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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.
 
Seth was excited. Dieter was coming to visit him, and the blond could NOT be happier. He loved when his friend visited him .He always missed the man when he was away on his tour. He understood that his fans were important to him. How could he not? He just did not like that he was not there to be with him. They had been friends since he could remember, and being apart for what? Six months this time? It was like torture! He always was extra happy when Dieter came to visit.

Green eyes sparkled – much more than normal – as the male bounced on the balls of his heels. Rocking to and fro on his feet and swinging a little bit more to just amuse himself. He really was getting a little bit impatient with his waiting. He got to the airport a good hour before he had to. Paced through the halls, got a few suspicious looks from the security and questioned once or twice. He got laughed at when he told one of the women he was waiting for Dieter of Right Lane ends, but that was not important to him. What was? His friend was coming!

Spotting the male, he took in a deep breath and grinned instantly. “Terry!” Yep. Nicknames really were fun. He bounced a little bit more as he walked toward the male, laughing lightly as he saw the shocked expressions of the women around him.

Moving to the male, he instantly wrapped his arms around the man’s form instantly. He hugged him tightly and nuzzled into his head a little more with a soft sigh. “I’ve missed you! Aaah. It's been too long.” He laughed again and hugged him a little more. Sighing softly, he stepped back and took a hold of his bag, swinging it up and onto his shoulder. “Come on! I’m starved.” He laughed as he looked up at the other, grinning just a bit more. Yep. Definitely happy. He had already been thinking about the things that they could do while he was here! Okay, from the moment he had confirmation that THIS would be when Dieter would visit him, he instantly had plans. Movies. A concert or two. A play that he had wanted to see, but not go alone. The list went on and on for quite a while. he just had to simplify it and think about which ones he wanted most.

Whenever Dieter would visit, the man would instantly be happy. And why? He had quite the little - major - crush on him. He had quite the strong feelings for him for a long time. he just did not know how to tell him, or if he even wanted to. How awkward would that be? He did not want that to happen. He gladly accepted friendship over everything else. Better to be with him, than with him. Besides, he was fairly sure that the other was undeniably straight. So, yes, he was more than happy to just be friends.

[[ I'll try and think where to have my second guy pop up <33 ]]
 
Dieter moved through the crowd towards the familiar voice like Moses through the Red Sea; people parted instinctively to allow him passage, their eyes riveted on the striking face that adorned billboards and television shows but was not worn by a seemingly commonplace teenager in an airport in Ohio. There were a few excited gasps as he was recognized, and a great murmur passed through the terminal like a tidal wave- a famous person, right here in Painesville!
But Dieter paid them no mind, his eyes focused on Seth as though they were completely alone. And it was with this same level of intimacy that he accepted the arms wrapping around his body, dropping his bags to return the hug with more vigor even than the one he received.

”Geeze, Seth. You’re still calling me that?” he joked, his breath warm on his friend’s ear, his arms unwilling to break the embrace despite how awkward it was beginning to seem. He knew, however, that Seth wouldn’t even notice, that he wouldn’t think twice about the pained expression that he knew crept into his eyes when it was over, like he had been deprived of something as precious as the air he breathed. He kept a hand possessively upon Seth’s shoulder as long as he could manage as they moved through the air port.

He laughed good naturedly as his friend began to babble about plans, the grin on his face more genuine than any portrayed in the posters and t-shirts. ”You still like that little diner on the street where I used to live? You remember?” the vocalist asked quietly, shooting Seth a nervous glance from the corner of his eyes. It was a long shot, but something that had happened there made it stand out in his mind more clearly than ever. He honestly didn’t know if the place was still there, it had been years since he had lived there. ”We used to go there all the time.”

They were followed by envious eyes and the flashes of cameras as they exited the building. The air was cooler than he remembered, and crisp, as it whipped his dark hair around his face and tore at his exposed forearms, raising goose bumps along his flesh. He put an arm around Seth’s shoulder as they hailed a cab, a half pathetic attempt to shield him from the stabbing flashes of the cameras at their backs. It was only a matter of time before the questions would start coming.


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”Watch it, asshole!”

The sound of a car horn blared, and Liam responded merely by flicking up his middle finger as the vehicle tore away from the curb, but it was with a note of familiarity as he watched it speed away. He tucked something into the pocket of his tight pants, and shifted the backpack on his back. Obviously, the guitarist hadn’t gone straight to the hotel, as he had told Dieter he was.

He was in a shadier area of town where he went unrecognized by most of the slum kids as they went about their business, tossing him looks of contempt more than likely due to the lavish style of his rock star clothing and the way he carried himself with an air of aloofness. He met the eyes of a grungy boy across the street with venom, and resisted the urge to put up his finger again. He was going to have fun tonight, with or without Dieter. He knew he had a lover out here or something; there was no other explanation for it. He acted all secretive when they came out here, and what exactly was there to do here? Then, as if in sarcastic response to this thought, his cell phone gave a final cry of defeat before succumbing to death by lack of battery power, shutting him off and leaving him stranded.

”Mother fucker!”

Liam made the best of his situation when he was here by crashing parties, enjoying the effect of his presence on the girls around here. They swooned before him, and there was never a shortage of girls that were willing to let him have them if he so chose. Even the guys gave him berth.

Unfortunately for Liam his taxi driver had abandoned him despite his explicit orders to wait for him around the corner, and hailing another would be near impossible. They didn’t come down this way unless specifically instructed to do so, so he would have to find a pay phone. Honestly, he had never used one of the disgusting devices before in his life, so he set out trying to find someone who didn’t look dangerous who could lend him a hand.

His eyes alighted on the back of someone who didn’t look completely like a slum brat. “Hey!” he called, waving an arm as he approached, ”Hey! Could ya help me out for a sec?”
 
“Of course I am. You're always Terry to me.” He stated with a warm smile to his lips. He laughed softly, always enjoying himself when he was around his friend. Oh, he hated when they were apart. He had not wanted to let go of his friend, he really did not, but he doubted that it would look good for the lead singer of Right Lane Ends to be clinging to some unknown guy. That was a bad thing. No need for gay rumors, right? He … really wished for something else with his friend, but he did not even know if Dieter was gay, and well, Dieter did not know that he was. He would tell him eventually. He would, he just did not know when to do so, or how to. Mainly the how to. Suddenly saying ‘hey! I like boys!’ would be a little awkward.

New topic: Diner! “Of course I remember.” He smiled a little more, wrapping his arms around the other’s elbow while he moved out of the airport and headed toward the little car that was parked and beeped as he pressed the button in his car. Turning to look at the man next to him, he pecked his cheek before he skipped over to the front seat. Sitting inside, and once both were situated, he easily went off and through the streets to make his way toward the diner his friend spoke of.

He really was happy right now. He loved when the man was home. SIX MONTHS! It was far too long! Far, far too long. Turning to look at the male next to him for a moment, his eyes traveled over his form before once more going to the road once more. “So, what have you been up to? Where have you gone? Oooh! Wait. Just tell me when we get there.” He laughed softly and straightened up a little more in his seat. He wanted to ask him question after question, but he did not want to spoil any conversations that could happen over dinner.

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Walking through the town, a soft sigh passed by Ronin’s lips as he pushed his pale fingers through his dark locks. His amethyst eyes kept to the things around him, sighing heavily as he did so. Today was not a good day for Ronin Marx. Everything just went downhill since he woke up: by stepping into a good five inches of water on the ground of his apartment. Then, he went to work, got yelled at. Violated. Molested. Sexually threatened by his scumbag boss. When that was over, he found out that HEY! His car was TOWED. And what’s worse? He has positively NO money to be able to get it back any time soon, so that would wind up being crushed or sold off at auction and now, he was walking back to his apartment at the worst time to ever be in the streets, and he was miserable beyond all belief.

Hearing someone talk to him, well, that was the downfall of the man who tried to talk to him. Normally, whenever he got a comment like that, it meant something that was not innocent. So, his instincts kicked in and, turning around, his fist went swinging into the other’s jaw, growling out in annoyance. “Bugger off creep!” He yelled, hands balled into fists as he glared at the man that was there. He was positively seething as he stared at the man, grumbling a little bit more when the man’s features slowly clicked into his head who he was. Great. Just fucking GREAT!

“What the fuck do you want, creeper?” he was not going to give the man the luxury of knowing that HE knew who this loser was. He did not like them at all. No. He may have on a different day, but right now, he just did not want to deal with anyone. He did not even care that he punched him. He deserved it! For sneaking up on him in such a creepy area, yea, he deserved to be punched far worse than what he did to the other. His hands lifted to rest on his hips, fingers tapping against his hips while he waited impatiently for the other to answer him.
 
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