Let the Music Move You

Disclaimer: This story was edited by Savaial, to whom I owe a large debt of gratitude for amazing work!


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Sweat and hormones seemed to meld together the teenagers and college students that crowded the barn behind Club Fetish. The patrons of the nearby church attempted to close down the small dance club nearly four years ago. However, as long as the freaks of the town only partied there, the community itself didn’t care.

Bryan walked from the parking lot as glances came his way. He wasn’t dressed for the club, just a brown t-shirt and some jeans not the chains and black and mascara that covered the bodies of nearly everyone else he saw; he was here for an insider. No one was going to stop him from getting in.

He squeezed in the door, all his tension melting away as he saw the blue and violet lit angel on stage. Closer to the singer, the bass didn’t seem so loud, at least not when combined with the treble of the guitar and the eerily serene lyrics that came from Tobias’s lips.

Seeking a distraction from his thoughts, Bryan headed toward the corner and ordered three shots from the girl behind the makeshift bar counter. He shoved the bills across the wet table, pounding down the three before ordering another three.

Usually, Bryan didn’t drink. Not to get drunk, anyway. At least, not since freshman year of high school when he and his best friend, Travis, stole a bottle of Everclear from his parent’s house. They drank the entire thing one morning before school. About an hour later, Bryan threw up all over his gym teacher’s shoes while Travis laughed his ass off.

That little episode earned him the ridicule of his ‘friend’ for the next six months. Later, he’d won enough respect on the football field that he and Travis didn’t speak any longer.

The music didn’t seem as loud by the time Bryan turned back to the crowd. Why did they lower the music?

Little Red you’re lost in the woods tonight
You think I have the answers, well maybe

Something about Tobias’s voice, about the way that his long, black nails tapped against the table next to his own in their Sculpture 503 class, that made every hair on the back of Bryan’s neck stand up on end. It was that urge that made him come out tonight, to the place most kids in the area didn’t travel. Only those labeled ‘weird’ or ‘outcast’ ventured to this Goth/ rave music spot. Bryan was one of the normal kids. That all faded away as the shots hit his bloodstream.

Another three shots and he headed back to the dance floor. His body, which once fought the crowd, now became one with it, moving and spinning in time.

I’ve seen enough of prophets and whores
To know what the future has in store

Bryan didn’t dance. He hated dancing. Staring up at his own personal savior, he couldn’t look away and couldn’t stop the movement of his hips. He never saw Tobias act so freely.

Tobias’s moves seemed so liquid outside of school. Tobias’s fishnet top and tight leather pants added a whole new dimension to this fantasy come true. He never had that sensual smile in class. In class, his green eyes didn’t glow so mischievously. He never wore his black hair down that way. It hung over his eyes and face as he gripped the microphone between elegant, strong hands. Tobias was sexual sin come alive, put on display for the entire crowd to share. Something sparked in Bryan’s stomach, made him want to drag the other man off stage.

Good little boys and girls all play
Good little boys and girls… run away

Tobias’s tongue stroked over his lips and a low chuckle rolled over the air. Bryan thought he would come right there and then. Swallowing heavily, he followed the movement of Tobias’s well-chiseled abs. His gaze went down to that delicious, happy trail, and the bulge straining against the zipper of those oh so tight leather pants.

Just as the lights, the music, the room became to swirl together, Tobias’s eyes met his own.

Follow me into the darkness
Only there can you find the light
Follow the tunnels and you will find me
The white rabbit of Alice’s dreamland.

The chords rang the song to the end. Bryan grabbed three more shots from the bar before pushing his way to the front of the stage.

“Thank you all for coming out tonight. We’re The Silence. Come party with us at the amphitheatre if you good boys and girls can stomach it. Up next is Sick Darkness.”

A brief uproar of applause and shouting sounded before the crowd shifted its attention back to the bar. The next band attempted to move all of their equipment up onto the stage at the exact same time The Silence attempted to move their equipment off it. Tobias turned around to talk to the drummer and the pianist.

Bryan stumbled to the stage, which sat only about two feet off the ground. He felt dizzy now. The only thing he thought to say came pouring out before he could sensor it. “Hey.”

Tobias turned a questioning eye to him for a moment before whirling back around to continue his conversation. The quick exchange ended and Tobias turned back around, sizing him up.

“You’re Bryan right? Manley’s sculpting class.”

Bryan managed a nod. His tongue seemed large in his mouth, and he didn’t trust himself to say anything.

“Here.”

Before he could even think about what was happening, he was strapped up with Tobias’s guitar case and holding a pedal system that he couldn’t quite balance without seeming completely awkward. In one instant they were heading out the back door, and in the next he and Tobias were loading up the last of the equipment into the back of Tobias’s black half back.

Bryan’s gaze shifted for a moment from Tobias’s face to the dark horizon. The sudden clarity of the stars and the crisp air of the night sobered Bryan up a little. Enough to realize that both he and Tobias had been standing around the car for an awkward amount of time and he suddenly had no idea what they had been talking about.

“So do you want to come?”

The idea of going anywhere with Tobias right now sounded fantastic. It didn’t matter that he didn’t remember what they had been talking about; the smile on Tobias’s face said that it was worth it.
“Sure.”

Next thing Bryan knew they were flying off into the dark. Tobias drove down the winding trail, led only by familiarity and high beams.

“You were great tonight.” Bryan attempted to talk over the radio that was blaring something by Marilyn Mansion or Rob Zombie. He didn’t know and didn’t want to ask.

“What?” Tobias reached over to turn down the radio.

“You were amazing tonight. I’ve never seen you like that before.”

Tobias let loose that deep chuckle and smiled out of the corner of his mouth. “Like what?”

“Like you were free or something, I don’t know… I guess that sounds stupid.”

“No, I get what you mean. You ever been to the amphitheatre?”

“No.”

“Well there’s a first time for everything Bryan.”

When Bryan gave him a lost look, Tobias let loose another one of those arousing chuckles that pooled straight in Bryan’s groin. That mischievous look in Tobias’s eyes didn’t help, especially because he was urging Bryan closer to his side.

Twenty maybe thirty minutes passed before Bryan consiously realized they’d been driving in the woods, and his sloshing stomach definitely did not like it at all. Up ahead were the glowing fires of hell… Wait, this is Flagstaff …

They came to a halt not too far from another grouping of cars.

Bryan thought he could walk. He found himself nearly eating dirt as he stumbled from the passenger side of the truck. He cursed under his breath, righting himself while blushing.

Tobias came around the car and wrapped his arm around his waist. Chuckling again, he pushed Bryan back against the door and shut it behind him. His long fingernails explored the space where Bryan’s pants met his shirt. He ground his hips against his prey, pulling a moan from Bryan’s mouth. Tobias crushed Bryan’s lips with his own, exploring the flavor of Goldschläger

“Sorry, just had to check something.” Tobias smiled before leading him off.

What were you checking? Bryan thought. Don’t you know I like you? His head spun out questions, but none of them seemed to make it to his mouth.

Together, they headed for not one fire, but a series of several fires throughout the forest. There were people and couples scattered everywhere. With Tobias wrapped around him, he didn’t care how much he stumbled or the way a few of the people around the fire looked at him as if he were an alien.

Tobias sat him down about three fires into the woods, where Bryan recognized the drummer and the pianist of the band sitting around the fire. The pianist currently straddled the drummer, and the drummer didn’t seem to mind as his hands disappeared under her shirt. Bryan couldn’t help but stare. Tobias plopped down next to him and handed him a beer, breaking his attention.

He watched Tobias take a large swig from a tequila bottle. The way his adam’s apple bobbed up and down made Bryan nearly choke on the beer.

“Figured I had some catching up to do.” Tobias smiled, making Bryan’s pants a little more uncomfortable. “Don’t mind the two of them. They’re like this every time we perform.”

Bryan wasn’t sure exactly what that meant but he smiled back at Tobias.

“Hey, quit pawing at each other for five minutes. I know you already fucked once on the way over here.”

The pianist sat up and smiled at the two boys, but the drummer seemed content, playing his tongue and mouth over her neck as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Dare’s gonna be pissed when he sees virgie all over you.”

Bryan made a sour face at her and she giggled a response. “Don’t take any offense; I’m sure Tobias will take care of you.”

Bryan blushed and looked away... She giggled again.

“I don’t give a shit what Daren’s gonna say. He can go play groupie to Kit and his band,” Tobias said.

“Ouch. Rough.”

“Yeah, well, you didn’t walk in to find them fucking on your living room couch.”

For a moment the Pianist seemed to try to say something, but the next moment she shut her eyes and threw her head back in a deep moan. The drummer bit her again. A blush spread across her face.

“Well, boys, I suggest you find another spot.”

“Yeah, Yeah.”

Bryan wasn’t quite sure what happened. Before Bryan could even think straight, Tobias pulled him up by one hand, leading him off in the other direction and into the shadows. The path grew darker and darker as they traveled away from the firelight.

“Who’s Daren?”

“What?”

“Who’s Daren?”

“Don’t worry about it, Sunshine.”

“Sunshine?”

“Your hair.”

“Oh.”

Tobias suddenly stopped him, shoving him against a tree and pressing up against him. Bryan tasted liquor as Tobias’s tongue entered his mouth.

Admittedly, this wasn’t how Bryan had seen this going. Tobias had seemed so meek, so shy and, well, this was a little more than expected. Hell if he was going to complain.

Bryan grabbed his hips, pulling his body close. His hands found the small expanses of skin that the fishnet shirt allowed, running up that washboard stomach over Tobias’s hard nipples. Bryan sighed into the kiss. His fingers entwined in Tobias’s long, soft hair. He’d thought about this moment for so long. Hell, he’d jerked off just thinking about feeling Tobias this close to him. His senses were overloading and shorting out, pooling in his groin.

Bryan gasped, feeling the cold of a beer bottle and a bottle of Tequila against his back.

Tobias took a step back, leading Bryan a little further off to the side. There was a quick flash of light from one of the trees. A huge Maglight was tied to a branch next to a garbage bag that had been stuffed up near a low tree branch.

Drunk or not, this is how horror movies start. Bryan started to back away.

“Don’t worry sunshine, just a little fuego so we don’t freeze our asses off.”

Bryan heard the kerosene hit the ground. There was the strike of a match and then the billowing roar of fire. He saw where the old pit had been dug out, and where empty beer bottles lay scattered over the ground. One of the tree trunks was spray painted with the words The Silence.

There was a big whoosh and a cool breeze as Tobias shook out the blanket and set it next to the fire. He grabbed Bryan’s hands and led him to sit near the warmth. Being so close to Tobias, Bryan felt warm already, but the fire made the heat nearly overwhelming.

Maybe he really was in hell.

The swig of Tequila burned him from the inside out.


“So… how long have you been in this band?”

“Do you really want to know or can we cut to the chase?”

“What?”

“You came out here to discuss my band, or did you come out here for something else?” Tobias pulled his shirt up over his head.

Though not much more of his body was shown, Bryan found something newly erotic about seeing the naked line of his torso. His response caught in his throat.

Tobias kissed him.

Bryan barely felt Tobias pull the beer from his hands, or the loss of his shirt. His belt soon followed. He felt the heat of the fire on his naked skin.

Tobias kissed down his shoulder, over Bryan’s hard chest before biting one nipple. He returned to Bryan’s neck, leaving a trail of kisses and swiping his tongue over Bryan’s skin.

It was intoxicating to feel Tobias’s body so close to his own. He felt his zipper falling slowly, releasing the bulge inside his pants. A moan poured over his lips as Tobias cupped him, but it was silenced as Tobias drank it down in the kiss.

Tobias tongued down Bryan’s chest again, tracing the curve of his pectorals, his well defined abs, and the blond, trail leading down into Bryan’s straining boxer briefs.

The warmth of the fire caressed Bryan’s naked cock. He moaned as Tobias licked a strip up the side of his dick, arching against a log behind him. His fingers wrapped in Tobias’s hair as the man sank down over his cock. Tongue massaging the underside of his dick, the liquid heat of Tobias’s mouth encompassed him. He felt the cold, metallic touch of a tongue ring against him and shuddered. His hips pumped up in short thrusts as he began to get closer and closer.

Tobias stopped him just short. He moved up to Bryan’s lips, pulling another deep kiss from him, urging Bryan to roll over.

Those kisses continued over his shoulder, and down the line of his spine. Bryan was panting so loudly that it seemed lewd in his ear. “Shit!” He gasped as teeth bit into one firm cheek. Something hot and hard thrust in between his cheeks as Tobias returned to kiss him again.

“You feel so hot against my dick. I bet you’re tight.” Suddenly, Bryan fully realized what Tobias was talking about.

“I don’t bottom.” Bryan choked out as Tobias kissed over his shoulders, his hips still rocking.

“I think you might for me.” Tobias kissed him and began to work his cock in hard snaps.

What had he been talking about? Bryan moaned, all coherent thought flying out the window as he perilously approached orgasm. His body followed Tobias’s urging. He buried his head in his hands and forearms on the log, moaning as a finger penetrated him in time with the strokes that were short circuiting his brain.

Tobias moved to pop off the cap on the lube he’d pulled from the kerosene bag earlier. He and Daren learned their lesson after one ill advised dry fuck in the woods, which led to Tobias stashing lube in all of their favorite places. He scowled when he thought about. A moan from Bryan turned Tobias’s thoughts back onto the beautifully prostrate body in front of him.

A second finger followed the first, but this time with added lubrication. The cold lube sent a shiver up Bryan’s spine. By the time a third finger joined the first two, Bryan completely forgot this preparation was leading somewhere. Then something burningly hot pressed up against him.

He began to shove his hips back urging Tobias inside him.

Tobias pushed once, slowly entering Bryan inch by inch. He stretched his virgin hole, stopping only when his balls were flush with Bryan’s. God, the man was tight. So fucking tight he had to pause a second to keep himself from coming.

This is why being in a band rocked.

Bryan became an endless series of moans and incoherent words as Tobias started to thrust into him. He moved slowly at first, picking up speed gradually. Something strangely similar to pride welled up inside him as Bryan’s moans and screams escalated.

Tobias pulled out almost completely. He began pumping harder. He snapped his hips forward, drawing loud moans from Bryan’s lips.

Every now and then, Tobias struck something in Bryan that made him moan and arch his back in pleasure. The combination of Tobias pumping into him, and his own hips involuntarily pumping back, made Bryan spill onto the ground. He felt himself clench down on Tobias, heard the groan behind him that accompanied it.

It seems like hours passed with Tobias still pounding on his prostate, his body covered in sweat and his legs shaking, until Tobias thrust a few more times. He felt the warmth of Tobias’s seed flood into him.

Bryan collapsed onto the blanket. Tobias slowly pulled out, collapsing to the blanket beside him. He vaguely felt a trickle down his thighs and wondered what it could be. His head was rushing around, and soon he passed out in the warmth of his fantasy and fire.

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[a/n]: hey folks. Thanks for reading and please R&R!