Those Bloody Tears

Chapter Three

         I smirked as I watched Andy dust Jersey’s face with ultra-white powder; he was chewing on his lip in such concentration, I couldn’t help but watch. I really wanted to do something obscene, but unfortunately I was feeling incredible lazy and didn’t feel like getting up. I waited, not so patiently, tapping my fingers on the vanity in front of me humming a song, until he came over to do my makeup. I was the last band member of the day and I decided that he should be punished for making me wait so long.

            “Hey, sexy, how are you?” I purred leaning forward. I pondered whether or not I should touch him, and I decided against it. This game of perv and pervee was all about timing, how much he could handle at once.

            His face turned a bright tomato red and stammered a very unconvincing ‘okay’.

            “Only okay? Anything I can do to help?” I asked stroking his waistband. A little push, but not too far.

            “N-no,” the overly self-conscious boy answered with a blush. His blush made me want to take him into the bathroom right then and there, but what would be the fun in that.

            “C’mon it would be fun,” I said seductively, slipping a finger into the waistband of his pants and tugged him closer to me.

            Deliberation flashed through his dark eyes before he turned a bright pink and shook his head with certainty, “I’ll pass.”

            “Komm sexy Sie wissen, dass Sie.”

            “What?” He blinked, obviously catching the word ‘sexy.’ Funny there wasn’t a German word for one of my favorite English words.

            “I said come on sexy you know you want to.” I waggled my eyebrows most suggestively.

            I got the usual flushing, but he never denied it. He just got the next thing he needed for me. He finished a little too quickly for my liking so I pulled him into my lap. “How ‘bout we talk about the first thing that pops up?” I whispered with a raspy tone into his ear.

            He shivered and shifted in my lap, not realizing what that small amount of friction did to me. Don’t get me wrong, I had more control than just about anyone I knew, but with me just barely being over my dry spell I wasn’t in control. “S-so original.” I’m guessing he figured it out because of the small stutter.

            “I know,” I said pinching his cheek. And I don’t mean the one on his face either.

            He let out a high-pitched squeal and jumped up, but I kept him perched on my lap much to his dislike. “Don’t you have to be on stage?” he asked his eyes desperate to get away from me.

            I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him close. “Ouch that hurts, Andycakes; it almost feels like you don’t like spending quality time with me.”

            He blushed and minimized his squirming. “I-I-I”

            I cut him off by pressing my finger to his lips. “I know a way you can make it up to me.”

            He swallowed afraid to ask, but did any way. “How?”

            I put my hand on his leg and then slid it up to his thigh suggestively. His eyes bugged out of his head. “Hmm, a kiss or maybe something more,” I said moving my hand just inches away from his crotch.

            “Umm,” he said looking at me with worried eyes.

            “Umm, is that equivalent to ja in your language? Well that’s what I’m going to take it as,” I said and pressed my lips to his roughly. He jerked back before I got a chance to actually kiss him. Kissing was what I was worse at, and everyone I had been with told me I was the best kisser they had ever had.

            “I gotta go!” he said jetting out of my lap before I could keep him there.

            I pushed him just a little too far that time. S***. Okay no kisses, but other things are okay? This boy was so confusing. I sat there thinking for a few minutes until I had to shake it off and head to the stage.

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            I was shocked to see that Andy was still at the venue so I kept silent and eavesdropped on him talking to Korey. “I hate when he talks German to me. I never know what he’s saying and even if he does translate how do I know he’s telling me what he really said.”

            “We all felt the same way at first so I understand completely and we all have picked up a good amount of German so just ask one of us what we said.”

            “And another thing he pulled me on his lap and kissed me!” he said, his voice going from angry to nearly teary before he finished out his sentence.

            Korey shook his head and gave him the ‘I’m going to have to have a talk with him about that’ look and then said, “That sounds like something he would pull. Tell me it wasn’t your first kiss.”

            “Well not exactly,” he mumbled, and oh so shockingly, turning pink.

            “He stole your first kiss?”

            “Well I wasn’t always gay… in the sixth grade I kissed my girlfriend..”

            I bit my lip; d*** I took his first kiss with a guy. It made me feel like s*** for a second, but oh well, someone had to do it. I started listening to them intently again.

            “That doesn’t count,” Korey uttered solemnly.

            “Oh, well then I guess he did.” The kids face fell once he realized what I had done.

            I decided I was done creeping. “Hello, Andycakes,” I said wrapping my arm around his shoulders and kissed his cheek.

            Korey mouthed ‘act like it didn’t bother you’ to Andy, thinking I wouldn’t see. “Umm, hi, Maxxie,” Andy stuttered out blushing only slightly. I decided to change that.

            I slid my hand down to his rear and gave it a good squeeze. “Are you going to hang out with us for our post-concert ritual?”

            His eyes bulged out of his pretty little head and he tried very poorly to cover a high-pitched yelp. I smirked and pushed it a little farther by rubbing the back of his thigh. “Uh, sure.”

            “Ausgezeichnet,” I said kissing his cheek and practically prancing away on my gazelle-like legs.

            Before I was out of earshot I heard Korey say, that Ausgezeichnet meant excellent, causing me to smirk slightly. It amused me how Korey had seen the kid twice over the span of two weeks and was already mother henning the s*** out of him. Like he didn’t do it enough to the band, he had to take on the makeup artist too.

            I quit worrying about Mommy Thrasher and started thinking about later in the evening. I knew that it was going to be fun. Fun didn’t sound like a strong enough word. We usually got pretty wasted after a concert and I knew that wasn’t Andy’s scene. He was so innocent he had probably never even drank before. If that was the case I was going to make it my own personal mission to get Andy hammered.

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