11 Minutes In Heaven

11 Minutes in Heaven

     I sat in a chair in the back of Gianluca's dressing room, scrolling through Facebook on my phone. He was looking at himself in the mirror, adjusting his tie and picking at the fly-always in his hair. I returned my gaze to my phone, mindlessly scrolling up and down my news feed. It was 15 minutes until show time and it was a lot less hectic than usual. I looked up at Gianluca once more, but this time instead of looking at himself, he was looking at me through the reflection. I smiled, putting my phone on the chair beside me. 

     Gianluca turned around and made his way toward me. He stood before me, biting his lip playfully. His brown eyes sparkled deviously as he rubbed my hand against his crotch. "We have fifteen minutes, want to fool around a bit?" I got up, pushing my body against him as he wrapped his hands around my waist. I brushed my lips softly against his, cupping his face as I deepened the kiss. He turned us around, and walked me against the counter the dressing room mirror was set upon. I felt for the counter, and sat myself upon it. Gianluca spread my legs, kissing me roughly as I wrapped my arms around him. 

     He slid a hand up my blouse, trailing the tips of his fingers up my stomach and grasping my breast. He slid his hand into my bra, making my skin tingle as I craved for more. He trailed kisses down my neck while massaging my breast simultaneously. I moaned softly at his touch and pushed his head roughly into my neck. He parted his lips slightly, sucking on my skin. I ran my fingers through his hair as he set his other hand on my thigh. 

     We heard a loud bang on the door, and we both jolted at the unexpected noise. Ignazio poked his head in, and Piero giggled as Gianluca turned around and I pulled down my blouse. Ignazio tried to turn his gaze away, holding back a laugh as Piero walked in screaming "DISPIACE INTERROMPERE.. BUT WE HAVE A SHOW IN QUATTRO MINUTI!" I hid my face behind Gianluca's back and the boys walked out. Gianluca turned around, his face flushed red. "I guess I must go now. We'll finish what we started later." He winked, and kissed me. I laughed, fixing his hair before he left. "I'll be waiting," I said as he walked out, blowing me a kiss. He closed the door, and I heard the boys making fun of Gianluca - the sound growing fainter as they walked further away.

     I hopped off the counter, looking at myself in the mirror. I fixed my hair and blouse, attempting to hide the hickeys Gian left on my neck. I walked backstage as the boys got ready to perform. "GOOD LUCK!" I screamed as I watched them walk onstage.