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It was official; for about the hundredth time, the two members of the hit sensation Right Lane Ends were persuaded into going to Painesville, Ohio, for their first week of vacation time in months by the band’s sentimental vocalist. Liam sat with his chin resting in his hand, glaring out the airplane’s window, his attractive features arranged in such a dramatic scowl that he was certain Dieter could see it in the reflection on the glass, though Dieter stubbornly pretended not to.
Liam was the band’s unanimous leader, the one who made all the decisions. If someone had to pick the restaurant, the set list, the light placement on stage, it was Liam. There wasn’t any competition between the five members of the band, and it suited the guitarist just fine. He was tall and sinewy, his skin kissed a honey-hued shade and his hair dyed at the top in varying shades of blond. He was notorious for dressing in ‘stage clothes’ at all times of the day, and today was no different. His head was thickly wrapped in multicolored bandannas and his fine wrists choked with bracelets of varying size, colors, and style, worn jeans that were fashionably torn at the knees and a black leather vest that hugged his muscles shoulders and flared about his trim waist.
But it was not Liam that had ultimately brought the pair of them to Ohio. It was Dieter. He had been influenced yet again by the dark-haired, level headed singer who always seemed to be homesick for one reason or another. Liam regarded Dieter with a dark, thoughtful gaze until Dieter’s eyes floated towards him and met the glower he had been sporting for the last forty minutes of the plane’s descent.
”What is it?” asked Dieter softly, his voice low and a smile pulling at his sensual mouth. He could not hide the excitement in his green eyes as the pilot announced their landing and the people around them began to gather their things for the arrival at the airport. ”You’ve been wearing that sour face since you woke up.” There was a note of playful innocence in his voice. ”Did I do something wrong?”
Dieter was dressed elegantly in an open neck dress shirt that exposed the defined lines of his clavicle and was folded up to expose his finely muscled forearms. His hair was spiked dramatically, his blue eyes were ringed with a chalky black line of make-up, and both of his ears were pierced with simple studs.
”Did you really just ask me that?” responded Liam incredulously, his brows raised. He snorted as the plane drew to a halt and the passengers began to crowd the aisles, and reached above them and drew out his carry-on bag. ”I just can’t believe you convinced me to come with you. Simon and Kaiser went to LA, again.”
Dieter said nothing, but the soft smile that fluttered across his lips was response in itself.
”What’s with that face? You got a girl here?” he laughed. He slung his bag over his shoulder as they walked the narrow hallway to the airport lobby. He knew Dieter wasn’t going to answer him, so he didn’t bother pressing him. He collected his luggage and Dieter’s, and thrust his friend’s bag roughly at the slightly shorter and slightly more effeminate male, satisfactorily causing him to fall back a step. He strode passed him, a haughty smirk curling his lips. ”Well, you know the drill. I’ll see you at the hotel. Same suite as usual.”
”See you.”
And he was gone, vanishing into the crowd, leaving Dieter staring after him.
The singer stood there for a few moments and gathered his wits before he began walking towards the terminal where he had traditionally met up with a person who was very special to him and whose existence prompted these frequent visits to the small northern city. Unfortunately the arrogant guitarist was closer to him that the other members of RLE, so he was typically forced to bribing or begging to convince Liam to accompany him on his trip so he would not be alone.
He scanned the crowd, desperately, for a familiar face.
Liam was the band’s unanimous leader, the one who made all the decisions. If someone had to pick the restaurant, the set list, the light placement on stage, it was Liam. There wasn’t any competition between the five members of the band, and it suited the guitarist just fine. He was tall and sinewy, his skin kissed a honey-hued shade and his hair dyed at the top in varying shades of blond. He was notorious for dressing in ‘stage clothes’ at all times of the day, and today was no different. His head was thickly wrapped in multicolored bandannas and his fine wrists choked with bracelets of varying size, colors, and style, worn jeans that were fashionably torn at the knees and a black leather vest that hugged his muscles shoulders and flared about his trim waist.
But it was not Liam that had ultimately brought the pair of them to Ohio. It was Dieter. He had been influenced yet again by the dark-haired, level headed singer who always seemed to be homesick for one reason or another. Liam regarded Dieter with a dark, thoughtful gaze until Dieter’s eyes floated towards him and met the glower he had been sporting for the last forty minutes of the plane’s descent.
”What is it?” asked Dieter softly, his voice low and a smile pulling at his sensual mouth. He could not hide the excitement in his green eyes as the pilot announced their landing and the people around them began to gather their things for the arrival at the airport. ”You’ve been wearing that sour face since you woke up.” There was a note of playful innocence in his voice. ”Did I do something wrong?”
Dieter was dressed elegantly in an open neck dress shirt that exposed the defined lines of his clavicle and was folded up to expose his finely muscled forearms. His hair was spiked dramatically, his blue eyes were ringed with a chalky black line of make-up, and both of his ears were pierced with simple studs.
”Did you really just ask me that?” responded Liam incredulously, his brows raised. He snorted as the plane drew to a halt and the passengers began to crowd the aisles, and reached above them and drew out his carry-on bag. ”I just can’t believe you convinced me to come with you. Simon and Kaiser went to LA, again.”
Dieter said nothing, but the soft smile that fluttered across his lips was response in itself.
”What’s with that face? You got a girl here?” he laughed. He slung his bag over his shoulder as they walked the narrow hallway to the airport lobby. He knew Dieter wasn’t going to answer him, so he didn’t bother pressing him. He collected his luggage and Dieter’s, and thrust his friend’s bag roughly at the slightly shorter and slightly more effeminate male, satisfactorily causing him to fall back a step. He strode passed him, a haughty smirk curling his lips. ”Well, you know the drill. I’ll see you at the hotel. Same suite as usual.”
”See you.”
And he was gone, vanishing into the crowd, leaving Dieter staring after him.
The singer stood there for a few moments and gathered his wits before he began walking towards the terminal where he had traditionally met up with a person who was very special to him and whose existence prompted these frequent visits to the small northern city. Unfortunately the arrogant guitarist was closer to him that the other members of RLE, so he was typically forced to bribing or begging to convince Liam to accompany him on his trip so he would not be alone.
He scanned the crowd, desperately, for a familiar face.