THE PROPOSAL by Stez

You push open the door of the rather large dressing room and breath a sigh of relief as a cloud of smoke greets you. Without hesitation you enter causing the two men in the room to freeze their conversation and throw a huge smile in your direction. Nicky and Sean were now two of your closest friends, you felt bad that you could not see them as often as you wished. But there was someone you were closer to who was missing from the group,
“Where’s Jay” you ask after sharing hugs with the people in front of you. And as if by cue, a man emerged from a door on the other side of the room, wearing tight jeans and struggling to put on a white v-neck top while walking. As his head reappeared from beneath the cotton, the face dropped its tired, lifeless expression and replaced it with one of happiness. Your arms fling open and within moments you find them stretching behind his neck as his cling to your back. He whispers softly in your ear
“You’re late” and pushes you away flashing cheeky grin. You know he’s just tired from the concert so you ignore his lack of affection. You used to go out with him so you got to know him well, nut you split up due to his touring and became really good friends. As he slumps down on the sofa you shuffle towards the door urging the man standing there to come closer,
“Ermm, guys” only James looks up, the others are indulging in their game of sonic on their mega-drive, “I’ve got someone I’d like you to meet”. You now have everyone’s undivided attention. “This is my friend Joe. Actually, ermm, he’s my fiancé.” And after a brief silence the tall, skinny man rises and offers you both his congratulations. This eases your nerves and you break into a huge smile. Sean also comes and hugs you and amongst all the best wishes you receive you can’t help but notice James still sat on the sofa, eyes fixated on your loved one. While Sean and Nicky start up a conversation you go and kneel in front of James staring him in his hate filled eyes. “Everything all right” you ask. He tries to shake off his expression and convince you everything is fine but you aren’t fooled.
“Just be happy”, and with that he gets up and strides over to reluctantly shake Joe’s hand.
After about ten minutes talking Nicky sends Joe to go to the bar for him and he follows orders. You later excuse yourself to go to the toilet. As your rinse your hands in the sink you become aware that James is behind you.
“I thought you weren’t ready for marriage,” he mutters.
“What” you ask back, spinning away from the mirror so you are facing him.
“We split up because you ‘weren’t ready’. What’s different now?” The shock of the question stumps you for a while.
“It’s been five years, things change, people change”. Trying to shield yourself from his gaze you turn and stare down at the sink.
“Was it me?” You avoid the question by rinsing your face with water. As you try to lift up your head again you feel his tight fist around your elbow pulling you towards him. You shake with fear as he spits at your face “Was it me?” Scared you reply
“No, no. It just happened”. He suddenly draws you in forcing his soft lips against yours. You can feel his stubble against your chin. You are wincing in pain yet there is still an aspect of pleasure in this forced kiss. He releases that you are upset and his eyes fill with shock as you rub your now sore arms.
“Sorry, I’m so sorry” he says as he rushes out of the room, realising the power of what he has just done. You feel like calling him back saying you enjoyed it but he is gone too soon. You stare back at the mirror readjusting your hair.
As you leave the toilets you hear two familiar voices screaming at each other. James’ is the most prominent. You turn the corner to find James pinning Joe against the corridor wall.
“How dare you, I never want to see you again. Leave her alone from now on, she deserves better!” he shouts. Joe lets out a provocative laugh causing James to fly into a rage and punch him as hard as he could, sending him spinning to the floor. You run to by your fiancé’s side, kneeling, wiping the blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. You glare at James who is staring at the ground.
“You had to interfere, I was happy. Just go. Go! Piss off”. And with that he storms down the corridor bursting through the stage door. You notice now that Joe has risen and is approaching the exit. “Joe, wait for me”. He carries on screaming;
“Fuck off!” as he leaves. You snap and charge after James. When you reach the stage you find it completely trashed, in a worse state than it had at the end of the show, with the sounds of growls and smashing equipment echoing through the room. You spot your target standing by the edge of the stage about to throw down his favourite Les Paul Custom in a fit of rage.
“Wait!” you shout, “ If anyone’s going to that it’ll be me” and you march towards him holding out your arm out. He lowers it to his side and stares at you blankly. He snarls at you now, you can almost feel his hot breath as he exhales. With one swift movement he forcefully raises the guitar and sends it crashing to the ground, whilst letting out a loud roaring noise after it’s release. “Fine,” you say with a hint of bitterness in your voice, “If you think that will solve everything, carry on, but let me have a go too.” And with that you walk over to the drum kit behind you and begin picking up the pieces and slamming them down. James is now watching you, giving you a look that is half of pity and half of anger.
“Don’t do that, just leave me alone” he says turning to face the front.
“Don’t do that! What do you mean ‘don’t do that’. I didn’t want you to interfere, but you had to, I didn’t want you to ruin my relationship, but you had to. How dare you! Can’t you just keep out? I would have been better off with him if you’re going to be like this.” The words just rush out of you, leaving you gasping for air at the end. James tackles you forcing you to drop the symbol you had been holding to the floor. His hands tightly grasping your wrists for the second time that night.
“Don’t ever say that. I was doing what was best for you! Can’t you see?” he screams, shaking you ever more aggressively “Can’t you see?” You begin to struggle now and look for some way out. You lift up your knee and force it into his groin as hard as possible. This freezes him, making him grab his crotch and scream in pain (sorry James). You make your escape, running straight for the door, but you take one more look back. That was your biggest mistake. You had forgot that the stage was a mess now and failed to notice the cable obstructing your path. Your body falls forward quickly and it is not long before your head hits the speaker. Nothing.
“Steph, Steph? Are you awake?” a soft voice calls from above you. You open your eyes to see two brown circles staring back. “Enjoy your trip?” He says with a slight, cheeky grin. You try to smile back but you are too confused as to what happened. “He cheated on you.”
“Huh?” you respond, still not sure what he is talking about.
“Joe, I’ve seen him before, last week, in the bar, he was with someone else.” You bolt up, staring into his eyes searching for more.
“How can you be sure it was him?”
“The girl is a friend of mine. I knew straight away but couldn’t tell you.” You had now lost his gaze as your eyes filled with tears. You feel his muscular arm slipping round your back as attempts to comfort you, and your head collapses onto his broad shoulder. After a few minutes he breaks the silence. “I would never do that, never. You deserve so much more.” Your eyes lock back with his prompting you to raise your head so your lips met his. They were soft and tender. He pulls back, checking it is all right with you if he carries on, but he only has to look at the smile that takes over your face to know everything is fine. He cups your face in his hands and kisses the tears off your cheeks. He lowers you to the floor supporting your head as it drops. His lips are against your again, his lips edging apart in search of your tongue. Not wanting to disappoint him you push it towards him, allowing him to massage it with his. His hand that was cradling your face has lowered itself so it is stroking your thigh, but he is hesitant as to where to next. You decide to help him by gently grabbing his hand and placing it on your chest. He takes the hint and slowly unbuttons your shirt before moving his lips down across your neck to your nipples, kissing you every step of the way. When he reaches your nipple he circles it slowly with his tongue, making constant eye contact with you. “Are you cold” he asks with a slight wink pointing out your erect nipples. You smile back and he whispers “Relax. I’ll treat you fine.” So you lie back and close your eyes. He rolls his tongue across your stomach breathing heavily; you can feel his erection stroking your leg softly. As he moves lower he slides your skirt off, leaving you completely naked. He looks up with that same cheeky smile that attracted you to him in the first place. His tongue starts exploring your body and it soon finds it’s way to your clit. His tongue is pulsating against you; you can feel the excitement brewing. You moan softly as he moves to your opening, he definitely knew what he was doing. Just as you are about to peak you decide to bring him up, and signal him to do so. Within seconds your eyes are locked again and you stare in silence. Your hands reach down to undo his flies. His very large penis pokes out, it is bigger than you remembered. Knowing what to do he slides into you, without friction. He takes several slow strokes before quickening the pace. It gets hot and fast, you become dizzy, but as he is being so nice to you, you decide to help him by meeting his thrusts with your own. It last long and you cum twice. He keeps slowing to stop himself, it shows how much he wants to please you, but when you flash him a grin he knows its his turn and you soon feel his cum bursting into you. He rolls off you and lies on his back panting. You both stay there in silence, keeping eye contact.
“Steph,” he says, rolling on to his side. You roll onto yours to show that he has your attention. You can see the sweat clinging to his forehead. “Still don’t want to marry me?” he says, with a hint of laughter. You lie back giggling then the silence returns.
“Course I bloody do.” And you reach over and kiss him.



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