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The young man catches Herman by surprise after he steps offstage, grabbing his wrist and pulling him into the dim passageway that leads to the dressing rooms. He finds himself with his back to the wall, the man's hands parting his tuxedo waistcoat to press against his bare chest. He's a bit shorter than Herman, slim and dark-haired, with startlingly green eyes and a rather overzealous smile.
"I've been watching you over the past several nights," the man whispers fervently, his voice quivering with excitement. "I think-- I think you're absolutely beautiful. My friends said I didn't have the balls to do this, but I need to do it now or else-- or else I don't know what!"
And he reaches up to clutch Herman's face in his hands and pull him into a kiss. Herman doesn't resist, and in fact gives the fellow something to work with. It lasts for maybe ten seconds before their mouths part, the both of them looking a little surprised at themselves.
The man exhales a breath that he didn't know he'd been holding. His eyes are wide, his moist lips still parted in some kind of awe. It's in this moment of electric stillness that Herman notices a splash of freckles across the bridge of his nose.
"Thank you," the man finally whispers, and he turns and dashes away, leaving Herman still standing with his back to the wall, leaning heavily against it as if if he shifted, it would come tumbling down on top of him.
A bit of movement out of the corner of his eye gets his attention, and he turns his head. It's the Emcee. No surprise there.
"Can I have your autograph, darling?" he coos, before kicking up a heel and flitting away into the shadows.
Wryly bemused, Herman sighs and shakes his head, licking the man's kiss off his lips, and wondering who else had seen this little exchange.
"I've been watching you over the past several nights," the man whispers fervently, his voice quivering with excitement. "I think-- I think you're absolutely beautiful. My friends said I didn't have the balls to do this, but I need to do it now or else-- or else I don't know what!"
And he reaches up to clutch Herman's face in his hands and pull him into a kiss. Herman doesn't resist, and in fact gives the fellow something to work with. It lasts for maybe ten seconds before their mouths part, the both of them looking a little surprised at themselves.
The man exhales a breath that he didn't know he'd been holding. His eyes are wide, his moist lips still parted in some kind of awe. It's in this moment of electric stillness that Herman notices a splash of freckles across the bridge of his nose.
"Thank you," the man finally whispers, and he turns and dashes away, leaving Herman still standing with his back to the wall, leaning heavily against it as if if he shifted, it would come tumbling down on top of him.
A bit of movement out of the corner of his eye gets his attention, and he turns his head. It's the Emcee. No surprise there.
"Can I have your autograph, darling?" he coos, before kicking up a heel and flitting away into the shadows.
Wryly bemused, Herman sighs and shakes his head, licking the man's kiss off his lips, and wondering who else had seen this little exchange.