who ? andre kirke and evan potter when ? friday, 12th august where ? music festival what ? evan being a quake groupie. sort of. rating ? nc-17 status ? complete
Evan really wasn’t convinced whether festivals were really his scene. Despite this, he had been having a very nice time with Caitlin. They’d seen a few performances before Quake came on and it had been quite enjoyable. And then Quake had started playing and Evan had been mesmerised. The music was nice. Evan didn’t really know much about music to have a very sophisticated opinion, but Evan had a lot of opinions about watching Andrew play. He had seen Andrew drum before, but that hadn’t been like this. Surrounded by his band and watched by the crowds. It was very fascinating and incredibly hot.
When Quake finished, Evan had made his way towards the backstage, assuring Caitlin that it was fine, they’d get let in and Evan would be able to go and make out with Andrew. Which was very much Evan’s plan. He’d pushed Caitlin off towards the rest of the band, walking over to Andrew, who was sweaty from performing, hair sticking up in odd angles. “You’re so fucking hot,” Evan told him really wanting to pull Andrew into a kiss before he had much chance to respond. He didn’t, though, smiling at Andrew instead. “I think I’m a Quake groupie now, I’ve been converted,” he told Andrew teasingly, eyes still wide as he took in the way Andrew looked.
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Though Andrew had invited Evan to gigs before, it had never really bothered him when it had turned out not to be a priority. He didn’t mind that Evan hadn’t seen him perform, because Evan seemed to like him just fine without it. So when Evan had said he was coming to the festival, Andrew hadn’t expected it would make a difference. Quake t-shirt or not, Andrew knew he wasn’t likely to be able to pick Evan out of the crowd while he was playing. So, when his nerves had gone into overdrive like they hadn’t in years before their set, he hadn’t understood why. He’d been clueless through their first song, and their second, until they got to the third - the one Andrew had helped write, the one with the most complicated percussion line - and he’d nailed it, and his first thought had been that Evan had been watching.
The rest of the performance passed in a blur, Andrew’s attention solely on his drums except in the brief pauses between songs, when he’d watch the movement of the crowd, watch people drawn in from the back by the cheering, wanting to find out more. He didn’t try to spot Evan - knowing he was there was enough. At least, until they finished. “Are we ready?” he asked Aisling. “Can we -” He stopped when he spotted Evan. “There you are.” He hadn’t known if Evan would come backstage right away, or if he’d want to watch some of the next set. He hadn’t been feeling particularly patient about it. Any questions about how Evan had found it were cut off by Evan’s compliments. “Oh yeah?” He studied the wide-eyed look on Evan’s face, drinking it in as he’d savoured the final round of applause. He didn’t try to resist the urge to touch Evan, setting a hand briefly on his hip before sliding it up to his waist, over his t-shirt. “I liked knowing you were out there,” he said, giving Evan a half-smile.
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“Here I am,” Evan agreed with a nod, moving in closer as Andrew’s hand came up to touch him. His own moved to mimic Andrew’s where it rested on Evan’s waist as he leaned in to press a kiss against Andrew’s lips. It wasn’t a long or a very thorough kiss, but that was mostly because Evan wasn’t sure he could stop himself from attempting to strip Andrew if he did kiss him more. “You looked amazing,” Evan commented. “And sounded,” he added with a small shrug. The band had sounded amazing, but Evan had a very limited knowledge base to judge what amazing in terms of music really was. He hadn’t hated it, so there was that. The drums had been great, but Evan didn’t know whether that was because Andrew was very talented (he was) or because Evan just liked loud noises (he did).
It was nice that Andrew said he had enjoyed knowing Evan was there. It made Evan feel a tiny bit of guilt for not having come and seen Andrew play before. Now that he had seen how hot Andrew looked doing it, though, Evan definitely intended to go more often. Leaning in closer, Evan brushed his lips against Andrew’s ear. “So hot,” Evan said, teeth brushing against the soft skin. “Makes me really want to show you how hot,” he added, pushing his hips forward so Andrew could at least get an idea of how hot.
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Andrew knew Evan didn’t have a lot to compare their performance to, in terms of sound, but he appreciated Evan saying it was amazing anyway. It had been a good set - the rest of Quake had agreed with Andrew on that before Evan had arrived. “Did your friend enjoy it? Caitlin?” Andrew still hadn’t met Caitlin, as far as he knew, but he still wanted to make sure she’d had a good time, since she was a fan. He could see her over Evan’s shoulder, excitedly talking to the others. He’d have to say hello -
But not immediately. He shivered pleasantly as Evan’s teeth grazed against his ear. “Oh,” he said, smirking. “It’s like that.” Surely it would come as no surprise that he wasn’t going to say no. He did want to go dancing with the others, but they could always catch up later. “We’ve got a trailer thing,” he told Evan. It was theoretically for the whole band, of course, but no one else was using it right now. “D’you want to -” He gave Evan’s hip a little shove, to push him in the direction of said trailer.
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“She did very much enjoy it,” Evan confirmed because even if he hadn’t watched the performance with Caitlin, Evan would be pretty confident in saying that she had enjoyed it. Caitlin was a proper fan, far more than Evan could pretend to be. He had enjoyed it, but music really wasn’t the sort of thing Evan thought he could be a fan of. Andrew, though, whilst Evan probably couldn’t count as being a fan of, he did deeply appreciate and enjoy. Which kind of was what fans did, no? Though, people probably weren’t ‘fans’ of people they were in a relationship with, despite all the appreciation in the world.
At the suggestion of a trailer, Evan gave a small laugh. “Do I get to be a proper groupie?” He asked curiously. Evan didn’t actually know what groupies did other than throw themselves at the objects of their desire, and he could definitely do that. The way Andrew was close, his hand on Evan like how Evan’s was on him, made for a rather intimate conversation if Evan kept his voice down. The benefits of close proximity, he thought. “To be honest,” he said to Andrew with smile that was probably bordering wicked. “I’d blow you behind the bins if it came to it, but I assume a trailer might be better,” Evan told him. “And more hygienic,” he added since it would be.
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“I think to be a proper groupie, you have to come to more than one concert,” Andrew said. He didn’t know what the dictionary definition was, but he felt like groupies definitely followed bands from stop to stop on a tour, rather than just turning up to the one concert that happened to be nearest. Of course, magic made that somewhat easier. “But this can be step one.” As he lead Evan away from the stage, he was fairly certain someone called after them - but judging by the tone, it wasn’t something they needed to respond to. Evan’s wicked smile made it very difficult to resist pressing him up against the nearest vertical surface, but Andrew did his best. “And ruin our record of very romantic blowjobs?” he asked, sounding about as horrified as possible while grinning and pressing his hand to the small of Evan’s back.
Inside the trailer, he wasted no time in fishing his wand from the bag with his spare clothes and warding the door. “Clean enough?” he asked, waving a hand around the dressing room before hooking a finger through Evan’s belt loop and pulling him closer. He didn’t care how clean it was, or about the fact that even from here he could hear the next act starting their set. His focus had narrowed to Evan, to cupping the back of his neck with one hand as he poured all his excess energy into a kiss.
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Evan followed Andrew happily, giving a laugh at the suggestion that they couldn’t possibly ruin their excellent record of romantic blowjobs. When they made it to the trailer, Evan didn’t really look around before agreeing that it was clean enough, his eyes not leaving Andrew. Evan responded to the kiss eagerly, maybe even too eagerly as his hands run over Andrew’s side and then made their way to his belt buckle. Undoing it was easy both because Evan had a lot of practice and also because Evan had a lot of determination to get Andrew’ undressed right now. Once unbuckled, Evan pushed the belt out of his way, hands slipping into Andrew’s jeans.
Breaking the kiss, Evan grinned at Andrew. “So very hot,” he repeated, because Andrew really was and Evan had every intention of illustrating how much he meant it. The smile not leaving his lips, Evan slid to his knees, dragging Andrew’s jeans and underwear down as he went. “Most romantic of blowjobs,” he muttered before taking Andrew in his mouth, hand coming up to hold onto Andrew’s hip, as Evan proceeded to provide a blowjob that he assumed counted as romantic because he had called it such.
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Andrew did his best to bite back a groan at the feeling of Evan’s mouth on him. He hadn’t put up a silencing charm, because he wanted to be able to hear the music. It added something, knowing they were doing this - not in public, exactly, but somewhere other than their bedrooms. It did mean he had to at least try to be quiet, which wasn’t something Andrew was particularly good at.
“Fuck, Evan.” Clearly, this wasn’t going to take very long. That seemed fitting too. Andrew’s fingers curled into a fist, dragging the material of Evan’s t-shirt off his shoulder. He breathed encouragements which, even if Evan had been able to hear them over the music, would probably have been useless. Evan knew what he was doing, and didn’t need to be told not to stop.
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Whilst Evan really couldn’t hear much of Andrew’s verbal responses over the music, he didn’t really need to. By now Evan was well versed in what kind of things got what sort of responses, his mental catalogue of the noises Andrew made was well stocked. Not that Evan didn’t want to hear them, he always did, but he could also feel Andrew’s physical responses under his hand where held Andrew, as well as his mouth that was doing a great deal to encourage such responses.
There was no stopping until Evan felt Andrew come, swallowing and licking, pleased at his success. Once satisfied, Evan came back up with kisses scattered here and there until finally pressing one against Andrew’s lips. “Wanted to do that since you first came out on the stage,” Evan told him breathlessly. “You’re so hot,” he repeated for what must’ve been the hundredth time. “I want everything about you,” Evan added in between kisses. It was true. Andrew was just perfect.
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Andrew hummed appreciatively against Evan’s lips, his hands moving to clutch the back of Evan’s shirt. “That’s going to be at the back of my mind any time you come watch now,” he said. It didn’t seem like a bad thing. Potentially distracting, but Andrew was fairly certain even the thought of Evan couldn’t distract him from playing - not badly enough to be noticed.
He slipped a hand round to cup Evan through his jeans. “My turn to show you how hot you are?” he asked, kissing Evan again before he had a chance to reply. It was easy to drag Evan’s zip down as they kissed - with more groping than was strictly necessary, perhaps. Andrew did have to pull away to work the buckle open, opening the jeans and pushing them down Evan’s hips.
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“A reward for playing so well,” Evan muttered against Andrew’s lips. He wasn’t sure if Andrew required sexual motivation to play well, but honestly, Evan was pretty sure this would be his reaction every time he came to watch Andrew play. Maybe it was good he hadn’t done so previously. Then again, it was hardly as if Evan was going to run out of blowjobs to give any time soon.
When Andrew announced that it was his turn, Evan attempted a ‘you don’t have to’ but it kind of got swallowed up into Andrew’s kiss and then there was hands down Evan’s trousers and any objection was quickly forgotten in favour of pushing his hips forward. “Fuck,” Evan exhaled, doing his best to move into Andrew’s touch. Being a groupie suddenly seemed like the best thing ever. On the presumption that Evan could forever stay only Andrew’s groupie. He liked that.
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Andrew really didn’t need any more reward for playing than the rush of performing, but he wasn’t going to object. “So is this a reward for you braving the mud to come see me?” he asked, sucking a light pink mark over one of the tendons in Evan’s neck. “Or just a reward for being hot?” He liked that better.
There had never been any question of Andrew having to, he just wanted to. Especially with the way Evan was leaning into him, breathless. Andrew didn’t bother to fix his own trousers before he knelt, sliding Evan’s jeans down just enough. This wasn’t the time or the place for teasing, so Andrew just grinned up at Evan once before he curled a hand around Evan’s hip and used it to pull him closer.
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Evan wished to question whether one thing could be reward for both of those, because he didn’t object for it to cover both things. The mud hadn’t actually been so bad he felt he required rewards, but at the same time Evan was very unlikely to turn them away. But then Andrew slid down on his knees and grinned at Evan and he forgot all the things he was going to ask, in favour of gasping out Andrew’s name when his mouth hit its target.
Whether it was the situation or skill, or most likely both, it didn’t take a great deal of time for Evan’s body to respond to Andrew’s efforts. There was a mix of sounds and lost efforts in saying words that accompanied Evan’s orgasm, before his breath made its rather slow return. Pulling Andrew up, Evan kissed him, bodies pressed close together as both of them stood there half naked and spent. It made Evan laugh into the kiss. “Where do I rank as a Quake groupie?” Evan asked with a grin, fingers tangled into Andrew’s hair at the back of his head as Evan held their faces close.
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“Careful,” Andrew muttered when Evan’s fingers slid into his hair, but the words were half-hearted and Andrew didn’t actually make any effort to move away from the touch. He’d seen his hair after a performance plenty of times, and he knew it was already far from perfect. If they were going to go dancing, he’d need to sort it out. Right now, though, kissing Evan back seemed more important. Accordingly, he nipped gently at Evan’s lower lip when he laughed. At the question, he hummed in feigned consideration, then smirked. “Well, you’re the best I’ve ever had,” he offered.
It was true. Andrew had slept with people who were fans of the band before (though never in the dressing room, or before he’d changed and fixed his hair), but none of them had been remotely like Evan. He hadn’t cared about them beyond the usual amount he cared about strangers who liked his music, and they hadn’t known him. Evan knew exactly how to touch him, what he liked. If Andrew had known how much difference that made, perhaps he’d have sought it out earlier.
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Andrew’s proclamation that Evan was the best groupie he had ever had, made Evan give a low, heartfelt and amused laugh. “Go me, proving sustainable relationships provide better blowjobs than one night festival shags,” he said teasingly, kissing Andrew again, before he reached down to get his trousers back on. “Though, do you think I have to sexually pursue the rest of your band to establish where I rank in the land of groupies?” Evan asked once he stood back up again, hands doing up the zip on his jeans.
After a moment of considering the question, Evan gave a small shake of his head. “I’m not sure I’m very interested in that,” he said referring to any sexual experimentation he might do with anyone who wasn’t Andrew. It didn’t seem in any way appealing, quite frankly. “Maybe I’ll just stick with being an Andrew-groupie rather than a Quake-groupie,” Evan said thoughtfully, leaning in to press another kiss against Andrew’s lips. “I’d like that much more,” he added after.
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“Much better,” Andrew agreed, stroking his fingers in patterns over Evan’s hips until Evan pulled his trousers back up, thus cutting off Andrew's access. He pouted, but followed suit. “I don’t think Xavier and Aisling have ever had groupies,” he said thoughtfully. “And Axel’s got a girlfriend. So it’s just Ken’s groupies. And Mary-Anne’s.” Mary-Anne hadn’t been in the band long enough yet for Andrew to know how she dealt with fans. He had an inkling it might be amusing to find out, in the nicest possible way.
Andrew, too, would prefer if Evan didn’t pursue the rest of the band. (He also didn’t think any of them would agree, seeing as they knew Evan and Andrew were together.) “You’re definitely the best Andrew-groupie,” he assured Evan, smiling into the kiss. “Do you want to go dancing? Once I’ve changed.” He was still rather sweaty, after all.
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Evan wasn’t really all that disappointed that he stood no chance with majority of Quake to find out his groupie rank. As statistically interesting as that was, it really didn’t actually have much appeal (or any appeal) to Evan. He much rather stayed an Andrew-groupie. “An achievement I shall be very proud of,” he said teasingly with more kisses. If being the best Andrew-groupie meant more kisses, Evan was never going to complain, he was pretty sure.
“Dancing,” Evan repeated with a frown. They hadn’t done that since the first night when Andrew had tried to explain the purpose of dancing to Evan, which had really just lead to them making out and Evan smashing Andrew’s already broken nose. But Evan did recall how enthusiastic Andrew had been about dancing before that had happened. “I want more making out as a reward, though,” Evan decided with a nod. “Naked making out,” he clarified since that seemed like a reasonable bargaining option.
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“Does this make me an Evan groupie?” he asked, more of himself than actually of Evan. Did it count if Evan wasn’t famous? He thought it probably did, because Andrew would certainly term himself a fan of Evan’s general Evanness. “Or do we need to find one more non-bedroom place to have sex before it can count?” Bedrooms definitely didn’t count for groupie purposes.
Andrew laughed at Evan’s terms. “Naked making out,” he obliged. “But once we get home.” He was fairly sure Evan wasn’t suggesting they engage in naked making out while they were dancing, especially as Xavier and Aisling and probably other members of Quake were going to be there. “As much naked making out as you like.” He reluctantly pulled away from Evan to root through his bag for a clean t-shirt and some hair gel. He was going to try very, very hard not to take an hour this time.
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Evan was about to object that he wasn’t sure Andrew could be an Evan-groupie or that anyone could really be a groupie of anyone who didn’t do music. Groupies, as far as Evan was aware was very much a music thing, other professions had different names for them. But then Andrew asked if they needed to have sex in more non-bedroom places and all of Evan’s objection went out the window. “Yes,” he confirmed. “We should definitely have sex in non-bedroom places,” he informed Andrew, though Evan really didn’t have any idea what those places might be. They’d had sex in tents before, and that was sort of non-bedroom-y? But they had also slept in the said tents so maybe that didn’t count.
When Andrew moved away to go through his bag, Evan nodded. “Once we get home is perfectly acceptable for naked making out,” Evan noted, watching Andrew get out a shirt from the bag. Then followed by hair gel. Throwing himself rather dramatically on a chair nearby, Evan sighed. “We’re going to be here forever,” he proclaimed. “Sometimes I can feel myself age when you do your hair, you know?” Evan announced equally as dramatically as his throwing himself on the chair had been. Bringing his hand up, Evan run his fingers over his face. “Wrinkles developing everywhere,” he informed Andrew with zero conviction in his words. If anything, Evan quite enjoyed watching Andrew do his hair. Mostly because he looked so determined.
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Andrew wasn’t sure what those places should be either. He’d forgotten about the tent, though he’d probably have counted it if he’d remembered. Groupies and tents and festivals all seemed to go together well, after all. “We’ll keep an eye out,” he decided. “For opportunities. Sexpertunities?” No, it was hopeless, he wasn’t as good at smashing words together as Evan was. “Groupertunities?” That was better, at least.
Evan’s dramatics were not exactly unexpected, but Andrew summoned up a frown from somewhere. “You wouldn’t want to be seen with me if I looked like I was dragged backwards through a hedge, would you?” he asked, affecting his best ‘outraged elderly woman’ tone. Though, really, he was pretty sure Evan wouldn’t even see why that might be a problem. “I’ll be quick,” he promised. He really did want to go dancing. He changed his shirt first, then sat down in front of the mirror, attention focused on his wayward hair.
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“Sexpertunities!” Evan repeated excited. As far as he was concerned, that went very well with his ‘sexpeditions’ and ‘sexvestigations’. Basically, Evan was pretty sure that any sort of adventures mixed together with sex were acceptable. For as long as they also involved Andrew. Evan had no interest in any sex related adventures happening if Andrew wasn’t there. He wasn’t sure what the point would be.
At Andrew’s suggestion that Evan wouldn’t want to be seen with him if he didn’t do his hair, Evan frowned. Mostly as he tried to imagine what Andrew might look like if he had, in fact, been dragged backwards through a hedge. Wouldn’t only his back be messed up then? So he’d still look pretty Andrew-like from the front. But Evan also wasn’t sure who was going to really mind what Andrew looked like with Evan. If anything, Evan suspected the opposite was more likely to be true. “The quicker you can do it, the closer I promise to dance,” Evan announced, spinning around in the chair like a child.