor, embarrassed. He got carried away. Even when he suggested a kiss he hadn’t been completely serious. There hadn’t been a chance in his mind that Varka would humor him.
The singer sauntered over and leaned down a bit, putting something in Flins’ palm. When he pulled away, Flins saw a pick folded into a piece of paper. He didn’t get a chance to read it before the security guard was ushering everyone out.
“What did he give you?” Aether asked as they walked back to the car.
“A guitar pick, probably the one he used tonight,” Flins said and slipped it into his pocket before unfolding the piece of paper. His heart jumped into his throat as he read the words.
To my prettiest fan –
If you ever want to continue playing out some of those fantasies in your head, give me a call.
– Varka
At the bottom of the page was a phone number… Varka’s personal phone number. Flins couldn’t keep the smile off his face even as his stomach flipped and his heart rate sped up. He grinned at Aether and pocketed the note, too. He’d keep this just for himself, but from his friend’s smirk, it must have been pretty obvious. Oh well.
Flins chuckled to himself and closed his eyes, remembering the warmth of his kiss with Varka. Oh, he’d definitely be giving the man a call sometime and continue making bold requests.