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Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- Jared Leto: Thirty Seconds To Heaven by Bridget69 (angelicjolie2000@yahoo.ca0 *** A fictional account of a young woman struggling to overcome the heartbreak of a past relationship who experiences an unexpected backstage encounter with rock band frontman, Jared Leto. (MF, rom, celeb-parody) *** I stood in front of the mirror, the twin reflection staring back at me as I assessed my appearance with a critical examination. I felt as though I was walking through a funhouse of distorted glass. Surely, this was not the way I truly looked. I immediately chided myself, "Don't be so self-judgmental!" The voice inside my head repeated sternly, attempting to convince, to justify my reasoning by placing blame on the recently dissolved remnants of my last failed relationship. I should feel liberated, after all, it was nothing but a shitty one-way affair, a fact that was realized all too late. I had invested too much of my hopes, too much of my heart towards a guy who was only out for his own self-gratification, and I had become all but blinded by it. He had never really noticed me, never really bothered to take the time to know me, so why had I wasted so much of my own energy dwelling on it? Why was I just now emerging from the reclusive environment I had erected around myself? For the first time in weeks, I allowed myself to step out of the customary sweatpants and frumpy t-shirt that had become part of my daily wardrobe, only because my friends were convinced that I was going through a depression and wanted to do their best to cheer me up. The last thing I wanted to do was go out, socialize, be around people, yet, here I was, applying the final touches to my immaculate makeup, the facial mask that concealed the person I had become. Completing the outward shield of my ensemble, was the provocative top and tight skirt that I had so often relied on, simply because I always felt confident, attractive in them, but now was not the case. I wondered, would I ever feel beautiful again? Dusk was setting, the city beyond the confines of my apartment becoming alive with drivers and pedestrians rushing home, glad to finally be free of the prison that was the grinding routine of work. I had neglected my own job as of late, having requested a leave of absence for medical purposes, if a broken heart could even be considered a medical purpose at all. But still, it was a condition that manifested itself in the form of stress and anxiety which had somehow debilitated me from all daily functions. Why had I allowed myself to overreact in such a way? I was twenty-nine-years old, yet, I had acted like a schoolgirl experiencing the exaggerated tragedies of a first crush. My two closest friends, Amanda and Michelle had supported me throughout, standing in as a consolable sounding board for the many tearful outbursts and periods of despair I experienced. They were patient in a situation in which most people would have chosen to simply abandon one who refuses to see all logic and reason. I had finally given in to their insistence that I join them for what would be a long-delayed night out, saying it would do me some good to reintegrate myself into the world of the living. The evening's agenda was to go to a downtown club named "Oblivion", an establishment which mostly showcased local bands, with the occasional inclusion of a few famous recording artists. Tonight's performance was to be headlined by such a band known as "30 Seconds To Mars", which had just recently emerged onto the modern rock scene and experienced instant success with the help of a few solid releases and a loyal following. I had just gotten introduced to the band's music, but its lead talent was most certainly not unfamiliar to me. The singer was none other than Jared Leto, a reluctant former teen heartthrob and current film star who tried desperately hard to emphasize the distinction between these two ventures by keeping them as separate as possible. While I didn't categorize myself into the mold of juvenile idol fixation, I had to admit that Jared was quite magnetic, and even that was putting it mildly. Overall, he was the ultimate personification of sexuality. The pure essence of it imbued his entire being, through even the most unintentional of actions such as a subtle gesture, a casual look, a tone of voice. He was also often the subject of much tabloid speculation and was known for many romantic associations to youthful Hollywood starlets, this despite his thirty-three-years of age. I told myself that I was not one to question his personal exploits anyhow, when Amanda and Michelle finally arrived. Grabbing my handbag and checking myself in the mirror one last time, I was already feeling a bit better and had even managed to temporarily forget some of my previous reservations and trepidations. Suddenly, I had to wonder why that was. Surely it wasn't because I had been thinking about Jared? Dismissing the thought, I headed out the door. When we arrived downtown, the place was already bustling with activity, and locating a parking space proved to be quite a challenge. A long line of people had formed around the block, waiting to be admitted inside, into the brown brick tenement whose glowing marquee announced the main attractions, the red neon sign proclaiming its name. "Wow! I've never seen so many people here before!" Michelle exclaimed, as she maneuvered the car into a vacant spot. "Well, who would want to stand in line to see a band called "The Neutron Nerds" anyhow? This is "30 Seconds To Mars" we're talking about here, not some shitty college band," Amanda reasoned. Sitting silently in the back seat, I once again wondered what I was doing here, but I was soon reminded of the undercurrents of my motivation when Michelle announced, "Hey, I think the guys are already here. Looks like their tour bus over there," pointing towards the end of the lot, where the idle vehicle sat. The guys Michelle had been referring to were, of course, Jared and the rest of his band members which consisted of his brother, Shannon, and two longtime pals, Tomo and Matt. We stepped out of the car and joined the growing procession of people. From where we stood, we could hear the distinct sound of clanging cymbals, interspersed beats against a drum, the occasional riff of a guitar. The band was most likely setting up or performing a cursory sound check. Most everyone around us was wearing some form or other of apparel, from shirts to custom-made accessories that clearly distinguished them as diehard fans of the band. At long last, we started moving forward, with the exclamation of much enthusiastic cheers. We continued on ahead, albeit slowly, due to our being the few last ones in line. Once we finally entered, a lot of people had already settled within the dimly-lit space, grouped around tables, amassed in the center in their attempt to secure a closer vantage point to the stage. Others still, were filling up on drinks along the mahogany counter. The room had soon filled with cigarette smoke that clung to the air like a thick fog. I looked around in search of a dark corner. I suddenly felt trapped, claustrophobic. I was aware only of a flurry of people, brushing past me, bumping into me. Perhaps I could retreat somewhere, unseen, where I could drown unattended within the solace and numbness the flow of alcohol could readily provide. I was nudged forward by whom I had assumed at first was simply another faceless stranger, but I turned around and found myself facing Michelle and Amanda who already had their drinks in hand. "Where did you run off to? We thought you got lost in the crowd," Amanda said, taking a sip from her drink. "Oh, I just went to the ladies' room. You know, long drive, long wait in line..." I tried to explain nonchalantly. "Well girl, you need a stronger bladder. Especially if you're to handle all those drinks here," Michelle emphasized by taking a long pull at the straw which protruded from the frosted glass of her marguarita. "Come on! We need to move our asses if we want a good view of the stage," Amanda prompted impatiently, trying to steer us through the dense crowd. For a while, we stood in front of the dark stage where the instruments silently waited for its owners. The drums, the keyboard, the microphone held by its stand at the forefront of the square platform. Soon, the overhead spotlights came to life, bathing the stage and its surroundings in kaleidoscopic hues of reds, blues and greens. Suddenly, the beginning wails of an electric guitar could be heard from the background as Jared slowly emerged, followed by the rest of his bandmates. They each took their appointed positions with Jared taking his place at the edge of the stage, gripping the microphone and releasing it from its stand. "How's everyone doing tonight? Are you ready to fucking rock?" Jared shouted, attempting to get the crowd involved. Everyone responded with an ear-splitting cacophony of whistles and cheers which prompted the band to charge into their first number. From where we stood, I had a pretty clear view of Jared. He had the appearance of an obscure, yet seductive entity, entirely dressed in black, with equally dark hair and makeup that outlined and accentuated the stark colorful contrast of his blue eyes. Somehow, he reminded me of an enigma, some kind of a myth. So many people had attested that he was simply breathtaking in person, even more so than the perfected image presented by the celluloid frames of movie screens and the glossy, airbrushed pages of magazines. And while I had never doubted their claims, it was still something you had to see in order to truly believe. It was not difficult to get involved into the show. The whole band, and Jared especially, infused the crowd with such infectious energy. Most guys raised their fists, punching rhythmically at the air, while a lot of the girls squealed and giggled uncontrollably, because of what I assumed, in most part, had to do with Jared himself. Suprisingly, I found myself enjoying the show, not even noticing that Michelle and Amanda were no longer beside me. No doubt were they more interested in keeping their drinks replenished rather than paying attention to the actual band. Jared was an unstoppable whir of activity, moving about the stage like a drifting tornado, a sheen of perspiration glistening upon his face under the heated luminescence of the spotlights. His voice ascended an impressive scale of low, seductive whispers that progressively heightened into loud and hoarse intensity. He closed his eyes and gyrated his hips to the languid beat of one of the more subdued songs. He turned in my direction, then opened his eyes slowly, his gaze fixed directly upon me. Surely, I was hallucinating. But how could I be, if I hadn't even consumed a single drop of inebriating substances? Jared continued to look at me, his microphone pressed close to his mouth, his lips almost seeming to envelop the rounded tip, in what I couldn't help but interpret as a suggestive manner. But once again, why would these gestures be directed towards me? The intense blue of his eyes held me firmly rooted to the floor, and I felt like I was standing in the path of an oncoming tidal wave. Suddenly, the music and all other noise around me seemed to dim, and it felt as though I was hearing everything from within a cavernous tunnel. Soon, all notions of time, space and movement seemed to have dissolved and only Jared and I remained, eternally bound by our unwavering visual connection. But like a magical spell that is suddenly broken by the twelve strokes of the midnight hour, Jared diverted his gaze from me as the song came to an end, and I found myself deposited once again into the midst of reality. Alas, the show was over, and Jared proceeded to thank everyone and advise us that there would be an autograph session within the next few minutes. People began forming a line at the designated autograph station as I went out in search of Michelle and Amanda. Sure enough, they were both sitting at the bar, pushing their empty glasses towards the accomodating bartender. "Hey, I must say that was a fucking good show, man!" Amanda exclaimed with a slight slur, tilting dangerously to one side of her stool. "Have you even really paid attention to the show?" I said jokingly, but the humor was all but ignored by Michelle and Amanda, who didn't even seem to be listening. "Bridget? Could you get my wristband autographed? I don't think I can stand in line, let alone just stand," Michelle snorted, handing me the band's official trademark accessory that had encircled her wrist. "Yeah, and that Jake guy is pretty sexy. Could you give him my phone number?" Amanda added. "Actually, it's not Jake, it's Jared..." I began, but stopped, thinking it useless to try and correct her. I began making my way towards the endless lineup which had extended quite rapidly over the last couple of minutes. Jared, Matt, Tomo and Shannon were already seated at the signing table, attempting to acknowledge everyone as graciously as possible, while keeping the line moving at a swift enough pace. Surprisingly, the line progressed quickly, and the closer I got, the more nervous I became. Apart from the customary greetings, Jared kept his head lowered, his eyes downcast, as he concentrated on personalizing the many photos and memorabilia that were eagerly placed before him. At last, I found myself moving along the table, floating by as though in a dream, as Michelle's wristband circulated between Tomo, Matt and Shannon, until it finally reached Jared. He scribbled a black symbol upon the red material of the wristband, looking up at me as he proffered it towards me. Once again, I found myself rendered immobile by that spellbinding gaze whose icy blues within had the ability to melt anything they came into contact with, whose round orbs seemed to transport me into a whole new universe. I stood blankly for an immeasurable period of time, unable to decipher what Jared was saying to me, his mouth seeming to form nothing but mute articulations, although I could have sworn he had asked me my name, a question whose simple answer was suddenly evasive to me at that moment. Jared continued holding out the wristband, while people behind me waited impatiently for me to move on. I composed myself enough to smile, mumble what sounded like "thank you", grab the wristband and walk away. I felt like such an ass. Why was I suddenly acting like a socially challenged idiot? I rejoined Amanda and Michelle who happily reclaimed her newly autographed wristband. By now, the crowd had dissipated as we made our way outside. It felt good to get some fresh air and clear my head, my ears ringing from the loud music. Michelle and Amanda were still kind of tipsy as they tried to decide what to do next. Obviously, the night was far from over for them. We stood around for a while, as people spilled into their cars, many driving off with tires squealing, music blaring from open windows. "So... You don't want to go home already do you?" Amanda asked, as she clung to Michelle's arm, the both of them seeming to support each other. "Well, you two are pretty out of it, so that makes me the designated driver," I pointed out, feeling like I was once again the responsible adult, finally taking control of things, and not being someone who needed to rely on others as I had done so often these past few months. With our plans as of yet to be determined, the side door of the bar opened, and a man I recognized as one of the bouncers emerged, walking briskly towards us. I thought that perhaps one of us had forgotten something inside, as the imposingly large presence stopped beside us. "Hey, you're the sexy blonde with an outfit to die for," the burly man said, turning to address me. "Um... I suppose. Who wants to know?" I replied uncertainly, sizing him up, getting the impression that he was somehow coming on to me, hoping to God he wasn't. "Mr. Leto. Uh, Jared, wanted me to check if you were still around. Seems he wants to see you. And those are the words he used to describe you." I stared at Muscle-Man, my jaw dropping open. Had I heard correctly? Obviously, I had, since even Michelle and Amanda suddenly became miraculously sober at the man's announcement. "Oooh, you lucky bitch!" Michelle taunted excitedly, with a playful gleam breaking through her otherwise glazed vision. "I heard rumors. You know... something about Jared having an 11-inch cock. Maybe you'll be able to find out tonight," Amanda piped in, nudging me and winking suggestively. I just laughed dismissively, noticing that the bouncer seemed uncomfortable at the mention of my crazy friends' graphic implications. He just looked down and cleared his throat before he proceeded, "So, we should get going. I'll lead you inside. We're about to close up soon," he said, beginning to step back. "Okay, I'll just be a minute. I just have to talk to my friends," I assured him, waiting until he had further distanced himself before continuing, "What about you guys? Where are you gonna go?" I asked Michelle and Amanda with concern. "We'll probably just walk around. Must be another bar around here somewhere. If not, we'll take a cab to a motel or something. Don't worry about us, especially when Mr. Leto is waiting for you," Amanda said, a slight quiver in her voice, her stance remarkably unstable. "Yeah, and tomorrow we want all the details, girl!" Michelle added, taking a step back and almost losing her balance. "You know, I think I should just call you a cab right now. You're in no condition to be out by yourselves," I advised them, and it felt strange how I had become so maternal all of a sudden. Then again, they had spent so much time being protective of me, looking out for me, that it only felt right that I should reciprocrate and do the same for them. I retrieved the cellphone from my handbag and dialed the nearest taxi service, even waited along with them until the car arrived and they were safely ensconced within its interior. I watched them drive away, gripping the keys to Michelle's own car, which I had promised to return to her whenever I was to head home. After all, I didn't think I would be here all that long. I wondered why Jared had even requested to see me. Perhaps he only wanted to comment on how foolish I had acted previously, back at the autograph table, just to have a good laugh at my expense. I turned and strode across the deserted parking lot, joining the bouncer who still waited patiently by the door. As we entered, Matt, Tomo and Shannon were disconnecting their instruments, clearing away the stage, but Jared was nowhere in sight. As we headed backstage, the guys acknowledged me with an appreciative and all-too-knowing look, as though they were already aware of Jared's plans. I was led down a narrow corridor and we stopped in front of one of several closed doors. The bouncer rapped lightly upon it and was answered by an inquisitive "Yeah?" "Your visitor is here to see you," the heavyweight announced to the muted voice inside. "Okay, just let her in. Then you can take off. Thanks for everything, man." I heard Jared instruct, hearing his footsteps within. The bouncer turned the door's knob, granting me access. It felt strange entering this room, and somehow, I felt as though I was trespassing what should be a heavily restricted area. The door was closed behind me, making me realize that there was no longer any option of reconsidering, of turning back. Jared was approaching me, a broad smile on his face. "Hey, thanks for coming by," Jared said, standing before me, his eyes once again boring into me, making me feel exposed somehow. It was as though he wasn't simply looking at you, but through you, down to the very soul, capable of reading your innermost thoughts. "No problem," I replied simply, not sure of what else to say. In a crowded room, I found it quite easy to maintain eye contact with him, but now, with nothing else standing between us, I had to divert my gaze away from his. Jared had removed his stage makeup and outfit, and was now barefoot, wearing a white t-shirt, and torn, faded jeans, his face scrubbed clean of all artificial enhancements. His hair was still damp from the concert's active performance, and errant strands clung to his forehead, giving me the sudden urge to reach out and brush them aside, the simple thought making my body respond in unexpected ways. I inhaled deeply, breathing in the scent of him, an intoxicating mixture of sweat, cologne, and the essence of pure male. "So, why don't we sit down?" Jared offered, leading me towards the central furnishing of the room, a black leather sofa. I sat down, feeling relief at finally getting off my feet after having stood up for most of the evening. I looked around the dressing room, which also seemed to serve as a leisure room of sorts. A cosmetics table stood along one wall, its vast mirror framed by bright, round bulbs. Another lamp adorned a wooden table beside the sofa, a jacket haphazardly strewn over its shade, dimming its faint glow. The surface of a glass coffee table was littered with plastic cups and plates, as well as with an overflowing ashtray. A small closet enclosure contained a diverse disarray of clothing suspended from hangers, while most of the surrounding walls were plastered with creased centerfolds of semi-nude female models. "Sorry about the mess. Actually, this isn't all our doing. A lot of other bands use this place. We were in here a while, but mostly, we only had time to get ready and rehearse," Jared explained, noticing my obvious assessment of the room. "Really, it's okay. Just as long as your own house doesn't look like this," I said teasingly. "Not by a long shot. Then again, I'm on the road so much, I'm hardly ever home to fuck it up." Jared laughed. I smiled and nodded in understanding, and we fell into another awkward silence. Then, as though in realization, Jared spoke again, "I'm such a shitty host. I didn't even ask if you wanted anything to drink. Let's see, we have water... and beer. I'm afraid that's all there is," he said sheepishly. Not wanting to tarnish the example I had so strongly demonstrated with Michelle and Amanda, I chose to settle with water. "Water it is, then," Jared said, springing up from the sofa and going to a far corner of the room. From a compact, portable refrigerator, he extracted a bottle of beer for himself and a bottle of water for me. After unscrewing the caps, he returned and sat down beside me, offering me the water, his fingers brushing, and did I dare imagine, even lingering against mine, as I took the bottle from him with shaking hands. Jared took small sips of his beer as I nervously gulped at my water. I stole some furtive, subtle glances in his direction, hoping he wouldn't notice. His face was a structure of finely chiseled, and almost sculpted features, as though they were formed by the patient hands of an artist. His, was the face of a man who had obviously weathered the effects that the uncertainty and instability of a drifter's life provided. He gave the impression of having been burned one too many times by fleeting, dishonest relationships, a common occurrence in an environment where one gained friends quite easily, and lovers, even more so. In which people's genuine intentions were always doubted. Yet, the rugged edges of virility he exuded also possessed the underlying traces of untainted child-like innocence and vulnerability. Here was a man whose wild heart simply needed to be tamed. Did I dare hope to be the one to achieve that? No, such frivolous thoughts were foolish, I told myself, attempting to dismiss them at once. Jared set down his bottle on the coffee table and turned towards me, seemingly oblivious to my examination and silent analysis. I looked at him, still not quite able to grasp the reality of this situation. I still had so many questions, yet, formulating a simple sentence seemed like a challenge in itself. "Um, so I still don't understand why you asked me to come here," I said, hoping he would not misinterpret my words as being ones of reluctance. The truth was, I enjoyed being here, but his intentions were still rather unclear to me. "I'm not too sure either, actually," Jared admitted, seeming a bit embarrassed. "I suppose I just wanted to know you better. I noticed you during the show, and you seemed... interesting, for lack of a better word. You didn't seem to be like most of the other flakes that come to my concerts, you know, the groupies." I smiled, and felt myself blush, feeling a sense of pride, of satisfaction at the impression he had formed of me. "So, tell me about yourself," Jared inquired, focusing on me, genuinely attentive to anything I had to say. I summarized my life for him as best I could, even admitting that I was single when he asked me if I was currently involved in a relationship. Yet, I was careful to conveniently avoid the elaborate details which had transpired afterwards. For his part, Jared talked about his ongoing projects and the progress of his promotional tour, even surprising me when he began talking about his personal life, a subject which I knew he preferred to remain neutral about, especially in regards to the media's relentless scrutiny. "Being on the road, on movie sets all the time, it's hard to get involved with anyone." Jared began. "And then there's all these tabloid people who keep picking at you whenever you ARE seeing someone. It's like you can't even take a shit anymore without these vultures reporting every detail. I admit that it does get kind of lonely sometimes. But, at least I have all this to keep me busy." "That's too bad, because any woman would be lucky to have you, to be with you. And I'm not just saying that because you're famous or anything," I said, reaching out impulsively to place my hand upon his arm, before I was even conscious of what I was doing, unable to stop the words from spilling out. Jared shifted slightly, turning to face me, the vast pools of his gaze washing over me once again. I became aware of him getting closer, until he was almost leaning over me, seeming to contemplate something. "Would it be alright if I kissed you?" he asked tentatively, and it surprised me to see this hint of uncertainty emerging from the strong confidence he had always exuded. And somehow, this trait was one that I found quite endearing. At that moment, not a single word was needed, nothing but one sole look was enough to make Jared detect my consent, my willingness. I watched his head approach mine, as though in slow motion, closing the distance between our mouths. He brushed his tongue over my lips, parting them, invading the humid cavern within. I smelled beer on his breath, and I felt a growing sense of intoxication of my own, although mine was not influenced by any form of alcohol. We continued kissing, our tongues entwined together, battling in a passionate duel. I instinctively raised my torso, thrusting it against Jared's, in an attempt to induce further physical contact. I cupped his face, stroking it, feeling the coarseness of his stubble prickling at the soft skin of my palms. I felt a gradual stiffening against my thigh, and I couldn't suppress the gasp that emitted forth as his hand delved under my skirt and nestled between my legs, seeking the warmth I was certain he could feel emanating from me. While our actions grew in intensity, my mind inconveniently raced with trivial thoughts. I broke off our heated embrace, struggling to speak, "What if someone comes in here?" I panted. Jared trailed a line of kisses down the slope of my throat as he mumbled, "The guys are staying out in the bus tonight. Besides, the door is locked if someone tries to come in," he assured me, seemingly unconcerned, reclaiming possession of my mouth in an attempt to end further conversation. Yet, more questions, and even doubts arose in my subconscious, and I had to curse the inopportune timing. I attempted to break free once again, but Jared was pinning me down, making me sink deeper into the padded sofa. "Wait, I need to use the bathroom..." I said, just as I felt myself surrender to the attention he was now administering to my breasts, as he caressed them through the fabric of my top. "Aww, but you feel so good. I don't think I can let you go," he lamented, just as his hands found their way under my top, indulging in a few more chaste kisses, before releasing me reluctantly. Jared sat back, his chest heaving, his eyes glassy with passion, his hair disheveled, an obvious bulge straining against the fabric of his jeans. It pained me to leave him hanging this way, to deny him, but I needed just a brief moment to compose myself, to control my overwhelming emotions. "I hope I'm not coming on too strongly. I'm sorry if I am," he said, reaching out and brushing the hair away from my face. I took hold of his hand within my own and said, "No, don't worry. I really want this too. A lot more than you can imagine. It's just that everything's moving so fast, I wasn't expecting this, and I just need to grasp the reality of it, you know? And I just want to freshen up a little," I tried to assure him, placing a kiss against his knuckles. "So, where's the bathroom?" I continued, "I won't be long. In the meantime, you can make yourself a little more comfortable," I said suggestively. A devilish grin spread across his face as he directed, "It's right behind there," he pointed to a closed door in the far corner. "Okay. But first, here's something for you to think about while I'm gone," I said, leaning in, and giving him a long, slow kiss, letting my hand venture downward to cup his concealed manhood, eliciting a low growl from his throat. I got up and made my way towards the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I stood before the heavily-streaked mirror, and turned the taps of the rusty sink, splashing cold water on my face. Was I crazy to walk away like I did? To make up excuses for disengaging myself? Many women would undoubtedly sacrifice anything they had to be in this situation, so why was I always second-guessing everything? Then, I knew what the answer was. I was still in a fragile state, still nursing my bruised ego. Was I ready to throw myself into another casual relationship? A relationship devoid of any repercussions, with no obligations, no strings attached? Did I want to simply become another one-night stand, just another tourist attraction along Jared's travels? Perhaps I should just leave. After all, it wasn't like we were ever going to see each other again. I flushed the toilet, if only to give the impression that I hadn't simply been standing around. I opened the door with a determined resolve, with the intention of explaining things as best I could before leaving the room without even a second glance. Yet, when I stepped into the room, any moral conscience I might have been struggling with was instantly overridden by an undeniable lust at the sight that greeted me. Jared reclined across the sofa, his legs spread apart. He had taken this opportunity to remove his jeans and underwear which now lay discarded on the floor. His hand cupped his rigid member, and he stroked it languidly, raising his head as I emerged into the room, looking at me through heavy-lidded eyes. Once I had regained my bearings, as well as my ability to speak, I said teasingly, "Looks like you took my advice and made yourself comfortable." Jared continued to caress his erection, releasing a loud moan before saying, "This feels awfully good, but it would feel a lot better if you took over. My hand is getting a bit tired." I approached the sofa and sat beside him, watching as he continued tugging at his hardened flesh, closing his eyes, his head rolling back. I gently pushed his hand aside, replacing it with my own, and it was all I could do to try and envelop my small hand around his massive girth, marveling at the feel of it, the pale skin of my hand contrasting against the maroon complexion of his aroused member. I enjoyed manipulating him, enjoyed extracting the dewy pearls of lubrication that, like teardrops, leaked out from the slit of the bulbous tip. I reached the underside of his cock, tracing one finger along the engorged, throbbing vein that mapped its surface, fondling the fleshy pouch of his testicles, tangling my fingers within the mass of his pubic curls. Boldly, I lowered myself between his legs, engulfing his entire length within my mouth, my tongue swirling around it, my lips grazing the sensitive skin. Jared groaned and began sitting up, one hand pushing gently, yet insistently, against my shoulder. "Oh, fuck! Please, not yet. Not until I'm inside you." I lifted my head, feeling somewhat disappointed, like a child whose favorite toy was taken away from her. "How about we concentrate on other things first?" Jared offered, gasping for breath, lifting his shirt up and over his head. While he had a lean physique, he was also very well- defined, with a broad, taut chest, and a rippling abdomen. I straddled him and we began kissing once again, the ragged breaths that escaped our lips colliding into one another. I ventured downward, nibbling on his earlobe, kissing his neck, sucking at the Adam's apple that bobbed with every labored swallow he took. I continued, pausing to lick at the pebbly nubs of his small nipples, and further still, down his stomach, slipping my tongue into the hollow of his navel, feeling him writhe beneath me. "Hey..." Jared managed to choke out through his pleasure. "It's not fair. I'm completely naked, and you're still dressed. We're gonna have to do something about that." He proceeded to hastily tug at my top, fumbling fingers attempting to unclasp my bra, lowering my skirt and panties in one swift motion, as I kicked off my shoes. With no barriers left between us, we rejoined our bodies, relishing the sensations of our combined nudity. This time, Jared held the superior position, with me laying beneath him. He began exploring all the parts that were bared out for him, leaving nothing unattended, paying close attention to my breasts, sucking on one firm nipple, as his hand cupped my other mound, kneading it in a continuous, circular motion. His touch played over me with a patient consistency, his fingers moving with the precision of the skilled musician that he was, causing every one of my senses and nerve endings to become as taut as his guitar strings, our pounding hearts serving as the accompanying drumbeat. At last, Jared parted my legs and kneeled between them, his eyes fixed on its targeted center, but I knew that now was not yet the time for penetration. Instead, he flexed his fingers, easily inserting one, then two, inside my slick entrance. "Mmm, you're so wet! I guess that means I'm responsible for cleaning up my mess," he said with a mischievous glint in his eyes, while his fingers continued to prod deep within. "I'm afraid you'll only be making it worse if you do that," I huffed through laborious breaths, bucking my hips in time with his manual ministrations. "Well, let's see if you're right," Jared said, removing his fingers, which glistened with the thick coating of my wetness, only to lower his head in their place. I felt his warm breath blowing against my inner thighs, as he began kissing the soft flesh, seeming to brand it with rings of fire. He arrived at the threshold of my gaping, throbbing tunnel, blowing softly against it, his lips just barely touching it, with what felt like a fleeting whisper. I drew in a sharp intake of breath as his tongue slid within, lapping at the folds and its inner walls, crashing against my protruding clitoris. He devoured me like a starving man enjoying a bountiful meal, making hungry, appreciative sounds which accompanied my own whimpers of mounting enjoyment. I tugged at his hair, squeezing my legs around his head, feeling the first distant resonance of my approaching orgasm. He cupped my buttocks, lifting me upwards, sinking even deeper, triggering the first powerful spasms of my climax, my release beating in time with the relentless rhythm of his tongue. I cried out, then felt my body go slack, as wave upon wave submerged me. We lay motionless for some time, while I began returning to my senses, with Jared's face still nestled between my legs. He raised his head, looking up at me with eyes that had darkened with the shadow of desire, like heavy storm clouds drifting across a crystal blue sky. The contour of his lips glistened with the lustre of my abundant essence. Jared slowly made his way back up my body, meeting my mouth and kissing me deeply, making me taste myself upon his lips. After having regained some degree of composure, I implored him, "Please, Jared. I want you inside me. Fuck me now, fuck me hard!" "Wait, do you have a rubber?" he asked urgently. "Umm, yeah... I think I have one in my purse," I said, reaching out, trying to grab the purse from off the floor. Not an easy feat, since Jared was still lying on top of me. Sure enough, I found the condom packet, an odd discovery considering I hadn't really needed any as of late. "I want to put it on you," I said, ripping open the small packet, extracting the latex shield from it. He accomodated this task, by sitting up, straddling me, making his beautiful cock more easily accessible. With shaking hands, I slipped on the condom, unraveling it across his entire length. Jared held his cock in one hand, as though to better aim it towards its destination. He looked down upon me, licking his lips, just as he leaned over me and pushed forward, inch by inch. I arched my back as he impaled me, gripping him tightly, and we settled into the primal pattern of thrusts and withdrawls, moving together, the only sounds, that of the creaking leather beneath our fluent bodies, of skin slapping against skin. I cupped Jared's firm buttocks, running one finger along its crevice, pushing him deeper into me. Our moans intensified, our movements became more frenzied as we neared the apex of our pleasure. He plunged deep inside me with one last, hard thrust, when his body became tense and began convulsing, which in turn, triggered my own frenetic spiral into ecstasy. We clung to one another, shuddering uncontrollably, trying to preserve the last aftershocks of our passion which began to recede like the intonations of a distant echo. Jared collapsed on top of me, and we lay together, sated and exhausted. He removed the soiled condom from his cock which had slowly returned to its flaccid form like a wilting flower, and disposed of it onto one of the paper plates on the coffee table. While I understood the need to take precautions, I still felt a tinge of regret at not having felt his warm flow inside of me. I cradled him against me, stroking his damp hair, planting a tender kiss on his forehead, as our breathing gradually stabilized. Jared nuzzled my neck, then looked up at me, his eyes drooping with the effects of sexual afterglow and the need for slumber. Wordlessly, he kissed me, and I continued to hold him until I felt the steady, even breathing that indicated that he had fallen asleep before I drifted off in turn. After what seemed like just a mere couple of hours later, I awoke, feeling slightly disoriented. Then, becoming aware of the weight on top of me, of the beautiful man in my arms, I suddenly became familiar with my surroundings and last night's events came flooding back. But was it really morning already? The dressing room didn't have any windows, and there were no time pieces around that I could see. I wondered how long Jared and I had made love. Yes, I really did consider what we had done making love, and not simply fucking, having sex, or however else one chose to describe it. And I had to wonder how Jared would identify the intimacy that we shared. I looked down, watched as Jared slept undisturbed, his eyelashes fluttering as though he was in the realm of a dream. Was he dreaming of me, of us? I wondered. Startlingly, there was a loud knocking against the door, followed by a male voice, "Jared, are you in there? Where the hell are you, man?" Jared began to stir, opening his eyes, looking confused. "Aw, shit! What time is it?" he slurred groggily. "Who is it? And what the fuck do you want?" he asked of the person on the other side of the door. "It's Shan, bro. It's 9 AM. We have to get our asses moving. We have a show tonight, remember?" "Yeah. Look man, I must have overslept. Can you give me another half hour?" "You're kidding me, right? Hey, have you got a girl in there? I saw this hot chick going backstage last night," Shannon prompted. Jared just looked at me and shook his head in disbelief. He was clearly annoyed with his brother, a fact that made me snicker in amusement. "None of your business. Now buzz off, I have to get ready," Jared ordered. "Okay, okay. Since you DO have a chick in there, I'll let you off the hook this time. But hurry, in half an hour, we'll be leaving without you." We both listened to the receding footsteps before I allowed myself to laugh out loud. "See what I have to put up with?" Jared asked me with mock disgust. "Oh, come on now. You're his baby brother. He's just looking out for you." I attempted to make him realize. "Well, I don't need looking out for," he insisted stubbornly. "Anyway, good morning," I said, tightening my arms around him. "Yeah, it WAS a good morning until he showed up," Jared said, his temper nonetheless dissolving, as he allowed himself to melt into my embrace, claiming my mouth with his. "Damn, we don't have a lot of time and I have to shower. Want to join me?" he asked, reluctantly standing up. He yawned, his naked body stretching before me, making it impossible to refuse his offer. We headed towards the bathroom, hand in hand. Jared pushed back the yellow shower curtain, and turned the knobs, adjusting the water's temperature. He helped me climb into the tub before closing the curtain, sheltering ourselves within the cramped space. We stood facing each other under the spray of the shower's jet, our arms encircling one another. We kissed, warm water entering our open mouths. Jared grabbed the bar of soap, rubbing it over me until it produced a rich, bubbly lather, replacing the soap with his hand, as he scrubbed every part of my body, cleansing me thoroughly, inside and out. I then proceeded to wash him, the white foam I applied to his skin cascading down his body in thin rivulets. He leaned back against the tiled wall, as I began massaging his cock, the friction of my hand and the pulsating water beating down on it, causing it to elongate. "Sit down here," I ordered him, pushing aside the curtain, so that Jared could sit on the ledge of the tub. "I want to suck your cock. And I want to do it right this time, I want to taste you," I said, my voice having grown thick and husky with desire. With eager compliance, Jared did as he was told as I kneeled down between his spread legs, the water raining down on me. I instantly claimed his length within the welcoming confines of my mouth, licking and sucking his penis as tiny droplets of water ran along it, dripped from it. I could taste the salty tang of his arousal, as it flowed freely, blending with the pure, soothing stream of the shower. Jared gripped the ledge of the tub, his hands trying unsuccessfully to find purchase on the slippery porcelain, finally settling atop my shoulders, and then tangling in the wet strands of my hair. His moans reverberated loudly over the pounding hiss of the shower, as he approached his relief. "God, make me come. Please, baby!" Jared begged, the sound of his pleading, fuelling me, encouraging me further. He let out an almost mournful cry that was soon followed by the powerful spurt of his semen, as it flooded my mouth, coated my throat. I swallowed every pulsating gush, as though drinking thirstily from a fountain. Jared collapsed inside the tub and gathered me in his arms, and we sat huddled together under the torrential downpour, thick billows of steam swirling around us. Eventually, we stepped out of the tub, dried ourselves and dressed hurriedly as we were once again pressed for time. The inevitable ending to this amazing night was drawing near and I was dreading it. A bright, warm morning greeted us as Jared and I walked out to the parking lot, stopping alongside the tour bus, where we were greeted by whistles and applause from Matt, Tomo and Shannon who proceeded to give Jared a congratulatory pat on the back. Jared just brushed him off, pretending to be angry, even though he couldn't help but smile back at his big brother. "Hey, can we have some privacy here?" Jared demanded. "Didn't you get enough of that last night?" Tomo asked teasingly. Jared brusquely shoved him back inside the bus and waited until he had closed the folding door. He turned towards me and I had to hold back my tears, determined not to let him see me cry. "Hey, cheer up. Next time I'm in town we can get together again. I don't even have to be on tour, I'll simply come to see you," Jared said, cupping my face. "I'll miss you. And stay safe on the roads," I cautioned, pressing my forehead against his. We kissed once again, but this time, it didn't contain sensuality or passion, but rather, it was a clinging kiss which was filled with longing and regret. We parted reluctantly and Jared boarded the bus. I watched the bus drive away, and only when it was out of sight, did I allow myself to cry. After that night, Jared held firm to his promise and came by to visit once in a while. Each time, we made love with the same liberated intensity that only comes with being apart for too long. Overtime, the visits became more sparse, more infrequent, until they eventually stopped altogether. Meanwhile, I had begun moving on with my life, going back to work, and even getting involved in a new relationship. Of course, I had to divulge every single detail of that night to Michelle and Amanda, but aside from that, it was an experience I had chosen to keep to myself, and I seldom talked about it. One day, I came across the newly released CD from "30 Seconds To Mars" while shopping. Not being able to resist the temptation, I purchased it. Upon opening its plastic case, I noticed the dedications on the inserted sleeve. Reading it, I saw a particular passage which said, "To the one special woman who gave me one unforgettable night. You know who you are. I'll never forget you." I closed the case, and smiled. Here was the end of another relationship, albeit a fleeting one, yet, I was okay with that. I walked out of my apartment, closing the door behind me, ready to catch up on so much of the life I had let pass me by. 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