“I was doing it again,
wasn’t I?” Jagger said. “Mimicking Draven.”
“Yeah, but not every time
so it’s all good. The more we practice the less it’ll happen. What I’m
suggesting we do now is more about getting you out of your head so you’ll stop
thinking about everything so hard and start interacting with everyone. Just to
make something clear here in case it wasn’t crystal to you last night, but the
auditioning part is over. You’ve got the gig. From here on out it’s about us
getting ready to hit the road.”
Robbie paused for a
moment, searching Jagger’s face, waiting to be certain the words had sunk in
before he continued. At least Jagger wasn’t abusing his lip anymore, though the
teasing smirk he’d had in the kitchen was still gone. He had Jagger’s full
attention though, the man steadily meeting his gaze without hesitation.
“For this part of the
session, we’re going to take the mic out of the stand and put it behind you so
it’s not in your way and you’re not tempted to look at it.” Robbie explained, as
he did just that, handing Jagger the mic and watching as he seemed uncertain of
what to do with the cord and started wrapping part of the length around his
wrist.
“Yeah, you don’t wanna do
that, either,” Robbie said as he unwound it. “Let’s just get rid of this whole
setup and go with the cordless.”
By the time he’d swapped
them out, Kayden had finished adjusting the lights and Mickey was turned back
around to face him, a clear sign he had the tracks ready.
Robbie handed over the
new mic and stood several feet in front of Jagger. “Now, you’re gonna sing, and
you’re gonna seduce me while you’re doing it.”
“Ohh, this oughta be
fun,” Kayden said as he plugged his guitar back in.
“Pretend we’re in a club
or wherever you usually hang out to pick up people,” Robbie said. “You want my
attention, but you’re not just gonna walk up and ask for it, so you’ve got to
use your body to get my eyes on you and I promise, I’m not gonna make it easy.”
“Damn, I didn’t peg you
for the hard-to-get type,” Jagger shot back, a hint of that teasing grin returning.
Good, that was exactly
what Robbie wanted. If Jagger could learn to flirt with the crowd, he’d have
them eating out of his palm, of that there was no doubt.
“In this instance, the
circumstances call for it,” Robbie remarked. “It’s up to you to erase that and
figure out just how easy I can be.”
As soon as the words left
his lips, Kayden started snickering, while Mickey just rolled his eyes in
disbelief.
“Want me to start this
thing now or what?” Mickey asked.
“Hit it.”
While the drum track did his job for him, Robbie half-turned away from Jagger, still able to see him, while keeping his own face in the shadows where Jagger wouldn’t easily be able to read his expressions. Kayden joined in, as did Mickey once he’d resumed his spot, while Jagger waited for his cue before he started singing.
The last thing he’d ever have expected was to see Jagger slinking like a jungle cat, his movements long and languid, clearly designed to entice, which meant he could dance and he wasn’t self-conscious about using his body to tease or attract attention. Hell, if this had been an actual club, Robbie would have enjoyed seeing how they moved together, but for this to work, there could be no instant gratification. Jagger was going to have to be persistent through more than just a song or two.
When he moved close, Robbie moved away, or turned, like he was having a conversation with someone else and wasn’t interested. The longer it went on, the more he noticed a slight change in Jagger’s delivery, a hint of attitude creeping in along with a tiny dose of impatience which only served to enhance the mood of the song.
Frustration.
Desperation.
Longing.
Need.
As Jagger moved from song to song he started using the words like a dialogue, making it damned difficult for Robbie to continue ignoring him. He had to though. He needed to see what else seeped out the longer they continued to play this little game, ‘cause damn, Jagger’s voice was growing stronger in ways they’d only seem glimmers of earlier in the day. It was like last night when he’d sung Curses from the Edge and all of his walls had been stripped away. This was why Johnny had sent him to them, not for his ability to mimic, which he’d readily assumed. Jagger tore open his soul when he stopped thinking and gave himself over to a song, and that was the kind of singer they’d need to win back over their fans and the record company.
Somewhere in the middle of the second song, Jagger let out a growl at the end of a line that went straight to Robbie’s cock. He felt it thickening in his pants, but what he saw when he turned towards him was that Jagger was the one who was moving away, towards Kayden, like he knew the other man was an easier target.
There was a brief moment of hesitation, like Jagger wasn’t quite sure how not to get in the way of the guitar, so he moved to the side of him and Kayden turned, using body language to get Jagger to lean against him, shoulders pressed together for a little while, then Jagger slid an arm around him and leaned against his side, gazing up at Kayden like he was singing the song just for him.
Kayden flashed him a wicked smile and pressed their heads together, his playing never faltering as he was used to interacting this way. Then Jagger’s eyes sought out Robbie’s and he shot him a knowing smirk, ‘cause he had Robbie’s attention now, having won the game, so to speak, simply by turning the tables on Robbie and introducing a little competition into the game.
They shared the mic to sing the next verse, faces pressed so close all one of them had to do was turn their heads a little and…
Yup. There it was.
Like they’d read his mind, they both turned, sharing a filthy kiss after the bridge as Kayden kept on playing. Was hot as hell to watch and even hotter to see them break apart still wearing heated looks of desire. Jagger tipped that mic up and started flicking his tongue at it while Kayden played a guitar solo, the pair breaking into a dance that was half seduction as they moved away from one another, until Jagger backed into an amp and feel backwards over top of it. The thud of him hitting the ground and the ooofff of air leaving his lungs echoed through the mic, but Jagger had clearly had falls happen before because he kept right on singing, finishing the song on the floor.
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