His voice loud and clear, Jared sings one of the bands most popular songs, jumping down between the safety barrier and the stage. The fans go crazy, screaming and reaching out to touch him. He slaps at their hands as he passes by, singing the lyrics to 'The Kill'. When he gets to one of the girls, that he noticed from the stage, one who was actually listening to him sing, and not screaming while pulling her hair out, he takes a few seconds longer to make contact with her. Wanting to let her know, somehow, that he appreciates her not screaming, or for that matter scratching at him. She was smiling at him as he approached, her hand out, hoping for a touch, just like the hundred others along the barrier. He takes ahold, wrapping his fingers tightly around her hand, while he sings the song.
As soon as they make contact, an electrifying spark happens. Starting with his fingers, it races through his arm, exploding throughout his body. Tiny sparks of light fill his head, the sound of the screaming crowd, suddenly silenced. The only sound he hears is his own heart beating, and something else; another heart beat. His knees shake from the sensation. A warm tingle in his crotch, his cock stirs and comes to life.
They both jerk from the sensation. She quickly yanks her hand away, a shocked look on her face. He steps back, his feet feeling heavy, as if he was wearing concrete shoes. The words he was singing momentarily forgotten. The girl looks at her hand, wiggling her fingers.
The moment between the two of them, seems like a slow motion movie. Jared looks at his own hand, seeing the fingerless glove cover the majority his hand, his fingertips visible, yet his hand doesn't feel like his hand. Its numb. He too wiggles his fingers, watching as if they belong to someone else. The feeling in his hand returns as does the sound of the crowd. His whole body is tingling, even his sex, he feels invigorated, renewed. Remembering that he was in the middle of a song, he brings the microphone back to his mouth. Smiling, he winks at her, then continues on, singing.
Normally Jared would go from one side to the other, sometimes jumping up to a balcony, if there was one. Here there were no balconies, just a large sports arena with their stage set up at one end. Section after section of seats surrounding the floor. He was at the other side, about to go back up on stage. But he has second thoughts, the brief sensation that had coursed through his body when he had touched the girl, is hard to ignore.
He decides to make his way back around curious to see if the same thing would happen again. He is looking for her in the crowd, as he sings, holding the microphone out, catching the fans sing the chorus.
His heart is beating fast, his pants rubbing and pressing against his cock as he walks, making his growing hard on, harder. Fans still screaming and trying to grab at him as he walks by. He finally he sees the girl. She is pressed against the barrier, being smashed from behind as fans lean over her, squishing her, as they scream, vying for his attention. Jesus Christ, she is gonna get crushed, or at least have some terrible bruises along her ribs. He winces, feeling her pain. He approaches her. He stops in front of her, singing the last line of the song as security guards on either side of him hold the crowd back. He takes a deep breath as the song ends. He smiles and holds his hand out to her. The crowd screams even louder. The security guards, grunting, presses in, holding them back, hoping the barrier stays up for Jared's sake.
The girl gets jostled, hands appear all around her, reaching out for Jared. She looks at Jared's extended hand, biting her lower lip, hesitating. Slowly she reaches out, her arm being jerked and scratched at by jealous fans, trying to get their hands in the way. Jared quickly grabs her hand, holding on tightly. Once again the electric current rushes through his body.
The sensation wasn't as shocking as the first one. It still hit him hard, making his body jerk, but this time there was a pleasant tickle, a flutter, as if a million butterflies were landing on his body. A warm heat filled him, it was like sinking down into a hot bath, causing him to catch his breath sharply. Again the sounds of the crowd fade as Jared closes his eyes, dropping the microphone to his side. As the sensations became more pronounced, his cock jerked, throbbed, begging to be released from the confines of his pants. He felt like he was about to have an orgasm.
His eyes fly open as the hold is suddenly broken as his hand, his arm is roughly jerked away. Jared sways, a security guard catches him, holding him up. The contact broken, the sounds of the screaming fans assault his ears, making his head hurt. The mother fuckers could be so annoying with their screaming. The guard drags him away, pushing him back up on stage.
Jared looks back at the girl, wincing as he notices her being shoved, the crowd around, her pushing her into the barrier. She is going to be crushed. Jared yells at the guards, telling them to help her, to get her to medical. His feet feeling heavy, and his knees weak, he stumbles up on stage. Turning to watch as the guards pull the girl up over the barrier, setting her down on the other side. She briefly looks up at him, her mouth open, gulping for air. She gives him an odd look, nodding to the guard as he asks her a question. She smiles, this time winking at Jared, as the guard helps her walk away. She hugs herself, in pain, and limps off. Poor thing, he thinks, she probably has broken ribs and toes, all because he had paid just a little bit of attention to her. Yet something inside tells him, that what he had experienced when they touched, she had felt it too.
He heads over to the drum set, where bottles of water were placed. He grabs a bottle, taking a moment to gulp some down, his hand quickly readjusting his hard on. Shit, he thinks, just what he needs right now; to be on stage with a raging hard on and for all to see. Fuck.
Shannon, the drummer and his older brother looks at him, "What the fuck was that about?"
"What?" Breathing hard, Jared looks innocently at his brother.
"What? You nearly got yourself killed out there. Why do you insist on doing stunts like that? One of these days they aren't gonna let you go. They'll rip you to pieces."
Jared smiles, his brother was always so worried about him. He looks back at the audience, "No they won't." He hears Shannon sigh in exasperation. They have had this discussion too many times.
A stage hand comes up to Jared, handing him his guitar, "That girl that was just taken to medical, run over and give her a backstage pass, okay? She has long brown hair and is wearing a purple shirt, kay?" Jared tells the stagehand, as he swings the guitar strap up over his head. Thankful that the guitar will hide his hard on, and hopefully by the end of the song it will be gone. The stagehand nods his head in understanding and runs off. Jared nods his head to his brother, signaling the start of the next song.
Later, after the concert is over, and the pit at the bottom of the stage has been emptied, the crew sets up a table, where the band comes back out and signs autographs for at least four hundred fans. It was a signature mark of theirs, an opportunity for their fans to have a brief moment with them. While the roadies break down the stage, pack up the equipment, and load the trucks. The fans line up, excitedly and patiently wait. The event is run like an assembly line, Jared and the boys sign CDs, pictures, t-shirts, whatever is presented in front of them, usually ninety minutes later it is over and the floor is once again cleared.
Meanwhile backstage, a room is set up with food and drinks, a small area where select fans, concert promoters, event planners, the press and local bigwigs can gather and wait, for their private moment with the band. Girls who were lucky enough to score backstage passes, pimp and prim, waiting for their favorite to notice them. The evening passes, and the band is deluged with congratulations and slaps on the back, from people telling them how much they enjoyed the show. How they thought it had been a success (it should have been, since the concert was sold out), and how much they were looking forward to the boys returning and doing another show in the future.
Jared is milling about, politely chatting with various people. He keeps an eye on the door, waiting to see if the girl shows up. When he had first entered the room, he had quickly done a once over, looking for her, hoping that she was here waiting for him, but not seeing her, his hope had turned to disappointment. He checked with the stagehand who tells him he had found her, and he had indeed given her a pass. So with that information, Jared asked around, wondering if maybe she was too injured to come. Someone remembers her and tells him she was fine and had left on her own accord, but didn't know anymore. No...they didn't remember what her name was.
The evening seemed to drag for Jared from that moment on. He works the room, stopping and talking to people, always watching for her. Several girls come up to him, flirting, batting their eyelashes, thrusting their breast at him, touching his arm. With every touch, he held his breath waiting to see if the sensation he had experienced with her would return with somebody else, but it never did.
Jared sighs, the day catching up to him, he is tired and ready to go to the bus. His bunk looking really appealing to him. He starts towards Shannon, to tell him he is heading to the bus, when out of the corner of his eye he sees her enter the room. Jared's heart skips a beat. He stops, keeping to the far side of the room.
She pauses just inside the doorway, looking around, fingering the pass hanging around her neck. Without the barrier in front of her, Jared can check her out. She is wearing a form fitting lavender shirt, with three quarter inch length sleeves. A scooping low cut neckline fits tightly across her breast, lovely big rounded breasts. Jared licks his lips, his eyes trailing down over her slender waist, the shirt tucked into dark low rise jeans, black boot style shoes on her feet. The backlight from the hallway, silhouetting her hourglass form. She has dark long brown hair, cut in layers that softly frame her face and cascade down her back.
