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>2nd pov
you quickly got ready for Elvis's concert; you had just worked hard to get tickets at your job, but you took the night for just to see Elvis perform you were a definitely a groupie from how your room was decorated of Elvis posters, records, shirts, etc and how you always went to his concert no matter where it was you would be there just so maybe he'd notice you when you were ready you stood in front of the mirror you had just put on a white tank top with a leather jacket, jeans and some converse right as you were about to leave you grabbed a notebook and a pen just if Elvis every signs it and you got your wallet with the tickets inside and head out
>Y/n POV
I got into a taxi I felt so excited to see Elvis as I was last in thought thinking of Elvis the taxi driver asked, "so where you heading out tonight?" he asked "Elvis's concert" I replied "your girl dragging you out there?" I shook my head "No I'm a big fan" I confessed "I didn't know Elvis had male fans...you're not gay, are you?" I shook my head that was a lie 'not even people would accept me if they knew' the man nodded and went back to concentrating on the road
> 30 minutes later
I arrived at the concert It hadn't start yet, so I was just on time! I gave them my ticket and sat in my seat ready for the show...after 10 minutes it started, I watched as everyone cheered for Elvis getting on stage wearing a fancy blue suit, the song 'such a night' he sang everyone danced but all I could do was admire his features and fit body that's when I got up and tried moving to the front of the stage just then I broke out dancing I guess you can say I was more sexual than dancing but he is seen as a sex symbol so it was fine
>Elvis POV
right as I was on that stage something caught my eye a boy who I will say he had a pretty feminine body, but such a cute face and he was the first male groupie I ever had I had saw him couple of times in my concerts 'Maybe It wouldn't be bad to invite the young groupie backstage'
> hours later
I got off the stage and requested my manager to bring in that male groupie backstage he obliged and grabbed the groupie for me I went into my dressing room settling down my guitar and waiting for him my manager opens the door for the boy and shuts it behind him I could see the bright smile on his face knowing I picked him instead of the usual fangirls he then asked for my autograph I smiled and signed his book "so what's your name pretty boy?" I asked "y/n Mr. Presley!" I chuckled "call me Elvis's darling" he nodded, and I gestured for him to sit down
he sat on the nearby chair "scout a little closer" he obliged "so tell me are you a big fan of me" he nodded quickly "ever since you started" I smiled knowing I had fans who watch me play at the beginning made me happy they were always the true fans I watched as the boy slide off his leather jacket getting comfortable, I could see his cute fit body I bit my lip at the sight I knew it was wrong for me to be attracted to such a pretty boy himself but I couldn't help but get a hard on
I knew he had noticed as his eyes widen looking down, I stood up "I'm sorry...I've never reacted this way" feeling ashamed of myself he smiled "It's fine I've had fantasies somewhat similar to this..." he confessed I blushed
> 2 minutes later
I had found myself making out with him I pinned him against the wall his legs wrapped around my waist as my hard on pressed against his inner thigh I pulled away and targeted his neck with dark hickeys I could hear his choked moans under his breath I then stopped realizing what I've done he whined at the lose
contact "I'm sorry baby boy but this is a sin..." I watched him sigh and say "don't believe what people tell you as long as your happy with that person then its fine" I chuckled I knew he was right I then put him down and grabbed his autograph book and put my number in it "I want you to call me tomorrow at 4pm and I'll show you some real fun" I could see the faint blush on his chubby little cheeks
and he nodded I smiled and sent him on his way
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