and his velvety mouth. Drezden and his dexterous fingers and searing heat and fuck could he ever kiss...
I banged the back of my skull on the door. Out, thoughts! Out!
They remained like ticks, burrowed and bloated in my flesh.
I wanted Drezden. Wanted him in a way I'd never known was possible. Being a virgin became increasingly more frightening to me. Was it normal to be so hot, so hungry for someone? I knew he would be experienced. A guy couldn't kiss like that, hold me like that, if he wasn't.
He was bold, making a move like that in the elevator. The wildfire in his depths had crushed my lungs and eaten my strength. If the elevator hadn't opened, ruining the spell, I might have— Nope! That's it, shower time.
Preferably a cold one.
****
S weet, wild, and blacker than pitch. Whatever I was hearing pulled me from my dream. It was a sound I'd heard before, during a time when I needed to feel like someone understood me. At the tender age of seventeen, it's impossible to feel anyone does.
In my case, with bullies and the tantalizing kiss of a blade, even harder.
Cracking open my eyes showed me a white wall. Right, my hotel room. The shower had stolen all the strength from my muscles. With thick wet hair wrapped in a towel, I'd crashed on my bed and promptly passed out.
The sound came again; words through the walls. I caught snippets and clung to them.
“You fight me,” the familiar voice sang.
Drezden. It was Drezden singing through the plaster.
“Backed into a corner with your hands, and I can't keep my feet beneath me...” He wasn't screaming the lyrics. It was a low rumble, baritone and thick with constraint.
He's singing to me, was my initial, throat gripping thought. No. Impossible. He's just practicing for tonight. Sitting up, the towel fell from my head. Wet strands tickled my bare shoulders while I ripped my cell phone off the side-table. It was already three.
I slept that long? Shit. Tugging at the snarls in my hair, I tuned into Drezden's soft murmur. Even with a wall between us, his music wrapped my lungs, filled my soul. He was connected to me in a way he could never know.
My arm throbbed sympathetically. I rubbed my tattoo, soothing the phantom wounds.
“...one more night until we fall. Fight me with curled nails and wicked teeth...”
Closing my eyes, I let myself fall under his trance. There was comfort there, among the passion, the fear. In my room I was safe. Drezden couldn't see or hear me and my reactions. It was like I was seventeen again, chasing his lyrics down into the soft belly of my mind.
Back then, I never imagined I'd talk to Drezden Halifax. My dream to play in a band had been relatively optimistic. I knew I was good, but there was more to the industry than that.
Sean was proof if I needed it. He'd struggled for years to get to where he was, and I knew it still paled beside what he desired.
Even so, if I could have gotten into a position as glorious as my brother's, that would have been enough. And now I'm soaring above him. Opening my eyes, I stared down at my bare feet. He'll see me tonight. He'll cheer me on, be so proud of me.
Remembering standing in the Fillmore with Drezden, my mouth birthed a bitter frown. Too bad my parents will never come. He offered to fucking fly them out. Fly them!
My parents couldn't be coaxed to believe in what I was doing.
They'd hated it from the start.
Only Sean has been there for me. Clasping my phone, I began calling. It rang several times, each one dampening my mood. His voice mail beeped. “Hey,” I whispered, afraid Drez would hear me in his room. “Uh, just calling to say I can't wait to see you tonight. I'll cheer you on, too, okay?” I wanted to say so much more. Thanks for everything, thank you for pushing me.
Thanks for being more of a parent than either of them.
“Bye.” One word was all I had left in me. Hanging up, I hid my face in a waterfall of hair. He's probably getting ready. He goes on at five, it makes sense.
I banged the back of my skull on the door. Out, thoughts! Out!
They remained like ticks, burrowed and bloated in my flesh.
I wanted Drezden. Wanted him in a way I'd never known was possible. Being a virgin became increasingly more frightening to me. Was it normal to be so hot, so hungry for someone? I knew he would be experienced. A guy couldn't kiss like that, hold me like that, if he wasn't.
He was bold, making a move like that in the elevator. The wildfire in his depths had crushed my lungs and eaten my strength. If the elevator hadn't opened, ruining the spell, I might have— Nope! That's it, shower time.
Preferably a cold one.
****
S weet, wild, and blacker than pitch. Whatever I was hearing pulled me from my dream. It was a sound I'd heard before, during a time when I needed to feel like someone understood me. At the tender age of seventeen, it's impossible to feel anyone does.
In my case, with bullies and the tantalizing kiss of a blade, even harder.
Cracking open my eyes showed me a white wall. Right, my hotel room. The shower had stolen all the strength from my muscles. With thick wet hair wrapped in a towel, I'd crashed on my bed and promptly passed out.
The sound came again; words through the walls. I caught snippets and clung to them.
“You fight me,” the familiar voice sang.
Drezden. It was Drezden singing through the plaster.
“Backed into a corner with your hands, and I can't keep my feet beneath me...” He wasn't screaming the lyrics. It was a low rumble, baritone and thick with constraint.
He's singing to me, was my initial, throat gripping thought. No. Impossible. He's just practicing for tonight. Sitting up, the towel fell from my head. Wet strands tickled my bare shoulders while I ripped my cell phone off the side-table. It was already three.
I slept that long? Shit. Tugging at the snarls in my hair, I tuned into Drezden's soft murmur. Even with a wall between us, his music wrapped my lungs, filled my soul. He was connected to me in a way he could never know.
My arm throbbed sympathetically. I rubbed my tattoo, soothing the phantom wounds.
“...one more night until we fall. Fight me with curled nails and wicked teeth...”
Closing my eyes, I let myself fall under his trance. There was comfort there, among the passion, the fear. In my room I was safe. Drezden couldn't see or hear me and my reactions. It was like I was seventeen again, chasing his lyrics down into the soft belly of my mind.
Back then, I never imagined I'd talk to Drezden Halifax. My dream to play in a band had been relatively optimistic. I knew I was good, but there was more to the industry than that.
Sean was proof if I needed it. He'd struggled for years to get to where he was, and I knew it still paled beside what he desired.
Even so, if I could have gotten into a position as glorious as my brother's, that would have been enough. And now I'm soaring above him. Opening my eyes, I stared down at my bare feet. He'll see me tonight. He'll cheer me on, be so proud of me.
Remembering standing in the Fillmore with Drezden, my mouth birthed a bitter frown. Too bad my parents will never come. He offered to fucking fly them out. Fly them!
My parents couldn't be coaxed to believe in what I was doing.
They'd hated it from the start.
Only Sean has been there for me. Clasping my phone, I began calling. It rang several times, each one dampening my mood. His voice mail beeped. “Hey,” I whispered, afraid Drez would hear me in his room. “Uh, just calling to say I can't wait to see you tonight. I'll cheer you on, too, okay?” I wanted to say so much more. Thanks for everything, thank you for pushing me.
Thanks for being more of a parent than either of them.
“Bye.” One word was all I had left in me. Hanging up, I hid my face in a waterfall of hair. He's probably getting ready. He goes on at five, it makes sense.
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