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FIC SUMMARY: Tom meets OFC at the backstage of Wheatland Music Festival, and gets to realize his groupie fantasy.
RATING: Mature (explicit sexual content)
AUTHORS NOTES/WARNINGS: Straight-forward smut with some dirty talk and beer. My apologies for any mistakes, this was a patched work written on ipad. How do you explain to your family that you’ve got a smut related urgent writing thing going on…
I’ve got no idea how I did it, but here I am, backstage. Trying to look like I belong, I slowly walk around the small area that the festival has put up for the performers. I wonder where he is.
There he is. The unmistakable sound of his laughter is coming from the far corner of the VIP area. Glowing after his stint on stage, a wide smile splitting his face. There’s the confident stance, his faded jeans hugging those muscular thighs. He’s taken off the leather jacket and I see clearly the darker patch of fabric sticking to his skin, where his sweat has drenched the shirt.