Kiss
Title: Kiss
Characters: Brian Molko/Jared Leto
Rating: pg-13
Disclaimer: not real, not true, not even here...you're seeing things.
Note: Totally forgot that I had finished this fic, so here it is all in one go.
On the red carpet everyone is beautiful and beyond, at the after-awards type of parties and after your forth glass of champagne everybody becomes their own super-nova, celestial beings.
My eyes hovered from person to person as I lingered in a corner and pondered about who’d be tastier in bed.
Bowie? Naw, after he washed all that glitter off there was nothing left but some guy who didn’t even remember what Ziggy Stardust had stood for.
Jonathan Rhys Meyers? Beautiful as sin but...been there, done him.
Asia? Damn even after all those years she’d just gone from hot to hotter but she had become more of a business woman type now, lost was that skinny ashtray girl and that was just dull, dull, dull!
My eyes flickered, lashes spider-webbed before my gaze. My glass was running dry and I was always a fan of doing things in dozens.
‘Server,’ I lifted my free hand and beckoned one of the tray holding waiters over. His silvery tray held about six glasses full of champagne and I wondered if it would be a faux pas to grab the whole fucking thing and drink them till everyone went from beautiful to exciting again.
He offered me a glass and took my old. His eyes slid up to my face and I could tell he was horny, I knew that look anywhere. He was just some college kid who got lucky in serving for this glam party tonight. Anyone would have given their eye-tooth to be here tonight, and he was getting paid for it! Lucky duck.
22, maybe 23...or 24, I suck at guessing ages, his face was less frat boy and more dorm geek. Pale skin, black hair, and skinny as fuck with huge black-rimmed glasses he must have had since 1987. He was the type that no girl would give a second glance to until he tossed those spectacles aside, wore something modern and stepped on stage with a mic. Later on I was to find out that he was in a band with two of his friends, a lanky blond bassist and a stringy haired guitarist who smoked too much. Years later I would see him again at a party but this time he’d be the one getting served. But here I am getting ahead of myself and this story isn’t about him, it’s about Jared.
So, I didn’t know his name yet, I just knew that when I looked at him the room around me exploded with fireworks.
The way he tipped his head to the side was pure poetry; with a glass of bubbly that he sipped slowly, he stood by a handful of actors and chatted idly away.
Wow. That was pretty much all my mind could form, just that word...Wow.
‘Hephestion...’ I muttered to no one in particular as Stef, Steve and some guy who looked like he’d been permanently glued onto Stef’s arm came to stand by me.
‘What?’ Stev looked at me as he flicked his blond hair out of his eyes.
Using my alcohol holding hand I gestured to Jared. ‘Him. In Alexander.’
Stef looked at me confused as he tried to hold his friend up. ‘What?’
With a huff I replied, ‘The guy that played in the movie about the Greek king...Alexander the Great.’
Two pairs of eyes looked at me in confusion; the other looked at me with a glassy stare. ‘The Macedonian king you fucks, don’t you know your history? The one that conquered like half of the world and...’ my voice trailed off, there was no need to get into some sort of lesson now, they’d probably not know anyway and I was in no mood to do anything but go and meet that gorgeous man.
Steve just shrugged yet Stef nodded, ‘Oh yah, the movie. Wasn’t his name Cassander?’
‘Hephestion!’ I could feel my temper rising. ‘Oh...fuck it. He’s fucking gorgeous.’
‘Ahhh,’ Stef began to shake the leach-boy off him as the much shorter man began to make whining noises, ‘yah, now I know who you’re talking about. Alexander’s lover. Molko,’ his voice lowered, ‘that guy’s taken. Off limits.’
My lashes fluttered, my eyes turned to the Swede, ‘you forget who you’re talking to? No one’s off limits.’ Then with the arrogance I loved to possess, I pushed myself away from them and began to make my way towards Jared.
At the other side of the room Jared excused himself and stepped outside to the terrace. His phone had been making crude little noises all night, noises created because of someone sending him texts. Him
With a sigh Jared leaned against the banister and began to open the texts one by one. In every single one there was some sort of apology followed by some sort of cruel remark. Twenty-three texts in all sent over a span of an hour.
Possessive. Abusive. Jealous. Sadistic. Those were all the names he’d given to his boy-friend of two years. At the beginning, it has been love. Jared had fallen for Christian Bale hard yet as time progressed, his lover had changed. Christian began to call him at the strangest hours when Jared said he was at work, the texts Jared received had been less than loving and once his boy-friend had also put his fist to Jared’s face. Christian had cried and begged and promised Jared that he’d never do it again...till last night.
Jared had felt his wrath when the man he thought he loved came after him with a kitchen knife. Luckily, Jared was able to calm him down but all night he could not sleep. Yet he could not show what he felt to anyone. What would he say? ’Hey guys Christian’s been punching he shit out of me and threatening to end my life?’ Hadn't bad-boy Bale done the same to his ex-wife? Why hadn't Jarred stopped this before it began? He knew that Christan would cause him pain!
Jared decided that he would back out gracefully so he came to the party solo with a suitcase of his stuff hidden in the limo. Tonight he’d be sleeping at the Ritz, in peace and quiet...safe.
I saw him hovering over his iPhone, he looked lost in thought. There were very few people out on the terrace, most preferred to linger inside, after all that’s where all the cool people were.
‘Shit...’ with a sigh I saw that beauty of a man slip his cell phone into his back pocket and turn to face the city unfolding below his feet. If this was some ancient place...Greece, Babylon, Egypt, whatever, it would have been a pretty cool setting for some historic romance. Imagine, me trying to woo Hephestion.
Ok, Ok...so he wasn’t really Hephestion, but he was one of the most stunning things on two legs I had seen since...well...since...it had been a while.
‘Some night, huh?’
My voice startled him. His thoughts must have dragged him deep into the labyrinth of his mind for when he spun around there was a glassy stare in his eyes, just long enough till he blinked it away. I noticed that he’s rimmed his eyes with smudgy black liner and they popped out like beacons. Holy shit...this guy’s look alone could bring a thousand men to their knees.
‘Man,’ his voice was slightly breathless, like someone caught with his hand down his pants, ‘sorry, I thought I was alone out here.’
My eyes caught his, colours twined and I smiled. ‘No man is ever alone when he’s with his thoughts,’ I pointed to him, ‘or his cell phone.’
‘Oh..yah, there should be a law against these things at parties,’ he tried to make light of his situation yet in vain.
‘Troublesome sometimes, aren’t they?’
‘Often enough.’
‘Then why don’t you switch it off?’
Jared looked at me for a moment then slid his hand to take the phone out of his pocket. His head bowed as he looked down on it as it rested silently in his palm.
Ever so gently he held it between his two hands, soft and delicate as though he was holding his own heart.
‘You know what...’ he whispered as his eyes slowly rose to my face, ‘I think I’ll do that...’ then before I realized what he was doing he turned around and hurled the cell phone into the night., ‘permanently.’
I watched as he chucked the cell phone down and watched as the night opened its mouth and swallowed it whole. I saw vampire teeth clamp down and watched as a huge Cheshire Cat smile formed in the distance. Damn, I should not have had that last glass of champagne...I was beginning to see things.
But then I came to my senses and realized that me without booze was like Christmas without Santy Claus.
‘I think you need a drink.’
Jared nodded vigorously, a nervous chuckle ebbing deep in his throat. ‘You’re very right.’ Then as if my magic he reached down and produced a bottle of vodka. ‘Asked one of the waiters for this...can’t fucking stand champagne. He said he’d seen a bottle of Absolute hiding behind a crate of bubbly and gave it to me. A sweetheart, right?’
I grinned huge and nodded. Vodka! My favourite staple. ‘Remind me to give him a kiss once the party’s over.’
Jared looked at me shyly, a small smile danced on his lips. ‘Hey...I’m about to share here, don’t you think that...’ he hesitated as his fingers toyed with the cap.
‘Think? I try not to think at parties.’ Then I saw the look on his face. His lips part as if to say more, but he remained silent. ‘Ok...think what?’ I took a step to him. My champagne had been tossed back by now, my glass empty, my mind spinning beautifully.
‘Maybe I could get that kiss?’
Jared didn’t know it that night but in his own way he was vanquishing away his demons. I was to find out years later that he’d dumped that sonofabitch the very next evening and never looked back. I like to think that perhaps I worked my Molko charm on him and made him compare me to every man after me.
My brows raised slyly. ‘I’ve been dreaming about giving you a kiss...and more for the last two hours, actually.’ A chuckle ebbed from the back of my throat. Wouldn’t he like to know about me day-dreaming about him?
I’d compared half the people at the party to one Jared Leto who I was standing a few feet from on the balcony of some insanely rich rock star.
‘I’ve had a rough few weeks...’
I shrugged and took my spot next to him. ‘Not as rough as your cell phone has it now though,’ impishly I indicated to the mess that must be down below.
Jared shrugged, ‘Long story.’
‘Ex lover?’
He nodded, ‘as of the second I asked for a kiss...yah.’ Then he looked at me and I felt myself drowning pleasantly in those honey eyes.
‘So looks like this is the bit where my daydreams meet reality.’
Jared smiled and licked his lips.
He leaned into me gently and kissed me right then, right there, as the moonlight streamed ribbons of light down upon us and it felt fucking awesome.
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Characters: Brian Molko/Jared Leto
Rating: pg-13
Disclaimer: not real, not true, not even here...you're seeing things.
Note: Totally forgot that I had finished this fic, so here it is all in one go.
On the red carpet everyone is beautiful and beyond, at the after-awards type of parties and after your forth glass of champagne everybody becomes their own super-nova, celestial beings.
My eyes hovered from person to person as I lingered in a corner and pondered about who’d be tastier in bed.
Bowie? Naw, after he washed all that glitter off there was nothing left but some guy who didn’t even remember what Ziggy Stardust had stood for.
Jonathan Rhys Meyers? Beautiful as sin but...been there, done him.
Asia? Damn even after all those years she’d just gone from hot to hotter but she had become more of a business woman type now, lost was that skinny ashtray girl and that was just dull, dull, dull!
My eyes flickered, lashes spider-webbed before my gaze. My glass was running dry and I was always a fan of doing things in dozens.
‘Server,’ I lifted my free hand and beckoned one of the tray holding waiters over. His silvery tray held about six glasses full of champagne and I wondered if it would be a faux pas to grab the whole fucking thing and drink them till everyone went from beautiful to exciting again.
He offered me a glass and took my old. His eyes slid up to my face and I could tell he was horny, I knew that look anywhere. He was just some college kid who got lucky in serving for this glam party tonight. Anyone would have given their eye-tooth to be here tonight, and he was getting paid for it! Lucky duck.
22, maybe 23...or 24, I suck at guessing ages, his face was less frat boy and more dorm geek. Pale skin, black hair, and skinny as fuck with huge black-rimmed glasses he must have had since 1987. He was the type that no girl would give a second glance to until he tossed those spectacles aside, wore something modern and stepped on stage with a mic. Later on I was to find out that he was in a band with two of his friends, a lanky blond bassist and a stringy haired guitarist who smoked too much. Years later I would see him again at a party but this time he’d be the one getting served. But here I am getting ahead of myself and this story isn’t about him, it’s about Jared.
So, I didn’t know his name yet, I just knew that when I looked at him the room around me exploded with fireworks.
The way he tipped his head to the side was pure poetry; with a glass of bubbly that he sipped slowly, he stood by a handful of actors and chatted idly away.
Wow. That was pretty much all my mind could form, just that word...Wow.
‘Hephestion...’ I muttered to no one in particular as Stef, Steve and some guy who looked like he’d been permanently glued onto Stef’s arm came to stand by me.
‘What?’ Stev looked at me as he flicked his blond hair out of his eyes.
Using my alcohol holding hand I gestured to Jared. ‘Him. In Alexander.’
Stef looked at me confused as he tried to hold his friend up. ‘What?’
With a huff I replied, ‘The guy that played in the movie about the Greek king...Alexander the Great.’
Two pairs of eyes looked at me in confusion; the other looked at me with a glassy stare. ‘The Macedonian king you fucks, don’t you know your history? The one that conquered like half of the world and...’ my voice trailed off, there was no need to get into some sort of lesson now, they’d probably not know anyway and I was in no mood to do anything but go and meet that gorgeous man.
Steve just shrugged yet Stef nodded, ‘Oh yah, the movie. Wasn’t his name Cassander?’
‘Hephestion!’ I could feel my temper rising. ‘Oh...fuck it. He’s fucking gorgeous.’
‘Ahhh,’ Stef began to shake the leach-boy off him as the much shorter man began to make whining noises, ‘yah, now I know who you’re talking about. Alexander’s lover. Molko,’ his voice lowered, ‘that guy’s taken. Off limits.’
My lashes fluttered, my eyes turned to the Swede, ‘you forget who you’re talking to? No one’s off limits.’ Then with the arrogance I loved to possess, I pushed myself away from them and began to make my way towards Jared.
At the other side of the room Jared excused himself and stepped outside to the terrace. His phone had been making crude little noises all night, noises created because of someone sending him texts. Him
With a sigh Jared leaned against the banister and began to open the texts one by one. In every single one there was some sort of apology followed by some sort of cruel remark. Twenty-three texts in all sent over a span of an hour.
Possessive. Abusive. Jealous. Sadistic. Those were all the names he’d given to his boy-friend of two years. At the beginning, it has been love. Jared had fallen for Christian Bale hard yet as time progressed, his lover had changed. Christian began to call him at the strangest hours when Jared said he was at work, the texts Jared received had been less than loving and once his boy-friend had also put his fist to Jared’s face. Christian had cried and begged and promised Jared that he’d never do it again...till last night.
Jared had felt his wrath when the man he thought he loved came after him with a kitchen knife. Luckily, Jared was able to calm him down but all night he could not sleep. Yet he could not show what he felt to anyone. What would he say? ’Hey guys Christian’s been punching he shit out of me and threatening to end my life?’ Hadn't bad-boy Bale done the same to his ex-wife? Why hadn't Jarred stopped this before it began? He knew that Christan would cause him pain!
Jared decided that he would back out gracefully so he came to the party solo with a suitcase of his stuff hidden in the limo. Tonight he’d be sleeping at the Ritz, in peace and quiet...safe.
I saw him hovering over his iPhone, he looked lost in thought. There were very few people out on the terrace, most preferred to linger inside, after all that’s where all the cool people were.
‘Shit...’ with a sigh I saw that beauty of a man slip his cell phone into his back pocket and turn to face the city unfolding below his feet. If this was some ancient place...Greece, Babylon, Egypt, whatever, it would have been a pretty cool setting for some historic romance. Imagine, me trying to woo Hephestion.
Ok, Ok...so he wasn’t really Hephestion, but he was one of the most stunning things on two legs I had seen since...well...since...it had been a while.
‘Some night, huh?’
My voice startled him. His thoughts must have dragged him deep into the labyrinth of his mind for when he spun around there was a glassy stare in his eyes, just long enough till he blinked it away. I noticed that he’s rimmed his eyes with smudgy black liner and they popped out like beacons. Holy shit...this guy’s look alone could bring a thousand men to their knees.
‘Man,’ his voice was slightly breathless, like someone caught with his hand down his pants, ‘sorry, I thought I was alone out here.’
My eyes caught his, colours twined and I smiled. ‘No man is ever alone when he’s with his thoughts,’ I pointed to him, ‘or his cell phone.’
‘Oh..yah, there should be a law against these things at parties,’ he tried to make light of his situation yet in vain.
‘Troublesome sometimes, aren’t they?’
‘Often enough.’
‘Then why don’t you switch it off?’
Jared looked at me for a moment then slid his hand to take the phone out of his pocket. His head bowed as he looked down on it as it rested silently in his palm.
Ever so gently he held it between his two hands, soft and delicate as though he was holding his own heart.
‘You know what...’ he whispered as his eyes slowly rose to my face, ‘I think I’ll do that...’ then before I realized what he was doing he turned around and hurled the cell phone into the night., ‘permanently.’
I watched as he chucked the cell phone down and watched as the night opened its mouth and swallowed it whole. I saw vampire teeth clamp down and watched as a huge Cheshire Cat smile formed in the distance. Damn, I should not have had that last glass of champagne...I was beginning to see things.
But then I came to my senses and realized that me without booze was like Christmas without Santy Claus.
‘I think you need a drink.’
Jared nodded vigorously, a nervous chuckle ebbing deep in his throat. ‘You’re very right.’ Then as if my magic he reached down and produced a bottle of vodka. ‘Asked one of the waiters for this...can’t fucking stand champagne. He said he’d seen a bottle of Absolute hiding behind a crate of bubbly and gave it to me. A sweetheart, right?’
I grinned huge and nodded. Vodka! My favourite staple. ‘Remind me to give him a kiss once the party’s over.’
Jared looked at me shyly, a small smile danced on his lips. ‘Hey...I’m about to share here, don’t you think that...’ he hesitated as his fingers toyed with the cap.
‘Think? I try not to think at parties.’ Then I saw the look on his face. His lips part as if to say more, but he remained silent. ‘Ok...think what?’ I took a step to him. My champagne had been tossed back by now, my glass empty, my mind spinning beautifully.
‘Maybe I could get that kiss?’
Jared didn’t know it that night but in his own way he was vanquishing away his demons. I was to find out years later that he’d dumped that sonofabitch the very next evening and never looked back. I like to think that perhaps I worked my Molko charm on him and made him compare me to every man after me.
My brows raised slyly. ‘I’ve been dreaming about giving you a kiss...and more for the last two hours, actually.’ A chuckle ebbed from the back of my throat. Wouldn’t he like to know about me day-dreaming about him?
I’d compared half the people at the party to one Jared Leto who I was standing a few feet from on the balcony of some insanely rich rock star.
‘I’ve had a rough few weeks...’
I shrugged and took my spot next to him. ‘Not as rough as your cell phone has it now though,’ impishly I indicated to the mess that must be down below.
Jared shrugged, ‘Long story.’
‘Ex lover?’
He nodded, ‘as of the second I asked for a kiss...yah.’ Then he looked at me and I felt myself drowning pleasantly in those honey eyes.
‘So looks like this is the bit where my daydreams meet reality.’
Jared smiled and licked his lips.
He leaned into me gently and kissed me right then, right there, as the moonlight streamed ribbons of light down upon us and it felt fucking awesome.
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