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he’s not here for them.
yes, he bought a front row ticket for the whole line-up, but jisung doesn’t care about all the shitty, half-assed bands, the stage fright ridden teens just starting out their careers underground, the bad in between stand-up acts- none of it.
he’s here for yang jeongin.
and he knows- god, does he know- jeongin more often caters to his femme-presenting audience. they’re always the ones front and center, begging for his attention. jisung just- wants a chance. he’s seen the way jeongin interacts with his band through concert videos, seen the way he does the same with the audience. he radiates the kind of energy that gets jisung hard and in need of a jack off session in seconds.
he’s never seen jeongin interact with a male fan but he’s at least seen the way he interacts with his band mates and that tells jisung enough information to buy the most expensive, front and center, full night line-up ticket he can get his grubby little hands on.
the venue is about as crowded as it would be usually- enough wiggle room for each person in the audience and enough room for the bar in the back to function. just as jisung suspects, the pit is full of girls and maybe a boyfriend or two hidden behind their girlfriends. but jisung? he makes sure he’s mid-pit, right at the edge of the stage. he’s never been more thankful for the lack of security in these places.
as said, he’s not here for all the other performers, but the second jeongin and his band mates hit the stage, jisung’s attention is enraptured.
jeongin twirls the mic in his hand somewhere at the back of the stage, guiding each band member in. his back is to jisung but that’s fine- more time to admire his shoulders in that stupid sleeveless tee that shows the array of tattoos he has spreading across his shoulders, arms, and back. he’s recently redone his hair for a tour- black and long, at least to his jawline, with an undercut that’s unnecessarily attractive on him. he fiddles with his snake bites usually but, over the years, jisung’s noticed all his piercings in their own way. the way he toys with the industrial at the top of his ear, his tongue sticking out for photos where he’s got a piercing, his bridge piercing that moves every time he scrunches his face to smile or laugh.
jisung’s caught up in watching jeongin saunter about the stage- hooking things up, messing with his band mates- until the microphone feedback comes through the speakers and jeongin speaks.
“alright,” he says, testing the volume. the crowd cheers anyway, just for the one word, catching jeongin off guard. a smile plays on his lips as he flips a guitar pick around between his fingers like those coin tricks people like to do. he laughs a little, readjusting the mic in his hand. “i see what kind of show we’re gonna have tonight.” he glances back at the drummer who does a little roll across the drum kit. jisung’s heart basically stops when jeongin turns back and crouches toward the edge of the stage. he’s not even looking at jisung and he shivers in anticipation anyway. “a fun one,” he drawls breathily into the mic.
jisung cheers with the crowd that time. he bounces on his feet, clapping with everyone else, then his heart stops. jeongin’s eyes flicker down to where jisung stands and a look falls over his face. something a little surprised but subtle, pleased to see jisung, even. like he’s been waiting for a dude to be in the pit. jeongin’s tongue flicks over his lips and he raises the mic. “a fun night out for all the whores.”
the sound of the crowd screaming barely makes it to jisung’s ears. it feels like ages of jeongin staring into his soul before he backs away, snaps his mic into the stand, and plucks his fingers across the guitar strings. “we’re doin’ a cover first,” he says, pick locked between two fingers. he points toward the crowd accusingly. “and i don’t wanna hear shit about it.”
jisung smiles despite the harsh words. that’s the thing with jeongin. he’s know for the snappy words, the attitude he carries on the stage, the way his fans let him speak to them in such a way- the fans scream for it. and jisung is no exception to that rule. he’d known anyways that they’d be doing a couple covers. they always do. “if you’re new here-” jeongin huffs, strumming a few repeat cords on the guitar just for some filler noise. “-welcome. glad to have you. you’re so sexy,” he says, smirking. he leans in to kiss next to the microphone, making the crowd scream louder. it gets a giggle out of his band mates where they each fiddle with their own instruments, making up a beat to follow jeongin’s on the spot.
“this is how we do things around here,” jeongin continues as he pushes back his long hair from his eyes. “we play some music, talk, and you’re my sluts for the night, ‘kay?”
jisung thinks he yells the loudest and jeongin’s eyes flicker down to him. he announces the song as ‘vertigo’ by bones and jisung remembers this song. jeongin’s band has performed it before and jisung remembers seeing the video late one night, leaned back in his desk chair and watching jeongin eye the camera filming him which had quickly ended up with jisung’s dick in a fleshlight while the video played on loop and no, he’s not ashamed to admit that. deep down, he thinks jeongin would be pleased to know he’s the reason for the majority of jisung’s orgasms.
jeongin never really uses a pick, jisung realizes. he’s always got one for various reasons, but he’d rather use his fingers and leave the more complicated playing to the other guitarist so he can interact with the audience. well, “interact” is an interesting way to describe it.
the way jeongin’s hand curls around the mic, his fingers toying along the length of it as he sings, makes jisung breathe a little heavier. he gets through the first song fine, just a warm up for the crowd and to gauge what kind of audience it is. he’s not at all prepared for how jeongin hands over the microphone to the other vocalist and steps back up to the edge of the stage with his pick locked between his teeth.
the band messes around a bit as jeongin connects more with the audience, legs swung over the edge of the stage. he leans back onto one of his palms, flicking his fingers over the guitar strings conveniently placed where his crotch would be underneath and jisung has a front row seat to all of it. he laughs around the pick and plucks it out of his mouth to continue talking while the others rearrange and set up for the other vocalist to take over singing a bit.
jisung watches as jeongin snaps his fingers toward one of the girls in front and motions for the cigarette in her hand. she passes it to him, lets him take a hit off of it, and pass it back. jisung’s never been more in the zone at a concert before. jeongin’s so much more flirty today and he almost can’t figure out why until he remembers all the little glances, the pleased expression that jeongin gives after checking and finding jisung’s eyes firmly on him.
it’s not until they begin another song that things amp up.
jeongin allows the band to take the lead on the song while he moves about the stage for more interactions. jisung’s heart stops once more when jeongin’s suddenly in front of him again. he leans down, sliding his pick back onto his tongue, and motions jisung forward. he scrambles up, fingers clutching the edge of the stage while jeongin’s hand comes up to hold him by the nape. before he realizes, there’s a mouth on his.
as much as he’d been preparing himself for it, it shocks him to his core when jeongin shoves his tongue into jisung’s mouth, allowing him to pull the guitar pick in. his tongue is wet wet, dripping practically, and his longer hair droops into his face, tickling jisung’s. he turns his head from one side to the other, breathing heavily into jisung’s insistent mouth. he smells musky, like sweat from the stage lights and constant movement, and tastes even better, like cigarette smoke and something else a little fruity. it makes jisung whine just before jeongin pulls back. he leaves a last little peck on jisung’s lips and backs away completely, still watching for jisung to flick his tongue out, showing the guitar pick on the flat of it. with jeongin’s pleased smirk, he removes it to pocket it.
honestly, jisung kinda blacks out for the rest of the song. he’s heard it a million times anyway. one thing he can’t miss is the feeling of eyes on him. he’s the only male in the pit jeongin’s ever made out with- even after all his years of doing the pass-the-pick trick he’s known for.
“you guys like that one?” jeongin asks and fucking hell, the panting into the mic does things to jisung. he suspects the crowds cheers now are more for witnessing the make out than the song itself. “yeah. thought so,” jeongin teases. “bunch ‘a whores.” the crowd laughs at that one.
jisung jumps out of his skin when he feels a tap on his shoulder. the girl next to him leans in to ask what jeongin tastes like and he realizes her mistake seemingly before she does because it’s dead silent at the moment and jeongin’s crossing the stage to set his water down when he hears her. he lifts the mic back up and jisung is already blushing. “what do i taste like?” he exclaims. another crowd laugh.
jisung rubs his arm and the girl next to him backs away a bit, waving her hands defensively. jeongin is still laughing, turning to murmur something to one of his band mates, then runs a hand through his hair. “never heard that one before,” he says, walking up to jisung. his eyes go wide as he watches jeongin go into his familiar crouch. “well? what do i taste like, babe?”
hot, molten lava floods jisung’s insides, making him shift on his weak legs. they might actually have to call in a paramedic in a few minutes. “like uh- smoke and sweet fruit?”
“sweet fruit,” jeongin parrots, cocking his head to the side. he tucks his hair behind his ear and taps the mic against his kneecap gently- like he’s considering jisung’s words- before lifting it back up. “mm, thank you, baby. it’s gushers, actually,” he says, motioning with his slender fingers. “you know, like the ones you put in your mouth and they squirt everywhere.”
a couple of audience members exclaim over the sexual innuendo and- well, jisung should be used to it, in theory. he finds he’s very much not and very much stunned to silence and very much getting hard in his pants. the way he even considers sneaking backstage later should be considered a criminal offense purely from the things he thinks he would do if jeongin gave him that chance.
“the next song-” jeongin continues, seemingly not affected by the whole scenario like jisung is, “-is a little bit sexy,” jeongin says, tone tilting like it’s a question- like it’s shocking that they’re performing a sexy song. jisung internally rolls his eyes. “you guys like sexy, yeah? i think you’ll like this one.” he clicks the mic back onto the stand and repositions his askew guitar. he shares a few words back and forth with the other vocalist, gives him a pat, and returns to his mic. jisung recognizes the song as it starts- one he’s also not ashamed to admit he has in multiple playlists, including his sex one that he…uses for all the sex he definitely has.
he mainly recognizes it as one that jeongin likes to “dance” to, if you wanna call it dancing. god, jisung’s not in the slightest prepared. he’s still trying to catch up with the kiss in his brain when jeongin starts to sway, pulling the mic close when there’s a break in his guitar riffs. his voice is a little more hoarse now from the usage and from taking drags from audience members cigarettes. the first arch of his back paired with a forward roll of his hips makes the crowd murmur excitedly between the singing and cheering. jisung’s locked onto jeongin as he sings, hands trailing the length of his guitar and the mic stand, stroking it in a way that’s definitely not family friendly.
he pops the mic back off the stand and lowers, dragging his other hand down the stand as he goes before his lyrics taper off into a high whine accompanied by a fluttering of his eyelids that makes jisung feel faint all over again. he stands quickly, slinging his guitar around to his back and focusing on the vocals. jisung gulps as jeongin makes his way to the other vocalist and slips an arm over his shoulder, gripping the back of his shirt and leaning in to connect their foreheads where they can both use the same mic. it’s not long after there’s a break for a bass and drum solo and jeongin drops the hand holding the mic, instantly grinding himself onto his band mate's hip.
the male laughs, unheard over the music, and pulls jeongin closer, teasing his mouth around jeongin’s in something that’s almost a kiss if they’d just connect their lips. fuck, jisung wants to be up there. he doesn’t know shit about playing backup guitar and even if he can sing a little- if in his spare time counts- he might never be on the stage with jeongin but he wants that to be him. he wants to be in that position- feeling jeongin’s bulge against his hip where he's humping him like some kind of erotic dancer, his breath over his lips, the warmth and sweaty smell of his body so close. maybe jeongin’s whining a little, maybe he’s getting hard too- it wouldn’t be the first time he’s caught with an erection on stage- then, it hits jisung.
what if jeongin’s thinking about him? what if he’s hoping jisung is watching? what if- in theory- jisung got invited backstage later or got stopped on the street while he’s going home? what if jeongin gave him his number, what if they could get together more than once, date- jisung’s way too fucking hard to be in this audience right now and when jeongin finally pulls away to continue singing, jisung feels eyes.
jeongin’s gaze is almost immediately on jisung and, with the close proximity, jisung can see the way jeongin’s eyes trail down to his crotch and back up. he can see the way jeongin falters a little and jisung convinces himself then and there that it’s because of him.
the song ends out on a roll of the drums and the crowd cheers while jeongin seems to ramp himself up. he fans himself with his shirt, a nonstop smile spread across his reddened face. he throws his head back and does a fun little spin, catching his guitar as it flings around his torso. “good crowd we got out here tonight,” he rasps into the mic. the backup vocalist passes him a water that he hastily gulps from and, with a little left in the bottom, he motions to the crowd. the scream and jump around behind jisung, prompting jeongin to take a bit of a running start to the edge of the stage and fling the water across the fans.
seeing jeongin really lose himself in the performance in person is so much better than over the youtube videos. he remembers saying something like that in the comments of one once- something about how he wishes he knew what it was like to be splashed with water and degraded by the yang jeongin himself.
“sadly, that was the last song-” the crowd interrupts him with a boo, “-alright, alright. christ,” jeongin laughs. “sorry, we don’t have the time. you’re disappointed, babes?”
a few people shout something as jeongin walks the length of the stage. he must pick up on something from the opposite side of the crowd that jisung is on. “oh, you wanted me to make out with him?” he glances back at the other vocalist who looks up, a sly smile on his face. jeongin laughs- a loud, pretty sound- and skips his way back across the stage. “not tonight, sorry babes.” the crowd breaks out in more shouts and murmurs while jeongin walks around for a minute, head down in contemplation.
jisung’s stuck on the slick shine of sweat on jeongin’s exposed skin and the bit of armpit hair he has. jisung wonders if he shaves anywhere- yeah, it’s the stupid horny brain, but he’s got a thing for body hair, okay? sue him. he just barely notices him crouching to set the mic down and tie his hair up, revealing his undercut, and picking the mic back up. “you know what i will do, though?” jisung snaps out of his stupor as jeongin approaches the edge of the stage where he is, crouching back down.
he motions jisung forward again and jisung’s heart pounds. jeongin’s fingers find jisung’s jaw, curling around it and angling his head farther up. his lips are back on jisung’s before he realizes it. with no guitar pick in the way, jisung can feel jeongin properly in the kiss. his tongue piercing clicks against jisung’s teeth as he shovels his way in, groaning only for jisung to hear. subconsciously, jisung’s hand reaches for jeongin’s pants, gripping the leg of them where they stop at his ankle.
jeongin backs away much too quickly again. jisung’s still as dizzy as he’s ever been, aching in the confines of his pants, when jeongin speaks. “thanks for coming up front, jisungie.”
what- what the fuck? jisung startles, his eyes wide enough to rival bambi’s. “what-”
“hm? you think i don’t recognize my commenters when they comment on every post i’ve ever made?” jeongin teases. jisung wants to sink so far into the floor. jeongin recognizes him. he’s seen his social media posts, seen his thirst comments and his little freakouts over jeongin’s photos and videos. that’s why he’s been so happy to see him, so interactive as well. oh god, jisung’s melting. yet, he’s also flooded with an entirely new set of jerk off material and shit that will probably create all of his wet dreams for an eternity.
jeongin smiles, something more gentle than before but still sly enough to seem natural for his stage presence.
“i hope you come to my next show too, babe. i might have something a little more for you then.”