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After The Show (Brian Johnson)

The roar of the crowd still echoed in my ears as I stood backstage, the adrenaline from the show pumping through me in waves. The rush of it all—the lights, the music, the fans—it was thrilling, but nothing compared to the thought of getting to see him. Brian.

Brian Johnson. My boyfriend.

The fact that he was a rock legend—the lead singer of AC/DC—was something I had to pinch myself over from time to time. Sure, I'd always loved his music, admired his voice, but when it came down to it, he was just... Brian. And even though his job took him all over the world, and he had an audience of thousands, whenever I was with him, everything else faded away. He was just my guy, and tonight, I couldn't wait to see him again.

I glanced around the dimly lit backstage area, the hum of conversations, techs, and roadies still filling the air as they packed up. After the show, I knew Brian would be in his dressing room, unwinding before the madness of interviews and more noise took over. I wanted to surprise him. Just the two of us, a quiet moment after the show, no fans, no flashing cameras.

I was getting ready to head toward his dressing room when a familiar voice boomed from behind me.

"Oi! What's all this sneakin' about, eh?"

I spun around to find Brian, just exiting the hallway to his dressing room, his signature cap still perched on his head, his denim jacket casually thrown over his shoulders. That grin of his, the one that could light up the whole room, was plastered on his face as he looked at me, hands resting on his hips.

"Brian!" I said, my voice breaking into a grin of my own as I took in the sight of him, still buzzing from the show. "You look... incredible. As usual."

He chuckled, taking a few steps closer, the sound of his laugh immediately familiar, like a favorite song. "Aye, don't flatter me too much now, love," he said, his voice husky and warm. "You were tryin' to sneak in on me, weren't ya?"

I gave him a sheepish shrug. "Maybe," I said, a little teasing, but also genuinely happy to see him. "I was just hoping to surprise you. You know, give you a bit of a... post-show treat."

Brian raised an eyebrow, stepping closer, his expression becoming playful. "Oh, aye? A surprise for me, eh? What's this then? You got somethin' up your sleeve?"

"Well," I said, stepping forward to close the distance, my voice dropping just slightly, "I thought I'd come back here and... see you. Alone. After all, you're the star tonight, but I don't want to share you with anyone else just yet."

His smile softened, and something flickered in his eyes—something that made the air between us feel charged, like a slow-burning fire.

"Ah, love, you don't know how much I've been lookin' forward to this. The show's great, the crowd's great, but after all that... I only really care about gettin' back to you." He reached for my hand, his fingers brushing mine gently before he laced them together, the warmth of his skin grounding me in the moment.

I smiled, my heart swelling at his words. "You looked incredible out there. Like you were born to be on that stage."

He shrugged, but his smile grew, and I could see that warm pride in his eyes. "Aye, maybe. But it don't mean a thing without you watchin'. You're the one who makes it all worth it, love."

I felt my heart skip a beat. Even after all the concerts, the years of being around rockstars and legends, I still couldn't get used to the way Brian made everything feel personal, every moment feel like it was just for me. His words were sincere, and I knew that beneath all the noise and the crazy tours, I was his world.

"Brian," I whispered, suddenly feeling shy. "I've missed you so much. The show was amazing, but all I really wanted was to see you."

He moved a bit closer, until there was barely any space between us. His hands rested on my hips, the warmth of his touch making me feel like I was the only person in the world, the only one he was thinking about. "Well, now you've got me," he said softly, his voice dropping lower as he looked down at me, his lips just a breath away from mine.

I didn't say anything. I didn't have to. The look in his eyes said it all, and when his lips finally found mine, it was like coming home.

The kiss started slow, gentle. His hands slid up my back, pulling me a little closer, the warmth of his touch seeping into my skin. I felt the heat of his body pressed against mine, and everything outside of this moment—the noise, the people, the flashing lights of the world—faded into nothing. It was just us.

After a long beat, he pulled back, his lips still hovering near mine as he exhaled, his breath warm and steady against my skin. He looked at me, his eyes dark and tender. "You know," he murmured, his voice thick with affection, "I could get used to you sneakin' back here every night after the shows."

I smiled, my hands sliding up his chest to rest over his heart. "I'd like that," I whispered back. "Just you and me, no crowds, no noise—just us."

Brian pressed a soft kiss to my forehead, his arms tightening around me as he murmured, "Aye, love. I'd like that more than you know."

I closed my eyes, resting against him, letting the warmth of his embrace wrap around me. "I've missed you," I whispered again, my voice muffled against his shoulder.

"Missed you too," he replied, his voice gruff but soft. "You're the best part of my day, every day. Even with all the chaos of the tour, all I think about is gettin' back to you."

I smiled, squeezing him just a little tighter. "I know, Brian," I said softly. "And I'll always be here. Just for you."

We stood like that for a moment, his arms around me, the noise of the tour still buzzing faintly in the background. But in this little space, with just the two of us, it felt like the world had stopped spinning. It was calm, peaceful, perfect.

Finally, Brian pulled back just slightly, his fingers still intertwined with mine. "Well, love," he said with a playful glint in his eye, "what do ya say we grab a drink and get outta here? We've got all the time in the world now."

I laughed, my heart fluttering as I nodded. "I think I'd like that."

With a final squeeze of my hand, Brian leaned in for one last quick kiss, his lips lingering a little longer than before. "Come on then, love. Let's get outta this place. I've got a night planned for just the two of us."

And just like that, the night felt like it was beginning all over again. With Brian by my side, I knew I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.

~Happy Birthday Brian Johnson!~