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"God, it's so still here now... You'll never believe it's the same place, 45 minutes from now..."

"I bet." I slipped my fingers between his.

He smiled and kissed me on the forehead.

"Come here--" We walked up to the front of the stage, and he stood me on a white X, taped in the very center. "That's where my mic stand goes."

"Wow..." I said, smiling in disbelief. "God, that's just too fuckin' cool..."

I stayed there for a moment, closing my eyes and feeling the energy of five thousand people, calling my name, screaming for my music, for me... In that moment, I was Trent Reznor. With every cell in my body, I had become him.

His voice broke me from my blissful trance. "Come sit with me, Mykal." He had gone over to the edge of the stage, where he was sitting with his legs dangling over the edge. I walked over and sat down next to him, taking his hand. He laid down on his back with his head in my lap and closed his eyes, sighing contentedly. I smiled, stroking his face and running my fingers through his hair. He was the most beautiful man in the world.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" I said gently.

"No... Not like you." He reached up and traced his fingertips delicately across my face. It gave me goosebumps. "You're beautiful in that fragile, transsexual way," he breathed, "And you make me feel so peaceful, Mykie."

I laughed softly. "I stress most people out."

"Not me. When I'm with you... When I'm with you, I feel adrift and at peace. You are my warm place..." He shifted up onto his side, looking out at the ocean, just visible behind the stadium. He took my arm and held it under his, laying his cheek on my hand. I cradled his head in my arms, feeling the warmth and closeness of our love envelope me. The breeze blew my hair back as I tilted my head up and closed my eyes. Trent was the only person I'd ever felt attached to. He was the only person I'd ever let hold me, and touch me in so intimate a way. Never had I cringed away from his lips. Never had I pushed his hands away. I loved him, like I'd never loved a single person before, and like I've never loved a single person since. And in that moment, when I was holding his head in my lap, it was as if all the stupid pieces of my broken, pathetic life had just come together.

"You're my warm place too."

He looked up at me and smiled. "You know we only have like, half an hour until they open the doors to general admission."

"I know," I sighed. I knew it had to end eventually, I just didn't want him reminding me all the time...

He abruptly stood up. "Lets go to my dressing room. Come on." He extended a hand and pulled me up off the ground.

I gave him a quizzical look.

"I have to fuck you."

It hit me like a punch in the gut.

In a daze, I allowed him to lead me back down the hall like a child. We reached his dressing room. He opened the door, pulling me inside, and then shut and locked it.

"Come here--" He grabbed me roughly and pressed his mouth to mine. I felt his hands work their way over my body, up under my clothes. He bit at my neck, and I could feel the heat of his breath on my skin. He tugged at my garmets with his fingernails, frustrated by the hinderence seperating him from his prize. Before I knew what was happening, my clothes were off and laying in a pile on the ground. Trent and I tongued hungrily while we stripped off his clothes, throwing them aside as well. Then we were naked, touching, feeling. He ran his calloused fingers over my skin, taking me in. I felt his hard member bobbing between us, so I took him in my hand and squeezed. He groaned desperately, burying his face in my neck and biting down hard.

"Trent--!" My voice cracked.

He ignored it and kept going, lifting me easily and placing the head of his cock at my opening.

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