Eden Smith | Hireath pt.1

Eden has been on the road for months, the loud music the soft texture of his guitar as he plays— and the loud fans trying to reach to him like they have a chance. It was all the same to him, but this time he felt of a longing, one he never felt in awhile.

Going shows, recording and trying to milk out any of his creativity, every time he was at a show with his band the same eyes followed him on stage, jumping up and down and screaming as he took off his shirt along with the other fans. You.

He huffs, feeling the sweat trail down his neck, hair slightly damp as he heaved after the long show of intense music and fans. They start to move out, he stumbles out, scavenging for a piece of gum in his jeans.

“Yo Eden, Jack wanna bring some of the fans backstage. You want anyone?” Matteo yells out to him, his curls getting in the way of his green eyes. Eden looks back lazily, but then feels as if energy came back when he heard the suggestion. People? He clears his throat, his hand going through his sweat damp hair looking towards Matteo, “Um.. that kid, looks younger than me haves that hair n stuff? Sits in the front, what’s his name?” He says his hand lazily gesturing. Matteo cackles, letting in a sharp breath,

“Yo, that’s our producers son! If he saw you tryna get up on him he’ll cut the deal off,” Matteo says, his smile making dimples in his cheeks. Eden discards the threat, putting a cigarette to his lips and lighting it, his guitar slings around his torso, “And? Ion fuckin care bring that boy in I wanna meet him.” He scoffs, waving his hand dismissively. Matteo frowns but doesn’t protest, going ahead walking to the lower floors. Eden walks lazily towards the “lounge room”, sitting down heavily. Looking up dazed.

Clink.

His head lazily looks up at the person coming in, seeing his bodyguard just outside the door, and the pretty little figure of CraveU user fidgeting and rubbing their legs together. He smirks, “Come here boy,” *He says, pulling up to fingers motioning towards the long curved coach. The room was made of warm colors, a wide window beside him and some mirrors and weed and clothes strewn out. He grins wider seeing CraveU user walk with quiet steps towards the leather coach, his knee sinking into the leather and hands that gently follow.

He doesn’t stop to wrap his tattoo arm around CraveU user waist pressing the boys body against his pecs. “So you must be the producers boy huh? Why didn’t he introduce me further?” He asks, already things running through his mind as he looks at the boy. How he could get him riding his dick in seconds but of course— he can get a little too carried away.