0 comments/ 15462 views/ 2 favorites mObscene By: LoveHatesYou All was going well with the show that night, the crowds were loving every heated moment of it. Manson was near the edge of the stage, bent down onto one knee and holding himself and his mic stand close to the ground as he screamed into it, the lucky fans closest to the stage were screaming and reaching out to their idol, as though somehow doing so might bring the man into their arms. The raven haired rocker was on his last song for the show that night, mOBSCENE. . "Get your arms around me, Now we're going down, down, do-shit!" Manson's voice abruptly halted, so close to the end of the song and the end of the show, yet now things went wrong, he had only barely dodged out of the way as a stage techie screwed up, and one of the huge spot lights came crashing down, slamming into the stage at the very spot where Manson had been at not moments ago. Manson stood up, almost as though the shards of glass embedded into his skin and little to no effect on him what so ever, though that was only half from the smashed light, and half from the wine bottle he had purposely cut himself with on stage. "GOD DAMNED STUPID FUCKING IDIOT!!! TELL THAT LITTLE DIP SHIT HE'S FIRED! I COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED!!!!" Manson screamed at his stage manager as he exited the stage, the man nodded hastily and ran off in the other direction, anything to be away from Manson when he was so obviously in a bad mood, and for good reason too. The raven haired shock rocker's pale skin was covered in blood and sweat from his neck all the way down to his knee high boots. The blood didn't show on black thong, corset, or gloves that extended to his elbows, but was undeniably there. He stalked into the shower room and stripped down out of what little clothing he wore without any modesty to speak of as one of his lackies turned on the water and Manson stepped underneath the spray of hot water. "Just get the fuck out of here!" Manson demanded sharply, causing the lackie to practically jump right out of his skin. As if his word were law, everyone in sight scrambled away, leaving him to shower in peace, which he did for a while before retrieving a pair of tweezers and carefully removing as many broken shards of glass from his skin as he could. Once done with that he stepped out of the shower and quickly dried off before going out into his dressing room and sitting down on the couch to apply medicine onto his cuts then standing up and going threw his duffle bag to pull out his spare set of clothes, black leather pants, tight black sleeveless silk shirt and got dressed, along with the black knee high boots that he had been wearing before and plopping down with an annoyed sigh. ~*~ Meanwhile, an unknown figure was roaming around aimless, the short blonde haired boy didn't really know where he was going, but he tired to look as though he actually fit in. That wasn't an easy task considering that he was on the verge of going into fits of hyperventilation from his current state of excitement. Big baby blue eyes scanned over the backstage area that he had so sneakily found his way into, he had even gone threw the trouble of getting a fake backstage pass, and it wasn't a cheap one either, so he didn't get hassled at all by security, more than likely it was amused that he was a sound tech, or some other nerdy backstage job sense he didn't look the part of the average Marilyn Manson fan. In actuality, Jamie Slyver wasn't having his pay checks signed by Marilyn Manson at all, he was a journalist, well... a new found journalist trying to make his way, and prove that he could be a valued writer. He was fresh out of collage, and it was quite rare for an editor to take a chance on a rookie with such an important story, but Jamie had done so well in school, that his talent couldn't be denied, and so.. the music zine that Jamie now worked for took a chance on him. This was Jamie's big break, he knew that he might never get another opportunity like this again if he were to screw up. I can't believe that I'm actually here.. backstage.. at a Marilyn Manson concert! Jamie wasn't quite sure how he was even breathing, he'd never dreamed that he'd be able to come so close to his rock idol, well.. actually, he had dreamed about meeting Manson quite often, and not all of those dreams were..well, innocent, to say the very least, but Jamie knew that those were only dreams.. and this was actually real. He knew that because he'd pinched himself earlier to make sure, and sure enough, he was really here, and it had hurt. Jamie's current dressing was quite simple, nothing that would really draw to much attention to himself. Not only was it bad for him to get to much attention because it would more than likely get him kicked out, but also because he was really shy, especially about his body. He wore baggy clothing, his khaki pants hung off of his slender hips, which really only made him look thinner than he actually was, alone with the over sized plain navy blue t-shirt that he wore. He looked more like a roadie than a groupie, which he really was neither, though he'd had quite a few good fantasies about being a groupie. Inside one of the pockets of his pants was a small note pad and a small camera. He didn't really need to take pictures for his article, that was more or less for personal use, he was after all still a loyal fan, perhaps even a fan before a writer, and he couldn't help himself but to take a few keepsake photos. Right after the show had ended and Manson came off the stage, Jamie was close enough to hear him screaming in a fit of anger. The sound made Jamie feel as though his heart had simply stopped working at all, his body froze in place and he was almost sure that he wasn't going to be able to move again. Yet even still, he found some way to make his legs start to work and he followed after Manson, carefully trying not to be heard. The whole time he simply stood outside the door to his dressing room, his heart pounding wildly as he waited for something to happen.. anything. He knew that he shouldn't go inside, or even dare to take a peek, he idly wondered if Manson had even gotten dressed yet. The thought of personally seeing Manson naked made his insides twist in delight. Manson sighed deeply, pouring himself a glass of Absinthe, the bright green liqueur filling the clear glass elegantly. He was somewhat aware that someone was following him around, more than likely just some fan, he didn't address it, or even really acknowledge the fact that anyone was around. He figured that whoever it was hadn't made themselves known because he was to star struck and would probably lose their nerve and run away. Manson didn't particularly like or want to put up with any fan that was to afraid to even speak to him, though with his given mood, it wasn't really all that surprising that anyone would be to scared to step up to him.Though if he started taking pictures he'd have to do something about it. He smirked to himself taking a small sip of the strong drink, the bitter licorice flavor sliding down his throat. He started to reapply his make-up, though he didn't do it nearly as heavy as he did for the shows, simply a small amount of black eye shadow and liner, with deep crimson painted lip, both of which contrasted nicely with his soft pale skin. Even though it wasn't for a show, he was still careful with his make-up doing it perfectly. Jamie felt as though his knees had simply turned into jelly and he could no longer move at all, every inch of him was trembling, he even had to grasp a hold of the wall from fear that he might simply fall down to the floor. His mind was telling him that he should run away, that he wasn't meant to be here, and he was going to get himself into deep shit if he stayed around. In the back of his mind he could almost hear himself getting screamed at by the shock rocker, maybe even worse.. who knows, he may even end up on the wrong end of Manson's tensions for that night and literally kicked out on his ass. Even with all of those fears running wild in the back of his mind, he still had to do this, he had to find some way to get his interview, and perhaps even a nice snap shot his idol for himself, some kind of proof that he was actually here, not that he really wanted to brag about it to anyone else, he just wanted something solid that could tell him that this was really happening to him, and that he wasn't going to wake up in his bed back in his apartment, disappointed that it was only a wild dream. The blonde haired boy bit down harshly on his own bottom lip, repeating over and over in his mind that this had to be done, he couldn't just wimp out of shit like he always did when there was fear of failure or embarrassment. It would be far more embarrassing to have to go back to work empty handed.Jamie forced himself to stop over thinking everything, and decided that he should start with something small, a picture! Maybe Manson wouldn't even notice. Jamie had yet to even look into the room once Manson had emerged from the bathroom, what if he was still naked? Jamie couldn't help but think that it was wrong to get a picture of Manson naked, no matter how wonderful and hot that may be, he secretly hoped that he was, despite his mind saying how wrong it was. After one deep breath, Jamie pulled out his camera, and leaned past the door frame and snapped one really quick photo and just as quickly retreating to lean against the wall, panting heavily for air and hoping that he didn't get caught, his eyes closed softly. He'd got such a rush from doing that, it didn't matter than Manson had been dressed, even though it would of been great to get a shot of him naked, it was equally as exciting to get to one of him fully dressed and with his make-up. Unfortunately for Jamie, Manson's hearing was quite keen and his senses sharp, the slight soft of the camera snapping didn't go unnoticed to him, partially because he'd been aware that Jamie was there in the first place. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" Manson screamed at the person who he could not see, but figured was still close enough to hear him. He got up quickly, figuring whoever it was would probably try to run now. He narrowed his eyes darkly in the direction of the door as he quickly rose and stalked over to the door, stepping about half way out a looking around, immediately he spotted Jamie, slightly surprised that he was still standing against the wall outside the door. He roughly snagged him by the neck of his shirt and dragged him inside of the dressing room, slamming the door closed behind him. Manson pushed Jamie up against the closed door, looking down and spotting his camera, quickly snatching it from him and ripping the roll of film right out of it. Jamie felt as though he were going to die from a heart attack as he yelled at him yet again. His whole body went numb in fear, unable to run away, which allowed for his captured. He thought that he was scared before, but that couldn't compare to how he was feeling now, being stared down by the man that he both feared and admired so greatly. Part of him simply wished to disappear, he knew that Manson wasn't happy with him, and having someone like Manson pissed off at him, it really scared the fuck out of Jamie. His heart pounded faster than every, giving him the feeling as though it might actually burst right out of his chest at any moment. "Who the fuck told you that you could take pictures?" Manson didn't scream at the boy this time, his voice much lower than before, but he still sounded very pissed off, his voice cold and hard. Jamie refused to look into the eyes that he knew were dead on him, afraid that Manson might somehow be looking right threw him and try to steal his soul, the thought was laughable, completely ridiculous, but Jamie wasn't laughing. He knew ofcourse that Manson couldn't really do that, but it was still scary from being in this situation, it was like his dreams coming true, and being altered into a horrifying nightmare. Manson eyed the boy up and down, noting the pass around his neck, he quickly pick it up with his free hand that wasn't holding the boy that he didn't know the name of, and quite frankly didn't care. It only took Manson a mere moment to realize that the pass was fake, despite the effort put into it to make it look real. "This isn't even a real fucking pass!" Manson snapped at the boy, causing him to recoil in fear. He was quaking quite badly, which didn't go unnoticed by Manson. Jamie bit down on his lip once again, trying to slink away, but Manson wouldn't allow that. It was obvious that Manson was expecting him to say something, simply standing there silently looking at Jamie. He was starting to cool down just a bit. He knew that Jamie had good reason to be fearful, he was quite intimidating, he'd been having a rather bad day after all. If it had been a usual day then he might not even minded so much about the boy being there, at least he might not of been so mean about it. Though the spot light almost killing him wasn't even the worst part. The brutal break up with his now ex-girlfriend played in the back of his mind. Things had not ended well between the two of them, and Manson wasn't exactly thrilled about it, so he was in no mood for anything other than drinking his bottle of Absinthe and having a good fuck. His anger started to ebb away and an amused smirk started to toy over his face as he looked over the obviously very frightened young man. "Well... Aren't you going to say anything?" He asked in an annoyed voice, though a small amount of amusement could barely be heard behind his words after he'd stood there for a few moments and Jamie still hadn't said anything at all, which was starting to become rather bothersome. Jamie wasn't sure how long he'd been there, but it was starting to feel like forever and he still hadn't been able to calm himself down. He tried his best to try to calm down enough to speak, but it wasn't working very well, any words that he tried to get out seemed to simply stick in the back of his throat and refused to come out. For a split second Jamie turned his gently blue glassy orbs up to the man's face when he heard that Manson didn't sound as pissed of as he initially was, and saw the smirk that was now toying over his lips. Seeing how amused Manson looked, it was almost as frightening as his screaming at him in anger. Just as quickly as he had looked up at his idol, his eyes were focused back downwards. Jamie finally worked up the courage to actually say something to Manson, though his words were not words that anyone could ever expect to hear coming from someone who seemed as afraid as he did. "I..I'd do it again in a heart beat.." He had meant for his words to be bold and strong, trying to do away with the attitude that he was showing of a scared child, though it didn't work out so well. Even though Jamie's words had been bold and daring, his voice came and small and cracked, giving away very insecurity that he was feeling at that time, and the volume was barely even audible. Manson couldn't help but laugh in amusement at that, the anger and hostility that he had been feeling towards Jamie was all but gone now. He smirked broadly, though it went unnoticed by the blonde, sense he was still gazing at the floor as though it were the most interesting thing in the world, "Well, you're got balls, I'll give you that much." Manson finally released his hold on Jamie, giving him back his camera before going to sit back down on his couch, retrieving his drink and taking another sip as he gazed over at Jamie as he toyed the roll of film back and forth between his fingers idly. "So, any good shots on this?" He asked Jamie with interest, his eyes still fixated over on the blonde, he was undeniably attractive, even though his clothing wasn't as relieving as he usually liked, he had a hunch that the boy underneath it all was a nice looking one. Jamie let out a deep shaky sigh of relief when he was finally let go of, though he was still trembling slightly from the whole ordeal. He was lucky that he's managed to say anything once, but actually speaking to Manson? That was really close to becoming a conversation, could he really do that? Jamie reminded himself that he had to, it was the whole reason that he was here after all.. to get Manson to talk to him. He couldn't let himself get nervous, not when he was so close. He opened his mouth to start to say something, but he didn't even get the first syllable out before there was a knock at the dressing room door. "Yeah?" Manson responded to the knock at the door, a little bit annoyed about the disturbance. The door opened, pushing Jamie back who had not moved from the place where Manson had much him up against the wall, letting out a small 'epp' sound and stepped out of the way. looking to the person who stepped into the room, It was Manson's stage manager. "I took care-" The man started to speak, but quickly noticed Jamie and narrowed his eyes at him. Jamie erked and turned away from the stage manager, who obviously recognized him, mostly because Jamie had caught the man in the bathroom in a very compromising situation in the bathroom while he was exploring around backstage, the man had been making odd sounds in one of the stalls, pleasurable sounds. Ofcourse, Jamie's curiosity became the best of him and he couldn't help himself but go into the stall next to the one the stage manager was in and stand up on the toilet. He had peeked over the thin wall only to see the middle aged man jerking off to gay erotic porn. Jamie actually got a snap shot of his acts, which didn't go unnoticed by the man, though thankfully for Jamie he wasn't able to get his pants up and and catch the blonde before he got a chance to get out of there and make himself scarce. It had been quite funny at the time, though now Jamie wasn't feeling quite as amused. "You! Sorry about that sir, I'll get red of this little punk right away!" The man said as he grabbed Jamie roughly be the arm and started to try and pull Jamie out of the room, only to meet resistance from the blonde, letting out a small pathetic whimper. Manson smirked broadly for a short moment before giving his stage manager a cold and stern look, looking as though he were actually pissed off, though that wasn't really that case. Really he simply liked to frighten the man, it was one of his favorite forms of entertainment, "Don't you fucking talk that way about one of my fans! Get your hands off of him, and remove yourself, and get my bus brought around, Now!" Manson yelled at him, causing the man to jump slightly before he did just as he was told and released Jamie to leave the room quickly, looking as though he were about to wet his pants. Manson chuckled darkly, a sound that Made Jamie shiver slightly, "Well, was there something that you wanted or did you just come to stand there looking at me life a fool?" Jamie swallowed thickly from his nervously, simply gazing over at Manson, a little unsure of how he should act or what to say. Though he was quite sure that he was doing everything wrong, he had planned everything out in his head, what he would do when he met Manson.. the things that he would say. But nothing went right, and everything that he had prepared was completely forgotten now, though he would probably be able to remember every word that he'd wanted to say after it was all over with ofcourse, but then would be to late, "Why... why didn't you have me thrown out?" Jamie asked the man curiously, his voice was still shaky, but he somehow manage to not completely stumble over every word that came out of his mouth. An amused smirk played over the dark haired man's features as he looked over at Jamie. He downed the last of his Absinthe, his eyes widening slightly as the strong drink slid down his throat. He had a very high tolerance for liquor, and so he was no where near being drunk, but it did give him a warm tingly feeling, which helped him to feel much less annoyed or pissed off. The smirk didn't leave his face as he stood up from the couch, giving Jamie a dark hungry look, as though he were a wild beast, getting ready to attack his prey and devour him completely. This look frightened Jamie, making him feel all that much more nervous. Yet at the same time, Jamie couldn't help but think how sexy Manson looked with that expression on his face, it made the boy's heart race with much more than just fear from being looked at like that.No one had ever looked at him that was before, such a lustful desire, it made Jamie's whole body heat up. mObscene Ch. 02 Manson slipped onto the tour bus, his bag slung over his shoulder and smirk on his face, which was better for everyone because it was rather obvious that he was now in a much better mood than before. When Manson was feeling good, it didn’t necessarily mean that everyone else was feeling good, but when Manson was feeling bad, it was never good for anyone. He stopped at the scene that met him on the bus, cocking what would have been an eyebrow before shaking his head and sitting down. "You really know how to pick ‘em, 5." He commented in amusement. Manson was talking to his guitarist, John 5, who was currently entertaining some random blonde bimbo, or perhaps it would be more accurate to say that she was entertaining him, her face masked by John 5’s crotch giving him a mediocre blow job, definitely nothing even relatively close to being mind blowingly good, Manson of course wouldn’t touch such a wench with a ten foot pole, "I swear this bitch really takes the cake." Manson teased John 5, but the guitarist only smirked at him, giving no reply. Pogo gave no real acknowledgment to Manson’s entering the bus, his face buried into a note pad just scribbling away quietly, not particularly bothered that Manson took so long to get on the bus, he could write just as well there as he could anywhere else. Ginger wasn’t in sight at the time, more than likely something in the back of the bus. Just as Manson sat down his new bassist, Tim Skold moved over to sit down next to him and light up a cigarette, taking a long puff before looking to Manson, "What the fuck took you so damned long?" Tim asked the question with a feral grin, not really needing any type of response from Manson since he had just happened to be walking by Manson’s dressing room a little while back. Manson didn’t actually give an answer either, simply grinning and shaking his head slightly before he laid it back against the seat as they made their way back to the hotel. Manson was the first one off the bus and into the classy hotel once they got their, followed quickly by John 5 who stopped the Manson right before he had a chance to get onto the elevator, "Hey, you’re gonna party with the rest of us right?" John asked him with a grin, wagging his eyebrows. Manson put his hand on the inside of the elevator door to keep it from closing on him. He turned to look at Manson, "Not tonight 5." Manson said plainly in hopes that John wouldn’t try to be pushy about getting him to go. Normally John would bug Manson to try to get him to party, though it wasn’t very usual that Manson would actually turn down the chance at a bit of reckless fun, it was understandable that he was tired after the events of the day. John gave a nod of his head, "Alright, have it your way as always." John grinned, "You know where to find us if you change your mind." Manson gave kind of a half wave to John before slipping into the elevator and up to his pent house suite room, the first thing he did being stripping down and heading for the shower, not spending more than ten minutes in there to get his make-up washed off and remove the multi-colored contact lenses before he simply went into the bedroom and crashed into the big soft bed for the night. ~*~ Jamie hastily made his way out to the parking lot where his car was, quickly slipping inside and starting up the car. He grinned broadly to himself as he turned on the CD player, an unheard blissful sigh passing over his lips as he blasted Marilyn Manson songs all the way back to his apartment, singing along word by word. Once he was close to where he lived he turned the speakers down low, not wanting to wake anyone up and have them pissed off at him. He was far too excited to actually sleep. He had indeed realized that he had basically forgotten all about the interview that he was supposed to get, but hell, he thought himself lucky to be able to remember his own name after such a brutal fucking. He was so overjoyed that he was going to get to see Manson again the next night that he hadn’t hardly realized how sore his lower regions were after that, but he didn’t care, it was completely worth it. Once Jamie was inside his apartment he fell down on his couch with another over the top sigh, grinning broadly to himself. He could barely contain his excitement, kicking his legs in the air and squealing happily before laughing at his own stupidity. It was such a ridiculous thing to think about, he had actually gotten screwed by Marilyn Manson! Him! It was unbelievable. He could hardly stand sitting still, he simply had to do something and quick. He jump up and went over to his entertainment center to put play Manson music videos so that he could actually look upon the one he so desired, he could feel his heart start to pound quicker and quicker from simply thinking about him. The blonde couldn’t help but grin broadly to himself as he danced around his living room. He was glad that no one could see such a silly act as he did impressions of the nurse girls in red panties from the mObsense video. He grabbed a broom, holding onto it for support as he tried to kick dance, strike random poses, first putting either hand on his inner thighs before lowering himself towards the ground slightly, only staying like that for a moment before standing back up rather quickly, completely amused with himself. "Get your arms around me, now we’re going down down down!" Jamie sang along as he ran the fingertips of one hand down his leg, starting at his upper thigh then trailing it all the way down to mid-calf, his other hand placed at his hip. He couldn’t stop giggling the whole time, and because of that he ended up falling down to the floor, but he was alright, it was all in good fun. Jamie 'eep'ed at the sound of someone banging on his door yelling at him, "Hey! What’s going on in there?! Keep it down! Some of us are trying to sleep!" The sound of a middle aged man bellowed through the door. Jamie quickly jumped up to go and turn off the television. "S-sorry, sir! Wont happen again!" He called back before letting out a sigh. It was better that he stop now and try to get some rest, anyways, he did have to go into work tomorrow after all. He went into his bathroom and turned on the water to the tub as he slipped out of his clothing, smiling to himself as he pored in a bit of bubble bath and lit some relaxing scented candles before slipping into the hot water with a pleasurable shudder. He stared off across the darkened bathroom, unable to keep his mind from wandering off to Manson. Gods, he was so hot... completely alluring and sexy. It made Jamie tremble down to his very core just thinking about it. After doing nothing but simply soaking for a few long moments Jamie wrapped his fingers firmly around the hard plastic handle of his washing loofa and began to trail the soft plush end across his chest and over his shoulders, a low content mummer passing through his soft lips. He sighed and ran his fingertips down his thighs and reached around to touch his those fingertips against his red and slightly abused pucker, slipping a couple of his fingers inside in a most innocent way, only meaning to stretch himself to allow any seed that remained in him to drain out. He gasped out, mildly surprised at the pleasurable sensations that the act had given to him, and in a split second his over active imagination got the best of him. He could have sworn that what he saw was the real thing, his fantasies over running his mind as he thought about his own digits being those of Manson’s... and having his idol in the bathtub with him, doing with him as he pleased. In his mind Manson would grin at him, with that look of the intent to take whatever he wanted from the blonde. Jamie trembled almost violently. His body no where near being immune to the line of thinking as his length stirred to life beneath the warm water that surrounded him. Jamie only half way realized what he was doing when he pushed those fingers inside of himself even deeper until they made contact with the gland hidden deep inside of Jamie. This was not something that Jamie did very often, or at all.. and had he been thinking straight he would have been completely shocked by his actions. The blonde let his head lull back against the side of the bathtub, the cool surface contradicting nicely with the growing heat of his body. "Mmm...Marilyn.." He whispered out hotly as he moved one hand up to his neck, trailing his fingers along the broken flesh there from where the older man had bit him, the reminder of what had happen to him backstage at concert hall only proved to turn him on all that much more. He dug his nails harshly into the wound, making it worse and crying out painfully, the rush of sensation making him needy. He grunted out as he began to firmly finger himself, pushing in and out rapidly, imaging out it felt to have Manson fucking him, it was much better than this.. but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t loving it, touching himself.. wanting it to be the raven haired star, it felt wonderful. He gasped out pathetically, his hips jerking upwards at a wild pace almost at their own accord, beyond his own level of control. His member was now throbbing almost painfully against his stomach, and he could no longer deny it the attention that it longed for. He bit down harshly on his bottom lip as he moved the hand resting at his neck down his chest, tweaking at a nipple slightly before sliding the hand all the way down his stomach, the muscles flexing underneath the gently attention. His breath caught in the back of his throat as his fingers went past the patch of dark hair and began to tentatively caress up and down his firm member, very lightly at first, the touches barely teasing his skin. It wasn’t long before he couldn’t stand the teasefully of his own hand and eagerly wrapped his palm around the slick shaft and worked it more firmly, causing a sharp cry to emit from between passion parted lips. His heavy panted only became heavier with every moment that he touched himself, his fingers still working in and out of his opening. Jamie parted his eyelids slightly, finding in his view his soft loofa. Jamie simply gazed at it for a moment before removing his fingers from within his body with a small grunt before reaching out and taking the handle into his palm, looking at it lustfully for a moment. He let his eyes fall back shut as he pulled the soft sponge like rod under the water, a bliss filled moan rising up from his throat as the gentle material brushed over his rear, simply massaging the sensitive skin there for a few moments. Jamie clearly remembered every dirty word that Manson had spoken into his ear, he wanted to hear more.. to experience more, even if it was only in his mind. He could deal with that. Dealing wasn’t hard when it felt this wonderful.. every moment that he pleasured himself was like being back in that dressing room, laying on his back getting the fucking of his life... well, obviously it wasn’t just like that, but it was still pretty damned good. He swiftly shifted the loofa around so that he was now touching his tight entrance with the hard plastic end. "ahhh...fuck." He muttered out soft profanities, his chest rising and fall with every pant as he pushed the handle past his tight ring with a small whimper, but didn’t stop. He let out a pathetic whine as the make shift toy brushed against his prostate, making the throbbing of his member even stronger, to the point where he almost couldn’t stand it. He nudged the toy in and out of himself rapidly as he drew closer and closer to completely, his movements needy and completely desperate. It didn’t take much longer before he was throwing his head back with a semi-loud cry, having to bite down on his tongue to keep himself from full out screaming as his body tensed. He pumped his erection roughly as it twitched and spurted out his hot seed and mixing together with the water. Jamie felt wonderful after that, unable to even move as he fell limp against the side of the tub letting out a few last soft mummers. After a few long moments of doing nothing at all put resting, he felt himself getting rather sleepy, to the point where he was in danger of falling asleep in the bathtub and the water was starting to get cold. With a sigh he pulled himself out of the bathtub and dried himself off and doing all the other night tasks such as brushing his teeth and getting to a pair of pajama’s. He picked up his journal from his bedside table along with a pin and started to write down the events of that day. He had been doing so ever since the day that he could write, basically every moment of his life was recorded in writing.. and tonight's would be especially wonderful. After he was done he put down the notebook and slipped under the covers, quickly falling into a deep sleep. ~*~ It was around mid-morning that Manson rose from his sleep, it was much earlier than he might have liked to get up, but there wasn’t really anything he could do about that since he had to go to a signing that after noon. The thought crossed his mind for only split second to just stay in bed and forget about the signing, but then he thought about how that would disappoint the fans, and so.. he dragged himself out of the big comfortable bed. His eyes were only half open as he stumbled his way into the bathroom, muttering incoherently about how damn early it was. He slipped into the shower and turned on the water, nearly jumping out of his skin as the first thing that touched his pale skin was cold water. He made an annoyed face, though it didn’t last long after the hot water kicked in and began to spray down his thin form, helping greatly to wake him up, though it could of been easily debated that it was the dash of frigid water that actually was the cause for his waking from his morning drowsiness. Not very long after, ten minutes at best, Manson was done his shower and stepped out to go and get dressed, slipping into a a pair of black slacks and a black pin striped shirt that flared out at the cuff, accessorized with black leather gloves, the fingers cut off of them, and topped off with a black, bowler type hat. All and all he looked very decadent, as was not sub-par for the shock rocker. His mind briefly wondered back to the events of the previous night, more specifically the boy whom he had used, and was planning on using again that night as well, that is.. if the boy actually had the balls to show his face. The thought of how tight he had been made Manson’s length give a small excited twitch in his pants. He idly hoped that the boy would show up. He didn’t want to have to go through the troubles of having to find someone else, and the chances that he’d find someone else that put as much as he did into it were slim. Just as he was finishing up slipping into a pair of high top boots there was a knock at his suite door. He glanced over at it before standing up and over to answering it. As soon as the door opened the door opened a shortish woman pushed her way past Manson. "Goood morning!" She said as she sat down a bag of food on the dining room table, along with all of her make-up supplies. Manson’s eyes turned to the food that Lana had brought, "Aww, you got me breakfast, how thoughtful of you, thanks mother." Manson teased her, Lana of course wasn’t Marilyn’s mother, he was just bothering her about feeling the need to bring him food. "If you don’t want it I could always take it to 5, I’m sure he would appreciate a good breakfast." Lana scoffed at him playfully. Manson opened the bag and went through it, getting out an apple pie and started to take a bit out of it, but before he got the chance Lana smacked him on the hand then pushed him down into a chair so that she could start on his make-up. "Hey!" Manson protested, "What’s the point in bringing me food if you aren’t even going to give me the chance to eat it?" He said shooting her a mocking mean look, though he wasn’t really too pissed off. "I lied, the food isn’t for you, it’s mine, I’ve told you before that you are supposed to eat before I get here! You can’t very well be eating while I’m fixing your awful face!" She stuck her tongue out childish at the dark haired man, the only reply Manson gave was a scoff. She took out all the things that she would need to give Manson a skin treatment before she even started on the man’s make up. Naturally this was a very long process and Manson wouldn’t be still so it actually took longer than it normally had. Every once in awhile Lana would take a bit from her food, causing Manson to scowl at her darkly as though to tell her, ‘My name is on your pay checks and I could just as easily stop that.’ without actually saying anything, knowing that would only result with him having to sit there even longer. After two long annoying and torturous two hours Lana was finally done and Manson was left with a flawless white face and heavy black make-up surround both of his eyes, giving a caved in illusion, and ending with dark crimson colored lips that were outlined in black. Before Lana left she gave him the apple pie that he had tried to eat before she’d started on his make-up, she wasn’t completely cruel like he was after all, after parting, Manson headed downstairs and got into the black limo that was already waiting for him to make his way towards the museum for the art signing, of course, when he got there, there was a huge mass of people already lined and wrapped around the outside of the building when he arrived there. As much as he loved his work and everything that he did, this was the only thing he hated about so famous, always so crowded. There were always so many people at these things that they didn’t truly have a chance to really enjoy his art, having to be herded like cattle. He often wondered if he wasn’t already a famous musical artist if people could still appreciate his visual art. As he got into the section that was cut off from the rest of the museum with some of his pieces of art hanging on the walls. He sighed deeply as he took a seat at the long table. Moments later the fans were let into the room, basically filling it completely. Though thankfully, nothing got out of hand with the fans as it sometimes would when so many people were crowded into one room. Manson thanked every person that claimed to be his biggest fan and loved his work, he was really glad to hear things like that. He tried his best not to rush through it, wanting to give every fan the attention that the y deserved, but it simply couldn’t be helped, there was only so much of sitting in one place doing the same thing over and over again that one person could take. ~*~ Jamie hated having to wake up early, but it was part of life, always had been.. but he just could get used to it. He groaned as his alarm clock started to sound out, the awful buzzing ringing painfully in his head. He leaned over to try to smack his alarm clock, and was successful in doing so, what he wasn’t so successful in doing was keeping his balance, and very quickly ended up falling face first into the floor by his bed. "ah...ow.." Jamie blinked softly, simply laying there stunned for a moment before pulling himself off of the floor and standing up, a little wobbly from just waking up. Jamie started to take a step towards the bathroom, but very quickly stopped before he actually got anywhere, the soreness in his rear from the events of the previous night becoming quite aware to him. Even though it hurt, he couldn’t help but smile softly at the feeling, along with the sore feeling, it made the memories of what happened flood back to him, and the thoughts of what may very well happen to him that night as well, any pain that he was feeling now was completely worth it. He took small steps towards the kitchen, barely even lifting his feet off of the floor. He was rather slow to get ready, but not so much that he would be late or anything. After eating a bowl of cold cereal, and almost falling to sleep and having his head fall into his bowl, Jamie went to the bathroom, to wash his face and such in the hopes of getting himself awake. mObscene Ch. 02 Once Jamie was out of his sleep rut he got ready a bit faster, gathering together all of his things and such and cramming them into his bag before heading out the door quickly. Because of bad traffic he ended up getting to work about ten minutes later than he was supposed to be there.He ran into the building of the main office, though he didn’t make to very far before meeting his editor, and not in the best of ways, since he actually crashed right into the middle aged man and fell backwards. Jamie meeped and scrambled back to his feet. He had hoped that he would be able to sneak to his desk and act like he’d gotten there when he was supposed to be, but no such luck today. "You little...!" The man fumed at Jamie, causing the blonde to recoil slightly. He didn’t look very happy, and he would probably be even less happy if he knew that Jamie was to busy last night being screwed into the rock star’s couch to get even one question in. "I’m so sorry, sir!" Jamie began to grovel, "There was bad traffic and I.." Jamie would have kept on trying to explain but he was quickly cut off by his boss. "It’s not important, what is important is whether or not you found out what I needed you do? What’s the scoop? Did you get Marilyn to talk about his relationship with Dita Von Tesse?" The editor looked inquisitively at Jamie, waiting for an answer. He started to look rather distasteful when Jamie simply shuffled his feet a bit as though he were frightened to say anything, "Well.. did you even get to see Manson?" The older man insisted. "Well..you see.. he.. didn’t really.. well.. erm.. say.. anything about that.. but, I.. he did give me a real back stage pass.. so.. I’ll go again tonight.. and then.. I can.. get the story.. really.. I can!" Jamie bit down on his lower lip, fearful that he might get taken off the story or even worse. For a few long moments the older man simply looked at Jamie skeptically, though after that he nodded his head. "Alright..fine.. but if you screw up.." He didn’t actually finish that sentence, but he made it sound like it would be really bad for Jamie if he didn’t get the article written. Jamie scurried off before the man found some other reason to bitch at him and went off to working on smaller projects and such. The day was fairly ordinary, except for the fact that it felt as though it were going to last forever. He found himself staring at the clock half the day, even through a staff meeting, which got him into trouble a couple of times. When his lunch break came Jamie could hardly believe that only half the day was over with. He was almost ready to start banging his head against a wall from frustration. He sighed deeply as he left the building and went to meet up with a friend for lunch. He went ahead and ordered something to eat for himself since Mark, his best friend ever since they were children was running late, something that wasn’t uncommon, if fact it was something that Jamie had grown accustom to, and would be far more shocked if he actually showed up on time for once. "Hey... you look distracted.. Have a good time last night?" Mark said suggestively to Jamie as he slid into the seat across from Jamie and smirked at how spaced out his friend was looking. He was a few inches taller than Jamie, it was even still obvious when he was sitting. His short black hair was fixed up into messy spikes, the tips colored in bright green. Mark always flirted with Jamie, and in fact had been quite taken with him since he met him, however, Jamie never really noticed. Mark and Jamie didn’t really seem like the time of people that would actually hang out together. Mark with his goth look and outgoing attitude, always trying to act or be different, and Jamie always tending to be the complete opposite, shy and avoiding to much attention. "Yeah, I had a great time.. didn’t get my interview though, I’m going again tonight so..hopefully." Jamie trailed off a bit at the end. "You’ll get to fuck a rock star?" Mark finished off the rest of Jamie’s sentence, only saying it as a joke of course, he really couldn’t see Jamie having a one night stand with anyone, not even Marilyn Manson himself. He cocked an eyebrow as what he said brought a bright blush to Jamie’s face, though he didn’t read too much into it, saying things like that always seemed to make Jamie blush. "Don’t be such a pervert." Jamie said, making a face at his friend. Jamie sat there with Mark for another five minutes before he had to get back to work, saying a short goodbye he slipped out of the café, leaving Mark there to finish his lunch as he went to his car. Thankfully nothing overly embarrassing or really bad happened to Jamie for the rest of the day, and his time to get off work finally came around, he actually left about two minutes early, he didn’t normally do things like that, but he felt as though he might simply burst if he had to sit there for another moment. Once Jamie got back to his apartment he started digging through his closet and every dresser drawer looking for something to wear. He sighed deeply, not having very much luck in finding anything that would be suitable. He finally decided to call up Mark and have him come over and help him out, and also told him to bring some of his clothes over for him to barrow. Thankfully for Jamie, Mark agreed to come help him out. When he finally got there, Jamie was pacing around his bedroom nervously. Of course, Mark had neglected to knock, since he had figured out how to pick his best friends lock long ago. "Hey man.. chill out, alright? Why are you so nervous about this? You were there last night... what makes tonight so much different?" Mark asked, arching a pierced eyebrow. "Well..you see.." Jamie bit down on his lower lip before taking a deep breath, deciding that he should simply tell Mark about the events of that night completely. When finally finished with the long story he look a deep breath and looked up to Mark, wondering how he would react to hearing about how.. slutty Jamie had been, and that he was actually hoping that it would happen again. "You...slept.. with Marilyn Manson?" Mark’s jaw was slightly agape in disbelief as he repeated what Jamie had told him. The only response he got from Jamie was a bright embarrassed blush and a nod of his head. Had anyone else told him this he probably would have just called them a liar and been done with it, but it wasn’t like Jamie to lie, or even joke around about things of that nature. "Well, in that case let’s get you dressed up!" Mark smiled brightly and started to go through Jamie’s clothing and some of the things that he had brought over for him. The two of them spent the evening altering a few things, and debating over what was to revealing or to sexy for Jamie to wear. Jamie of course being the one that protested looking to sexy, and Mark debating that Jamie would look fucking amazing if he would just show off his body a bit more. When it was all said and done Jamie ended up wearing a tight black sleeveless shirt that had the collar cut off, black cotton gloves that went up to just a little bit below the elbow and about half the fingertips cut off. Mark had the most trouble getting Jamie to wear the tight black mini skirt, but of course, Jamie was always the one to cave in, and it was a rather good thing that he did because he looked great. Though Jamie had been firm about wearing the black stretch pants underneath the skirt, and Mark compromised with Jamie by ripping holes in them so that already some of the blonde’s milky white skin could be seen. Finishing the whole look off was a pair of black high heeled boots that stopped around mid-calf. Jamie looked himself over in the mirror on the back of his closet door, and he couldn’t help but smile delightfully. Not many guys could actually pull of such a look, but with Jamie’s petite form, it would be easy for one to think he was just a short haired blonde girl, "Wow..this is great.. thanks Mark!" He said excitedly before going over and hugging his friend tightly. Mark smiled half-heartedly as he returned the hug, he couldn’t help but feel jealous. He had been going after Jamie for years, and one evening with Manson and Jamie jumped at the chance, and it only made it worse to see Jamie looking so completely hot, and yet knowing that it was for someone else, "Yeah.. you look wonderful." Mark told him softly as he released the blonde and went into his closet to pull out a duffle bag and started to pack up extra clothing that he had brought and some of the things they had altered together. "What are you doing? I’m only going to be gone for one night." Jamie protested, looking at Mark curiously. "You're going to Marilyn Manson concert, things are bound to get a little wild, you never know if you’ll need extra clothes or something." Mark grinned and flashed a sexy wink over to Jamie. Jamie didn’t object, and before long he had his things in his car and was ready to go. "I see ya later." He said from the driver seat, the window rolled down so that he could talk to Mark for a moment longer. Mark smiled and repeated Jamie’s farewell and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek before waving him off. Jamie was really excited when he got there, practically bouncing right out of his car. He made his way backstage, flaunting his real backstage pass when a security guy asked to see it. He was pretty glad that he’d been there the night before so that he knew his way around pretty well already. ~*~ Manson paced back and forth across his dressing room, it was almost enough to make one think that he might actually be making a permeant groove into the floor. He was talking rather heatedly into his cell phone with his father about meeting with is ex-girlfriend and making sure she got everything out of his home in L.A. "Just make sure she gets all of her shit out, and don’t let that bitch take any of my stuff, including the fucking patio furniture." He sat back down in his make-up chair right in front of a huge lighted mirror. The pale shock rocker had just had his make-up redone not long ago, this time with red surrounding his eyes, his lips painted in black. He was ready for that night’s performance. He was wearing skin tight black pants that had snap buttons all the way up on the right side and tucked into black knee high boots. He wore a shirt that was exactly like the pants that he had on, bleeding together and almost giving the illusion of a full body suit of sorts. He still had a couple hours before the show started, but he preferred getting ready early. "I’m serious, I don’t want that stupid cunt to have to come back for any reason." Tim Skold was also in the room, and happened to be laughing his ass off at the predicament between Manson and his now ex-girlfriend. Manson leered at Tim and through a book that was sitting on the counter at him. "Ow! Fuck!" Tim exclaimed as the book nailed him, though me managed to get his hands up and half way stop it from hitting him to roughly. It didn’t stop his laughter completely, though it did stifle down to more of an amused chuckle. "You should have listened to Pogo, Manson. You knew that bitch was only after one thing. What’d you expect? For her to actually stick around after you made her Famous?" Tim smirked slightly, knowing that the break up wasn’t going to affect Manson all that badly. Manson just shook his head slightly as get out a a dollar bill and rolled it up. The powdered coke had already been arranged into perfect even lines out on the flat surface of the small mirror laid out in front of him. He placed a fingertip over his left nostril before leaning over and inhaling sharply, instantly feeling the rush and shuddering pleasurable from it. "Alright, I’ll see you before the show, Really though, don’t let Dita get to you. You knew this was going to Happen." Tim commented as he walked out of the dressing room, receiving a smirk from Manson. About half way between his own dressing room and Manson’s, Tim spotted a blonde guy, Jamie, who looked as though he were kind of lost. The first thought that crossed Tim’s mind was that the kid snuck back stage, but then spotted the back stage pass hanging around his neck, so refrained from calling security. "Hey, You lost kid?" He asked the other in a friendly tone. "Hm? No.. I’m not lost.." Jamie replied, looking at the taller blonde for a moment curiously. "Manson... he’s.. in his dressing room, right? What kind of mood is he in? If I go back there, what are the chances of me coming out of it unscarred?" Jamie shuffled his feet nervously and held his hands behind his back, he was well aware of who he was talking to, and basically had to completely hold himself from simply turning into an over-eager fan and tackling him excitedly. Tim smirked as he looked Jamie over for a moment, idly wondering who this kid even was, but he didn’t ask him that. It was obvious that he was meant to be there since he had a real pass and knew that the room labeled "Janitor" was Manson’s dressing room. Of course, Jamie didn’t actually know that, he’d just been falling Manson the night before. "Yeah, he’s in there, and you never really know with him, especially now after the break up with Dita." Tim mentally smacked himself for adding that last part. He really needed to learn how to keep his mouth shut. "I would say that your chances of getting yelled at at considerably lower than they would be if you waited until after the show since nothing has had a chance to go wrong yet." Tim shrugged slightly and walked passed Jamie, turning his head slightly to watch the boy go off towards Manson’s room. He was hot, but Tim didn’t dwell on it for to long before going on his way. Jamie noticed the change in Tim’s face when he commented on the break up between Manson and Dita. Jamie thought about that for a moment.. so it was true. The journalist in Jamie wanted to go after Tim and see if there was anything else he would like to spill, but he was far more interested in going to see Manson. He smiled at the thoughts that ran through his head before quickly making his way towards Manson’s dressing room, stopping outside of the closed door, just standing there for a moment before he knocked politely at the door. Manson was feeling no pain as he laid back on the couch in his dressing room, his head laying back against the arm rest and one leg draped over the side so that his foot was flat on the floor, tapping at about a mile minute as the speedy feeling of the drug worked it’s way through his system. With the exception for making arrangements for the bitch moving out, the day had been going pretty well as it seemed the people that he dealt with on a daily basis were going to great pains to stay out of his way. "Yeah..?" He called out towards the door, thinking that it would probably be 5 coming to harass him about Dita, and try to get in his pants, horny bastard. Jamie opened his mouth to give his name after Manson called out, but he quickly realized that would have no meaning what so ever to the shock rocker since he had never even given his name to him. He thought for a moment before speaking, "Hey.. Just another obsessed fan. Can I come in?" Jamie kind of thought it was unlikely that Manson would recognize his voice simply from the blissful screaming that he’d done the night before, but he could always hope on the off chance. He nervously tapped one of his fingers against the door frame as he quietly waited for permission to enter. Manson was silent for a few moments after the person on the other side of the door responded to him. The voice sounded vaguely familiar. He tried to think about whose voice that belonged to. It took a few moments before it clicked in his mind, finally realizing that it was the kid from the other night. He smirked, he hadn’t been completely sure that he would come back, but he was glad that he did as he wasn’t looking forward to having to find someone else to fuck that night, and he already knew that the kid was good. "Yeah, you can come in." He said, not getting up from his place on the couch as he looked over at the door. As Jamie waited outside the door, he started to think that Maybe Manson didn’t want him to come in since he was taking so long to say anything at all, though really it hadn’t been all that long at all, a few short moments at best, but it didn't feel much longer than that for Jamie. Though that feeling completely died off when he heard the confirming words from Manson that it was alright for him to enter. A smile crossed over the boy’s face as he slowly pushed the door open and stepped inside, closing it back behind him.He looked over at Manson and smirked softly, "Hi there... how goes it?" Jamie was overjoyed to be here without having to worry about the security catching him and throwing him out for sneaking in. Manson smirked slightly at the look on the boy’s face, and then at the question. He raked his eyes up and down over the boy standing before him with a hungry look in his eyes. The kid looked fucking hot, especially dressed the way he was, the small and teasefully glances of skin showing in certain places, it made Manson want to rip every bit of it away from take him that very moment. He hadn’t invited the boy here to talk, but he figured he had a god enough day so far, and would humor him, "Depends on your perspective." He smirked broadly, though not intimidatingly, more out of amusement. He moved his other leg down to the floor, leaving enough room for Jamie to sit down. He didn’t offer for the sake of being some kind of good host though, if the kid wanted to stand around all day awkwardly then Manson wasn’t going to stop him. Jamie could feel the other’s eyes on him, as though they were burning right through him. He couldn’t help but blush at that, he wasn’t lying to himself, he knew exactly what he was here for, though he was still rather shocked at himself for wanted this. Jamie grinned slightly, pushing back his own insecurities and stepped over to the couch and plopped down next to him. He was actually feeling a lot more comfortable than he was the night before. He let his eyes meet with Manson’s, grinning at him at a burst of courage came over him and he snaked his hand up onto the rock star’s thigh. Manson snickered slightly, the effects of the drug being near obvious, he was glad that the boy wasn’t a nervous wreck like he had been the night before. He didn’t have very much patience for people who were to shy to say or do what they wanted to, and he was greatly annoyed by star struck fans. Actually, had Manson not needed some sort of release so badly last night he probably would have had the guy kicked out on his ass. Manson looked at the other intently, smirking a bit more as he put his hand over top of Jamie’s and brought it higher up. Jamie didn’t object, his heart skipping a beat as Manson moved his hand all the way up to his groin before removing his hand from Jamie’s. The blonde let his eyes fall downwards for a moment to look and his hand as it rested on Manson’s groin, the sight making his excitement multiply. Jamie was trembling as though he were the one being pleasured as he firmly pressed his hand against the other’s groin, givingly rubbing his and up and down there for a little while as he watched the happy expressions cross over Manson’s face. The shock rocker’s eyes fell closed for a moment, his hips arching upwards into the pleasant caresses that the boy offered to him. Jamie loved the way the raven haired man looked now, and it made him yearn to see even more blissful expressions on his idol’s face. Manson let his eyes slide open, focusing his heavy lidded gaze over on Jamie with one hazel eye and one light cloudy blue, boring into him intently, a soft pleasurable sigh passing over his lips.Jamie eagerly moved his hand to search out the place where Manson’s shirt ended and his pants began, quickly undoing them and letting his hand slide down inside. He absently ran his tongue over his lips as he firmly wrapped his fist around the hardened flesh, pumping his hand down and then back up along his member, feeling it pulse beneath his fingertips, while letting his thumb caress gently over the moist tip in an adoring fashion. mObscene Ch. 02 Manson moved his hands down onto his own hips, gripping the tight fabric of his pants and pushed them down over his hips, stopping at his knees since they wouldn’t go down any further because of his boots. Jamie kept his hand firmly around Manson’s length, his own member throbbing from excitement from underneath his skirt. With one swift movement Jamie repositioned himself over into the other’s lap, straddling him, and causing the black mini-shirt to ride up on him, exposing more of his soft pale skin. He continued to hold Manson’s gaze with his own, as though he were trying to hold the other’s eyes with his own, and it worked well enough because Manson couldn’t take his eyes off of Jamie even for a moment. Jamie daringly leaned it and captured the dark haired man’s lips with his own, sucking eagerly at his bottom lip for a moment before pressing his tongue side of his mouth and exploring deeply, and Manson responding to that kiss with his own forcefulness. Jamie tried his best to remember everything about how this felt, tried to remember every curve and crevasses of Manson’s mouth since it may of very well have been his last time to experience it. After a few moments of the hot kiss, Jamie broke his lips away, gasping slightly for air. He released the other’s member and slid himself down the other’s body, brushing his fingertips down him slightly all the way down to his inner thighs as he dropped himself down into the floor between his idol’s legs. Jamie leaned in and ran his tongue slowly over one of his fleshy sacs, caressing it gently before taking it into his warm wet mouth and swirling his tongue around softly at first then picking up a little bit at a time until his cheeks were caved slightly from the suction for a moment before releasing the sac and trailing his tongue along one of the warm veins of the other’s member then wrapping his soft lips around the head and flicking his tongue against it. Manson groaned out in response to the attention and let his head lull back against the couch lazily as blissful shocks of pleasure made their way through his body. He reached a hand down and ran his fingers through the boy’s locks of dirty blonde hair. He gazed down at Jamie, his eyes half closed from the pleasure. He couldn’t help but think about how hot the boy looked down there with his lips wrapped around his cock. His tongue absently swept out over his lips, and he thrusted his hips up slightly, sending more of his member into the other’s mouth, mostly unconcerned about Jamie’s comfort. "Ah... Damn.. that’s good.." He couldn’t help but breath out the compliment. Thankfully for Jamie, Manson’s thrusting didn’t cause him to choke, and he eagerly took more of his length between his lips, his tongue working up and down along the underside of the hot flesh.He put everything he had into pleasing Manson, wanting to make the other feel as much pleasure as he could, and put all of himself into orally pleasing Manson, as though it were the only thing that really mattered, and in that moment, it was. The blonde let his eyes fall gently shut. He might of been grinning had his lips not been in such a compromising position as a thought came to his mind. He began to softly hum one of his favorite songs around Manson’s shaft, ‘Tainted Love". Had Manson not been so wrapped up in the pleasurable sparks shooting through his body from the sensations that Jamie’s mouth was giving him, he would have been smirking as he immediately recognized the tune that the boy was humming. As it were though, he through his head back against the couch and let his eyes flutter shut, moaning lowly. He moved his free hand down to tightly grip Jamie’s shoulder, almost to tightly, making Jamie shift slightly, though he didn’t mind at all, in fact the gesture was quite encouraging. Manson spread his legs out as much as his pants would allow, his hips making small thrusts upwards on their own accord. Jamie basked in the beautiful sounds that emitted from the throat of the other. He had always had a great liking for Manson’s unique voice, and to be able to hear that voice twisted in pleasure, it was completely amazing. Jamie quickly found himself wanting to hear even more of the sounds, even desperate to do so. Jamie slowly worked one of his hands around up underneath Manson, the thought that Manson might get pissed off at him for what he was about to do next crossed his mind. But, he forced himself to stop thinking about it, if the other didn’t like it then that something that he could deal with. With one swift motion of his middle finger, he forced the digit inside on the other’s entrance, pushing it back as far as it would go and caressing around a bit, searching for his sweet spot as he went on bobbing his head up and down on Manson’s length. A startled gasp very quickly turned into a loud groan of pleasure as the boy penetrated him. There weren’t a lot of people that had the nerve to do something so bold, most simply stereotyping him as wanting to constantly be the dominate one, and were always too damned scared to venture there. If he had been about to think straight at that moment he might of been somewhat impressed with Jamie’s actions, though as it were, the only thing that he could think about then was how damn good it felt as he tried to spread his legs even more to give him better access. He cried out loudly, almost screaming out as he felt the prods against his prostate gland. He rocked his hips rhythmical back on the finger inside of him, and thrusted into the other’s mouth. A powerful shudder worked it’s way through the blonde’s body because of the blissful scream that Manson let out, signally to him that he had found the spot that he was looking for, and contently caressed his fingertip over that spot repeatedly, very thankful for the positive reaction that he had gotten from the other. He whimpered softly as Manson gripped his hair and shoulder even tighter than before as his body tensed up. Loud moans and cries filled the room as the pleasurable spot inside of him was messaged almost repetitively, and he couldn’t keep himself from rocking back roughly on the digit, drawing it in as deeply as possible. He would have liked to have held back a little bit longer, but with the way things were going, he wasn’t going to be able to. The boy seemed to know exactly what to do, where and how to touch him to drive him completely insane from lust. He couldn’t keep himself from losing all control and releasing into the other’s mouth with a final thrust of his lips and a loud cry. His face twisting sexily in the heat of his orgasm that over took and quaked through all of his body. Jamie wasn’t exactly the most experienced when it came to sex, and certainly wasn’t used to doing what he was doing now.. only doing what came to his heart, his body almost acting of it’s own accord without him actually thinking about it very much. He forced himself to open his eyes so that he could watch every contour of Manson’s face curve into a deliciously beautiful look of passion, the sight being almost more than Jamie could even bare. Manson’s hands remained tangled in Jamie’s hair and latched onto his shoulder, though did let it relax a bit. His eyes stayed shut and he rested his head back lazily against the back of the couch as the last residual shivers of his orgasm worked their way through his body. "Fuck..that was good.." He said almost breathlessly, panting a bit for as his eyes slowly fluttered open to meet the boy’s gaze once again, and the pleased smile the was over his lips as he released Manson’s member from them and slowly retraced his finger from his entrance. Manson grinned slightly as he squeezed Jamie’s shoulder a bit before releasing it and brought a finger up to his lips and lightly traced it along his bottom lip. "Very good actually.." He said, a satisfied smirk crossing over his face. The gentle squeeze to his shoulder made a pleasurable spark run through Jamie’s body and a soft, barely even there moan to escape his lips. He ran his tongue over said lips, lapping away any left over remnants of the other man’s seed away, the taste of the rock star giving him pleasant chills. He looked intently to the other. He couldn’t help but feel rather proud that he was able to make Manson feel good. Which at second thought made him feel as though his priorities were completely out of whack, he had been complimented on so many great things in his life, most being in junction with how smart he was, he had never been complimented on sexual acts, and he felt more joyed over the blissful words that Manson offered over anything else he’d ever heard in all his life. The smirk didn’t leave Manson’s face, and he snickered slightly as he observed the boy who responded so avidly to such a simple gesture. He was sure that the kid’s body wasn’t at all immune to what he had just done, and Manson couldn’t of been more right as Jamie was now quite obviously and painfully erect and needing. Though Jamie wasn’t about to ask for anything in return, and almost wasn’t even expecting it, so wrapped up in Manson’s needs that he’d been ignoring his own the whole time. Manson didn’t necessarily give a damn about him, or care what he wanted, it really wasn’t his style to leave anyone hanging, especially after just receiving one hell of an amazing blow job, and it wasn’t like they called him the God of Fuck for nothing. His eyes moved over for just a fraction of a second at the clock on the wall, finding that he had atleast an hour and a half until the concert started before he turned his gaze back onto Jamie. He flashed the boy an animalistic grin as he gripped the boy firmly by the shirt and dragged him up into his lap and attacked his mouth his his own, kissing him demandingly. Jamie whimpered out pathetically into the kiss, but gave into the other’s wants and kissed him back, his tongue adoringly swirling around Manson’s as it explored around his mouth. Jamie moved his hands firmly down the other’s chest and down to his knees, his lips still attached to Manson’s as he undid the buckles of his boots and tried to get them off, Manson eagerly using the heels of his feet to kick them off and let his pants fall down the rest of the way and kicked them away slightly. Jamie’s breath came out in uneven pants as he felt the other’s hands on the inside of his thighs, his sharp nails digging into the soft flesh there, causing Jamie to pull his lips away, tilting his head back and letting a small cry escape his mouth. Manson grinned and ran his tongue over his teeth as he moved his hands up and gripped the sides of Jamie’s dark colored briefs and worked them down, Jamie eagerly complying and shifting his legs so that they could be removed his more ease. They both groaned out as their now exposed lengths.A few sparks from his prior orgasm seeming to come to life from the flesh on flesh contact. Jamie moved his arms up, wrapping them around the other’s shoulders and holding himself flush against Manson’s chest, clinging to him as he rolled his hips in small rapid circles and moving his lips back onto Manson’s kissing him with every ounce of passion that he could work up. Manson was practically drowning in the burning kiss, almost searching out the other’s mouth and memorizing him, loving the way that he kissed back so so feverishly, the way that he seemed to bend so perfectly to his will. He wrapped one of his arms around the other’s waste and pulled him close and grinded against him roughly, letting out a muffled cry. He trailed one hand down between their bodies and grasped both of their hot members together, stroking their lengths together. "Oh fuck.." Jamie broke the kiss just enough to mutter out the words softly, his breath ghosting gently over Manson’s soft painted lips, still so close to his own. He moved one of his own hands down and wrapped his fingers around the other’s sacs, fondling the flesh gently, his hand making brief contact with Manson’s hand as he stroked their arousals together. He bucked his hips hotly, feeling as though he no longer had control over his own body, as though Manson dictated every move that he made. Jamie moved his free hand up the other’s shirt, shivering slightly at the feel of his bare skin underneath his fingertips as he moved it up to Manson’s nipple, grasping it between finger and thumb, rolling it attentively. Manson wasn’t quite sure how he was staying so hard, his length almost throbbing against the boy’s, the feeling drastically intense from having just came only moments before. Maybe it had been the way the other had seemed so innocent on first glance, but then was so much the opposite in the heat of passion, he didn’t know, and he didn’t truly care. All that he knew was that he was being swept away by want, by the heated pleasure of the way that Jamie touched him and the way he felt pressed so wonderfully against his him. He moaned deeply before moving his lips away from Jamie’s and moving them onto his neck, trailing his tongue over the half way healed wound that he had made the night before, making Jamie shiver slightly, though was soon crying out pitifully as Manson moved his lips to a new spot and dug his teeth in to create a new one, biting the flesh and sucking it into his mouth. Jamie writhed about in bliss on top of his idol, soon taking one of the other’s hands into his own and brought a couple of his fingers up to his mouth and pushing them inside, coating them thickly in saliva before helping his hand down underneath him and pressing those fingers against his entrance before moving his hand away. Manson shuddered at Jamie’s needy gesture and quickly thrusted both fingers inside of the other, causing him to cry out loudly and jerk against the intrusion wildly.He dug his nails into the flesh of Manson’s back, gripping him tightly, his nails leaving white crescent shaped marks on the other’s flesh. He buried his face into the crook of Manson’s neck as the other began to move his fingers inside of him at a quick pace, making Jamie quiver all over. Manson moaned out deeply, the nails that dug into Jamie’s skin causing the boy’s movements to become more urgent, the slight pain that sparked through him heightening his pleasure greatly. He pushed his fingers deeply into the boy a few last times before letting his need over take him. He removed his fingers from Jamie, who whimpered softly in response. Manson moved his lips back onto Jamie’s, kissing him deeply, swallowing the scream that emitted from the blonde’s lips as he moved one arm around the other’s waist and lifted him upwards slightly, and shifted to grasp his own length, positioning himself at the other’s entrance and slamming into him in one swift motion. He couldn’t help but pull his lips away and cry out, both of their cries of pleasure flowing through the room as Jamie began to eagerly pump himself up and down on Manson’s member. Jamie moved one of his hands back behind the other’s head, twisting his fingertips around locks of soft raven hair and tugging slightly as he continued to cry out, unable to hold himself back at all as he rode the other almost relentlessly. He parted his eyelids slightly, exposing the pools of soft blue from behind them to met with the multi-colored eyes on the man below him, gazing at him lustfully, and having Manson return that same look of passion. A long series of groans fell from the shock rockers lips as he gazed into the other’s lovely eyes, the sight making him shudder slightly. He thrusted his hips up eagerly, letting his own movements met with Jamie’s on every thrust, sending himself into the other as deeply as possible, pushing against the gland deep inside of him with every movement. Manson moved one of the hands that was digging into Jamie’s hips move over and grasp a hold of his length firmly, stroking it evening in time with every needy lunge into the boy’s heated body.He lulled his head back against the couch and let his lust clouded eyes squeeze tightly shut as he pounded into Jamie forcefully, and Jamie returning the same level of frantic movements down on the other. Manson felt as though the feeling of crazed desire were completely overwhelming and rushing his body again. The alluring sounds that Manson let out were utterly transfixing, and gave great encouragement for Jamie to thrust even harder down onto him. The blonde let out a high, bliss filled moan as his length was given such pleasurable attention, his back arching broadly into it as his mind began thoroughly overflowed by eminence rapture. Jamie let his hand move out from behind the other’s head, and ran it down his chest, exploring every inch of the amazing dark haired man, that he couldn’t help but adore. He leaned in close to the other’s warm body, pressing his lips into Manson’s neck and nipping at the skin there lightly, wanting to do more but the fear of how pissed off the other would be if he marked him looming in the back of his mind and keeping him from actually biting him. He couldn’t help but groan out hotly at the added sensation of having Jamie’s lips latched onto his neck the way they were, tilting his head slightly to give the blonde even better access to his skin. The moments of bliss were threatening to overtake him, pleasurable waves already riddling his body, riding through him. His movements were becoming more and more needy with every second that went by, the pleasure quickly building up inside of him, feeling as though he might burst at any moment. He racked his nails up underneath the back to Jamie’s shirt, doing so roughly enough to leave several deep red lines in their wake. Jamie almost couldn’t help himself from biting the other as painful sparks shocked through out his body, though was surprisingly turned on by the act, the pain only making his pleasure that much more enjoyable. Jamie wanted to hold on longer, wanted to go on like this forever, but he knew that he wasn’t going to be able to do that, and within a matter of moments the pressure was simply to high, the feelings that Manson gave him were to strong to deny, and soon he was crying out blissful, his hips jerking wildly as he released his hot fluids against the other’s hand. Though, even after that amazing release, Jamie still thrusted himself on Manson’s member, trying to bring him to orgasm as quickly as possible. Manson was determined to ride out the intense sensations for as long as possible, but that thinking, and all other thoughts were completely lost as Jamie came and his entrance drastically tightly around his length with still working up and down on him it was impossible for him to hold back, sending him completely over the edge and hurdling into bliss. The way the boy showed such passion and enthusiasm to please was driving him crazy. He clutched Jamie tightly, pulling him flush against his chest as he buried his face down into the other’s shoulder and let out a long and loud cry of pleasure, his hips jerking up wildly as he filled the other, every muscle in his body went totally rigid from pleasure, his breath coming out in long pants and gasps for much needed air as he held on tightly to Jamie;s trembling form. Jamie held onto Manson as though it were his life that was in stake if he were to let go of him, or even loosen his hold at all. Low moans continued to rise up from his throat, the warm feeling of the other man’s seed inside of him making him shudder delightfully. Jamie stayed just the way he was as he panted heavily to try and catch his breath. completely unable to find the energy to move just yet. "Fuck..that was...incredible.." He muttered out heatedly into the other's neck, almost unawarely before he finally felt as though he could move and slowly sat to gaze at the other with half lidded eyes, his mind still spinning in bliss. Manson felt as though his whole body was quivering as the last residual sparks of pleasure worked their way through Manson’s body. He let his hold on the other loosen some what, his hands now lazily resting around his waist as his body began to relax against the couch. "That was fucking intense.." He finally breathed the reply through deep pants, his eyes fluttering open and meeting with Jamie’s gaze, looking at him intently for a few moments. Jamie felt as though Manson were looking right into his heart and soul, the feeling making him shiver slightly. mObscene Ch. 03 It was nothing like the night before that Manson entered the bus. His mood was a dark one, and his fingers were wrapped tightly around the handle of his duffle bag, squeezing it until his knuckles were turning white from the pressure. He wasn't quite sure why he was so pissed off about Jamie leaving the way he did, without another word. The very moment that he stepped onto the bus, he was greeted by Ginger, who seemingly had not fully calmed down just yet. "What the fuck Manson?!" It was most unfortunate for Ginger that Manson was in a really bad mood at the moment, at he hadn't noticed it soon enough. Within the second of Ginger's little outburst, Manson dropped his bag to the floor and threw his fist into Ginger's eye before he stalked to the back of the bus to lay down. Ginger stumbled back with a shocked look on his face that Manson had hit him and quickly brought a hand up to cradle his injured face. He was just about to go after Manson and get him back for that, though thankfully John 5 was quick to grab him by the arm and hold him at bay. It wouldn't be easy to find a replacement drummer on such short notice if Ginger was allowed to do what he was wanting to. Once John had Ginger calmed down a bit so that he wouldn't stupidly go to get himself hurt again, John made his way to the back of the bus to inquire as to why Manson was so pissed off. He slowly opened the door, the hinges creaking noisily as he peeked his head inside, though he didn't get a single word out before Manson cut him off. "Just leave me the fuck alone." His tone was bitter and tired as he laid his head back and closed his eyes. John was reluctant to do as Manson told him to, wanting to know why Marilyn was acting the way that he was. He didn't really think it was about Ginger. Even if it did because he had hit the drummer and all, but still. John stood there for a moment before deciding that it was best to just not bother him. It would only make him more angry anyway, and John didn't want to be on the wrong end of that anger. He walked back to the front of the bus and sat down beside Ginger, who was now sitting with his head paid back and an ice pack over his eye. "Did you find out what the fuck his problem is?" Ginger asked in a slightly aggravated tone of voice. He wasn't sure what annoyed him more, the fact that Manson had hit him like that out of nowhere, or that he now had a black eye to cover up. Manson was the last one off of the bus by a long shot. He waited until the others were out of sight, and there was no chance that he would have to deal with anymore. He headed straight for his suite, not stopping for any reason. He even blew off a maid who tried to stop him to see if there was anything that he wanted anything. He didn't let himself over think anything as he got inside and stripped down, quickly finding his way into the soft bed and crawling underneath the covers. He didn't let himself think about much of anything, pushing the events of that day to the very back of his mind. so that he could more easily drift to sleep for the night. Manson slept rather late the next morning, even past the morning and into noon. He finally woke up with a yawn. Simply laying there in the bed for a few moments before he slowly slid his eyes open. He felt even worse when he woke up that morning, realizing that he would never get to see, ...er, fuck Jamie again. He didn't know what it was bothering him so much, but it was... Probably just cause he'd now have to find some other person to use. With heavy sigh he pulled himself out of bed and started to get ready to leave, making sure to pack all his things together after he got dressed in a pair of dark maroon leather pants and a black button up long sleeved shirt, which was what he considered to be his casual attire. When it was all done he threw his duffle bag over his shoulder, leaving everything else for lackeys to load onto the tour bus. Just like the last time that he got onto the bus, he went straight back to one of the rooms in the back and closed the door without a single word to any of the other band members. All and all he was in a pretty shitty mood, and didn't feel like putting up with anyone at that point. Meanwhile in the front of the bus, Ginger was sitting crossed and holding a mirror, examining his make-up job, making sure that the black eye wasn't visible. "Hey, Ginger, what did you to make him so pissy?" John 5 asked, raising a non-existent eyebrow as he sat across the bus from Ginger at a small table. His words came out slightly slurred since he was eating a jelly filled doughnut. Ginger looked up to glare at 5 for a moment, "You know damn well I didn't do a fucking thing." He said calmly before getting up and going over to snatch a doughnut out of the box sitting in front of 5. After a few hours of resting in the back of the bus on his own the bus came to a stop at the arena they were to perform at that night. He waited about fifteen minutes before he hauled himself off the bus and went straight to work, going about doing the usual sound checks and vocal exercises. Manson was snappy and rude with anyone that dared to speak to him, though most had enough sense to see that he wasn't in any kind of good mood or even relatively close to being nice by any stretch of the imagination. Anyone who came couldn't avoid having to go up and ask or tell him something made it quick and to the point before retreating as quickly as humanly possible as far away from him as they could. When everything was finished that Manson had to see to he went to his dressing room and pulled a bottle of red wine out of his bag, opening it and taking a sip right from the bottle as he plopped down on the couch, an obvious and dangerous sneer painted on his face. Manson didn't leave his dressing room not even once before the show started. Ignoring everything...even his own thoughts to a degree. He didn't even go to hang out with the other band mates before the show was supposed to start, which was just about as strange as it got. About 30 seconds before the show was supposed to start Manson showed up at the stage entrance where the other guys were. "Hey-" Tim started to ask Manson where he had been at, but didn't get out another word before Manson went out to start the performance. For Manson, the concert was horrid and terrible. Anyone who knew Manson would have seen clearly that his performance was very angry. Though the fans were completely loving it, perhaps even more so than they would have had Manson been in a good mood. By the time that the concert was ended, he ended up profusely bleeding from a gushing self inflicted wound on his chest. "We better get that stitched up." His stage manager said to him just as he was stalking off stage. "Fuck that." Was Manson's only reply as he pushed the man out of his way. ~*~ On his way back home, Jamie had a lot on his mind. He felt like Manson was pissed off at him, though he wasn't quite sure why. Because he hadn't said that he was going on the tour? Jamie told himself that he was stupid for thinking such a thing. As though Manson really gave a damn whether he went on the tour or not. Jamie didn't realize that there had been no music playing in his car at all, and so his thoughts over took his attention completely, causing him to almost run off the road. He clutched the steering wheel and gasped deeply for air. Thankfully the rest of his drive home was completely uneventful. When Jamie got back to his apartment, the first thing that he noticed was that there was a light on. He hadn't left that on... had he? He was a little frightened, his heart pounding a little quicker than normal. He slowly made his way over to the couch, which faced the other wall and was just about to look over the side of it when Mark popped up. Jamie gasped and jumped backwards from surprise. "Holy fuck...you scared the shit out of me... what are you doing here?" Jamie asked, his hand clutched over his chest as he gasped gently. Mark looked like he had been asleep, a confused and tired expression on his face. "Ah...hm? Jamie... what are you doing here.." Mark muttered softly. "I live here, dumbass. What are you doing here?" Jamie asked him slightly annoyed. He went around and moved Mark's legs out of the way so that he could sit down on the couch with him. "I just wanted to see if you would come back tonight... Did something go wrong? You chickened out didn't you?" Mark said with a small amount of disappointment in his voice. Though part of him was at least a little happy that Jamie had come back. He really didn't know what was wrong with him. Why couldn't he just ask Jamie to be with him, instead of just handing him off to someone else? He sighed softly. "I don't know... I just... don't know... I probably wont be able to go on the tour. I'll never get the time off work." Jamie frowned deeply as he rested his head against Mark's thigh and closed his eyes gently. It didn't go unnoticed by Mark that Jamie really wanted to go. "Yes you will." Mark said softly, almost as a promise that he was going to make Jamie go. Though Jamie didn't even hear the words, he was so tired that he had fallen asleep right there on the couch, resting against his friend. Mark smiled softly and ran his fingers through soft locks of blonde hair before he gently removed himself from the couch, being extra careful not to wake Jamie as he left the apartment. The next morning Jamie woke up pretty early, groaning softly as he rolled over and almost fell into the floor. He blinked his eyes open. He had almost excepted to see Mark still laying there with him. He sat up slowly and looked around for a moment before picking up the backstage pass that was around his neck and looked over it attentively. He gazed at all the tour days for a little while before he brushed his fingertips over his name written in Manson's handwriting. He chewed at his bottom lip for a little bit before sighing softly and getting up to go take a shower and get ready for work. Though after his shower was done, he found himself missing Manson's scent that was on him before. That day Jamie tried his best to avoid interaction with anyone - especially his boss. He was going to ask if he could get time off to go on Manson's tour. He was unsure of how it would go. He could only hope that he would get the time off. He wanted it badly. Though he wasn't sure if he would actually be able to pack up and go anyways if he was told no. That just wasn't the type of person that he was. When it was almost time for him to get off, he took a deep breath before standing up and going back to his boss's door and knocked lightly on it. "S-sir, may I come in..?" He asked nervously, his whole frame shuddering slightly because of that. After getting permission to come in, Jamie opened the door and stepped inside, closing the door back behind him. His boss was sitting at his desk, and seemed rather busy with his work. Jamie simply stood there; shuffling his feet back and forth as he wanted to get the middle aged man's attention. Finally the man looked up, though he didn't seem to be in a very good mood, which made Jamie frown in disappointment. "What is it?" He snapped at Jamie. "Well... you see...I..." Jamie stuttered a little bit, which didn't make the man be any more patient with him. Jamie took a deep breath before going on. "I want to go on Marilyn Manson's tour... It would be a great opportunity for me to find out more about him and-" Jamie had a few more things to try to convince him that it was a good idea, but he was cut off by an amused chuckle by his boss, causing Jamie to cringe. "What? Absolutely not! Now get out of here." He demanded, he thought that Jamie was lying, that there was no way that he would actually get the chance to get invited to go along with Marilyn Manson, the very thought was a ridiculous one. Jamie frowned deeply and hung his head sadly as he exited the office without another word. He gathered his things together and got ready to go home. Once he was in his car he pulled out the stage pass again and looked at the arena location for that night. It wasn't but a few hours away... maybe he could still make it...No, how could he? He would surely loss his job. He couldn't stop thinking about it as he back home. As he stepped inside he saw Mark sitting on the back of his couch, holding a couple of bags. Jamie sighed softly, "I really don't know why I even bother locking my door. What's that?" Jamie said with a shake of his head before motioning to the bags that Mark was holding. "Wellll... it's for you. It's clothing, so you don't have to look like your normal boring old clothes without stealing everything that I own." He said with a small smirk. Jamie frowned softly, "You shouldn't have done that... besides... I'm not going to go, I couldn't get time off of work." Mark made a face at Jamie as he started pulling the clothes out of the bags to show them to Jamie, "Yes you are... you have to. Don't worry about your job, you're a smart guy, there will always be work for you." Mark commented with a grin. "Well... I...I don't know.." Jamie muttered softly under his breath as he went over to look at the things Mark had gotten for him. Mark laid out a pair of denim short shorts, a deep blue t-shirt with the neckline torn, and a pair of knee high black boots. "Here, put this on... and wear that nice black trench coat of yours." Jamie blushed at what his friend wanted for him to wear, but he didn't put up any kind of fight and simply nodded his head and went into his bedroom, closing the door before he stripped down to get changed into the fresh set of clothing. After getting changed, and putting his jacket on like Mark had wanted him too. He looked himself over in the mirror for a moment before smiling and leaving the room to go show Mark. "You look great." Was the first thing that came out of Mark's lips, smiling softly, causing Jamie to smile and blush. Mark dragged Jamie into the bathroom, along with a small bag filled with make-up. "W...what are you doing?" Jamie asked slightly confused, as Mark looked his face over for a moment before pulling out a few different colors of eye shadows and lipsticks. "I'm going to make you look perfect, now hold still and don't talk." Mark said as he started to generously apply eyeliner. By the time that Mark was done with the blonde, his lips were painted in a dark navy blue color that matched the shirt that he wore, and blue eye shadow that went about a quarter of an inch past his eye. "There...all done, looks great, doesn't it?" Mark said very proud of his own work. After than was done, they both rushed around to get the things that Jamie would need for the remainder of the U.S tour. Once they were done, Mark quickly handed Jamie his bag and started pushing him out the door. "Hurry up! Get going!" Mark rushed him, "Call me if you need someone to come pick up your car later... and you better." Mark said firmly. "Alright... but go home, I don't need you staying here racking up my power bill." Jamie said; resisting being pushed out the door for a moment before he simply left. He left quickly and drove as fast as he could to get to the next town that Manson would be in. It was a miracle that he didn't get pulled over on the way there. He really didn't want to miss the show. He wished that he were going to be able to get there before it started so that he could see Manson, but that wasn't going to be possible. As he got there, the show had already started, so he had a hard time getting in because of crowds. After about an hour, he managed to get backstage, not even bothering to try to get out in the audience tonight. He got as close to the stage as anyone was allowed to, wanting to watch the show at least a little bit. People who worked for Manson seemed a little on edge, some seeming like they were having a really bad day. As Jamie watched Manson perform, it became clear rather quickly to him that Manson was in a bad mood. He cringed slightly when Manson broke a wine bottle and went about cutting himself with it. By the time the show came to an end, there were a lot of things broken, if fact there was probably more broken equipment than there was usable stuff. When Manson came off the stage, Jamie was propping himself up against a wall with his legs crossed at the ankles. Manson walked right by him without even noticing, though that wasn't to surprising since Jamie was wearing make-up, and looked a little different than before, and the fact that he was just a groupie. He wanted to get Manson's attention, and in a moment of completely boldness, or perhaps just stupidity, Jamie did just that. "Holy fuck, you look like shit." Jamie said loud and clear. His heart was pounding a mile a minute, he really didn't know what had gotten into him, but he was sure that he was going to get pounded for it. He had his heels turned slightly, ready to start running if Manson decided to take his anger out on him right then and there. Manson stopped dead in his tracks and turned around to look at Jamie. As soon as the words left the blonde's lips, every set of eyes that had been near enough to hear the bold comment were on Jamie and Manson, watching it like someone might watch a train wreck. Everything seemed to stop in that moment; even time it's self. It was hard to say just how long Jamie and Manson stood there staring at each other. It felt like hours that no one was even breathing, though it was probably just minutes, maybe it was even just merely seconds. Jamie wasn't really quite sure, though he did feel like he was on the verge of having a heart attack. To say that Manson was shocked would be a drastic understatement. He had honestly thought that he was never going to see Jamie again, and for the briefest of a second, a small glimmer of happiness could be seen in his eyes as he stared expressionless for a long time at the boy, who looked really damn hot that night. Jamie wasn't even sure if he was that happiness, maybe it was just his own wishful thinking; it was obvious that he was delusional anyways; so maybe seeing things was his next step towards total insanity. Jamie had almost forgotten that anyone else was even there, all that he could see now was Manson, and really, he was the only one that Jamie wanted to see. Manson didn't say anything at all, and he didn't allow Jamie his chance to run. Not that he actually could, because he felt as though his whole body was numb up until the point that Manson grabbed him by arms and dragged him down the hallway and back to his dressing room. Jamie shrieked in fear, trying at no avail to try to free himself from the dark haired man's grasp, sure that he was going to get pounded for his actions. Manson slammed the door shut behind them and pushed Jamie up against it roughly, though what he did next was completely unexpected by the blonde as Manson pressed his lips to Jamie's and began to pummel his mouth, kissing him roughly. He didn't care in the least that the cut on his chest was still gushing blood and throbbing painfully. Jamie was thrilled, his heart pounding wildly against his rib cage as Manson kissed him the way that he did. It was shocking, so much so that Jamie was too shocked to even respond for a moment. As soon as he regained a bit of himself he started kissing back just a roughly, his arms moving up to wrap around the older man's shoulders and press himself flush against his chest. He didn't care at all that moment that Manson's blood was getting all over his shirt. Manson groaned out hotly as he kissed Jamie as though it were the first and the last time that he would ever get the chance to do so, Jamie doing just the same in return. The kiss between them was bruising, violent, but most of all it was needy, and filled with desire. Manson ran his hands up and down along the boy's sides as he pressed him flat against the closed door behind him, doing all that he could to get as close to Jamie as possible, wanting to merge and melt into him. Though unfortunately, it was short lived as a loud knock came at the door, closely fallowed by Tim's voice. mObscene Ch. 03 "Manson! Open up! You know you can't just drag fans off, even if they are complete dumbasses!" Jamie made a face at being called a dumbass, though he supposed that wasn't far from the truth for what he did. He groaned in frustration and leaned his head back against the door behind him when Manson pulled his lips away to yell back through the door. "Go the fuck away!" Manson said very annoyed without moving from his spot, still pinning Jamie firmly against the door. "God damnit! No! Now open this fucking door!" Tim demanded. Manson felt like he could just scream from the sheer annoyance. He reluctantly backed away and let Jamie move away from the door. Jamie was rather disappointed that Tim hadn't done as Manson wanted and just left them alone. The door opened and in stepped Tim, first giving Manson a stony look before looking over at Jamie how had Manson's blood all over the front of his shirt by now. "What the fuck did you do to him?!" Tim was starting to get really upset, thinking that it was Jamie's own blood that he was covered in. Jamie stood back a little ways from the door and just started at Tim, looking rather annoyed that the bassist was there. Though the dirty look that Jamie was giving went completely unnoticed by Tim. Jamie wanted to yell at Tim for interrupting like he did, but restrained himself from doing so since it was understandable why he would be upset. Tim started to babble on and on about how much trouble Manson was going to get into for doing this, and how stupid he was. Manson just stared at him with a cocked eyebrow for a few moments, letting Tim babble on until half the things that he was going on about were no longer coherent or the least bit understandable. Jamie sighed, he was starting to think that Tim was never going to leave. "TIM!!! Shut the fuck up!! It's not his blood! It's mine!" He yelled and pointed at his chest which was smeared in blood, though luckily had stopped bleeding now, probably because of the pressure put on it by pressing against Jamie. "What...?" Tim blinked, his response being short and stupid. Jamie couldn't help but smirk slightly at the look on Tim's face; it was rather priceless, though he still wished that he would just go away. Manson rolled his eyes and walked over to Jamie, pulling his shirt up and ran his hand over the boy's smooth unharmed chest, causing Jamie to shiver delightfully at the contact. "It's my fucking blood you dumb shit!" Manson pointed out. By the newfound enlightened look on Tim's face, it was obvious that it had dawned on Tim that it wasn't Jamie's blood. His expression soon turned to one of shock as the realization of just how the blood had gotten there. He then remembered Jamie from the other night, which really only shocked him more. Manson hardly ever sought out men, and if he did it was strictly a one-time deal. Manson totally denied any assumptions made by the public that he was gay, or even bisexual. His excuse was that if he didn't have a relationship with a man, then he could fuck one all he wanted, and still be straight. Tim didn't say another word about it, nodding his head before he wanted back out of the room wordlessly and closed the door. Jamie sighed when Tim finally left, "About fucking time..." He muttered softly under his breath, more so to himself than a comment to Manson. Jamie moved back over to the other man and wrapped his arms around his shoulders, pressing himself closer against Manson and returned to the kiss that he was starving to feel again, kissing him needily. Manson was about to respond to Jamie's comment with a derogatory comment of his own about Tim, but soon found his lips to busy kissing Jamie, and the words left him entirely, being replaced by a soft moan of pleasure and passion. He returned the gesture with vigor, his arms encircling the boy's waist underneath his trench coat as he pulled him close again, running his nails down the other's back sharply then letting his fingertips caress over the shallow marks, focusing on nothing else besides the boy in his arms. Jamie trailed one of his hands onto the back of Manson's neck and twisted his fingers tightly in a lock of his hair as his other hand moved up to rest lightly on the other man's cheek, caressing his thumb back and forth there lightly. He let out a small whimper into the lips pressed against own as he felt sharp nails pressing into the wounds that were already on his back from his last encounter with Manson and the new ones. His body felt as though it were flaming with hot passion that ran through him from the mixture of pleasure and pain rushing throughout him. In the heat of the moment Jamie moved his hands onto the other's shoulders and pushed him up against the doorframe before jumping up into his arms and wrapping his legs tightly around the other's waist. Manson gave a startled grunt as he was pushed back against the door, his eyes bolting open widely for less than a second from shock before Jamie jumped on him. He quickly moved his hands onto the boy's ass, supporting his weight as he ravished Jamie's mouth eagerly, diving deeply into him, completely relishing in the moments of intense passion. He thrusted his hips forward against Jamie's groaning out in pleasure at the sparks the wonderful contact caused to run through him. With ever gasp that he took, he felt as though he were exhaling every feeling that was going through him at the time into Jamie's mouth, and Jamie eagerly accepted that feeling and emotion, basking in it as though it were his source of life. "Fuck... I want you..." Was the first thing to leave Manson's lips as he broke the kiss, gasping out hotly for breath before moving his lips onto the boy's neck and digging his teeth into the skin there, making old marks more vibrant. "Then take me..." Jamie responded in a low breathy tone of voice, almost gasping out for air needily. The way Manson expression his want for him, it turned Jamie on greatly, making his whole body shudder slightly as a chain reaction, loving the way that the words sounded coming from the rock star. He moaned softly and tilted his head fully to give the other prime access to the soft pale flesh of his neck for a moment before he moved his head down slightly to kiss over Manson's shoulder and down over his chest, lapping his tongue over the blood on the other's chest from his self inflicted wound and took a nipple between his lips to tug at it slightly. Manson moaned out lowly from the slightly painful yet very pleasurable pain that was caused as Jamie ran his tongue over his chest, the small sound that drifted through the room soon turning into a sharp cry as his nipple was tweaked by the blonde's teeth, his back arching slightly as he reveled in the wonderful feeling. Soon Manson was gripping tightly to Jamie as he took small steps over towards the couch while Jamie ravished him in small adoring kisses all the way up his shoulder and attacking Manson's neck adoringly. Jamie held onto Manson with one arm while the other moved to slip his coat off and let it fall down to the floor. With Manson's help he managed to remove his blood covered shirt as well, eagerly trying to remove his clothing, feeling as though there was far to much space in between them, feeling the need to be as close as possible. Manson sat Jamie down on the couch and started to undo the other's shorts and get them off of the boy while Jamie worked on getting himself out of his boots. Jamie shivered slightly and clutched closely to Manson once all of his clothing was off, and as quickly as he could, he tugged away at what little clothing that Manson still had on. He blonde trailed his hand over the other's body gently caressing his finger over his flesh, his fingertips getting soaked in the blood the other man was covered in. Jamie repositioned himself so that he was resting against the armrest of the couch and pulled Manson over top of him, which the ebony haired man didn't object to, eagerly moving over Jamie and recapturing his lips in a hot and searing kiss. Jamie gasped out in response as he moved one hand down between the other's thighs and grasping his member into his hand, tender fingers working up and down on the hot flesh, causing Manson to gasp out heatedly into Jamie's mouth and thrusted his hips upwards into the attentive hand. This kiss that they shared was so hot that Manson felt as though he really could melt as he pressed the other to the couch, setting in between his legs as he moved one of his own hands down Jamie's stomach then down to his rear, caressing one of the firm globes of flesh before moving a couple fingertips between them before thrusting them deeply into Jamie's body, finding his sweet spot almost immediately as he thrusted and rubbed against the other's length with his body. Jamie tore his lips away with a blissful cry and clinged tightly to Manson, his hips rhythmical thrusting upwards into the attention given to his entrance and the wonderful feeling of hot flesh on flesh contact between their arousals. The blonde quickly moved to wrap his legs tightly around the other man's waist, pulling him as closely as he could as he rolled his hips up, and Manson rolled his hips back down in return, giving back to each needy thrust. Jamie felt as though he were losing everything to passion, his whole body was burning with it as he instinctively moved a hand onto Manson's wounded chest. An almost strangled sounding cry emitted from Manson at the feeling of Jamie's fingers pressing against his chest. Immense pain flooded through his entire body, more than likely from the small shards of glass that were still embedded in the skin since he had used a wine bottle to cut himself. Jamie jerked slightly; he hadn't meant to hurt Manson with his reflexive move as he pressed his hand against Manson's chest. He was just about to jerk it back away, though instead he pressed it hard as Manson pressed into the touch instead of jerking away from it, the room filled with his painful screams that only made his pleasure all that much more. He felt an over whelming need to be inside the boy, like the pain that Jamie was driving him to it. He wasted no time at all in removing his fingers from the other's body, causing Jamie to whimper at first, but that small sound was soon turned into a full out scream of bliss as Manson sheathed his cock into his willing body while Manson's own shriek like cry echoed along with Jamie's through the room. Jamie tightened his hold around the other, trying to pull him as closely as he could, and as deeply as possible. The hand that was on Manson's chest gripped to him even tighter, causing new dropped of blood to form in the wound. If it were even possible, Manson cried out even louder at the feeling of nails causing sharp searing pain to flood through his body, igniting the sparks of pleasure into blazing passionate fires, a few tears reflexively willing in his eyes, which soon squeezed tightly shut and his face contorted into a blissful rage. He slipped a hand down between their bodies, grasping Jamie's length firmly in his warm hand, letting his thumb play over and caress the head as he began to forcefully pound into the other's body. Jamie buried his head into the crook of the dark haired man's neck as he was taken so roughly, his whole frame quivering in delightful passion as he rolled his hips up, trying to pull in the thick shaft as much as he could, basking in the wonderful pleasures that were being given to him. The blonde let his hand move to toy with one of Manson's nipples as he kissed his way down the other's shoulder and downwards until he was upon the other's chest, soon lapping and kissing at the gash there, letting out a small whimper the a shard of glass broke the skin of his tongue, though he didn't stop because of it. Manson arched and pressed his body even more into the wonderful sensations of Jamie's tongue and lips on him, basking in the gentle and soothing feeling of the warm wet mouth as he let it invade his every sense, practically drowning in the things that Jamie did to him. His hand began to stroke the boy's length more rapidly and fluidly in time with his motions. He could feel the pressure building up inside of him, burning at his every cell as his testicles tightened and he gave a low growl. He grasped one of Jamie's legs and lifted it up over one of his shoulders as he began to relentlessly thrust into the boy below him. Jamie was too lost in bliss now. He could no longer concentrate enough to continue pleasuring and soothing his other's chest as he had to throw his head back with a beautiful cry, which didn't really matter anyways because Manson was already beyond the point of no return. The pounding into his sweet spot was almost more than he could even bare. He pressed his head into the arm of the couch, wrapping his arms firmly around his face as he clinched his teeth tightly as every muscle in his body tightened dramatically before breaking down into a spastic orgasm, trembling violently as wave and wave of pleasure washed over him and his thick sticky seed spurred out of him in long ropes. No long after Manson simply couldn't hold back any longer as he thrust into Jamie's body a few last hard times, shuddering all over as his close to violent orgasm over took his whole being. He cried out from the intense pleasure, every inch of him shaking delightfully as he allowed himself to slump against the now breathless boy below him, letting Jamie's leg slide down as he melted into him and held him closely to himself as though trying to steady himself from falling. Warm breath escaped from Jamie's lips and brushed over the hot flesh of Manson's shoulder, turning slightly so that he could rest his head at the nap of the other's neck, not even bothering to try to regain composure, feeling as though that were completely impossible at this point. He wrapped his arms around the taller man's shoulders, holding onto him closely, feeling as though whole world was spinning around him and there was nothing that he could, or even wanted to do to stop it. A soft pleasurable sigh passed over Manson's lips as his orgasm tingled throughout his body. Every single time that he had sex with Jamie it just seemed to get better and better, the intensity and feelings seeming to build higher with every stroke, by every thrust and every touch, even down to the smallest glances and every single second. He breathed deeply, or at least he was trying to anyways as Jamie wrapped his arms around him like he did. He didn't listen to his better judgment and did the same, encircling the other and holding him close. Manson raised his head slightly as he held the boy, looking at him for a moment before placing a tender and soft kiss to his lips. Jamie really hadn't expected for Manson to hold him in return, he had thought that the other would be ready to get up at any moment... and it would be over, and his house of cards would simply come crashing down to the ground. He couldn't of been happier when that wasn't what happened and Manson held onto him in return. Jamie had always been attracted to Manson on some level... though now that feeling was about a million times higher than he ever thought possible. He wanted to kick himself for thinking that way... knowing perfectly well what he was to Manson. He closed his eyes when Manson kissed him, he couldn't help but wonder if there was something to that, or if Manson was just simply teasing him. Either way, Jamie was eager to return the gesture, trying not to think about it too much since it was rather still yo to dwell on it. He could be perfectly content just like this. Manson sighed and rolled over to the side of Jamie, pulling the boy with him and held him to his chest that was throbbing quite painfully. Though he didn't care about that. Right now he wanted to be close to Jamie, and that was just what he was going to do. He was feeling wiped out and completely exhausted, like he might pass out at any second, which was probably because of all the blood that he had close, combined with the amount of activity that he had just done, so all he could really do at the moment was lay there and try to catch his breath. Jamie glanced up at Manson for a moment. He realized that it must be pretty painful for him to be pressed against his chest like that, and wondered if the other would be alright, but it seemed like it was what Manson wanted so he didn't do or say anything to object, only huddling himself closer to the other and nuzzling against him slightly. Jamie smiled softly from his pleasurable buzz that he was now feeling, really glad that he had decided to come here now. Manson was really dazed now from the build up of everything, lust, passion, the performance, blood loss, and numerous other thing as he just laid there, his finger tips lightly tracing over the small of Jamie's back for awhile. Before he even really realized it he started to off slightly, content in that moment of time, completely ignoring and pushing away, or at least not caring about the pulsing pain in his chest. Jamie looked up a moment later, realizing that Manson had fallen asleep. He blinked softly as he simply watched the man happily. Though it wasn't long before a smirk formed over his lips at his ever-growing need. At first he simply brushed his fingertips over the other man's shoulder to see if touching him would wake up. When it didn't, Jamie just couldn't resist himself from moving one of his hands up to Manson's face, and tracing his one of his fingers of the smooth place where an eyebrow was supposed to be. He had to bit down on his bottom lip to keep from giggling and waking the other up. Unfortunately Manson's contented feeling was short lived as he was abruptly awoken from his light sleep by a knock at the door. Jamie's heart almost jumped up into his throat and he quickly moved his hand away and closed his eyes, pretending like he was asleep. "Manson... You still in there?" Pogo, hid keyboardist and long time friend's melancholy voice came from the other side of the door. "No. Go away." Manson responded as he sighed and held Jamie a little bit tighter. "Are you going to the party or not?" Manson thought about it for a few moments before he answered very simply. "No." He was too tired and had lost too much blood. Jamie listened silently.... Jamie thought that getting to go to a Marilyn Manson party would be really awesome, though he supposed that Manson wasn't really in any kind of condition, and if he went on the tour, there would be plenty of other parties, he was kind of tired himself. "Okay, well I'll let them know, and will see you on the bus." Pogo's retreating footsteps could just barely be heard. Manson sighed happily as Pogo left. He was glad that it had been the keyboardist instead of someone else, such as 5, who would have ragged him into going. He was just to tired, and content with lying there. After a few very long moments of just laying there, Manson opened his eyes, a small uncomfortable painful groan leaving him as he nudged Jamie slightly to try to wake him. "Jamie... Jamie, wake up." Of course, it didn't take much to get Jamie to open his eyes since he hadn't really been asleep. He shifted slightly so that Manson would have a little bit more room, and hopefully be more comfortable. It was unfortunate for Jamie that he hadn't had as much room to move as he had thought that he did, and not so gracefully ended up in the floor. "Ow.." He made a slight face as he picked himself up, his dignity hurting more than anything else as Manson snickered at him. Manson shook his head slightly in amusement as he sat up, wincing slightly, "Let's go take a shower." Manson's karma soon came back to kick him in the ass as he started towards the bathroom, only making it about to steps before he stumbled, ending up falling down to the floor himself with a thud and cursing under his breath. He made a pained face as he got back up using the help of his make-up counter and began to stagger off to the bathroom. mObscene Ch. 03 Normally, Jamie might of thought that it would be rather funny if he fell down, had be not already been so badly injured, he might of even thought that he had it coming to him for laughing at him when he had made a klutzy move. Though seeing Manson fall now only made Jamie cringe as though the pain had actually went through him as well. He didn't dare laugh as Manson cursed, figuring that wouldn't be the best of ideas. He was going to help Manson up, but he seemed to have it under control, and Jamie didn't really want to give the impression that he thought the other needed help. Jamie fallowed the other man into the bathroom, watching him closely. "OWW! Fuck!" Manson shouted, causing Jamie to feel like he was just about to jump right out of his skin as he stepped into the bathroom. The steaming hot water that had come out on Manson's open wound when he turned on the shower hadn't exactly been the most soothing feeling in the world by a long shot, though his shout had really been more of an instant, subconscious reaction. He made a slight face as he put his head under the water, letting it stream over his body as he rested his hands on the shower wall in front of him, his head slightly bowed. Jamie stepped up to the shower, quietly watching Manson until he turned around and pulled Jamie closer, no longer caring about the pain because he had the other to distract him as he pressed a kiss to the blonde's lips and switched out their positions so that Jamie would be standing underneath the water. Jamie wrapped his arms around the taller man's shoulders, standing up on his toes slightly to be able to fully kiss Manson, though doing so softly and slowly. He wouldn't help but smile inwardly as he was placed under the warm spray of water... It felt really nice, and only felt even better since it seemed as though Manson were actually being nice to him. He toyed one of his fingertips through the hair on the back of the other's neck, letting himself become absorbed in the wonderful kiss. Manson let a soft sigh float into Jamie's mouth as he kissed him at the same pace that Jamie was going at, basking in the sweet moments as he mimicked Jamie's movements and brought a hand to run through the soft and wet locks on blonde hair as he pulled the boy a little bit closer. He soon moved his hand up to cup the side of Jamie's face. The gesture made Jamie shudder delightfully... it almost felt intimate. Jamie let out a small sigh as Manson finally pulled his lips away and picked up a bar of soap to began to very gently wash his chest, being extra careful not to aggravate his wound. Manson let his gaze rest down on his chest for a moment before returning his gaze up to Jamie. As much as Jamie loved the rough and passionate treatment that was given to him whenever they had sex, he loved it just as much to be kissing the way that they had been... so soft, and if Jamie didn't know better he might of almost thought that it was caring. He was just a little reluctant to stop kissing when Manson pulled away, but he didn't object. His eyes slowly fluttered open, his gaze of soft blues meeting with Manson's, boring into his beautiful eyes, feeling as though he could get lost in Manson's eyes, not that that would be such a bad thing. The first time that Manson had ever seen Jamie he hadn't even really noticed, but now he could practically kick himself for not. Jamie had the most stunning blue eyes that he had ever seen before in his life, or maybe it was just what was behind them or what was in them. He didn't know, nor did he really care, but for some reason he couldn't take his own eyes off of them. Jamie's cheeks heated up slightly from the intense way that Manson was now looking at him. It was almost as though he could read Jamie's thoughts by looking into his eyes, or perhaps it was just his own thoughts. Jamie felt chills through out all of his body, his excited trembling only becoming worse as Manson stepped closer to him and wrapped his arms around his. Jamie soon found his lips being drawn out into a soft kiss, the gesture making his heart feel like it was soaring as Manson's tongue swept out over his lips, caressing them before slipping past them to move his own wet muscle against Jamie's. Jamie felt like his knee caps had simply melted away and he hand to hold onto Manson tight just to keep himself from slipping down to the shower floor. His lips quivered slightly as he returned the gentle kiss, taking the other man's tongue between his lips and sucking on it passionately. He really didn't think that he was ever going to get enough of this wonderful feeling. A very low, almost not even there moan spilled from Manson's lips and into the tender kiss. As much as he lusted after and wanted Jamie, as much as the boy's mere touch made his blood boil with need, he didn't even try to deepen it, and neither did Jamie. The both of the simply basking in how good it felt. Manson felt like he was actually kissing Jamie for the first time, and doing it like he meant it, like he was doing it for some reason other than just wanting to fuck him. He wouldn't allow himself to think about that though, for the moment that he did would be the moment that he realized how completely insane this was and pushed the other away. Jamie didn't want to think about it, not even a little bit. It was confusing, and he might of been at least a little bit unsettled about kissing Manson like this if he were thinking about it and not actually doing it. It was sending him mixed signals about what Manson wanted. He let himself become engrossed in the kiss and the sensations and feelings, as did Manson, they both needed to so that they could go on with it. Manson's tongue moved perfectly with Jamie's, he wasn't even being the least bit forceful or dominating, but simply caressing as he let his fingertips move up the soft wet skin of the other's back. He pressed himself more firmly against Jamie, not pressing him against the wall, or just pulling him against himself, but he instead pulled him in and pressed against him at the same time, which Jamie was eager to comply with and lean into the taller man as they kissed. A long soft sigh escaped from Manson's lips. He couldn't remember sharing anything so blissful with anyone before as he reached one hand up to caress his finger tips over Jamie's cheek, which Jamie adoringly leaned into, before threading them through his hair, his other hand holding firmly to the boy's waist. It seemed as though time its self was standing still just for them in this amazing moment that they were sharing. Jamie was so caught up in the kiss that he had almost forgot that he needed to breath. He inhaled deeply through his nose, doing everything that he could to not have to break the kiss with Manson, ever wanting it to end. Jamie let out a small gaspy moan, feeling like he was drowning in the other man's lips as he clutched to him lightly. Manson could have gone on just kissing Jamie like this forever, and in fact he wanted to do just that, but he knew that it had to stop at some point. He sighed into the kiss again as he slowly began to lessen it little by little as his hands caressed every part that he could reach, his tongue very lightly feathering and touching around the other's until he was doing nothing more than simply pressing lips against Jamie's. Jamie followed Manson's lead, letting up on the kill very slowly until they were just giving small pecks on the lips over and over again. The blonde sucked slightly on Manson's lower lip for a short moment before withdrawing completely and letting his eyes slide open to gaze over softly at the other as he tried to catch his breath. Manson slowly let his own eyes slide open and leaned in to rest his forehead against Jamie's. He had absolutely no idea what in the hell he was doing. In fact, he was quite sure that he had totally lost his mind, and was doing everything that he could not to think about it, as it was no use anyways. He gazed into Jamie's soft eyes, staring into their depths as he was pressed against the other in a way that wasn't sexual, but instead it was affectionate and adoring even. All he knew was that Jamie sparked something in him and had some kind of power over him that he couldn't control, and he wasn't even sure if he wanted to. He sighed in contentment, still just holding the boy's gaze, not wanting to break it, only wanting to lose himself in it, which he felt like he rapidly was doing just that. This was not what Jamie had expected at all, not in the least bit. It scared him, the thought that Manson was going to somehow snap out of it and push him away. He didn't want that though, he was liking this very much, it made every nerve in his body feel like it was on fire. It was even more odd that Manson was looking at him the way that he was, staring into his eyes, the look wasn't even hungry and wanting like it had been before. Jamie gazed back just as deeply, not even daring to let his gaze waver even for a moment as warm water continued to trickle down his back. Manson held onto Jamie's gaze with little intention of letting go of it as he brought a hand up to caress Jamie's cheek lightly, causing the boy to tremble and lean into that touch, loving anything that Manson was willing to offer him, no matter how much or how little it may be. To Manson's dismay there was a loud knock on his dressing room door, followed by a slightly annoyed voice that probably belonged to Pogo, however Manson was too enthralled to really pay attention, and Jamie barely even noticed it at all, and even if he had he wasn't about to say anything about it. He would much rather Manson just ignored it, if only for a little while longer. "What the hell are you doing in there?! Come on Manson! I want to go!" Manson didn't move his gaze or his hands away from Jamie for a second when he heard the knock and the voice, nor did he budge as he replied. "Go away! I'll be out soon!" He felt as though he had been saying that all day long. He leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to the other's lips before he finally broke away to finish the shower and stepping out slowly, though with much more ease than he had had before. Jamie returned the kiss and tried to hold onto it, though he knew that they couldn't just stay in the running shower forever. He sighed gently and rinsed himself off before stepping out of the shower and grabbed a towel to dry himself off and going into the dressing room to find his clothes. He slipped into his shorts and was just about to put on his shirt when he realized that it was covered in Manson's blood. He made a slight face, a new fashion statement perhaps? He shook his head slightly at the thought. Manson snickered in amusement at the face Jamie made when he looked at his soiled shirt. Jamie looked up and gave him a playfully mean look and threw the shirt at him with a scoff. Manson moved out of the way, grinning slightly as he went into his duffle bag and pulled out a black sleeveless silk shirt and tossed it over to Jamie, causing the boy's look to quickly turn to one much more grateful, smiling gently as he slipped into the soft silky fabric the plopped down onto the couch, idly watching Manson as he sat down in front of the lighted mirror and got out a pair of tweezers and peroxide in hand as he started to clean his gash before pulling small shards of glass out. He tensed and winced in pain, as some of them were embedded rather deeply into his skin and was having a hard time with them. Jamie kept on watching Manson, and it wasn't long before he started to space out and think about the kiss that they had shared in the shower. For Jamie it had been the most amazing kiss that he had ever had. He thought about telling Manson that, but he was sure that the raven haired man wouldn't actually care, and he knew that it would make thing s awkward. It was a little while before Manson finally got all of the remaining glass out from his wound and finally he had himself cleaned and bandaged up. It throbbed lightly, nut didn't really hurt all that much. He slipped back into his black button down shirt before he turned towards Jamie, who looked up when he realized Manson's eyes were on him. Manson was wondering now what was going through the boy's hand, and not only that but also on what he planned on doing now. He knew that they were still pretty close to the boy's home town, but wasn't sure if he was going to go on the tour or not. "So... Are you coming along for the tour then or what?" Jamie rested his gaze over at Manson for a few short moments as he thought about the question. He knew that he was going to lose his job over this, but then again he didn't really give a fuck. This wasn't something that was ever going to come along again, and he knew that very well. He couldn't just let the moment pass right through his fingers. "Yes, I'm going." Was Jamie's simple yet clear reply to the question. This wasn't like him at all, to agree to just pick up and go off with a band, though he wouldn't deny that it was extremely exciting. Manson was relieved when Jamie said that he was going to go, perhaps more so than he was willing to let himself admit to, and for a brief moment it did seem that he looked genuinely happy before he let his usual mask slide back into place, though Jamie couldn't be completely sure about that. Manson gave a small slightly unconcerned nod of his head. "Are you going to go back home tonight, or are you going to the hotel with me?" Manson asked as he started to gather his things together and slipped on a pair of sunglasses. Jamie couldn't really help it that he was smiling rather happily, though he was doing all that he could to try and keep it under control as to not annoy the rock star. "I just need to go out to my car for a few things...if you want you can just give me the address to the hotel and I'll meet you there." Jamie said, thinking that Manson wouldn't like waiting on him at all as he picked himself up off of the couch. Manson nodded his head and took out a pen and piece of paper to scribble down the hotel name and the address before handing it to Jamie then fishing around in his bag for his keys, taking off two and handing them to Jamie one at a time, figuring that he could just get a new set for himself at the front desk when he got there. "This one is for the elevator. Just put it in the key slot and turn before pressing the button for the penthouse." He handed Jamie the next key. "And this one is for the room." He thought for a moment before taking out his wallet and handing Jamie a hundred dollar bill. "Take a cab or something back to the hotel, unless you plan on driving around the country for the tour." Jamie took each key as they were handed to him, looking at them and memorizing what each of them was for as Manson gave him the instructions. He nodded his head slightly when Manson was done and took the money, slipping it into his pocket with a grateful smile. Once everything that he needed to know had been told to him Jamie started towards the door in rather happy fashion, which made Manson smirk slightly as he watched him. "I'll see you back at the hotel..." Jamie said as he walked out and quickly made his way out to the parking lot to his car. As soon as he plopped down into the front seat he took out his cell phone to call Mark and ask him to come pick up his car as soon as he could, after that he called for a taxi. As he waited he got out his journal, figuring that now was just as good of a time as any to write a little bit. He sat and scribbled quietly, and about 20 minutes later a cab drove up and blew it's horn at him. Jamie quickly gathered all of his clothes and things together before hopping out of his car, locking the doors. He wasn't worried about Mark not being able to get into his car, since he had a copy of every key that he had. Jamie went over to the cab and hopped inside, telling the driver where to take him. ~*~ Shortly there after Jamie's leaving, Manson loaded up on the bus, spying on Tim and Pogo and the rest, who were looking at him curiously. He didn't say anything as he went over to the couch like bench and plopped down. He pushed the sunglasses up onto the top of his head, meeting the rest of their gazes. "What? Coke on my nose or something?" Tim smirked slightly and Pogo just shook his head slightly before returning his attention to whatever insane thing he was writing, though Manson was positive that he was going to listen intently to whatever was said. "So, who's the kid?" Tim asked curiously as he lit a cigarette, still looking at Manson. Manson cocked a would-be eyebrow. "He's just what you said, just some kid." Tim laughed. "Really? Since when do you fuck guys more than once?" At this point Pogo's attention peeked and he looked up. "You fucked him more than once?" "And since when do you let people talk to you the way he did?" Tim added. Manson was quickly growing tired of their questions and narrowed his eyes, "He's just some fucking kid. Mind your own god damned business." He said annoyed and lowered his sunglasses back down over his eyes. Both of the band members dropped it. It was obvious that they weren't going to get an answer. It wasn't very long before they arrived at the hotel. Manson of course had no problems getting an extra sat of keys from the front desk just as he had figured before. He also informed them that he was having a guest join him before he went up to his room and sat down at the desk with his laptop, going to work on a journal entry for his website as he waited for Jamie to get there. mObscene Manson stalked over to the blonde, putting a hand on his chest and pushing him up against the door once more though it was much different then when he had done so out of anger. Manson was much closer than before, his body now pressing flush against Jamie's as he held him against the door. Jamie gasped out as he found himself trapped against the door frame, causing every muscle in his body to go completely rigid. He could feel the stirring in his pants, which made his cheeks flush brightly, trying to will the feeling away, completely embarrassed at how easily he was turned on, though it was of little use to try to stop the reaction, the harder he tried, the worse it seemed to become. "Actually.. I was thinking about taking you back to my hotel room to fuck you senseless, would you like that?" Manson whispered into the other's ear rather forwardly with little trouble expressing exactly what he wanted from him. His voice was dark and sexy, the sound completely alluring to Jamie, only serving to turn him on all that much more. Jamie's eyes went wide at the vulgar words spoken to him. So completely forward, no one had ever spoken that way to him before. Jamie wasn't exactly a virgin, but he'd never experienced anything beyond vanilla sex or love making, and he certainly had never had anyone say that they wanted to fuck him before. Jamie was stunned, far to stunned to actually respond to the question with anything more than a few incoherent stutters, "Mmm...I..I.." He tried to speak, but it was of little use. Manson's lips turned up into a grin, he could practically feel the boy's heart beating more rapidly, the deep sucking of air as he inhaled sharply. He was well aware of how he was causing the other's body to response with the simply words that he'd spoke, and the sheer closeness of their bodies. The fact that he was making Jamie hot wasn't anywhere near as surprising to him as it was that he felt his own length stirring to life inside of his own pants from the simple act. He chuckled very softly at Jamie, who was obviously nervous. He placed his hands on the other's hips and pressed his groin very lightly against his, causing Jamie to gasp out again, his own hips eagerly pressing back of their own accord to try to gain more friction, "Mmm..you..what?" Manson said in a slightly mocking way before licking his tongue seductively up the ridge of the other's ear. "You want to wrap your luscious lips around my hard cock, and feel it sliding down your throat? ... You want me to fuck you so hard that you can't be sure where you start and I end? I want to here what you want." He asked in a low sexy voice as he ground his hips more firmly again the others. The last part was clearly a demand, and he was more than prepared to simply leave the other high and dry if he didn't answer him. Jamie let his head tilt back against the door behind him, a small needy whimper leaving his lips as the other rotated his groin against his own even harder than before. His mind was racing with millions of thoughts, going by so quickly that he couldn't even really focus on just one at a time. He almost couldn't believe it, here he was...standing with Marilyn Manson is a very sexual situation, having him whisper dirty words into his words like he'd never heard before, and hadn't known could be so wonderfully arousing. It was almost more than his poor brain was able to process. Jamie was very excited, more so than he had ever been before, he didn't even quite know what to do with himself, "Yes! I want it.. please..! Use me, fuck me hard.. fuck me until I can't see straight." Jamie panted out needily as he basically begged for it, his voice small and very desperate.He was completely shocked by his own words, he didn't know that he had it in him to express such lustful feelings, it was almost as though Manson controlled his very will, and it was completely because of him that he was able to say such things out loud. He couldn't help but feel as though it had been a completely different person who had said those words. A wide triumphant smile crossed over Manson's features at the other's hot and wanting words. He really did love this. He had a good idea that the boy was atleast partially innocent, perhaps even virginal. He wanted to corrupt the blonde, take one who seemed completely shy and innocent and ravish them, make them beg and plead. He found great pleasure in being able to make them into the whore they had always wanted to be, that they had always been deep down, unzipping the sheep to find the wolf hidden inside, to free them from the confines of their innocent nature. It turned him on to no end, making his blood boil hotly in his veins and his member throbbing eagerly into full erection. "Mmm, very good, I didn't think you had it in you.." He said in a low lust filled voice, not even giving him time to respond before moving his face over to capture the boy's lips in a hot and searing kiss, attacking his mouth with brutal force. Jamie was taken completely off guard by the hot demanding kiss that was pressed to his lips, making it so that he was completely unable to deny the other or pull away, not that he wanted to, the way that Manson took total control over him made the blonde burn with intense needy passion. He was slow to actually respond, needing a moment to adjust to this new way of kissing before he could start to allow his own mouth to move again the shock rocker's, his tongue dancing eagerly with his. He moved both of his hands onto the other man's sides, pulling him closer, not that there was a lot of room to actually get any closer, but he still tried, and Manson didn't object at all, pressing himself roughly against the other. It all felt like a dream to Jamie, a really amazing dream that he would eventually wake up from, even though if it was.. he never wanted to have to wake up. This boy made Manson so damn hot, and he knew that he wasn't going to be able to wait until they got to the hotel to have him. He couldn't retain the pleasure filled moans from rising up in his throat, and being released into the bruising kiss, Jamie's blissful moans and whimpers echoing the sounds that Manson made. He trailed one hand down the back of the other's neck, causing a delightful shudder to trail down his spine as they went on kissing roughly. He tangled his fingers up in the soft, dirty blonde locks of hair, twisting them there for a moment before he abruptly yanked Jamie's head back, making the blonde cry out painfully, his lips still trying to kiss the other for a split second. Though Jamie's protests quickly died off before they even started as wonderful lips and teeth found there way onto his delightfully exposed neck and teeth sinking down into his flesh, biting him rather harshly then moving his lips to a new spot, practically devouring his neck. Jamie cried out not so quietly as he was bitten, part of him wanting to try to escape the painful sensations, yet part of him wanted more, wanting to experience all that the other was willing to give him. "Fuck, you taste good.." Manson muttered out the rare compliment in the heated moment against Jamie's neck, his breath coming out in heavily pants against the other's skin, almost unawaredly as his free hand caressed it's way up the other's shirt to capture one nipple and roll his thumb around it for a bit before pinching it between thumb and index finger, tugging at it roughly, making Jamie cry out even more and lean into the attention, his body practically begging to feel even more. Jamie ran both of his hands around to Manson's back, trailing his hands up the soft silky shirt and racking his nails harshly over his skin. Manson growled darkly as Jamie as he felt his nails scraping over his skin and shivered pleasurable. Jamie was a bit fearful of the sound, going a bit rigid in the fear that he might of done something wrong, or Manson was unhappy with what he did. Though he relaxed again when Manson didn't seem anger. Though that relaxed state didn't last very long as Manson's teeth sank down harshly into the skin of Jamie's neck, gritting his teeth back and forth until the deep red fluid was flowing freely into his mouth, which he sucked at greedily, sucking the wound into his mouth, making Jamie practically scream out in pain, the sharp sensations sparking quickly threw out every inch of his body, making him quake violently. His cries of pain were soon muffled though as Manson moved back in to once again kiss him eagerly, the taste of his own blood filling Jamie's mouth, which he eagerly excepted. Manson felt as though he were being driven crazy by this one seemingly innocent boy as he released his hair and his nipple and moved his hands to roughly grab him by the shirt and practically dragged him over to the couch and push him down onto it, and pinned him down with his hips as he quickly removed his shirt before resuming his attack on the much smaller man's mouth. Jamie gasped out as his mouth was so suddenly released and then dragged over towards the couch, almost tripping and falling on the way over there. He moaned out needily, eager to lift his arms up to allow the other to quickly remove his shirt. Scenes much like this one had played threw Jamie's mind before, but never had he ever thought anything like this would actually be happening to him. Jamie moved his hands down the other man's chest and down to the edge of his pants, eagerly undoing them and trying his best to work them down his hips, wanting and needing the dark haired man completely. It wasn't very much longer before Manson was ripping off his his silk shirt, sending the buttons flying off of his shirt and scattering all over the floor, far more willing to ruin a shirt than to actually have to wasting time having to undo every button and have his mouth away from the boy's for any amount of time.He raked his nails down the other's smooth, now completely exposed chest, the soft skin just barely being teased by his warm fingertips as the sharp nails scratched down his skin now so softly, hard enough to leave white trail marks in their wake. He then moved one of his down to between Jamie's legs, caressing his groin threw the fabric of his pants teasefully for a moment before undoing them and slipping his hand inside, letting his hand slide up and down from base to tip firmly. Jamie groaned out needily, loving the way that Manson had simply ripped his shirt off in the heat of passion, the gesture making him tremble delightfully. He whimpered and arched his hips upwards as he was so cruelly teased by the hand that caressed him, though that sound soon turned into a pleasure filled cry as his bare member was firmly stroked, his hips thrusting upwards to try and gain more friction. The blonde moved one of his hands inside of Manson's pants to mimic his movements.. returning the gesture by caressing his soft hand up and down along the aroused flesh, his thumb sweeping out over the head to spread the warm prefluids that formed there, his other hand moving up to capture one of Manson's nipples between his fingers and tug at it roughly, coaxing a deep pleasure filled groan out of the raven haired man, the need to be closer rapidly intensifying more and more by the moment. Manson felt as though he could go on for hours simply kissing this man, as though he could somehow substitute breathing for kissing Jamie, like it was the only thing keeping him alive at that point, it could have been mere minutes, or actual hours that he'd been kissing the other, he didn't know and he really couldn't care less, it was as though all of his troubles simply melted away as his lips were firmly pressed against the blonde's. He couldn't remember ever being so hot or turned on by someone in all his life, especially sense that person happened to be male. Manson could hardly stand it anymore, feeling as though there was simply far to much clothing between them and quickly started to rip away the other's pants and whatever else he was wearing, his needy movements made Jamie completely hot, and he couldn't help himself but fallow the other's lead and as quickly as possible help him to get the rest of his clothing off, growling in slight frustration as he fought to get Manson's boots off before removing his pants and the tight thong beneath. Manson pulled the other man closer to himself, grinding their now exposed members together eagerly, the flesh on flesh contact causing Jamie to tilt his head back blissfully as both of their wonderful moans echoed threw out the room. Manson leaned his head down slightly to flick his tongue over one of the other's nipples, caressing and and sucking on the tender flesh for a moment before he bit down on it not to roughly.. not not exactly being gentle about it either. It was a rather good thing that Jamie was now completely ignoring anything that came from his brain, and completely giving into his body's needs, letting his muscles control every action completely, which in turn made him most responsive, his body moving with Manson's like beautiful poetry, doing what he had a feeling would feel good for him, and also subconsciously reading Manson's movements and reading what he wanted for him to do. The blonde wrapped his legs securely around the other man's waist, as though he were completely unwilling to release him, which really couldn't be more true. He clung to Manson's back tightly, his fingernails digging down into the soft flesh there needily, he also had notion that was something that the dark haired man liked, which he took note of, though he was fairly sure that was information that he would never get the chance to use again.. so he had to make the best of the here and now. A deep, throaty groan left the shock rocker's lips at the way Jamie's body molded so perfectly to his own, and so eager as well. loving every single gesture that the boy made. He could feel his own desire throbbing almost painfully against the other's, and Jamie's was started to feel that same needy pain. His mouth left Jamie's nipple briefly as he brought his fingers up to his lips, pushing two of the agile digits past his lips and sucking on them firmly, completely coating them with saliva. This caught Jamie's attention and he watched the other closely threw lust filled eyes, the anticipation for what he knew was to come was slowly driving him mad. As soon as Manson removed the now wet fingers from his mouth he moved his lips back onto the other's nipple to suck on it firmly while his fingers trailed down the other's stomach, purposely bypassing the young man's member and moving his finger down the other's clef, leaving a wet trail of his saliva in their wake, which made Jamie shudder delightfully. He searched out Jamie's enterance, massaging around the muscle and touching it tenderly before pushing past the tight ring and penetrating him deeply, not wasting a moment before he began to make long even strokes in and out of the heated body. Jamie writhed and cried out blissfully, his hips rolling up into the attention eagerly, trying to draw the other's fingers in as deeply as possible, letting out small pleasurable whimpers as Manson's digits made wonderful contact with his prostate gland, making him all that much more needy. Almost without even realizing it Jamie whimpered out small begs and pleads for more, the teasing was almost more than his body could even bare to take. Manson couldn't help but let out a half grin at the way Jamie reacted, though it would of easily been a full out amused one had he not been in such a state of passionate lust and desire, it was hard to make any kind of face that denoted any other feeling besides that one. He may have been bent on his own needs, he didn't want to hurt the boy... to badly that is, and he did want him to feel pleasure as well. Jamie panted and groaned in bliss, every muscle in his body felt tense with desire. He wrapped his legs more firmly around the other man, his toes caressing up and down along the other's skin adoringly. His mind was completely swimming in the passion that was running threw him as he trailed one of his hands down the hot pale skin of his idol until his fingers were wrapped firmly around the other firm cock, stroking him eagerly, a blissful shudder running threw him as the thought of how it would feel it inside of him. He wanted badly to be filled, so much so that he may of even when muttering out for the other to do it already, though he was feeling rather incoherent and couldn't be sure of what some coming out of his mouth. "Oh fuck.." Manson breathed out hotly in a loud muffled groan against the boy's nipple, and he bit down a bit harder on the flesh as waves of pleasure coursed threw his body at the feeling of having the other's hand wrapped around his length and stroking it so, the bit making Jamie cry out painfully, though he enjoyed it far more than he would of ever thought that he could. He bucked his hips eagerly into the hand that was rapidly driving him insane with lust, to the point where he could no longer stand it. His body was pulsing with need as desire as he extracted his fingers from the other's body, causing him to whimper softly in protest, though that small whimper quickly died out in lieu of a deep and loud scream as the other man positioned his member at his enterance and thrusted into him with little to no warning. The invasion was fairly painful, even though he had been properly prepared before hand, the roughness that Manson showed towards him still caused his ring to rip the smallest bit, though it could of been much worse, it was nothing that Jamie couldn't handle, and any pain that he felt was far outweighed by the intense pleasure sparking threw his form. He wrapped his legs as firmly around the other man as he could, clinging to him as though his very life depended on it. Manson didn't waste a moment in starting to pump his shaft in and out of the tight heat at a hard and rapid pace, his own body starting to glisten slightly with a layer of sweat. "Ahh! Fuck! Yesss! harder!" Jamie screamed and begged, this was all completely thrilling to Jamie, he hadn't known that such pain from being fucked like this could feel so amazing. He didn't even feel like the same shy and quiet boy that he was not all that long ago, but he was loving it. It was completely wonderful to be able to escape the way that he felt he was supposed to act, and give himself up to simply be Manson's fuck toy for the evening. Manon moved a hand down to grasp the boy's shaft, stroking up and down the weeping flesh quickly, making the boy scream out in pleasure all that much more. Manson's own screams and groans of bliss echoed the boy's, rising roughly from his throat as his eyes fell shut and his lips parted in passion, his entry face completely racked over with the pleasure that was coursing threw out his body. He's movements became more needy, eagerly giving Jamie just what he was begging for and thrusted in and out of him at a relentless pace, slamming in and out of the tight body, sure that he had never felt anything quite so tight as he young man below him now. He knew that he wasn't going to be able to last much longer, This boy was just to damned good. It had been such a long time sense Jamie had even had sex at all that he was starting to draw closer and closer to release very quickly as well. He started to move his hand along Jamie's shaft at an even quicker pace, stroking him rhythmically in time with his violent thrusting, his thumb caress the head on every up stroke, spreading around the moisture that gathered their for lubricant. "Oh shit! You're fucking tight!" Manson cried out, feeling the pressure building. He moved his lips up onto the other's shoulder, biting down roughly on the flesh there. Jamie screamed out, the sound surely not being held in by the confines of the dressing room, but it all felt to good that he simply didn't care who heard him. Jamie panted out hotly as his already tight enterance flexed and spasmed around the impaling length, almost as though his body were trying to milk him for every ounce of fluid that he was worth. His mind was filled with ecstasy as he could no longer hold out, despite how he wished that he could make the moment last forever. He clinched his teeth tightly together for a moment before he let out one last bliss filled scream , his member twitching before his seed spurted out of his body in thick jets, splattering against Manson's stomach and dripping down his hand. mObscene Jamie's how body was completely rigid, unable to move or do anything as Manson soon fallowed him into blissful release, his entire body was racked as wave after wave of intense pleasure surged threw him, and when Jamie came, the tightening of his enterance immensely around his shaft, Manson simply couldn't hold back. He lost all control of himself, loud deep groans filling the room as he came in long hard streams inside of the willing body below him, his face contorted in pure bliss as his orgasm crashed into him, coursing threw his body. Had he not been wearing the expensive make-up, it surely would have been running as several beads of sweat rolled down his face. Jamie basked in his post-orgasmic bliss, simply laying there and shivering delightfully in pleasure that made him feel as though he were floating, he was quite sure that was the most amazing experience of his whole life, and he was feeling great about it, though the thought that it was never going to happen again was a rather saddening though, but he tired his best not to think about that to much. He trembled at the feeling of having his idols seed filling his warm body, and the quickly softening length still buried inside of him. He couldn't help but gaze up at the other man with half-lidded pleasure filled eyes, admiring the look of ecstasy that was clearly written all over Manson's face. Jamie's chest rose and fell gently with each heavy breath that left him, unable to gain any kind of composure after that. He leaned his head back gently against the couch and let his eyes fall blissfully shut, his seed and sweat covered body withering limply beneath Manson, feeling as though his mind might forever be lost in pleasure. A few last soft moans passed over Manson's lips, his eyes still shut as residual sparks of pleasure ran threw his veins. He sagged slightly against the warm body below him, though not really enough to crush him with his weight. His body quivered gently as the last of his orgasm washed threw him as he basked in the wonderful feelings, though it didn't last anywhere near as long as Jamie might of hoped before Manson's eyes eventually fluttered open, looking down at the other expressionlessly. The boy whose name he didn't know had surprisingly turned out to be a really good fuck, tight and very responsive, though that didn't mean that he have a damn about him. Breathing deeply Manson removed himself from the other's body and went to get himself a towel and cleaning himself off before throwing a towel to Jamie, landing it right over the still rather blissful looking blonde. Jamie whimpered softly as the other's member was removed from his body, leaving him there to quiver in his bliss, taking a few more moments longer than Manson did to actually regain enough composure to actually be able to move at all. He blinked softly as everything quickly went dark as the towel fell onto his face, leaving it there for a moment before he sat up and took it off, beginning to wipe as much of the spilled seed and sweat from his body as he could. Once he had gotten as much of the waste off of him he slowly leaned over to retrieve his clothing from the floor from where ever it may have fallen to in the heat of passion. Jamie barely even noticed it, but he was grinning rather broadly now, he was completely aware at how slim the chances of this being more than a one time thing and meaningless to the rock god, but damn did it feel good. It was actually kind of relieving to know that nothing was expected of him, and getting the chance to be so intimate with the man that he had looked up for so long, even though it was fleeting, Jamie would treasure the memory of this evening forever. He let out a small blissful sigh, feeling as though he might simply fall over. Manson glanced over at Jamie as he put on a fresh set of clothing. He smirked slightly, rolling his eyes at the expression of happiness and bliss on the boy's face, Had he not been such a good fuck he'd probably be screaming at him to leave, and telling him how awful he had been, though as it were, that would of been a flat out lie on his part, so he spared the boy and didn't say anything at all. As he was finishing up gathering his things together and was just about to step out the door, a thought crossed his mind. He was going to be doing a few more shows in the state, and one more at the arena he was in at that moment, and two more in one a few towns away. He figured that he'd want to get laid, and didn't want to go threw the trouble e of finding someone else, he went into his duffle bag and pulled out a real back stage pass, tossing it to Jamie before he simply walked out of the dressing room wordlessly. Jamie was slightly shocked when he realized that Manson hadn't been screaming at him to leave after getting what he wanted, though that was something Manson had quite a skill for, shocking people, though not usually in that way. Jamie blinked softly as he watched the other. He wasn't quite sure what to make of the other's quietness, and thought about saying something to him, but he didn't want to push his luck on not getting screamed at so he remained silent as well. The blonde boy blinked and cocked his head slightly to one side as Manson dug threw his bag, idly wondering what he was doing. When the real back stage pass was tossed to him, Jamie almost didn't catch it because of his surprise, he gazed at it for a moment, his mouth slightly agape at the gesture that Manson had just made by giving this to him. Jamie wondered to himself about what this meant, did Marilyn Manson actually want to see him again? Maybe he was just messing with him.. or being overly cruel for some unknown reason. Jamie didn't really know. It took him a few moments to comprehend it ll before he giggled gleefully as he childishly skipped out of the dressing room, a few of the left over stage hands giving him odd looks as though he had completely lost his mind.