All Through Our Lives

April 1985 (SMUT)

[This part includes sexual contents]

New Jersey, April 1985

You jumped off the taxi and closed the door. You glanced around you: at your left stood a hangar, and on the other side a bar and a restaurant, but only facades; not the entire building was necessary for the studios. You wondered if a famous movie had already been filmed here, and nearly tripped in a camera wire while you were lost in your thoughts. You swore under the judging look of a technician who was getting out of a van and tugged at your jean jacket.

While you headed to the hangar, you felt someone tap on your shoulder. You turned: a man with headphones on his head and a pole to take the sound was looking at your figure. "Hum, sorry, but groupies aren't allowed here." Your mouth opened and you cocked an eyebrow. "A groupie? Do I-"

"y/n!"

You hadn't the time to turn completely when you felt yourself take off of the ground. "Oh my god Jon let me go, you know I get dizzy easily!" You were laughing, gripping at his leather jacket. He put you on the ground and you both took yourselves by the shoulders, eyeing you. It has been a bit more than a year you hadn't seen each other now. In March 1984, your hopes had finally been heard; you had been taken as a musician during the Scorpions' Love at First Sting tour. It hasn't ended yet, but you had a week free before taking off again.

With your parents, Jon was the only person you called when you had the time. Since you left and quit your job, he finished recording their album, had their little success, he too quit, toured, and wrote a second album. Yeah, only that.

Some days ago, you told him you were coming back today, and he gave you the address of the studios where they would be filming a clip for their next album. It would be a way for you to hear one of their new songs, and he promised you a surprise. You remembered your conversation:

"Jon, you know I don't like surprises."

"Hey! Believe me, you'll have fun." You frowned. "Jon... It has nothing to see with Richie, does it?" You had heard him scoff on the other side. "No, it's not linked with Richie." He paused. "You still think about him or what?" You shrugged, a little bit too much to be believable. "Of course not."

"y/n." You weren't even in the same state, but you blushed like he was intensely looking at you. "Hey. It was just a one-night stand, okay." You had confessed about your night with Richie to Jon of course, him being your confidant. But you didn't want to extend to your feelings too much, Richie was Jon's friend too, and you didn't want him to be in an uncomfortable situation. Plus, you didn't really know how you felt either. You heard him hum, unconvinced.

David joined your reunion, and hugged you too. He tapped on your shoulder: "So, how is Klaus Meine? He's nice, yeah? I'm sure he is." You laughed and was about to answer when your gaze met Richie's. He had just arrived in front of you, a little in retreat. He passed his hand in his hair and hesitated a bit, before stepping towards you - and in front of David - to kiss you on the cheeks. David looked at Jon then at you above his shoulder, eyebrows furrowed from being cut.

"So? How was it?"

You lifted your fingers to him. "Good, but my fingertips are full of blisters, I've never played so much." He scoffed. "Yeah, I know that. But I have a special technique for healing this, I can show you if you wan-"

"Okay!"

David tapped on his and Jon's shoulders. "Seen that everyone's there now, we can start shooting the scenes?" You looked at them and squinted. Now that everyone's there?

Their three gazes shifted to you. Some seconds passed, and Jon couldn't prevent a huge smile to spread on his face anymore.

You suddenly got it.