Crazy Nights: A Y/N x Gene Simmons Story

The Show

I smiled at my reflection, running a brush through my long dark hair. Tonight was the night I was going to a Kiss concert. I was super excited because it was going to be an amazing show. It was a show in Detroit, and Detroit was known as Detroit Rock City after all! 

Humming a Kiss song to myself, I pulled on my Kiss t-shirt. It was a little too tight almost, riding above my midriff every time I raised my arms, but I didn't care, because I looked really good in it. I tugged on my tight skinny jeans, admiring the way they hugged my curves, before grabbing my black boots, lacing them up. They gave me a few extra inches of height, making me even taller, which was nice. 

After I had gotten dressed, I reached for my makeup bag. I wasn't planning on doing full Kiss makeup since I didn't have the time, but the least I could do was apply some silver eyeshadow to go with my eyeliner. For the final touch, I put on some black lipstick, giving my reflection another grin. I loved wearing black lipstick, because it reminded me of Gene Simmons's makeup. He was easily my favorite member and it was my dream to meet him one day.

I looked at the clock and felt my eyes widen. It was almost time for the show! Heart pounding, I grabbed my purse and keys and phone, running for the door. I drove to the arena, grabbing my ticket before heading for the doors. I loved Kiss so much that I had paid to get a front row ticket. I wove my way through the crowds, finally reaching my seat and staring up at the stage, waiting eagerly for the show to start. 

All of a sudden, the booming voice echoed through the arena. "ALL RIGHT DETROIT! YOU WANTED THE BEST, YOU GOT THE BEST. THE HOTTEST BAND IN THE WORLD, KISS!" I jumped to my feet, joining in with the rest of the crowd in shouting and screaming as Kiss took the stage. 

The Demon walked over toward where I was standing, playing his bass and smirking at the crowds. I felt my heart racing as he drew to a halt in front of me, locking eyes. His smile got wider, dark eyes glittering, and he stuck out his long tongue, flicking it up and down. My face was bright red and I nearly swooned as he gave me a wink, tossing me a pick before moving off. I loved him with my whole heart and wanted nothing more than to just tell him that. 

The show was amazing. Kiss was fantastic, all of them super talented. But Gene was still easily my favorite. He was amazing. At last the curtain closed after they took their final bows. Letting out a sigh, I picked up my purse, about to head home, but to my surprise, a roadie walked over to me, giving me a smile. "Hey! You're wanted backstage," he said. 

I stared at him in shock. "Me? But...I don't know any of the band members," I said. 

The roadie just shrugged. "Gene wants to see you backstage." 

My heart practically stopped and I stared at the roadie in even more shock, eyes so wide I thought they'd fall out of my face. Gene wanted to see me. Gene Simmons, the man I loved. 

"Oh, well if Gene wants to see me then I'll go backstage and meet him," I said, so excited my hands were shaking. 

Nodding, the roadie motioned for me to follow him. I very happily went with him, heading through the double doors that led to the long maze of hallways in the back. And there he was, standing there, waiting for me. Gene gave me a smirk, putting a hand on my cheek and lifting my chin up so he could get a better look at my face. 

"Damn, you are gorgeous," he purred. 

Heart hammering against my ribs and my face blushing so pink it was practically burning on fire, I gave him a smile. "Thank you. You look pretty good yourself," I teased. 

He laughed, pulling his hand away. "You've got spunk. I like that in a woman. You are a woman, right?" he asked, and I nodded. "Yep. 24. Only a year younger than you." 

Eyes sparkling, his smile got bigger. "Perfect. So let me ask you then, you want to have a night of fun with the Demon?" he said in his gravelly voice. 

Almost melting, I nodded, and he cupped a hand under my chin again, lifting my face and kissing me. I kissed him back happily before he broke away, grabbing my hand and dragging me down the hall, leading me out back to a room at the motel just across the street. "Oh, before we begin, to whom am I giving the pleasure?" he asked. 

"I'm Y/N," I said, and he pulled me into another kiss. "Well, Y/N, I must say that as beautiful as you are, I'm certain you'll look even lovelier without these clothes holding you back," he murmured, tugging off my shirt and unhooking my bra. 

I kissed him back, feeling his tongue inside my mouth as I yanked his costume off of his shoulders, exposing his bare chest even more. "Mm, feisty. I love that in a woman," he said in a husky voice, hands moving from my shoulders to my hips as he pushed me onto the bed. It didn't take long at all for both of us to end up naked and under the covers, going all the way.