Author: Martica Narcassa PM
Vanakestral Sirgion is a huge rockstar...he's also deeply in the closet. Will he risk his fame for a chance at love with Dantrey or is fame more important? warnings: gay/bl/homo sex alcohol and language.Rated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Humor - Chapters: 3 - Words: 7,222 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 6 - Updated: 09-26-11 - Published: 09-13-11 - id: 2952035
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To all my fans on smackjeeves…sorry about this but trust me this will get updated more than the comic ever would. To all new people enjoy the story. ^_^
Chapter 1 Dumpster Diving
I stepped out of the limo and onto the sizzling pavement leading to the stadium where my band would be playing tonight. There were brightly colored posters with the band on them all around the outside walls. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed our logo tagged on a dumpster along with "KICKS ASS". The large digital sign outside also spelled out the band name, the time we would be playing, and that it had been sold out. Needless to say, we were a huge deal.
I took a sigh and started walking towards the stadium. It was going to be a long day of practice, but I felt the rush of anxiety mixed with adrenaline none the less. I called this particular feeling performance. The feeling of being nervous about how you're going to do but yet you've already conquered stage fright so your more excited and aware that the anxiety will die the moment you step on stage. Honestly it is my favorite feeling in the world.
I enjoyed touring more than recording an album. Mainly because when I had to record an album it meant I had to go New York, a city I wasn't a fan of. I have many reason not to New York, the only one I will mention now is the atmosphere of the city. It's filled with homeless people that tend to be crazy and or angry the crime rate wasn't much to be proud of either. Yet it offered a much needed reality check. When your as famous as I am a reality check is called for. Two years as the top selling artist internationally inflates your head pretty quickly.
When I got inside the stadium Kane, one of my band mates yelled
"Van hurry up! We gotta practice!"
"Coming!" I yelled back picking up the pace. For the next few hours we rehearsed our songs for the concert and waited for the crowd to pour in. Before delving into the concert details I need to mention a few things. I want to separate the reality of Vanakestral from the fantasy. At a glance I appear to have everything, this is the lie. I have the ability to date anyone I want, I'm set for life because of my fame and some very skilled lawyers, I have many athletic interests and am considered the sexiest man in the world by ten of the most popular magazines in the world. Now the reality is I could lose of this by one little secret.
That secret being, that I am 100 percent gay. So gay, that every time I walk down a street a pride parade should start up. My entire life depends on one little piece of dirty laundry staying at the bottom of the hamper. So sadly I am a gay man surrounded by pussy. I can't even think about how much money it cost for me to get one time around with another man. I guess that's the breaks of fame. I've considered just coming out and seeing if I would still be accepted, but I don't think I have enough reason to yet. Maybe If I found a single normal guy…you know one that isn't an obsessed rapist and isn't a guy with his nose up in the air too high I might confess myself.
For now I may want to come back to reality. Everything was pitch black before I reached the microphone when I did some multicolored lights suddenly lit up. "Are you guys ready?" My answer was an uproar of yeses. With a smirk I started playing our biggest hit.
~Time skip to the end of the concert~
We ended it with a love song.
"We've had fun tonight, haven't we?" Another hail of yeses rained down. "Glad we all had a great time! Goodnight!" I walked off stages as the fans with backstage passes started heading back. The amount of them was ridiculous. As soon as they saw me they started chasing me. This was pretty normal. I sighed and started running.
I headed through a door leading outside and ran through alleys, side streets and any place that may confuse them. I loved my fans, their all great people but they do not respect personal space at all. My body guards aren't even enough anymore! The fans knock them right over. Finally I seemed to have ditched them and I collapsed next to a dumpster catching my breath.
My boss yelled at me to go take out the garbage so I went out behind the restaurant with a very smelly bag of trash. I noticed a very well dressed guy sitting next to the dumpster with his head down and his was chest falling and rising rapidly. He was probably trying to catch his breath. I threw the bag in the dumpster and squatted in front of him.
"Hey are you alright?" His head popped up with a smile, instantly I recognized him. Vanakestral Sirgion! I tried to restrain myself from a total fan boy moment.
"Yeah, I'm fine, can't really feel my legs though." He was panting a lot.
"Were you running a lot?" I tilted my head curiously.
"Yeah, I probably ran 10 blocks." I shivered.
"You want to come inside…It's getting cold out."
"I hardly noticed…I'm sweating so much it feels nice." He let out a little laugh. "What's inside?"
"A restaurant. It's 4 star."
"I'd go in but I can't feel my legs yet." He laughed a little again. I extended my hand, desperately hoping he would take it. He took it without hesitation and stumbled a bit when he was on his feet.
"Thanks." He flashed a wide smile at me and leaned on me. In the back of my mind I hoped it was because he wanted to and not because of legs. I helped him inside and sat him at a table. "So would you like to order anything?"
"Would you make a custom order?"
"I'd do it myself." I smiled holding out an order pad.
"I want a large, tender, juicy steak, medium well that was cooked with bacon wrapped around it." I had to say he liked his meat. It sounded pretty good.
"I'm sure a chef could whip that up for you" I scribbled it down.
"Red wine, oldest bottle possible if you got any."
"Alright so steak cooked with bacon, medium well and red wine." He smiled again, it was a very bright smile and I wanted to see it over and over again.
"Sounds perfect." I nodded.
"it does." I'd get him even the most ridiculous order, nothing was too good for Vanakess. I dropped off the order sheet. I took a glance back and I could have sworn, with no ego, he was looking at my ass. I ducked into the kitchen and touched it. No stain or paper. How weird. I waited for his food and once it was cooked I took it out to him. He looked at the steak like a kid eyed candy. I set it down and he took a bite and sort of made a "mmm" noise at the food.
"Is it to your liking?" He nodded franticly.
"It's delicious" I smiled.
"Enjoy" I left to get the place ready for closing. I returned to his table when he had finished and had a very content face.
"That was the best thing I've had in months." He took a sip of wine.
"So Mr. Sirgion what are you going to with the rest of your night?" I asked cutely. He scratched his head.
"Not much of anything. The tour ended today so I get a week to myself…What about you?" He asked sincerely. I was honored that he asked.
"I'll have to sneak back into my dorm, curfew is soon."
"That's cool, I never got the chance to go to college." He replied running his finger on the top of the wine glass. Before I could stop myself I asked.
"Would you like to come to mine?" I felt stupid for asking and I was about to turn away when he replied.
"Sure, otherwise I would just go to a hotel room and fall asleep." His smile confirmed he was answering genuinely.
"Perfect, because I was going to have to kick you out." I laughed a bit. I was relieved he hadn't thought I was to forward or creepy. He stood up.
"Good I can feel my legs again." We walked out to my car. He looked at it wide eyed. "This is your car?"
"Yeah… sorry if it's not…"
"No no it's not that its not fancy or anything…it just looks…well no offense meant but it looks like a death trap." He bit his lip.
"No offense taken…" I shrugged. "I promise you it is safer than it looks." Precautionary he stepped into the car and put his seat belt on. I slid into the driver's side and started the car, very relieved it started in the first place. Once I was driving it finally hit me that Vanakestral Sirgion was in my car going to my dorm. My eyes drifted from the road to him. I started to note all his features. His platinum blonde hair (defiantly natural) cut just beyond his ears, his bright blue eyes that you couldn't look directly at because they felt so piercing, his nose was perfectly straight, his tan was a very light brown indicating it was natural. He was so beautiful without even having to try.
I on the other hand I was nothing compared to the god that sat next to me. I had a light brown hair that had split ends, brown eyes that matched my hair to perfectly, my skin was pale…not deathly pale like I never saw light just not tan at all and not to mention that I border lined female in overall appearance. I mentally sighed I was so far out of his league I didn't even know it.
"Oh…I never caught your name." He asked breaking the silence I hadn't noticed had set in. I almost blushed. He wanted to know my name.
"Dantrey Wiess" I squeaked out.
"I doubt that I need an introduction, right?" He said leaning on his hand while his elbow was perched on the armrest. His eyes looked directly at me and I was to nervous to look back at them. I focused on his lips. How could I forget his lips that were plump but thin and were a slight rosy color.
"I know exactly who you are." He was only the man I had spent many nights fantasizing about…the fantasies I always indulged in.
"Fantastic, I'll let public relations know their doing a smashing job" The rest of the ride back to my dorm was silent until we had to dart around to get inside. He laughed a little around the corner in the hall. "This is fun. I feel sort of like a spy." With that he hummed the mission impossible theme song causing me to giggle a bit. We crept up to the door and I opened it. I clicked a light on and he stepped inside. "It's tiny in here!" He whispered in astonishment.
"Sorry it's just a dorm." I whispered back shutting the door very slowly and quietly. He sat himself on my bed and took his shoes off.
"I'm exhausted Dantrey, I think I'll sleep now. Night." With that he passed out without another word. I adored him quietly. He looked so angelic asleep like that. I wished that I could lay next to him and place one of his perfectly toned arms around me. The odds weren't in my favor. He was most likely straight and probably assumed I was as well. I went into my bathroom and sighed. I stepped in my shower and silently relieved the worst boner of my life. I had to fire off three times before it went limp. He was just so gorgeous.
I sighed yet again fantasies had their place. I grabbed a clean pair of boxers and fell asleep on my dorm mate's bed. He wouldn't mind he was gone for the rest of the week anyways.