Written for Soobie by babzz for the 2010 xmas_rocks exchange
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Sheffield 1975
Steve quickly threw a clean t-shirt, a hairbrush and an extra pack of cigarettes in his bag. There was just one thing left to do now, jump out of the window onto the garage and then sneak out before anyone noticed. "Stephen?" Fuck. "Yes mum?" "Please don't stay up too late, you have to be in school early tomorrow." "Yes mum, I'll go to bed in a minute." "Night night luv." He waited until he was sure she was downstairs again, opened the window and nearly made the jump when he realised he forgot something. He rummaged around in the stuff on his bookshelf and found what he was looking for. The ticket. Led Zeppelin live at Earls Court Arena. He smiled to himself and quickly made his way outside. It was just a short walk to where he"d arranged to meet his mate Joe. They greeted each other with their usual bearhug. Joe had successfully convinced his older brother Luke to drive them to London, as they were both only 15 themselves and couldn't afford to take the train. "Are you excited?" Joe asked. "Fuck yeah, it's Led Zeppelin man, we're really gonna see them!" "I know, crazy!" "Come on you fangirls, get in the car, it's a bloody far drive." Luke yelled from behind the wheel and the two boys quickly got into the car. "Look, I've got the new Rolling Stone, there's a review of Physical Graffiti." Joe said, flicking trough the magazine to find the right page. "Ah man look at that picture, they look so awesome," Steve said, "when we get our band going we should really try to look like that." Luke laughed, "Are you going to that gig to hear the music or just to admire their looks, you bunch of poofters!" Steve stared at Jimmy Page's face in the photo. He's so beautiful he could almost be a girl, he thought to himself. "What are we gonna do when we get to London? We've got a whole day before the gig starts." Joe asked. "Maybe we should get there early, to make sure we"ve got a good spot." "If you wanna hang around the arena all day like a bunch of groupies that's fine with me, I'll just go to the pub and see you guys afterwards..." Luke muttered, shaking his head. "Shut up Luke, or I'll tell mum you smoke pot." "Don't you think mum will be more concerned with where we've been? She thinks we went for a walk, remember?" "Fuck yeah I almost forgot," Joe said, "Steve what did you tell your parents you were going to do?" "I didn't say anything, I just sneaked out of the window." Steve said, grinning. "Ah man we're gonna be in so much trouble. But Zeppelin is gonna be worth it." Halfway trough Leicestershire Steve and Joe fell asleep.
Jimmy slouched into a big soft sofa. "I have never been so completely and utterly bored ever in my life" he sighed. He was essentially talking to himself as there was no one else in the room. His bandmates and crewmembers knew better than to hang around him when he was in a mood like this. Tomorrow was the first of three big Earls Court shows, but instead of being excited or nervous about it he had to admit to himself he felt no emotions whatsoever. Except for boredom, which he felt permanently, twenty-four hours a day. Absentmindedly, he looked out of the open window of his hotel suite, hoping for something to distract him. A small car pulled over at the side of the road. Three blond boys got out, obviously arguing and fiddling with a map. Jimmy tried to understand what they were saying. "Listen yeh poofter, just look at the fucking map. We turn right at the end of this street, then right again, and then we take the second one left." "Yeah alright we'll try that, give me a break, I've never driven in central London before alright!" "Why are we even arguing about this, it's 4am we've got all day to find it, let's just park the car somewhere and sleep, I'm knackered." The last boy who spoke now lit a cigarette. He had wavy hair down to his shoulders and was wearing a jeans jacket and a Led Zeppelin shirt. Jimmy smiled when he realised they had probably driven really far to see the show. Judging by their accents they must be from somewhere up North. It was easy to forget that there were actually people making big efforts to see his band play, Jimmy thought. "Poor lads, having to sleep in their tiny car and then wait all day for the show to start" he muttered to himself. "But then again, at least they're probably never as bored as I am." The blond boy in the Zeppelin shirt was still leaning against the car smoking. Jimmy had to admit he wasn't bad-looking at all. He was young, a teenager, and he had a gorgeous face and a beautiful slender body. "Joe, do you think the band would be staying in that hotel?" the boy asked, pointing at the building across the street. Jimmy sniggered and wondered if he should hide behind the curtain in case they spotted him. But then again, would that be such a bad thing? Suddenly it dawned on him that maybe the reason for his boredom was the fact that he spent all his time in hotel rooms with seedy women and shady music business-types. Maybe real, honest fun was to be had with normal Midlands lads. At least it was worth finding out, he decided, grabbing a jacket and heading for the lift.
"I'm so hungry..." Joe moaned, "do you reckon they've got twenty-four hour shops in London?" "I'm sure they do," Luke said, "let's go have a look. Err Steve would you mind staying here with the car? I don"t want to leave it alone." "Yeah sure, just bring me a sandwich or something..." The two brothers went off, and Steve sat down on the hood of the car, lighting another cigarette. Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder. "Excuse me, have you got a lighter?" He turned around, and his jaw dropped. A tall, handsome man with long floaty black curls stood in front of him. "Fuck," he thought, "I need to be cool, I can"t ruin this chance." "Yeah of course," he said, digging up the lighter from his pocket, "Mr Page..." Jimmy smiled. "Well, you seem to know my name already, but may I ask what is yours?" "I'm Steve..." Jimmy shook his hand, "Nice to meet you Steve, what brings you to London in the middle of the night?" "I'm err gonna see you, I mean Led Zeppelin tomorrow night." "Oh really? Why did you arrive here so early, if I may ask?" "Well uuhh we needed to sneak out so our parents wouldn"t notice, and we figured we might as well spend some more time in London" Steve grinned. Jimmy laughed, "Oh, to be 17 again..." "Actually I"m only 15." Steve felt his cheeks turn red. A mischievous smile appeared on the guitarists face. "Would you like to come up to my hotel room? I could illegally pour you a glass of whiskey." Steve nervously looked around, thinking a million things at once. How in the world could this be happening? What would he talk about with Jimmy? What about Joe and Luke? But of course, when your idol invites you to his room, there is only one answer... "Wow of course! I mean yeah I'd love to!" Jimmy cocked an eyebrow and started walking towards the hotel, Steve following closely behind. They walked trough the lobby into the lift. "Tell me Steve, what do you do?" "Ehm, well, I go to school but I don't really care for that, I prefer playing guitar." "A wise choice of instrument." Jimmy smiled a mysterious smile as the lift reached the third floor, and led them to his room. Steve had to admit, it wasn't as fancy as you'd expect for a member of Led Zeppelin. It was also a gigantic mess. "I know what you're thinking, management refuses to book me posh hotel rooms because they think I'll only throw something trough the window", the guitarist chuckled. Steve couldn"t help but grin, "Did you ever really do that, throwing a television out of the window?" "Maybe..." Jimmy grabbed a bottle of Jack Daniels from under a pile of clothes and rummaged around to find a glass. "Aah fuck it..." he said and took a large swig from the bottle before handing it to Steve, who reluctantly accepted. Jimmy sat down on the floor, urging Steve to do the same. "Ehm, Jimmy..." he started with a tremble in his voice before giving back the bottle of whiskey, "why did you invite me up here? I mean it's like the most awesome thing that has ever happened to me but I just thought that you"d have something more... interesting or important to do." Jimmy smiled, "Why is it the most awesome thing that ever happened to you? I'm not as interesting as you think... I just want to talk to real people. You sneaked out of your parents house and drove six hours to come see my band. That's interesting. That's a real adventure. And you seemed like such a nice boy." Steve stared at the man in front of him, in disbelief of what was happening. He wasn't used to hard liquor so the few mouthfuls of whiskey made him feel dizzy. Jimmy's pale skin and dark ringlets looked exactly the same as they did on the magazine clippings Steve had put up next to his bed, he realised. "Wow... I always thought your life must be amazing. Being a rockstar... you can just play guitar all day, get drunk, meet gorgeous women..." Jimmy laughed, "Ooh boy, well, I can't really play guitar ALL day...", and passed the bottle back to Steve. "Haha, so the rest is true?" "Maybe..." Steve emptied the last remains from the bottle in his throat, and tried to stand up to reach for a lighter he spotted on the floor. Instead, he clumsily fell over, landing on his hands and knees next to Jimmy.
Jimmy couldn't help but glance at the young boy's ass before helping him stand up. He smiled thinking the poor lad must not be used to a lot of alcohol. It made sense baring in mind he's only 15. There was something strangely attractive about him, he"d thought from the start. He had an innocent face. Hell, he WAS innocent, getting drunk from a few sips of JD, looking up to what he called "rockstars" like that... Somehow that made him even more appealing. "Steve?" "Hmm?" the boy replied, now sitting on the edge of the bed lighting his cigarette. Jimmy sat down next to him on the bed and took the cigarette from his mouth, replacing it with his lips. It was just a small peck, and Jimmy looked into his eyes to see how he reacted to it. Steve blinked a couple of times, then smiled, and Jimmy took this as enough of a sign to go on. He kissed him again, slipping his tongue between the boy's lips while putting a slight pressure on him to lay down. He could feel Steve get weak under his touch, feel his tense muscles relaxing as he kissed him. Steve moaned loudly when they broke apart and pulled Jimmy back down on him, grinding his hardening cock against the guitarists leg. Jimmy was surprised by how eager the boy was, he hadn't put up the slightest bit of resistance and basically melted in his arms. He kissed him again, going down from his jaw line to his neck, sucking on the pale, soft flesh. Steve was breathing heavily, even more so when Jimmy quickly pulled the shirt over his head and licked his nipple, making slow circles with his tongue before going further down near the waistband of his jeans. A loud groan escaped from his mouth when Jimmy softly stroked his rock hard cock trough his jeans. "Oh God please go on..." he breathed, the begging tone in his voice making Jimmy's own cock twitch. He undid the buttons of his fly and took out Steve's throbbing member, giving it a slow lick before taking it all in, sending the boy straight to heaven...
Steve woke up to the sound of someone closing a door. Rubbing his eyes, he wondered for a second where he was. A huge grin appeared on his face when he remembered he was in Jimmy Page's hotel room. He was tempted to snuggle into the soft duvet and go back to sleep when he realised his idol had disappeared. Slightly bemused he looked around the room until he saw a note on the nightstand beside him.
"Dear Steve, He smiled as he clutched the piece of paper and gathered his clothes from the floor. His shirt stuck to his sticky belly, but he didn't care. It was proof it hadn't been a dream. Feeling like a champion, he walked trough the corridors of the hotel, trying to find the exit.
Steve and Joe high-fived each other as soon as they had successfully grabbed a hold of the barrier in front of the stage. Their queuing mission had paid off, they were at the absolute front of the stage. Now all they had to do was wait until Led Zeppelin came on. "Now come on Steve why won't you just tell me where you went last night?" Joe shouted in his friends ear trough the loud music, "What was so exciting and secret you make me wait for you for hours and then won't tell me about?" Steve smiled mysteriously, "I'll never tell..."
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