Under the Stars and Stripes (Under Him)

I knew I wasn’t gay, but considered that I might be asexual. But all such thoughts were immediately and permanently put to rest by the carnival in my pants, which I got off as soon as I could, not even thinking to take off my shoes first. Jumping onto the bed with previously unknown vigor, I hauled off my panties, my legs dropping open allowing to cool air to ease my aching pussy.

Focused on my breathing, I got a hold of myself, in both senses of the word, my hand going down between my legs as my breath and heartbeat returned to a more regular rate.

Approaching slowly so as not to spook the poor thing, I got the first caress in on my tender lips.

I hadn’t thought I could feel this amazing when I was with someone.

But all my doubts were blown away the moment I met Theo.

Chapter Six - Theo

It was a big transformation, going from the notion of a party and confirmed financial backing, to planning the whole thing out and starting to set it up. Stephanie helped a lot, her management skills proving themselves once again to be in the top tier.

She likely could have done it herself, but Varg and I still needed to know what was going on, to plan accordingly.

The real lynchpin was Becca. Working on a level the three of us could only imagine, she conceptualized the entire event, going so far as to draw us a schematic as well as a schedule. All we really had to do was follow her lead. No wonder she was in school for conducting.

I wasn’t sure what to make of that at first. It seemed a bit posh really. But the more I got to know Becca, the cooler both it and she seemed.

There was definitely something going on there. Though I tried my best not to get my hopes up. I had to get home soon, and I didn’t want to get too attached. If only my heart and mind could come to a consensus.

It was usually a challenge to find just the right thing to wear to a gig. Not that challenges couldn’t be fun but it did get to be a bit of a grind after a while.

With the help of several people, including Varg and Petra, I put together a set of stage clothes that would work in almost any weather, that were strange enough to evoke mystery, without actually scaring anyone.

The multiple chrome zips on my cargo pants jangled as I crossed the room, destined to get my heavy goggles on the opposite wall. The lenses shaded to make them into sunglasses. The polyester of my dyed-black lab coat, affixed with a name tag reading Doktor E. Genius, scratched a bit, but it was all for the art. I was wearing a tank top under it to keep from getting too warm.

“Enter,” I said to the familiar knock, already getting into character.

“Ready, Doktor?”

“Indeed!” I proclaimed, striking a dramatic pose.

There were a few double takes as I strode through the lobby, a couple paces behind Stephanie and not just on account of the equipment we were lugging.

Even with the seven of us, plus gear, the bus was roomy and comfortable, the AC working overtime. Either by accident or design, it just so happened I was sitting with the beautiful Becca. The sparks between us were flying like fireworks. Which was really only fitting, considering the occasion.

I tried to ignore it, but to no avail. I was still finding myself scanning her gorgeous body, Becca not seeming to mind the attention at all. Never had I wished I could read minds more than in that moment.

I even would have settled for being an empath. At least then I would have known if she felt the same way I did. It occurred me to try and touch her. Nothing too serious, just a touch on the knee, see how she reacted. In the end I couldn’t even do that. She seemed so perfect, so innocent, I didn’t want to ruin things or risk shocking or soiling her with unwanted attention.

It just wasn’t the kind of guy I was. I liked to go after what I want but I also had patience and wanted to make sure that Becca wanted it, too.

The grounds looked wonderful. The crews Stephanie hired had done a great job, and in a relatively short time. For a while there, it looked unlikely the event would be happening, but Stephanie had said to leave it to her and, as usual, she came through with flying colors.

“The stage is this way,” Stephanie declared, when the gear was organized and claimed.

Hauling the necessities to the main stage, we got some help from the crew setting up. My rig in the front, Loki’s Laugh’s behind me. I was the opening act after all. A position I’d gotten well used to after the last European tour. The only difference was that there, no one knew who I was.