You traced your fingers over his beauty marks with the most gentle of touches. From his forehead, down to his cheek, you made a constellation of your own, your favorite of them all. The stars of his face didn’t appear only on clear night skies – they were always visible, always there for you to admire. His stars were far better than the ones above, so far away, impossible to reach; his stars were there, right in front of you, yours to touch, yours to explore, yours to love. After him, looking up at the night sky felt cold, whereas he was all warmth. How could a vast dark emptiness compare to the beautifully made canvas that was his face? How could the weak brightness of stars compare to his golden glow? How could the constellations you were ever barely able to make out compare to the visible marks you could trace with the tips of your fingers, the unknown shape more breathtaking, more significant than anything any civilization has ever observed in all of history prior to him.
Ethan would scrunch his nose, smile, and ask what you were doing every time, the light-hearted tone of voice making you sink further into the pillow, happy.
A/N: This has to be my longest piece ever! I hope it was worth the wait and that you enjoyed it. There could be a few mistakes in there both in English and Italian, sorry in advance. I loved writing this, it wasn’t exactly what I wanted but I am a perfectionist and I have rewritten this about 5 times. I just needed to post it now!
Pairing: OC!Diana Bianchi & Damiano David
Words: 3k
Warning(s): swearing, drinking, smoking (I mean it’s the 70s…), smoking weed, my Italian (I have been studying this beautiful language for three years now but people make mistakes)
West Hollywood, California // Mid-January 1972
Red eyes.
Sweaty foreheads.
That is all Diana would see when they screamed at her. “CAN I GET TWO BEERS AND A COKE PLEASE?!”
Working behind the bar was not her dream job. Diana remembered it like it was yesterday, she and her friend Tami had gone to The Troubadour to celebrate the weekend when she saw a “help wanted” poster. It was a godsend. Diana applied there and then and not long after she found herself behind the bar, handing out drinks to people who looked like they were having the best time of their lives. Another plus side was the fact that she could attend the concerts of all the artists and bands for free.
Obviously, there were also downsides to this job. For example, Diana couldn’t go out and live her teenage years. She isn’t allowed to drink (too much) on the job and the hours aren’t exactly great. The pay is okay though and the tips are even better. Half of the people don’t even know how much they are giving and walk off like they didn’t just hand you 20 for an eight dollar drink. She doesn’t complain much about her job but she does feel left behind sometimes. Like when Tami or her other friend chat about some weird adventure they had the night before and who they met or kissed. Diana felt like she missed out on a lot of things but she had no other choice.
Her parents had kicked her out when she was 15. Diana moved in with her grandmother and lived with her for a while until she passed away. She has been living alone in her grandmother’s old apartment ever since. A few friends had moved in with her but then moved out again when they had found a better place to live. So it was just Diana paying the rent for the place.
“CAN I GET A RUM AND COKE?!” Diana gets snapped out of her thoughts. Shit, what did he want?! She thinks to herself as she stares at the intoxicated man. “SORRY?!” She shouts back over the loud music. At least she had another reason for not hearing the man. “RUM AND COKE!” That is all the man yells before turning his band to her so he could face the stage. Some weird indie band is playing tonight. Diana wasn’t really into it and honestly couldn’t wait until her boss would send her home for the night. She puts in a little less rum, the man will probably not even taste the difference.
The band had stopped playing somewhere around two a.m. However not all the guests had left around 2.30 which is something Diana hated the most. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy her job but after so many hours standing on her feet, she wanted nothing more than to clean up, go home and get into her warm bed.
“Diana, can you come here for a minute?” her boss asked. What was that tone, was he going to fire her?! “It’s nothing bad, don’t worry.” Pfew. Diana walked behind him into his office.
“What can I help you with, Doug?” She asked as she sat down in the very comfortable chair across from him. Doug Weston had somewhat become her parent over the last few years that she had worked here. He was always so kind to her and could always ask him for help if she needed him.
“I want to get more bands from across the sea. I want interesting people and not just the same bands playing over and over again. New talent that no one has heard of before but will become known because of this place. Inspire new talent, you know?” He was rambling on with his sales pitch as if you had any input, it was his place after all. “And seeing that you can speak more languages than I have ever could, I was wondering if you could write small pieces for newspapers in Europe that will inspire these artists to come here and get all the fame and fortune they want.”
“Sure, Doug. You know I would do anything to help this place… and you of course”, Diana said while a wide grin spread on her face. She felt like she was moving up when in reality it wasn’t a new job position. She would do anything to not have the same indie bands playing almost every night. Diana would never have imagined that she would change the lives of four individuals barely six months later, and change her own life along with it.
Rome, Italy // Mid-March 1972
“The Troubadour. The place where artists and bands from all over the world can make it or break it in the United States. It all depends on the crowd. If they love you, you can come back for an entire week! If not you will receive the money for that evening but sadly you won’t be allowed back. It’s always packed with record executives so you could get a sweet record deal out of this experience. Do you have what it takes? Sign up and good luck to everyone competing in the battle of the bands! – D. B.” Damiano finishes reading. “Ragazzi, I honestly cannot wait till we get to play there! It’s going to be veramente stupendo!”
“Bene Damiano, calm yourself. It’s less than five months away. We still have to play in this dump to even afford to go. We barely have enough money for a motel, we don’t even have the plane tickets yet!” Classic Victoria, always worrying as if she is the mother of the group. “Calmati Victoria, noi staremo bene”, Ethan jumps in. “Let’s get back to practising before we start another fight, sì?” The rest nods their head and pick up their instruments. “I was thinking, should we start with I wanna be your slave oppuro no? Is it too much?” Damiano suggest. “Oh, and for outfits, I have a few ideas?!” Thomas adds like a little kid who is excited for Christmas day. “Positivo, let’s look at those after practice”, Damiano says. Not even ten minutes later they had many up a little setlist. It was a battle of the bands so they had to at least practice 4-5 songs to play against other bands. Then if they were allowed to come back they had to prepare yet another 6 songs on top of those 5 they had already played. They could do it, they had enough songs in their database but were they going to sing their Italian songs or did they have to translate them? The members of Måneskin weren’t sure yet. Luckily for them, they had four months to think about it.
West Hollywood, California // Mid-July 1972
Diana hadn’t even woken up yet, but on the other side of the city, Måneskin had arrived at the airport. “Finalmente ci siamo. Ce l’abbiamo fatta!” Thomas exclaims. Damiano chuckles and throws an arm around Thomas’s shoulders. “Slow down, loverboy. We have not made it yet. We landed yes, but we have a long way to go from here to that stage tonight.” “How every grown-up of you, Damiano”, Victoria teases. “I bet with Ethan that you would follow the first American girl that you saw in this airport and that we wouldn’t see you until much later.” “Ha ha, molto divertente, Victoria. Sei una persona così divertente.” They continue their bickering whilst Ethan collects all of their suitcases. “Addiamo?” He finally asks the group, they all agree and make their way through the busy airport to the designated taxi area. During this, they complain about how crowded it is and how much the air smells. It is nothing like their own country but you have to take chances if you want to become famous like their dream.
Later that day
Doug had told Diana to come into work later than she usually would. It was going to be a busy night and he’d rather have her work during the performances than during the day and wear her out. So here she was around six-thirty instead of two o’clock. It felt so weird because usually when she arrives there is no line out front and now there was one to the end of the block. She passed all the people waiting in line, hearing them complain and moan as she walks up to Mario, the bouncer. He doesn’t even need to see her worker-id, as she walks in he wishes her good luck with tonight. She liked Mario, he was working here before she came and even then he had told her if she ever needed anything him and his wife had an extra bed for her. Honestly, the sweetest guy… also the toughest guy you will ever meet.
As Diana walked to the changing area to hang her coat and bag, she ran into a few participants of tonight’s show. She greeted most of them but they were too busy with themselves, the fame they hadn’t even earned yet was already rising to their heads. Before she could make her way to the bar, Doug called her over.
“Diana, come here for a second. I want to introduce you to a few people.” Classic Doug, always introducing everybody to everybody. If he believed you could make it, he would introduce you to all his workers. However, the bands did not know this, the workers would treat them a little extra. “They are from Italy as well!” As if Diana herself had moved for their, it was actually her grandparents. She could speak a little Italian but other than her last name, there was nothing Italian about her. Doug briefly introduced the members of Måneskin to Diana, who couldn’t keep her eyes off a certain member. To be quite honest she had not remembered everyone’s names and she stumbled to get her name out of her mouth. All because she was already head over heels with this handsome, tall, young Italian man.
After a couple of introduction, Diana was finally behind her bar, her safe space. Meeting Damiano had made her weak in her knees, she had never had a reaction like this before. She didn’t really pay attention to the competitors and focused on serving the people but when it was Måneskin’s turn, she started to lose focus on her work.
During most of their setlist, Damiano kept glancing over to Diana and winking at her. Or at least that’s what it felt like for Diana. However, after a rather sexy song (let’s be real most of them are) he kissed one of his male bandmates on the mouth. Now Diana is not one to judge people on who they love. She reasons that everyone should love who they want to love and receive love because of it. It wasn’t that she hated it, it kind of turned her on, but she was very confused. Had she read the signs wrong? Were there even any signs to begin with? At times like these she wanted to ask Tami for help yet she was afraid that if Tami came and tried to help her that somehow Tami’s charm would work on Damiano and Diana would still end up with nothing. No, she had to do this on her own, she decided.
After the battle of the bands was over, a few stayed behind to talk with record labels about future arrangements. Diana started cleaning up, and washing and drying a few glasses, secretly listening in on a few conversations.
“I liked what I saw out there. Let your agent call me and we will discuss your expansion in the United States.” Well, that sounded very good. Diana turned around to see who the band was that this man was talking to, but when she turned around she looked right into Damiano’s eyes.
“I have been trying to get your attention all night”, he says shyly. “Really? I thought so but I wasn’t sure”, Diana responds. Damiano raises his hand and scratches behind his head. “I was wondering, you know. If maybe- ugh. Perchè è cosi difficile?” He mutters, not looking Diana in the eyes. “Provalo in Italiano?” she suggests and Damiano’s eyes shoot up to meet hers. “Cazzo. Parli Italiano?” He looks even more nervous now. “Si, parlo Italiano.” He laughs at her answer. “Vuoi uscire domani sera?” Diana nods her head, she honestly cannot stop smiling. “I’d love to go out with you. Do you want me to pick you up at the hotel? That would be easier than you trying to find my house.” “Yeah, sure. We’re staying at the Millwood Motel, it’s not too far from the airport.” “Ah yes, I know that place. I’ll see you tomorrow then.” He leans over and kisses her cheek before leaving her to finish her work.
That night Diana barely slept. Did Damiano know any places here to take her to? Did she have to come up with a place? What if he was some weird guy? What if he was a murderer?! She sure was happy now that she didn’t give him her address. The following day she woke up around noon. She went to the kitchen and grabbed her Cona coffee maker, if she was to get through the day, she was going to need a big cup of coffee. She put water and coffee ground on the lower half of the pot and put it on the stove. She hated having to watch the coffee boil and couldn’t wait for better times when you would just have to push a button to get your coffee.
Seeing that she woke up around noon, it didn’t take long before Diana met up with Damiano. She asked him if he had anything specific in mind. Surprisingly, he did. He explained that he and his bandmates did a little sightseeing and they walked past a roller skating rink. Damiano always wanted to try that and he thought this would be perfect for their little date. Diana absolutely loved the idea and couldn’t wait till they got there.
Both of them were sad that the night had ended so quickly or so they thought. It was in fact 1 a.m. and they had already spend ten hours together. Diana brought Damiano back to the motel with her car and of course he couldn’t leave without planting a kiss on her lips. They kissed for a while before finally letting each other go. “We’ll be leaving soon”, Damiano said and looked at their intertwined hands in his lap. “Already? You just got here two days ago”, Diana complained. She just met him and now he is leaving already? She wasn’t prepared for that. She knew he was leaving at some point, he had to he didn’t live in the US, but still she had hoped for a little more time together. “Maybe we’ll come back soon. We have a meeting with our agent and that record label guy tomorrow.” “Could we meet up after? We should catch dinner together, I have another day off”, she suggested. Damiano agreed, kissed her one more time before leaving her car and making his way to his motel room.
The next day
Diana waited for Damiano in front of a large building. She was enjoying the sun on her face when she felt two arms coming from behind and hugging her on her stomach. “Ciao, amore mio. Sei adorabile oggi”, Damiano said into her ear before kissing the side of her face. “Ciao, you don’t look to bad yourself”, she said as she turned around. She grabbed his face in her hands and kissed him on his lips, his mates cheering them on in the background. “How did it go in there?” With that question Damiano’s face broke out in a wide grin. “What?” “Amore, we’re staying here in the US. We got a record deal, we will be here for the entire year!” he shouts and all five of them jump in celebration. “I was going to tell you at dinner, but I just couldn’t wait anymore. We can be together, amore.” Diana broke out in tears, nodding her head, for she had never met a man who she loved more than Damiano. Her Italian lover boy.
A/N: This has to be my longest piece ever! I hope it was worth the wait and that you enjoyed it. There could be a few mistakes in there both in English and Italian, sorry in advance. I loved writing this, it wasn’t exactly what I wanted but I am a perfectionist and I have rewritten this about 5 times. I just needed to post it now!
Pairing: OC!Diana Bianchi & Damiano David
Words: 3k
Warning(s): swearing, drinking, smoking (I mean it’s the 70s…), smoking weed, my Italian (I have been studying this beautiful language for three years now but people make mistakes)
West Hollywood, California // Mid-January 1972
Red eyes.
Sweaty foreheads.
That is all Diana would see when they screamed at her. “CAN I GET TWO BEERS AND A COKE PLEASE?!”
Working behind the bar was not her dream job. Diana remembered it like it was yesterday, she and her friend Tami had gone to The Troubadour to celebrate the weekend when she saw a “help wanted” poster. It was a godsend. Diana applied there and then and not long after she found herself behind the bar, handing out drinks to people who looked like they were having the best time of their lives. Another plus side was the fact that she could attend the concerts of all the artists and bands for free.
Obviously, there were also downsides to this job. For example, Diana couldn’t go out and live her teenage years. She isn’t allowed to drink (too much) on the job and the hours aren’t exactly great. The pay is okay though and the tips are even better. Half of the people don’t even know how much they are giving and walk off like they didn’t just hand you 20 for an eight dollar drink. She doesn’t complain much about her job but she does feel left behind sometimes. Like when Tami or her other friend chat about some weird adventure they had the night before and who they met or kissed. Diana felt like she missed out on a lot of things but she had no other choice.
Her parents had kicked her out when she was 15. Diana moved in with her grandmother and lived with her for a while until she passed away. She has been living alone in her grandmother’s old apartment ever since. A few friends had moved in with her but then moved out again when they had found a better place to live. So it was just Diana paying the rent for the place.
“CAN I GET A RUM AND COKE?!” Diana gets snapped out of her thoughts. Shit, what did he want?! She thinks to herself as she stares at the intoxicated man. “SORRY?!” She shouts back over the loud music. At least she had another reason for not hearing the man. “RUM AND COKE!” That is all the man yells before turning his band to her so he could face the stage. Some weird indie band is playing tonight. Diana wasn’t really into it and honestly couldn’t wait until her boss would send her home for the night. She puts in a little less rum, the man will probably not even taste the difference.
The band had stopped playing somewhere around two a.m. However not all the guests had left around 2.30 which is something Diana hated the most. It wasn’t that she didn’t enjoy her job but after so many hours standing on her feet, she wanted nothing more than to clean up, go home and get into her warm bed.
“Diana, can you come here for a minute?” her boss asked. What was that tone, was he going to fire her?! “It’s nothing bad, don’t worry.” Pfew. Diana walked behind him into his office.
“What can I help you with, Doug?” She asked as she sat down in the very comfortable chair across from him. Doug Weston had somewhat become her parent over the last few years that she had worked here. He was always so kind to her and could always ask him for help if she needed him.
“I want to get more bands from across the sea. I want interesting people and not just the same bands playing over and over again. New talent that no one has heard of before but will become known because of this place. Inspire new talent, you know?” He was rambling on with his sales pitch as if you had any input, it was his place after all. “And seeing that you can speak more languages than I have ever could, I was wondering if you could write small pieces for newspapers in Europe that will inspire these artists to come here and get all the fame and fortune they want.”
“Sure, Doug. You know I would do anything to help this place… and you of course”, Diana said while a wide grin spread on her face. She felt like she was moving up when in reality it wasn’t a new job position. She would do anything to not have the same indie bands playing almost every night. Diana would never have imagined that she would change the lives of four individuals barely six months later, and change her own life along with it.
Rome, Italy // Mid-March 1972
“The Troubadour. The place where artists and bands from all over the world can make it or break it in the United States. It all depends on the crowd. If they love you, you can come back for an entire week! If not you will receive the money for that evening but sadly you won’t be allowed back. It’s always packed with record executives so you could get a sweet record deal out of this experience. Do you have what it takes? Sign up and good luck to everyone competing in the battle of the bands! – D. B.” Damiano finishes reading. “Ragazzi, I honestly cannot wait till we get to play there! It’s going to be veramente stupendo!”
“Bene Damiano, calm yourself. It’s less than five months away. We still have to play in this dump to even afford to go. We barely have enough money for a motel, we don’t even have the plane tickets yet!” Classic Victoria, always worrying as if she is the mother of the group. “Calmati Victoria, noi staremo bene”, Ethan jumps in. “Let’s get back to practising before we start another fight, sì?” The rest nods their head and pick up their instruments. “I was thinking, should we start with I wanna be your slave oppuro no? Is it too much?” Damiano suggest. “Oh, and for outfits, I have a few ideas?!” Thomas adds like a little kid who is excited for Christmas day. “Positivo, let’s look at those after practice”, Damiano says. Not even ten minutes later they had many up a little setlist. It was a battle of the bands so they had to at least practice 4-5 songs to play against other bands. Then if they were allowed to come back they had to prepare yet another 6 songs on top of those 5 they had already played. They could do it, they had enough songs in their database but were they going to sing their Italian songs or did they have to translate them? The members of Måneskin weren’t sure yet. Luckily for them, they had four months to think about it.
West Hollywood, California // Mid-July 1972
Diana hadn’t even woken up yet, but on the other side of the city, Måneskin had arrived at the airport. “Finalmente ci siamo. Ce l’abbiamo fatta!” Thomas exclaims. Damiano chuckles and throws an arm around Thomas’s shoulders. “Slow down, loverboy. We have not made it yet. We landed yes, but we have a long way to go from here to that stage tonight.” “How every grown-up of you, Damiano”, Victoria teases. “I bet with Ethan that you would follow the first American girl that you saw in this airport and that we wouldn’t see you until much later.” “Ha ha, molto divertente, Victoria. Sei una persona così divertente.” They continue their bickering whilst Ethan collects all of their suitcases. “Addiamo?” He finally asks the group, they all agree and make their way through the busy airport to the designated taxi area. During this, they complain about how crowded it is and how much the air smells. It is nothing like their own country but you have to take chances if you want to become famous like their dream.
Later that day
Doug had told Diana to come into work later than she usually would. It was going to be a busy night and he’d rather have her work during the performances than during the day and wear her out. So here she was around six-thirty instead of two o’clock. It felt so weird because usually when she arrives there is no line out front and now there was one to the end of the block. She passed all the people waiting in line, hearing them complain and moan as she walks up to Mario, the bouncer. He doesn’t even need to see her worker-id, as she walks in he wishes her good luck with tonight. She liked Mario, he was working here before she came and even then he had told her if she ever needed anything him and his wife had an extra bed for her. Honestly, the sweetest guy… also the toughest guy you will ever meet.
As Diana walked to the changing area to hang her coat and bag, she ran into a few participants of tonight’s show. She greeted most of them but they were too busy with themselves, the fame they hadn’t even earned yet was already rising to their heads. Before she could make her way to the bar, Doug called her over.
“Diana, come here for a second. I want to introduce you to a few people.” Classic Doug, always introducing everybody to everybody. If he believed you could make it, he would introduce you to all his workers. However, the bands did not know this, the workers would treat them a little extra. “They are from Italy as well!” As if Diana herself had moved for their, it was actually her grandparents. She could speak a little Italian but other than her last name, there was nothing Italian about her. Doug briefly introduced the members of Måneskin to Diana, who couldn’t keep her eyes off a certain member. To be quite honest she had not remembered everyone’s names and she stumbled to get her name out of her mouth. All because she was already head over heels with this handsome, tall, young Italian man.
After a couple of introduction, Diana was finally behind her bar, her safe space. Meeting Damiano had made her weak in her knees, she had never had a reaction like this before. She didn’t really pay attention to the competitors and focused on serving the people but when it was Måneskin’s turn, she started to lose focus on her work.
During most of their setlist, Damiano kept glancing over to Diana and winking at her. Or at least that’s what it felt like for Diana. However, after a rather sexy song (let’s be real most of them are) he kissed one of his male bandmates on the mouth. Now Diana is not one to judge people on who they love. She reasons that everyone should love who they want to love and receive love because of it. It wasn’t that she hated it, it kind of turned her on, but she was very confused. Had she read the signs wrong? Were there even any signs to begin with? At times like these she wanted to ask Tami for help yet she was afraid that if Tami came and tried to help her that somehow Tami’s charm would work on Damiano and Diana would still end up with nothing. No, she had to do this on her own, she decided.
After the battle of the bands was over, a few stayed behind to talk with record labels about future arrangements. Diana started cleaning up, and washing and drying a few glasses, secretly listening in on a few conversations.
“I liked what I saw out there. Let your agent call me and we will discuss your expansion in the United States.” Well, that sounded very good. Diana turned around to see who the band was that this man was talking to, but when she turned around she looked right into Damiano’s eyes.
“I have been trying to get your attention all night”, he says shyly. “Really? I thought so but I wasn’t sure”, Diana responds. Damiano raises his hand and scratches behind his head. “I was wondering, you know. If maybe- ugh. Perchè è cosi difficile?” He mutters, not looking Diana in the eyes. “Provalo in Italiano?” she suggests and Damiano’s eyes shoot up to meet hers. “Cazzo. Parli Italiano?” He looks even more nervous now. “Si, parlo Italiano.” He laughs at her answer. “Vuoi uscire domani sera?” Diana nods her head, she honestly cannot stop smiling. “I’d love to go out with you. Do you want me to pick you up at the hotel? That would be easier than you trying to find my house.” “Yeah, sure. We’re staying at the Millwood Motel, it’s not too far from the airport.” “Ah yes, I know that place. I’ll see you tomorrow then.” He leans over and kisses her cheek before leaving her to finish her work.
That night Diana barely slept. Did Damiano know any places here to take her to? Did she have to come up with a place? What if he was some weird guy? What if he was a murderer?! She sure was happy now that she didn’t give him her address. The following day she woke up around noon. She went to the kitchen and grabbed her Cona coffee maker, if she was to get through the day, she was going to need a big cup of coffee. She put water and coffee ground on the lower half of the pot and put it on the stove. She hated having to watch the coffee boil and couldn’t wait for better times when you would just have to push a button to get your coffee.
Seeing that she woke up around noon, it didn’t take long before Diana met up with Damiano. She asked him if he had anything specific in mind. Surprisingly, he did. He explained that he and his bandmates did a little sightseeing and they walked past a roller skating rink. Damiano always wanted to try that and he thought this would be perfect for their little date. Diana absolutely loved the idea and couldn’t wait till they got there.
Both of them were sad that the night had ended so quickly or so they thought. It was in fact 1 a.m. and they had already spend ten hours together. Diana brought Damiano back to the motel with her car and of course he couldn’t leave without planting a kiss on her lips. They kissed for a while before finally letting each other go. “We’ll be leaving soon”, Damiano said and looked at their intertwined hands in his lap. “Already? You just got here two days ago”, Diana complained. She just met him and now he is leaving already? She wasn’t prepared for that. She knew he was leaving at some point, he had to he didn’t live in the US, but still she had hoped for a little more time together. “Maybe we’ll come back soon. We have a meeting with our agent and that record label guy tomorrow.” “Could we meet up after? We should catch dinner together, I have another day off”, she suggested. Damiano agreed, kissed her one more time before leaving her car and making his way to his motel room.
The next day
Diana waited for Damiano in front of a large building. She was enjoying the sun on her face when she felt two arms coming from behind and hugging her on her stomach. “Ciao, amore mio. Sei adorabile oggi”, Damiano said into her ear before kissing the side of her face. “Ciao, you don’t look to bad yourself”, she said as she turned around. She grabbed his face in her hands and kissed him on his lips, his mates cheering them on in the background. “How did it go in there?” With that question Damiano’s face broke out in a wide grin. “What?” “Amore, we’re staying here in the US. We got a record deal, we will be here for the entire year!” he shouts and all five of them jump in celebration. “I was going to tell you at dinner, but I just couldn’t wait anymore. We can be together, amore.” Diana broke out in tears, nodding her head, for she had never met a man who she loved more than Damiano. Her Italian lover boy.
summary: you visit your friends once again during their gig, but what happens backstage after the show seems to be even mote exciting than the performance
A few long weeks have passed since your last visit to Rome. The thought of it was still bringing a blissful smile to your face. It was unexpected, but you knew deep down that discovering Thomas’s unknown and wild side was one of the best things that had happened to you lately. It was way too much fun to end it after one time. That’s why you got so excited when Ethan texted you and offered a front-row ticket to their next gig. You almost immediately agreed and booked a hotel room.
On the day of the concert you put a lot of effort into your makeup and got dressed in your, and Ethan’s, favourite dress. You got there early, sharing the excitement of the crowds, waiting for the band to finally come out. Lights went out, the big reflectors hit the stage and people went crazy. The screams were deafening, you couldn’t help yourself but to join everyone in the loud madness.
The performance was amazing, Damiano kept glancing at you and winking, Vic also sent you a few suggestive smiles. But the two men you were most interested in were too far away. Ethan was hidden in the back in his usual spot, you could barely see his face, let alone meet his eyes. Thomas stayed on the other side of the stage, performing his iconic dances, making you smile widely.
As time went by, people were screaming their songs louder, swaying together to the ballads and jumping madly to their faster songs. Finally, they all came to the front to bow and say the final goodbye to the public. At this moment your eyes were glued to Ethan, his naked torso glistening from sweat, his hair all messy as he tried to push them all back, some of the strings still stuck to his wet face. He stepped closer to the edge of the stage, and threw his drumsticks into the crowd, flexing his arms and making you bite your lip. He was perfect. As you were melting at this sight, he glanced directly at you. He quickly looked you up and down and smirked. Fucking hell, that was enough to start the spread of heat between your legs. He got back to the rest of them and wrapped his arm around Thomas’ waist. He pulled him closer, making it easier for you to stare at them both at once. Raggi wasn’t as big of an exhibitionist as Damiano, but this time he had no choice. It was too hot to keep clothes on for too long. His naked torso was now glued to Ethan’s. You sighed, losing control over your facial expression, grateful for the dimmed lights. You felt a hand on your shoulder.
“Come with me.” One of the members of their team smiled at you and led you backstage.
When you finally reached the corridor leading from the stage to the back rooms, they already bowed a few times and left the stage. You stood there, leaning on the wall with a big grin on your face. First Vic walked past you, she smiled while taking off her bass.
“Hey, good to see you!” She kissed your cheek, still panting.
“Hey! Great show guys.” You said to both her and Damiano who appeared behind her.
“Was nice playing for such a hot crowd…” he purred and kissed your cheek as well, making sure to brush you with his naked chest. He placed his hand on your hip for a moment and looked into your eyes. You smiled and cocked your head.
“Thank you very much,” you purred.
“Damia, don’t you have something else to do?” Ethan appeared behind him with a towel thrown over his shoulder. Damiano moved away and turned to him.
“Alright, alright I’ll leave you two alone, lovebirds” he winked at you and followed Vic, humming the melody of Chosen.
“You enjoyed the show?” He purred, placing both hands on your hips, pulling you closer. The scent of his perfume, mixed with sweat and shampoo was intoxicating. His fingers were digging in your skin, holding you steadily. His face was only a few inches from yours.
“Oh yes, the show was amazing, too bad I could barely see you…” you slowly licked your lips, staring at his, parted and pink.
“Poor cucciola, at least you could stare a little at the end. I saw your face, fuck you were drooling.” He took your chin between his index finger and a thumb and tilted your head up. “Someone got horny for daddy, hmm?” he whispered, brushing your lips with his.
Only a few words, his scent, his touch, it was enough to shut down your brain. Your body was on fire, panties already soaked. You only managed to nod in response. He smirked and kissed you with his lips so soft and tender. He broke off the kiss and stepped away a little. Ethan grabbed your hand and pulled you towards the end of the corridor. You followed him without a single question. He opened the door and pushed you in. The lights were on, it was a small, old changing room. One couch, chair, a mirror, and some empty clothes racks. He shut the door and pushed you against the wall.
“Fuck I was waiting for that for weeks…” he mumbled and crashed his lips against yours in a rough and messy kiss. His hands were roaming through your body, eagerly and firmly squeezing your breasts. You let out a moan against his lips, feeling his thigh parting your legs and slowly pressing against your soaked panties.
“Making noises already?” he teased you, nibbling on your neck, leaving a dark mark he loved to see on you so much.
Suddenly you heard voices and the door slowly opened. You tapped Ethan’s arm to let him know what was going on, as he was too lost in lust to notice. He hummed and looked at the door as well.
“Fuck sorry, I thought…Oh, it’s you…” Thomas grinned and opened the door a little wider.
“Hey…” you said in a breathy voice, smiling at him widely.
“Well I was looking for Vic but…guess I found something more interesting.” He kept staring at you shamelessly, at your thighs exposed by the dress Ethan pushed a little higher, at your breasts falling out of the cleavage after Torchio had some fun with them.
“Really? Well, I can’t blame you.” Ethan purred, looking back at you. “What do we think? Should we let him stay or kick him out?”
You swallowed hard and looked at Thomas, his naked chest, messy hair, devilish grin and long fingers, tapping on the door. God, you missed those fingers so much.
“I want him to stay.” You said in a very desperate tone. Thomas wiggled his eyebrows and walked in, shutting the door with a loud bang.
“Sharing is caring, cucciolo” He chuckled, winking at Ethan.
Thomas sat down on the couch and put one hand behind his head, the other on his thigh.
“You can go back to whatever I interrupted…”
Ethan rolled his eyes and turned to you again. He grabbed your neck with one hand, parted your legs with his knee and sneaked the other hand under your dress. He watched your face, your parted lips, your hooded eyes and pink cheeks. His rough fingers started teasing your folds through the soaked underwear. Suddenly in a swift movement, he snapped the delicate lace and threw them on the floor, leaving you gasping.
“You don’t need those, they’re ruined anyways…” You nodded and grabbed his wrist, he smirked as you moved his hand up to your lips and started slowly sucking on his two fingers.
“Fucking hell…” Thomas mumbled, his hand moved from his thigh to his growing bulge. He watched you hypnotised as Ethan’s fingers were disappearing in your mouth.
“Such a good slut” Ethan growled, taking them out of your mouth and in one swift movement pushing them into your soaked pussy.
You gasped loudly, feeling the pleasant stretch. His other hand squeezed around your throat as his fingers started slowly moving inside of you. Your hands started wandering over his bare chest, impatiently tugging on his belt. He chuckled and sped up his fingers, making you moan and pin your nails in his sides.
“Now, be a good girl and take care of Thomas” he said and pulled out his fingers, licking them clean while staring into your eyes.
“Yes, of course” you mumbled.
“Yes what?”
“Yes, daddy” you smiled as he kissed you softly, letting you taste yourself on his lips.
Thomas was sitting on the sofa with his long legs spread wide, he already unbuckled and unzipped his trousers, his large bulge was pushing against the material of his underwear, leaving a dark, wet stain of precum. You dropped to your knees in front of him and looked up at his flushed face.
“Hey you.” He mumbled, gently stroking your hair.
You smiled and pulled his trousers and boxers down, he lifted his hips to make it easier for you. His hard cock bounced back, making you gasp quietly.
“You’ll never get tired of it, hmm?” Ethan chuckled and sat down beside him, palming himself through his trousers.
“Never…” you purred and grabbed him firmly, giving him some slow strokes.
Thomas groaned and threw his head back with a smile plastered to his face. You gave his tip a few licks, before taking more of him into your mouth. Thomas’ hand immediately went to your head, he tanglinged his long fingers in your hair, giving your head movements the perfect rhythm.
Suddenly the door swung open, and an already drunk Damiano holding a bottle of wine appeared in the doorway. You only managed to pull Thomas out of your mouth before he leaned towards you, nuzzling your face to his stomach. He wrapped his arms around you, holding you close and hiding you from Damiano’s eyes.
“Cazzo, what do we have here?!” He blurted out, staring at you two with a grin.
“Damia, get the fuck out!” Thomas yelled.
“Oh since when you’re so selfish, hmm?” He almost fell on the ground but managed to catch the doorframe on time.
“Damia it’s a private party, go and find someone to fuck outside, will you?”
Ethan said through the gritted teeth. He wouldn’t mind as much but seeing your overwhelmed look he decided to keep things the way they were. Plus Damiano was awfully drunk which would be fun for no one.
“Alright, fuck you guys…see you later cucciola” he mumbled and left, shutting the door with a loud bang.
Thomas leaned back a little and looked down at you with a smile.
“I’m sorry, are you ok?” He asked while gently stroking your head.
“Yeah, I just got scared of who that was,” you said quietly and smiled back.
Thomas leaned down and kissed your forehead. Ethan got up and locked the door with a key.
“Now we should be safe” he winked at you and sat back on the couch.
“Where were we? Oh…” you said with a smirk and got back to Thomas’ cock. He started gasping again, his chest was raising and falling faster and faster. You kept taking him deep, choking around his length a little.
“Fuck that’s so good…I’m so close…”
Thomas whispered and tensed up. He came with a loud whimper, bucking his hips towards your face, spilling his cum in your throat. Your eyes got teary but you swallowed everything. He finally let go of your hair and sighed, still panting. You licked your lips clean and smiled at him.
“You’re gorgeous like that” he mumbled and leaned down to kiss you.
Ethan cleared his throat, reminding you about his presence. You smiled and glanced at him.
“Sorry…” you said with a grin.
“Oh yeah, I can see how sorry you are.” He said, his eyes were dark and his trousers could barely hold in his hard cock.
Thomas shifted to the side and patted the couch next to him. Ethan smiled and hummed.
“On your back” he growled and stood up, quickly getting rid of the rest of his clothes.
You laid on the couch with your head on Thomas’ lap, and legs bent. Ethan gave himself a few strokes before settling down on his knees in front of you. He watched your face as he kept teasing your entrance with his cock.
“You want it? Hmm?” He purred, stroking your thighs and wrapped your legs around his waist.
“Yes, please…” you whimpered.
In one strong push he slid inside of you, making you scream. It was so good that you almost instantly felt bliss. He gave you only a quick moment for adjusting before he started thrusting his hips hard and fast. His grunts and your moans filled the room. Thomas’ hands slipped under your dress and pulled it high enough to expose your tits. He started playing with them, squeezing them and pinching your nipples. He leaned into your ear.
“You’re doing great, look how well are you taking him. Such a good girl…” he said and pinched you just a bit harder.
Ethan kept slamming into you mercilessly, moving the entire couch with the three of you. His frustration set free all his animalistic features you loved so much. He was wild. You felt Thomas getting hard again, poking the back of your head.
“Come for me, fuck..” Ethan lost control completely, his thrusts were almost too much to take.
It didn’t take you long to get there. You came right with him, with a loud moan, clenching around his cock as he spilled inside of you. He almost growled, digging his fingers so hard in your hips that he surely left some bruising. As the two of you came down, he slipped out of you and kissed your tummy. Thomas put his two fingers under your chin and tilted your head up to meet your eyes.
“I think it’s my turn…” he purred.
His eyes got darker as he wrapped his hand around your throat. You noded, swallowing hard. Ethan moved away and leaned back on the pillows, still panting with a smirk on his face. Thomas let you go and smacked your thigh, making you sit up straight. He moved a little to the centre of the couch and sat down comfortably. His legs wide apart, the trousers and underwear still pulled down. You looked at his hard cock, twitching in his hand and smiled.
“Oh i know how much you love it.” He said with a grin. “Show me that i’m right” He slapped his lap, ordering you to straddle him.
With your legs still shaky after Ethan’s rough treatment, you managed to lift your dress a little, and climb onto Thomas. You felt Ethan’s cum dripping down your thigh and on Thomas’ skin. He hummed and gathered it along with your wetness and started stroking himself with a grin.
“What are you waiting for? Ride me, you slut.” he spat out and smacked your ass hard.
You sqeaked but his words made your pussy ache for even more. You moved a bit forward and lifted your hips to slowly slide down on Thomas’ cock. He grunted and firmly grabbed your hips, pulling you down on him. You whimpered, still sensitive after Ethan, but so eager for more.
“That’s it, good girl…” he muttered, and sqeezed your ass, moving your hips back and forward.
One of his hands went to your hair and yanked your head back. You sqeaked as the other pinched your nipple, making you thrust your hips a bit faster. Ethan kept watching the two of you with dreamy eyes, as the best show he could imagine for that evening. Thomas let go of your hair and spanked you again, leaving a red handprint on your ass. You kept riding him faster, enjoying his chaotic and loud breathing, his moans and grunts. Suddenly he slipped one of his hands between you two and grinned.
“I know how much you like my fingers, you greedy thing” You frowned but only for a moment. He gathered your juices dripping on both of you, and pushed his two fingers into your pussy, giving you an even bigger streatch.
“Fuck…Thomas…” you only managed to mumble, throwing your head back in pleasure. You pinned your claws in his shoulders, thrusting your hips faster and faster, chasing the sweet relief.
“Come, i know you want it” he purred, his other hand firmly gripping your hip.
You didn’t need much longer. A wave of spasms went through your body as you came with a loud moan, riding out your orgasm on his cock and fingers at once. He came right after you, filling you up with loud whimpers, thrusting his hips up uncontrollably. You felt like passing out, only his arms wrapped around you cought you on time as you came down. He lifted you up and at you on his lap. Your body was still trembling, overwhelmed but so damn satisfied. He pulled you close to his chest and kissed your head.
“You were amazing.” he whispered, making you smile.
As you bacame more aware of your surrounding, you noticed Ethan who moved closer and started cleaning you up with a towel. Thomas kept stroking your back and humming quietly. Ethan finished and leaned down to give you a soft kiss. He put your legs across his lap, and started massaging your thighs and calves.
“Everything alright cucciola?” He asked with a soft smile and concered look on his face.
“Better than i was hoping for.” You responded with a blissful smile.Thomas cleared his throat and looked down at you.
“Maybe…you could come over to our next gig?” he said and they all chuckled.
