Atreyu & Alessia | HENDRIX ALVAREZ'S PARTY | about 12:30
Fuck. The heat between them was growing fast than either of them really knew what to do with. OK, Atreyu knew damn well what to do with that heat but maybe not here? While he was only half aware of the people that surrounded them he was at least slightly aware the fact that this could very easily end up on TMZ and he really wasn't sure how he felt about that. Now if he could only get enough of his head back to focus on coming up with some sort of plan.
His girlfriend, however, seemed to have very different ideas. The way she moaned against his ear did nothing but sent increased waves of heat to his already rock hard erection. And then the ran her hand down the length of him, making him moan. Fuck. He really wanted her. He couldn’t help the wicked grin that crossed his face as she purred at him.
“I could think of a few ways to show you,” he told her as he leaned down to capture her lips. Her lips felt so perfect against his and all he could of where they could go. Atreyu knew The Whiskey well. The band had played here before. It had been a while but he still knew most of the security. It was the long moments before he forced himself to pull away from her.
“Come with me,” he told her as he weaved his fingers in between hers. He moved with direction as he leads her through the crowd before he reached one of the stage doors. The bouncer there didn't think twice about letting him pass. Rockstars like him tended to move entirely freely in places like this. The green rooms in the back were nice and mostly unoccupied. Atreyu pulled her to one and shut the door behind them before his arms curled around her pulling her close again.