(Galen and, of course, Elair, are both mine. The adorable Maximillion belongs to my good friend, Tay.)

 

Anxious whispers filled the bright concert arena, anticipating the moment the singer would come on. A handful of men and women played with the amps, instruments, and microphones, doing sound checks. The lights dimmed slightly, causing the audience to hush the excited whispers.

A man with unruly hair the color of a spider web caught in the light walked into the middle of the stage. His silver hair is short, just barely touching the tops of his ears. His right ear has one red hoop. His tongue and labret are both pierced. His left eyebrow has two silver hoops. His right hand is adorned with a silver skull ring on his ring finger. His left hand is adorned with a fingerless, blood red glove. He has black eyes, slightly tanned skin, and is 6’2″. He is a bit on the muscular side, but not terribly so. He wore a dark gray business suit, complete with a black silk tie and shiny black mens dress shoes.

“Hello, friends, family, and strangers. My name is Elair Elanessë, a sponsor for the Little Angels Adoption Agency. Today we will be having a small concert. The artist, Galen Elanessë, my younger brother, will be singing for you all today. We are hoping to make at least $10,000 for the agency tonight. There is a table off to the right reserved for people to go and donate some cash to the kids without homes. Thank you for your time. Without further ado, I present my brother, Galen, to you all.”

A man about 5’9″and 130lbs joined his brother in the center of the stage. He wore his shoulder-length black hair like and accessory. His hair was actually a pure black, with a light curl to it, and he used that hair to frame his boyishly handsome face. Today he decided to wear his black, thigh-high boots, black leather pants tucked into the boots, and a silky, blood red tee shirt that clung to his body perfectly.

He looked out into the audience, smiling. “The first song for the evening is going to be Clay Walker’s If I Could Make A Living. I am dedicating this song to a very special person; the man of my dreams.” He smiled brightly, pointing to a man with platinum bland hair down to the middle of his ribcage, muscular body, and wide, innocent teal eyes. Maximillion had on his usual black, fish-net shirt with a fraying collar. He noticed that it had slipped over one shoulder, exposing a line of pale flesh. Galen saw that Max was wearing his favorite black baggy pants with a lot of pockets. Each pocket is connected with silver chains that have, sporadically placed, charms of crosses, skulls, and other such things. His shoes are black boots. To his pleasure, Galen noticed that Maximillion was wearing the silver, heart-shaped locket he had given to him, as well as his teal engagement ring. “That man is is my fiance, Maximillion Campbell.”

The lights dimmed even more, and the audience seemed to be holding its breath in anticipation. When he began to sing, his deep voice sounded into the tiny microphone clipped to his shirt, which magnified his voice.

If I could make a livin’ out of lovin’ you,
I’d be a millionaire in a week or two.
I’d be doin’ what I love and lovin’ what I do,
If I could make a livin’ out of lovin’ you.

Early every morning when the sun comes up,
I’m punching that clock on the wall.
Breakin’ my back just to make a buck,
Wishing I was in your arms.

He walked along the stage, singing into the microphone. He knew he could sing really well, but since it is not what made him happy, he rarely ever did it. The only reason he had agreed to sing tonight was because the Little Angels Adoption Agency really did need the money. They had more kids in their system then they could afford. Galen had always loved children, so he had agreed to sing tonight. Plus, it would give him a chance to declare his love for Maximillion Campbell in front of hundreds of people.

As his voice sounded throughout the entire place, loud enough for all to hear, the only one who he really cared about was Max. He was the only one who he cared whether or not his voice was good or not.

If I could make a livin’ out of lovin’ you,
I’d be a millionaire in a week or two.
I’d be doin’ what I love and lovin’ what I do,
If I could make a livin’ out of lovin’ you.

I could work all day and feel right at home,
Lovin’ that 8 to 5;
And never have to leave you here alone,
When I’m workin’ overtime.

He came to stand on the stage, right in front of Maximillion. He looked down at him, smiling. His face was damp with sweat, his black hair dripping with it. A few strands had decided to plaster themselves to his face, but he didn’t care. His attention was all for Maximillion, and his song.

He reached an arm down and Maximillion grabbed his hand. With one smooth, quick tug, Galen pulled Max onto the stage. They stood up, and he wrapped his arms around the man of his heart and soul. He gave him a quick kiss on the lips, and the audience ‘ooed’ and ‘ahhed’ and whistled. Galen pulled away just enough so that when he sang again, he would not be singing in Max’s face.

If I could make a livin’ out of lovin’ you,
I’d be a millionaire in a week or two.
I’d be doin’ what I love and lovin’ what I do,
If I could make a livin’ out of lovin’ you.

If I could make a livin’ out of lovin’ you,
I’d be a millionaire in a week or two.
I’d be doin’ what I love and lovin’ what I do,
If I could make a livin’ out of lovin’ you.

If I could make a livin’ out of lovin’ you,
I’d be a millionaire in a week or two.
I’d be doin’ what I love and lovin’ what I do,
If I could make a livin’ out of lovin’ you.

At the end of the song, he took Maximillion tight in his arms, being careful so as not to hurt his stomach and the two babies they had made together. He kissed him softly at first, just lips on lips, but then Maximillion opened his mouth to him, and Galen used the opportunity to explore the inside of Max’s mouth his tongue. The audience was going wild, throwing flowers and jewelry and articles of clothing onto the stage at their feet. Galen pulled away first, smiling brightly and lovingly at Maximillion.

“Maximillion Campbell, I love you with all of my heart and soul, forever and always. You are always on my mind. When I close my eyes, I see your smiling face. I can’t imagine life without you now that I have you, and thanks to you, I won’t ever have to find out.”

“Believe me, Gae, it’s my pleasure”

 

(Disclaimer: The blue text signifies the lyrics to a song. The song is Clay Walker’s If I Could Make a Living. I do not own this song or the lyrics. I just used them for my story. To do not distribute this story. My Everything is for this blog only.)