sexual tension (g!p)

M & P : soy and the lattés

Summary:

In college, g!p Maddie joins a band (along with Bea). Maddie is infamous for taking sexy Brunettes and fucking them in her dressing room after every show. In one particular show, a Brunette catches her eye, not realising it's Ponggay. G!P Maddie.

In some corner dive in Quezon City, Maddie is leaning against the rough brick walls, dressed inconspicuously in a black pea coat, its collars propped up to protect her cheeks from the winter breeze. The hood is up on her head, her eyes continuing to survey the line that is gathering in front of the bar that is so often dead. But tonight, it is going to be infused with life, thanks to Maddie and music.

Ever since she graduated from high school, Maddie has been living in QC. In her second semester in Ateneo, she met the people who are now her band mates, so they can form Soy and the Lattés. Their ascent into the indie music is an inevitability, thanks to Maddie's vocal range, the skilled instrumentalists, and more often than not, the sexual haze that radiated from every band member.

Bea, who Maddie found in one bar they frequently play in, and soon became the lead guitarist.

Maddie kicks off the wall and slips backstage, not wanting to be seen before the show. Inside, Bea is tuning her guitar. Deanna, their drummer, is smoking a cigarette, and Tots, their bassist is jabbing her thumbs against the buttons of her 3DS. Maddie plops on the couch beside Deanna, releasing a soft breath.

"Were you scouting?" Deanna asks. A puff of smoke blows past Maddie's face which she waves off.

"How many sexy Brunette girls are you planning on devouring tonight, huh?"

Ther reputation of the lead singer-Maddie-bringing in beautiful Brunettes backstage after the show. Most, if not all, are incredibly willing, and if Maddie is being honest, it's her favourite part of being in the band. Next to singing, of course. Tonight, Maddie feels something electric in the air, and ther... hunt, does not seem so vital to her.

"I didn't really check." Maddie answers, and ther makes everyone give pause.

Even Tots closed her 3DS to look up at Maddie. "What?"

"That is the weirdest thing I heard all day, and trust me, I've been listening to alien conspiracy theory podcasts all day." Bea says, reaching up to feel the temperature of Maddie's skin. She slaps her hand away and glares at her.

"I'm fine, Beatriz." Maddie crosses her legs, the tight pleather pants that makes up their band getup chafes against her testicles. She bites her lips and shifts in her seat.

"If you're worried about the show being - cancelled on account of my well-being, don't worry. I'm fine. I promise you can still impress whoever that is you invited."

Bea grins and returns to polishing her guitar until the dim orange light of their dressing room is reflected against its surface. They lounge around for a few more minutes until Atlas, the owner of the bar, comes knocking in, announcing that he has opened the doors, and to mention that the place is packed. Maddie rises up and strips her pea coat off, leaving her and the rest of the band, wearing white wife beaters and the infamous pleather pants.

Maddie adjusts her top and glares at Atlas who is staring at the soft mounds of Maddie's breasts. "Eyes front, soldier." Maddie says, jabbing his stomach with a smirk.

Maddie leads the band in, and the screams are endless and electric. She smirks, sweeps the audience for a Brunette girl hot enough to meet her eye. So far, none, and she carries on with singing the first song of the night.

It is not until the last song that Maddie catches someone's eye. Hazel, intense, and almost familiar. Maddie bites her lip just before announcing that it's the last song of the night. The crowd whines, but there's nothing they can do. Their encore is their next show. Maddie keeps her eyes on the hazel starlight that reminds her of the time of her life beyond ther. Their last songs are often cover songs, and out of the blue, Maddie chooses Breathless. Which she is.