The Non-Fan

 

He honestly didn’t look the type. He had the whole teen Justin-Bieber look going on with his floppy, shiny hair and million dollar smile. When he stood on that stage, all the little girls and teenage crazies would fawn over him; reach out to him as if he were some kind of God, some even cried. Disney threw record deals at him the moment he became a big star; Nickelodeon planned on giving him his own show if he signed over to them. Girls mobbed him wherever he went. He had record signings, toured the country, did charity work. His perfect face plastered every teen magazine known to man. Everyone talked about how modest he was; they said he was the sweetest kid ever; the poster boy for teen-pop sensations everywhere. Which was why I was surprised by his offer…However, let me start at the beginning.

My little sister, Mya, plagued me about going to see Nick Grayson in concert for weeks. Our mom wouldn’t let her go without an “adult” present (her friends were bringing their moms, but she needed her own), so she begged me constantly. She’d drop little hints by turning up his number one songs: “We’re Gonna Party Tonight”, “Dance with Me” and “Let Me Love You”; putting Tiger Beat magazines on my bed; not to mention bringing it up right in the middle of conversation. After hearing “Dance with Me” for the millionth time, I agreed. The other moms said I wouldn’t have anything to really be concerned about. They told me I could go off elsewhere while they enjoyed the show. I planned on taking advantage of that statement. Mya was fourteen, surrounded by a large crowd of people, and with three other adults and trusted friends. I highly doubted something serious would happen, so I didn’t worry much.

Surprisingly, Starbucks wasn’t super packed. I thought I’d see gangs of giggling girls all texting on their iPhones about the concert and how hot Nick is; parents would stand in the line with tall orders of coffees to prepare themselves for the long wait in the line. Instead, I was greeted with a quiet atmosphere of empty tables with a short line. The overwhelming aroma of coffee floating through the air, making me sigh at the scent; baristas were behind the counter fixing orders for their customers and stocking on their scones and other goodies. I saw myself with a venti-sized Vanilla Bean frappe and a brownie. I moved up to the counter, placed that exact order, then stood by the drop-off area.

I took a glance around the room, taking in the peacefulness before I noticed him. The boy stood near me, about half a foot taller, shiny blond hair with bangs flipped to the side above his eyes, and a lean figure underneath a white tee, baggy jeans and Air Jordans. Beside him stood a large stocky man who was someone I definitely wouldn’t want to cross. I recognized Nick Grayson even underneath the black shades he wore. I wondered for a moment why he was at a Starbucks so far from the stadium, but then I remembered the screaming fans and cameras outside and didn’t blame him. I would admit: His cuteness level went up much more in person. Everything about him really was perfect.

When his gaze shifted over to me, I quickly looked away. Last thing I wanted was him thinking I was another one of his little fan girls.

As I ate and drank, my eyes continuously moved to Nick. I suppose never seeing a celebrity in person caused me to look at him a lot. This was proof the fresh-faced kid everyone liked so much existed. He grabbed his order from the counter girl then sat at a table far across the room. He and I actually having any kind of interaction proved unlikely, considering the fact he sat with a huge bodyguard whom he seemed to be in conversation with. Plus, I was just another customer in the shop. Though, the whole time we sat there (before he left to go back to the stadium), I felt him glancing over to me too.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

My time in Starbucks was short, but my spending my time walking around Chicago felt longer than an hour. Soon enough, I found myself walking back towards the stadium with the look of oncoming exhaustion on my face. I couldn’t wait for the night to end. When I reached the exit to the large concert space, I spotted my blonde-haired sister and her friends behind the yellow tape that lined out the door. I assumed people were waiting for their moment with Nick. She waved frantically to me, so naturally I moved over to her.

“Hey,” I said, “How was the concert?”

“It.Was.Amazing!” Mya beamed, “Nick was like so awesome. He wore this super cute blue jacket and these jeans that made him look so hot! Not to mention, his voice was like incredible. He sings like an angel. I love it!”

“I’m glad you liked it. Now you can stop blasting his songs-“

A huge unison of shouts and squeals interrupted me as Nick came out of the backdoor. The look of surprise on his face made me believe he hadn’t expected hordes of fans to be waiting outside. Instantly, he began taking pictures and signing autographs. Mya and her friends kept waving their pictures and cameras at him; when she saw he wouldn’t notice them, she handed her picture of him to me.

“Here! Get him to sign it for me!” She shouted over the screams.

“Why?!”

“You’re closer and bigger! He’ll see you!”

I grunted before taking the picture and then moving towards the yellow tape. I called out his name unenthusiastically, waving my picture in the air like the other girls. Crazily enough, he spotted me. He grinned as he took the picture.

“What’s your name?!” He said.

“It’s for my sister! Her name’s Mya!”

He spelled her name correctly (most spell it with an I). His eyes drew up to mine before he said, “Aren’t you that girl from Starbucks?!”

“Yeah, I could be,” I wasn’t gonna lie.

“Cool! Listen!” He came closer to me, so only I could hear him. “Why don’t you come to my hotel later tonight? It’d be awesome to hang out with a cool fan for once.”

A night with Nick Grayson? “Sure. Sounds cool.”

“Awesome. I’m staying at The Hilton. Room 2201.” He wrote it on the back of my hand, “So you won’t forget.”

He winked at me before walking away. I felt my cheeks grow hot when I thought about the dirty things that boy could do to me and vice versa. The guy did know how to make a girl blush. I handed the picture to Mya who jumped up and down at the sight of the Nick’s stationary figure. I barely paid attention to the group on the way back to our hotel. I wondered- in this time- about my sneaking off to see Nick. My stomach churned a little bit. Mya would most likely see me leave because we were sharing a room; if she saw me walking out the door, she’ll tell my mom about me leaving her alone in the room after lights out (one of the moms set up a curfew so we’d all be “refreshed” for the trip home…stupid bitch). Of course, my mom will freak out and ground me. So, I had to be secretive.

Luck played for my team that night however. Mya decided she needed to shower when we arrived back in our hotel room. This meant I could casually announce I’ll be going to the lobby to grab some dinner (even though I had eaten earlier) and would be back soon. She bought the story. The moment the bathroom door closed, I rushed to my luggage. I had only brought a small amount of clothes since we were only staying for one night, so I didn’t have much of a selection. Pulling off my clothes hurriedly, I moved back and forward between my suitcase and Mya’s (we both sat around the same size). Eventually, I left the room fresh faced in this violet jersey top Mya owned that had a subtle neckline and the fabric slightly stretched to the side, while my skinny jeans hugged me and my mom’s heels clicked on the floor. I think I looked rather sexy but like not slutty sexy, you know? I mean, I didn’t want sweet innocent Nick Grayson shutting his eyes if I wore anything less.

I took a taxi to the Hilton and then an elevator to the twenty-second floor; the big bodyguard answered the door with arms crossed. I could tell the look checked for any possible threat rather than me looking nice.

“Um,” I began, “I’m here to see-“

“-It’s cool Chris,” A voice said from behind the human wall. “I invited her over.”

The bodyguard turned around. The two shared a look. “Nick, you’re mom told me you’re not allowed to have girls over, especially after the, um, incident with the last one.”

“Chris,” Nick said, “That was different. She’s cool.”

He paused for a moment, “Alright. I’ll be out here if anything goes wrong.”

He checked me out once more before leaning against the wall outside. Nick took my hand and shut the door. I realized he had changed. Not into pajamas, but a red and blue striped collared shirt and ripped baggy jeans. Just like me, he thought appearance was important tonight. The hotel room reminded me more of a penthouse. There were two rooms: One a bedroom and the other a living room area. The couch and jade green arm chairs sat in front of a large fireplace with a flat screen above; little landscape pictures on the walls with a vase of flowers on the coffee table. The hotel really took pride in their rooms.

“So,” He said, walking over to a room service cart to pour drinks for us both, “I’m gonna take a guess and assume you didn’t really go to the concert?”

I laughed a little, sitting on the couch, “No, not really. My little sister dragged me all the way up here so she could go. She’s a really big fan of yours, so she just had to come. What gave it away?”

He sat beside me and handed me my drink. “One, I saw you at Starbucks an hour or so before the show started and two, you didn’t seem to happy about being in a large crowd of screaming fans.”

“Which drove you into asking me here?” I guessed.

“Yeah pretty much,” He chuckled softly. “I normally get crazy fan girls who would do anything to hang out with me. You know, the kind of will spend hours telling me how awesome I am or how much they love my music, which is nice and everything, but kind of annoying. I already deal with paparazzi, so dealing with fans is sometimes annoying.”

“But don’t you love your fans? They’re the reason you’re so popular in the first place.”

He sipped his drink, “Don’t get me wrong, I love my fans. I meet some pretty cool ones sometimes, but the crazies are the ones I normally meet.”

“Yeah, my sister is one of your crazies,” I said. “She has pictures of you everywhere in her rooms, buys your shirts whenever she can, listens to all your songs, and actually became jealous when you dated that famous girl for a while.”

 

He laughed, “I get that a lot. I felt bad for her because she started getting death threats from the crazies about dating me. I sometimes think that’s what drove her away from me. She couldn’t handle the heat so she left.”

“You don’t sound too upset about it,” I pointed out.

“Well, she was a bitch anyways.” Was it weird to feel awkward about him cursing? “All she did was nag at me or complain about me not spending time with her. She was selfish, superficial and way too concerned with her looks. I wasn’t sorry to watch her walk out my front door.”

“Don’t blame you. I once had one of those possessive, jealous boyfriends who treated me more like a trophy than a girlfriend. He’d show me off to all his friends and talk about how hot I was.”

“Well, you are hot…” He said casually.

“Am I now?”

“Yep.” He scooted closer to me, putting his drink down and taking mine as well. The light scent of cologne intoxicated me a little. His eyes stared right into mine, while his hand brushed some hair from my face. “You have super nice legs,” A hand went on my thigh, “A tiny waist with decent-sized hips and a sweet ass…” He began to lean into me, “Soft lips I could kiss forever…”

This might sound unwise, the kind of thing I might regret tomorrow, but I let him kiss me. I didn’t protest when his lips pecked mine; I didn’t smack his hand when he cupped my jaw; I didn’t complain the moment our kiss became deeper. I sat there; merely allowing this pretty boy to make out with me. His tongue massaged playfully with mine. After a few minutes, those gentle lips went down my neck, nibbling and sucking on the way down to my collarbone.

“Why don’t we go into the bedroom?” He asked, tenderly nibbling my earlobe. “So you’re more comfortable?”

I gave no kind of rejection. He led me into the bedroom where we laid down on the king-sized bed of his. We kicked off our shoes and then continued to make out. Nick held me close to him with an arm around my waist; his free hand pushed the hem of my shirt up slightly. Goosebumps formed all over me at the touch of his fingertips over my stomach. I wrapped my leg around his so his hand went around my back. My hand went up into his hair…those blonde locks really were soft. He felt so good against me that I didn’t want him to let go. I rolled him over onto his back so I could straddle him. The second I did, those hands set themselves on my backside, gripping my cheeks kindly. Our hips began grinding on each other; our lips stayed locked together.

His hands went underneath my shirt to pull it off; then I returned the favor. He actually had a hot body for a guy his age. I thought of asking for his age while he turned me over onto my back again, but I decided against it. Did age really matter at this point? I won’t tell. He won’t tell. His hand went in between my breasts and pulled the fabric aside, his fingers brushing my nipple. They did this for a while, circling and running over the areola teasingly. Eventually he pulled the bra underneath my breast to suck lightly on it; his tongue twirling and flicking in his mouth. I moaned softly as his other hand undid my pants; I bucked my hips some when I felt it slip inside to rub on the outside of my panties. His lips didn’t neglect my opposite breast. He repeated the same action; he switched between them until he completely removed my bra with both hands. He truly surprised me. He knew exactly what he was doing. He knelt away from me and slowly removed my pants, leaving me in only my underwear.

Neither of us spoke as Nick settled in between my legs. The rough material of his jeans brushed up against my panties; his hand cupped my jaw again and he kissed me deeply. I felt my lower region pulsing the whole time. I wanted him in me already; I wanted him to pleasure me in ways other guys haven’t. We both continued grinding on each other, occasionally moaning along the way. The room suddenly felt hotter the longer we were on top of each other. His hands went up into my hair as mine did to his; our bodies pressed closely together in a warm embrace.

Nick knelt up again, this time to undo the pants he had kept on this whole time and pull them down some. I lifted my legs so he could slip off my underwear easier. I sat up in my spot to drag down his boxers; inside them was a stiff, hard member waiting to be played with. I eagerly obliged. Nick rested back on top of me with nothing no longer between us. My legs wrapped around his waist while he hovered himself above me. His cock rubbed in the middle of my pussy; I moaned at the contact. Once he saw my reaction, he started moving up and down on it. The juices began coating the one side of his erection; I had completely slicked him by the time he moved inside me.

“Oh fuck,” He groaned out. My tight walls wrapped around him immediately, and he loved it.

The young boy pushed in and out of me like a pro, his hands on the back of my knees. My breasts bounced with the steady movement. Our cries and moans mixed together to fill the room around us. I thought he might cum sooner than a normal guy because he was pretty adolescent, but he held himself pretty well. He then put one knee over his shoulder and propped himself up on his hand. The angle his member slid in made me moan louder. Seeing this as an okay, he went faster; his force grew harder. I was sure his bodyguard could hear us from outside.

“Nick…Nick…Oh god, Nick,” I said, imaging the tip of his penis hitting my g-spot perfectly.

He released my leg from his shoulder; he held my hips with both hands and began ramming me. “Oh shit…Oh you feel so fucking good….”

The headboard banged gently on the wall behind it; I swore I could hear someone pounding the wall and telling us to keep it down. Of course, we didn’t listen. Small beads of sweat gleamed on Nick’s body as he worked me; I kind of liked it. He looked beautiful. His hair tousled all around in little blonde strands, while his strong arms constricted as he banged me. I could finally see why my sister admired him. The guy was a God.

My hips moved upwards to him, which allowed him to sit up right with my ass in his lap. He rolled over onto his back with me on top. His penis penetrated me from another position now, which felt fantastic. I supported myself with my hands on his lower abs. I rocked my hips gradually on him. This struck a definite chord in Nick. His head tilted back as his groans grew louder. I noticed he enjoyed it more the moment my hips circled around with him inside. Those green eyes of his fell shut; his heads tossed sideways and he whimpered softly. I could tell by the look of ecstasy on his face he was far from the little boy on Tiger Beat magazines. He was a man enjoying a nice fucking from a stranger; getting a little piece of his own heaven.  

Nick’s thumb went around my clit, sending the nerve endings in frenzy. He played around with the sensitive nub, sliding around on the messy lips, and rubbed the space between clit and hole. After some time, my body stiffened; my walls tensed around him and my moans turned into grunts and groans. That was a signal for him to move faster, pushing right into the center of me. I felt my climax coming on, but not as quick as usual. My own body teased me and kept Nick in suspense. His lower half began meeting with mine, yet I could see the anticipation in his eyes. He didn’t want to cum before me, so he was going to make this as good as he could. Suddenly, I stopped. A rush of pleasure wracked through me, making me tremble and shake like my body was an earthquake. Nick prolonged my orgasm by shoving himself within me over and over. My orgasm eventually subsided and he pulled out. Drops of white seamen shot out of him in long and short streams on my stomach. I’m sure he hadn’t meant to shoot on me, but I didn’t complain.

In the end, I collapsed on the bed beside him. Silence stayed between us both, only panting sounding the room. A few minutes went by; then he said:

“That was….That was fucking incredible…” He chuckled.

“Yeah,” I agreed, “Definitely.”

“Gives your sister something to be jealous about.”

I laughed a little as I sat up in the bed, “Please, if I told her I had sex with Nick Grayson, she’d kill me then tell my mom about it.”

“Where does she think you are right now?” He asked, lifted up by his elbows.

“The lobby of our hotel.”

We both stared at each other…then laughed.

FIN