"A city of justice, a city of love, a city of peace," of course, Edward had to break into song on the cue, even as he took the rope from Query and started tying it off into a noose. One picked up some skills along the way, "For everyone of us. We all need it, can't live without it."
Lifting the newly tied noose up, he looked at Jonathan through it, smirking suggestively. "A Gotham City, oh yeah!"
That said, he gestured over to where Echo had put down the clothes. "If you want modesty, you can change behind the door over there? I reckon. I don't know, none of us have any modesty. I'll give you the bass after."
"Oh come on, you wanna sin, don't you? Take it off. We're not shy." Echo saw it as a test, in some ways. Maybe he was shy, maybe he had to work up to it or maybe he was their type of person and had been this whole time, just trapped under that country boy vibe he had going. Echo wrapped her arms around Query and watched him, smiling playfully. "Me and Edward always dreamed of marrying you, by the way?"
"... You what?" Jonathan was frowned by that, he gave them both a weird look as he pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside, not aware he was passing any test. He just wanted to get changed. He was a very slender guy, all ribs visible and many scars littering his body, not much to look at. "When?"
"When you had that cute song about holding hands." Echo held her hand out towards Edward and sang the song, waiting for her best friend to take it.
"Ohhh, you are Jonathan Crane? I saw him first, Echo, I totally get to call dibs." Ed grinned and then leaned over, so he could take her hand, giving it a light squeeze as he joined in with her song. "You've no idea, Jonny! I think we had a poster of you up for a while too. You were so much nicer than the boys at school! My first boy crush."
And evidently he had no shame whatsoever about that, not that that was surprising at that stage. "Ready for the noose?"
"Glad I could bring the gay outta you, God would be proud. Pass the noose on over here." Jonathan took the noose, still thrown by all of this but he knew if he took time to process it, he might not do it. And at this point, that wasn't an option. He nodded, agreed and used his ability to zone out and not ask questions as an asset. Jonathan slipped the noose over his head and tightened it slightly, leaving it nice and loose before grabbing his pants. "I would thank you for the cash from the poster but I don't see a cent."
Everyone around him did instead. He dropped his jeans down and kicked them off, slipping one leg into his leather pants before being very aware of the eyes on him. He paused and looked up, noting that yes, Echo and Query were staring.
"Huh. Guess I really cast you well, didn't I?" Edward grinned, looking down as well and then taking a couple steps closer, so he was between Jonathan and Echo's and Query's stare. "Turns out our hanged man is a hung man as well."
He laughed at his own joke and a little bit at the fact that this guy might just be packing the biggest dick he'd seen outside porn. He reached for the noose and used it to pull him a little closer - and a little down, because, damn, was that guy tall - until their faces almost touching. "With you on stage, I'm gonna be reaching those high notes."
A slight shove to Jonathan's shoulder and then Ed bounded through half the room to get the bass and hold it out for him. "There you go, you're ready!"
"Still not an expert on your songs, just keep that shit in mind. And keep my dick outta your mind, son." Fuck. "Not son, forget that." He didn't want dick and daddy to be in the same breath. He rolled his eyes and finished fastening his pants, meeting Edward's eyes and watching him bounce off the fucking walls like a hyped up dog. He had so much energy, just watching him was exhausting.
"Well, you know, if you don't know our songs, just plays yours. I know your old stuff. Love that twang." Echo grabbed her guitar and Query had her drum sticks in her hand, heading out after Echo so they could get set up before Edward came out.
Jonathan wasn't entirely sure what to do himself, he held onto the base and looked it over before slipping it on and testing it out. He tuned it a little to make it sound better, still not sure how he'd pull this shit off. "I guess I'm as ready as I'm ever gonna be."
"Nerves, huh?" Ed walked over to him again and then simply kept walking, one hand on Jonathan's chest until they hit the wall. He looked up to meet his eyes, smiling just a little bit. Yes, he was hyped, he usually was before a gig. "If it gets too much, Jonny, just stay calm and think of Gotham. It's what I do. Nothing better to centre you than pure chaos."
Whatever that meant. He stepped back and headed for the door, holding it open for him. "After you." With a grin, he just had to. "Daddy."
"You're a touchy sort, huh? All needy. I always like that." Not that he had any experience with dating anyone, either sex, he knew what he wanted out of people. To be the one people wanted to cling to, that certainly sounded appealing. He sighed and shook his head, taking off ahead of Edward and walking out, not sure what the hell he was fucking doing but here he was, committing career suicide. Or improving it, potentially. Hard to say.
He tuned the guitar as he walked down the hall and then headed out, wondering what the hell it was like to be on stage with that hyped up loon.
Edward let Jonathan go on stage first, not expecting anyone to recognise the man right away and therefore still banking on being the one to get the bigger entrance. If Jonathan seemed all right with it, he could always introduce him later, for that wow effect then. But for now he waited about a minute and thirty-three seconds - or exactly a minute and thirty-three seconds, because he always did - and then he came on stage, catching Query's eyes so she'd know to start.
So far there was only that beat, not any song just yet, so he had time for some introductions and a little taste of what was to come to get the crowd into the right mood. He liked it loud and even if maybe some of the audience didn't quite know what to make of them, there was quite the dedicated group of younger people, mostly girls, who seemed to be getting exactly what they wanted out of this.
Finally he walked right over to stand in front of Jonathan, looking at him as he told him what notes to hit, right before hitting them himself. Hey, it was a good way to test Jonathan's skills, not that he really doubted them, get his voice warmed up and show off his range some.
There was no denying that Edward was talented. He had a showmanship that was unstoppable, a good sense of his audience and he treated every show like it was a one man stage show. It was kind of cute, he loved seeing someone have passion for music. He certainly didn't have it. He copied Edward as best he could, with both the bass and his voice, knowing his voice was a bit too distinctive to be missed. Especially when he felt the need to slip in a little blue yodel to counter balance Edward a little. It was kind of funny to experiment like this.
He licked his lips and met Edward's eyes, trying his best to predict him so he could follow his lead. He didn't want to be in the lead, he didn't want to be the star but he didn't want to be outclassed.
"You are so hot tonight, Jonny!" Eddie didn't care that he said that right into the microphone, it was hard not to just follow the impulse when he watched that man lick his lips. There was something very, very appealing about how Jonathan followed, but also played along, similar to how the thought of how willingly the man had just let him totally transform him was doing things for him.
He moved two steps closer, mostly just to hear some teenage girls scream wildly, then he turned and walked to the edge of the stage, starting his song, knowing that Echo was sure to follow along and decently certain that Jonathan wouldn't struggle either. He still couldn't help it, by the next song he was already too close to Jonathan again, almost serenading him, rather than the crowd. Luckily, people seemed to eat it right up, so who cared? Worked for him.
The songs weren't simply by any means but they didn't exactly stray into anything complicated so it was easy to keep up, easier than he expected. He hadn't really played bass much since his teenage years but apparently, muscle memory and a good sense of rhythm would carry him through. He watched Edward come close to him and his first instinct was to back away but somehow, he forced his feet to stay still as he looked at Edward with a smirk.
Fuck, he was sexy. Those pants were so tight on him, it wasn't fair and -- oh God, was he having a gay crisis on stage? Well, whatever. Today he tried a lot of new things, why not try a crush on a guy. He stopped playing and leaned forward, putting his hands on either side of Edward's face and singing along with him - singing right to him.
That breath hitch wasn't entirely intentional, so Ed laughed it off and pushed Jonathan back with a hand against his chest, walking away a few steps as he kept singing and keot rapidly overthinking that interaction. Or fantasising, yes, that was more what he was doing. Fantasising hard and fast, honestly. No wonder that he was back in front of Jonathan before the song was even over, this time just going on his knees right in front of him.
Something that clearly looked even more suggestive from the audience standpoint, going by the reaction. Ed loved it, looking up at Jon with a rather wicked glint in his eyes and holding the microphone quite suggestively. Hey, he hadn't scared him off yet.
Rolling his eyes, Jonathan gently pushed Edward back with the boot of his shoe, careful to not actually hurt him and keep that suggestive vibe that Edward seemed to live off. He loved playing dirty and dangerous, apparently. Jonathan had never done it before but soon he was thrusting his hips with the guitar at Edward's prone form before moving away from him to continue playing to the crowd.
Well, if he was going to lose his career by being a fairy, may as well own it. He was pretty sure his family would murder him for this later.
That was one way to end the song, on his back, air humping to follow whatever cues Jonathan's body would give him and finally just lying there, arms outstretched and a blissful expression on his face.
When he found his feet again, he held his mic down so he could speak to Jonathan, ever so casually. "You're not incidentally looking to relocate to Gotham, are you? Cause I think I've got a position for you."
He waggled his eyebrows. Of course. "You looked good up there."
"I'm a whore for money, tell me how much and I'm there." Greed, worshipping false Gods, homosexuality - he was wracking up a lot of sins today. He smirked at Edward and wiped some of the sweat off his forehead while he watched this ridiculously addictive man just ruin his entire world. In the best way. He laughed and turned his head, looking into the crowd and wondering if his dad was watching. His manager or his agent. Anyone.
Probably. They were going to kill him. He leaned into Edward and whispered into his ear - something that looked like a cheek kiss and made people scream like crazy. "I gotta get the fuck outta dodgy so I'm coming with you. No isn't an option."
"Guaranteeing you a contract, darling. My manager's gonna love you, he likes when someone brings out my--" Ed looked for the right kind of word that would truly bring it across without just using 'twink', so he finally just gave up and shrugged. "That flair."
Well, it sold well and it was gay, that was about everything Oswald desired in life, in his experience. He reached up with one hand to play with Jonathan's hair, carding his fingers through it. Beautiful. "Let's see how high my voice can get tonight."
Right, because he should probably perform a song again too. Not that the flirting wasn't fun for all.
"Let's see, shall we? Now, next song. Don't keep the public waiting."
Jonathan had a lot to think over but he could think on it when he was in the back of Edward's car? Van? Bus? He didn't care. He was going to run. He knew he couldn't stay hidden forever but he could quit his contract, fire his manager and parents and run off to Gotham of all fucking places. Why the hell not? Seemed better than this.
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Lifting the newly tied noose up, he looked at Jonathan through it, smirking suggestively. "A Gotham City, oh yeah!"
That said, he gestured over to where Echo had put down the clothes. "If you want modesty, you can change behind the door over there? I reckon. I don't know, none of us have any modesty. I'll give you the bass after."
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"... You what?" Jonathan was frowned by that, he gave them both a weird look as he pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside, not aware he was passing any test. He just wanted to get changed. He was a very slender guy, all ribs visible and many scars littering his body, not much to look at. "When?"
"When you had that cute song about holding hands." Echo held her hand out towards Edward and sang the song, waiting for her best friend to take it.
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And evidently he had no shame whatsoever about that, not that that was surprising at that stage. "Ready for the noose?"
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Everyone around him did instead. He dropped his jeans down and kicked them off, slipping one leg into his leather pants before being very aware of the eyes on him. He paused and looked up, noting that yes, Echo and Query were staring.
Staring at his crotch. "...What?"
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He laughed at his own joke and a little bit at the fact that this guy might just be packing the biggest dick he'd seen outside porn. He reached for the noose and used it to pull him a little closer - and a little down, because, damn, was that guy tall - until their faces almost touching. "With you on stage, I'm gonna be reaching those high notes."
A slight shove to Jonathan's shoulder and then Ed bounded through half the room to get the bass and hold it out for him. "There you go, you're ready!"
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"Well, you know, if you don't know our songs, just plays yours. I know your old stuff. Love that twang." Echo grabbed her guitar and Query had her drum sticks in her hand, heading out after Echo so they could get set up before Edward came out.
Jonathan wasn't entirely sure what to do himself, he held onto the base and looked it over before slipping it on and testing it out. He tuned it a little to make it sound better, still not sure how he'd pull this shit off. "I guess I'm as ready as I'm ever gonna be."
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Whatever that meant. He stepped back and headed for the door, holding it open for him. "After you." With a grin, he just had to. "Daddy."
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He tuned the guitar as he walked down the hall and then headed out, wondering what the hell it was like to be on stage with that hyped up loon.
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So far there was only that beat, not any song just yet, so he had time for some introductions and a little taste of what was to come to get the crowd into the right mood. He liked it loud and even if maybe some of the audience didn't quite know what to make of them, there was quite the dedicated group of younger people, mostly girls, who seemed to be getting exactly what they wanted out of this.
Finally he walked right over to stand in front of Jonathan, looking at him as he told him what notes to hit, right before hitting them himself. Hey, it was a good way to test Jonathan's skills, not that he really doubted them, get his voice warmed up and show off his range some.
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He licked his lips and met Edward's eyes, trying his best to predict him so he could follow his lead. He didn't want to be in the lead, he didn't want to be the star but he didn't want to be outclassed.
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He moved two steps closer, mostly just to hear some teenage girls scream wildly, then he turned and walked to the edge of the stage, starting his song, knowing that Echo was sure to follow along and decently certain that Jonathan wouldn't struggle either. He still couldn't help it, by the next song he was already too close to Jonathan again, almost serenading him, rather than the crowd. Luckily, people seemed to eat it right up, so who cared? Worked for him.
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Fuck, he was sexy. Those pants were so tight on him, it wasn't fair and -- oh God, was he having a gay crisis on stage? Well, whatever. Today he tried a lot of new things, why not try a crush on a guy. He stopped playing and leaned forward, putting his hands on either side of Edward's face and singing along with him - singing right to him.
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Something that clearly looked even more suggestive from the audience standpoint, going by the reaction. Ed loved it, looking up at Jon with a rather wicked glint in his eyes and holding the microphone quite suggestively. Hey, he hadn't scared him off yet.
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Well, if he was going to lose his career by being a fairy, may as well own it. He was pretty sure his family would murder him for this later.
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When he found his feet again, he held his mic down so he could speak to Jonathan, ever so casually. "You're not incidentally looking to relocate to Gotham, are you? Cause I think I've got a position for you."
He waggled his eyebrows. Of course. "You looked good up there."
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Probably. They were going to kill him. He leaned into Edward and whispered into his ear - something that looked like a cheek kiss and made people scream like crazy. "I gotta get the fuck outta dodgy so I'm coming with you. No isn't an option."
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Well, it sold well and it was gay, that was about everything Oswald desired in life, in his experience. He reached up with one hand to play with Jonathan's hair, carding his fingers through it. Beautiful. "Let's see how high my voice can get tonight."
Right, because he should probably perform a song again too. Not that the flirting wasn't fun for all.
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Jonathan had a lot to think over but he could think on it when he was in the back of Edward's car? Van? Bus? He didn't care. He was going to run. He knew he couldn't stay hidden forever but he could quit his contract, fire his manager and parents and run off to Gotham of all fucking places. Why the hell not? Seemed better than this.