His black hair was as wild as the look in his dark eyes and there wasn't a single person in the audience who wasn't completely captivated.
I stood transfixed, crushed in the crowd watching him on the stage in his black leather jacket and ripped jeans looking dangerous and owning everyone.

He's charming too or at least that's what I've heard from the girls who've met him.
I wanted to know what he was really like but I've never had the guts, he's too intimidating and I'd end up stumbling over my words anyway.

Completely perfect and almost every girls dream, he was also a bit of a whore who shamelessly brought at least one girl a night back to his flat above the music hall where his band played. I could imagine being one of those girls but knew I'd never actually have the nerve to do it.

The first time I went to one of the bands gigs I knew I wanted him but I didn't want to be one of the desperate girls who went to the side of the stage once the gig was over, hoping they'd be the lucky ones picked for the night.

Ugh, even if I had the guts to say or do something, he'd probably look right past me anyway so I'll just have to settle with watching the gig.

This was the eighth night in a row that I'd seen them and I wasn't ever gonna get tired of it. I love the whole band, their music was beautiful and powerful and the singer was my ultimate fantasy.
His name was Gee.

Tonight he was wearing the same clothes as he did every other night but now had some stitches in his brow because the cops had crashed their last show and slammed him on the hood of a car.

The night was nearly over, Gee intro'd their final song, the crowd cheered and pushed forward squashing the breath out of me. A spotlight lit him up on stage, he draped his arm casually over the mic on the stand, leaned toward the audience and leered as he sang.

"They're selling postcards of the hanging. Well they're painting the passports brown. And the beauty parlour's filled with sailors. The circus is in town!"

The crowd went crazy and me along with them.

"Oh now look, here comes the blind commissioner! Well they got him in a trance. One hand is tied to the tight-rope walker. The other's in his pants!"

God he's gorgeous.
A group of girls pushed past me making their way over to the edge of the stage, hoping to offer themselves as his after show entertainment.

"And the riot squad they're restless. They need somewhere to go! As Lady and I look out tonight. From Desolation Row!"

A mosh pit was starting to form and I was standing directly in the middle of it, Oh Shit,
I'm officially screwed, I'm small and though I dress tough I can't handle this.

"Cinderella, she seem so easy. 'Well it takes one to know one,' she smiles. And she puts her hands in her back pockets. Oh, Bette Davis style!"

Gee grinned at the group of girls gathering by the stage, causing some intense screaming that could actually be heard over the music.
Me on the other hand, I was trying to figure how I'm gonna get out of the middle of the mosh pit.

"And now here comes Romeo, moaning. 'You belong to me I believe.' And someone says, 'you're in the wrong place, my friend. You better leave!'"

People where knocking into me and it friggen hurt but there was no chance of me getting out.

"And then the only sound that's left. After the ambulances go. Is Cinderella sweepin' up. On Desolation Row!"

Some guys started crowd surfing and I barely managed to get out of the way so I wouldn't get kicked in the head, not that it mattered much now since I'm already screwed.
The guitarist went into a lead break winding the crowd up to a frenzy, it was getting impossible not to get knocked off my feet.

Gee was holding the microphone by the cord, swinging it around and head banging at the same time.
Someone slammed into me and I yelled in pain and Gee's head came up at the same moment, looking like he was searching the crowd.
He could not have looked hotter.
At least he'd be the last thing I saw before being crushed to death.

He kept looking, his eyes finally stopping on something or someone, then he put the microphone back, ran a hand through his hair and pointed at what was perhaps the girl he'd chosen for tonight, someone in my direction, probably one of the crazy bitches stepping all over me.
Someone slammed into me and I fell, dammit.

"Now at midnight all the agents. And superhuman crew. Go out and round up everyone that knows more than they do."

A hand seized my arm, hauling me up from the floor and away from the people who were dancing on top of me.

"They're gonna bring 'em to the factory. Where the heart-attack machine. Is strapped across their shoulders. And then the kerosene!"

I was being pulled through the crowd of screaming moshing people, closer to the stage and through it all I couldn't get a chance to see who had me by the arm.

"Is brought down from the castles. By insurance men who go. Check to see that no one is escaping. To Desolation Row!"

I was dragged over to where the group of screaming girls were waiting for Gee to come and choose one or two, or three, however many he felt like for the night.
The person holding me by the arm let me go and someone's hands went around my waist, boosting me up onto the stage. What's going on?

"'Cause right now I can't read too good. Don't send me no letters no. Not unless you're gonna mail them from... Desolation Row!"

I was standing on the side of the stage, not even in the wings and had an amazing view of the crowd in front of me.
Then there was the band who were finishing up, the rhythm guitarist was hitting the hell out of the drum set with his guitar and the drummer was completely ignoring him.
The lead guitarist was playing the last few notes while bassist was nodding his head in time to the music.
The song ended with Gee yelling into the microphone then slamming it down and throwing his fist in the air.

As awesome as all that was from where I now stood, I was still trying to figure out why I was up here and expecting someone to push me back into the crowd.
The second the song ended the girls standing by the stage started yelling at the top of their lungs.

"Gee over here!" and "Oh my god, Gee look at me!"
Well I may be too shy to say anything but at least I didn't go around screaming and embarrassing myself not to mention some of the overtly sexual things the skankier of the girls were yelling at him.

Gee walked casually to the side of the stage closer to me and I felt my heart beating hard but backed away at the same time.
I shouldn't be up here, whoever put me on the stage made a huge mistake.

"Hey ladies. It's nice to see your pretty little faces tonight." He said, his New Jersey accent coming through thicker than I'd expected.

A couple of the girls squealed when he crouched down and squeezed their hands for a moment.
"Gee, babe, take me with you." A tall blonde said, trying to sound seductive and a smirk came to his face.

"Sorry but I've already made my choice tonight." He told them before standing up and turning to face me!
All the girls sounded unimpressed but continued to squeal and babble.

"She's not even pretty." The blonde complained chewing gum and actually managing to make herself sound even more cliché than she looked.

"Oh really, I think she's rather enticing," he said taking a step towards me and reaching out wrapping an arm around my waist and pulling me to him.
He looked down at me grinning and I realized why I was on the stage, he'd picked me, I was the one in the audience who he was pointing to.

Apparently I'd attracted his attention.
He waved to the squealing girls before pulling me off the stage with him, the band following.

My heart was beating fast, I-I don't know what to say, he picked me and I've heard what he does to the girls he chooses.
He's gonna try and do that to me.

The second we were out of sight of the crowd Gerard pressed me against a wall, the band ignoring it and walking around him.
There was a dark smile on his face I'd never seen on a guy before and it was terrifying and hot at the same time.
His hand was on the side of my face, his leather cut off glove felt strange against my skin.

The eyes I'd seen and judged from a distance where nothing like I'd imagined up close, they were almost black and a thousand times more feral, he looked like a hungry wild animal.
Without waiting for me to say anything be slammed his lips against mine, taking my breath away.

This was my first kiss and the exact reason I never said anything to him.
I was in way over my head but if I could manage not to faint I was going to let this happen and try to act cool.

"Wait" I told him, trying to sound confident and knowing I didn't.
I'd dreamt of this happening but now that it was I didn't know what to do.
He pulled back, chuckling as if he thought what I said was funny, which it most definitely wasn't.

"Wait? What for, Darlin?" he said teasingly, he sounded even more perfect than I thought he would.

"Names? I'm Gee, you can give me your name if you'd like." They weren't kidding when they said he could be charming, he sounded like a perfect gentleman at the moment.

"Chaos." I replied giving him the name I was called most often and he smirked at it probably thinking that was funny as well.

"Chaos," he spoke the name as if tasting it, seeing if he liked the flavor of the word with a thoughtful look on his face.

"It's good, it'll be a nice change to all the Candy's and Amber's." Why was it no surprise that some of the girls he'd known were actually called Candy or Amber?

"Now less talking," he ordered before I got a chance to speak.

He crushed his lips against mine once more, his hand curling into my hair and my breath coming harder. His tongue ran along my lip then pressed against my teeth before forcing its way into my mouth.
Wow, he doesn't really know how to be polite does he?

He ran a hand up my leg, hitching it up on his waist then pressing himself harder against me.
I put my arms around his neck, the pressure between our lips increasing when he lifted me up with quick movement and without even thinking about it I wrapped my legs around his waist.
I'm usually nothing like this, I stumble over my own words and blush if a guy even talks to me but Gee had an effect I couldn't control.

"Gee, we're going to the bar, you coming?" He broke away from the kiss, turning to see the drummer standing there spinning his drumsticks around and looking bored.

"Not tonight, I have...company." He told him before pressing his lips back to mine, our tongues fighting once more.

My heartbeat was getting faster, making my skin grow hot and causing me to feel flustered.
We hadn't even moved away from the wall but his hand was under my shirt, running up the back and unhooking my bra.

"Right here or upstairs, your choice," he growled.
Somewhere in the back of my head I reminded myself there were still band members and roadies running around doing things down here.

I composed myself enough to say 'upstairs' although I was freaking out internally, I wasn't ready for what I was going to get but wanted it anyway.

"Good call." He unwrapped my legs, and let my feet slide to the floor with my body still pressed against him, then he grabbed my wrist and dragged me down a hall.

I had no idea where he was taking me but I assumed it was gonna be his apartment and was proved right when he lead me up a flight of stairs.

We reached his place and he opened the door pulling me in after him before slamming it shut and pressing me against it.
He looked at me for a moment, taking hard breaths like he'd just finished a song, before grabbing a handful of my hair and bringing our lips together again.
His fingers were at the waist of my jeans, tugging on the belt and trying to get it undone.

"You guys are useless with belts." I laughed trying to sound casual.
Truth is I'd never even had a guy attempt to undo my belt before.

Gee growled in response, pressing his lips harder against mine and flipped open my belt, pulling it away and throwing it across the room laughing.
My hands went to his shoulders, pushing his leather jacket off so it fell to the ground.

Underneath he was wearing a few layers of ripped shirts, all turned inside out.
With the belt buckle out of the way he easily undid the buttons on my jeans and tugged down the zipper.
Instead of doing the obvious and slipping my pants down, his hands went to my shirt.

"I think you're my favorite so far," he breathed against my lips, kissing my jaw and running his tongue down my neck, making me shudder.
My hands started to slip up his shoulders once more but he stopped me and placed them against the door.

"Uh-uh. Don't move," he told me, wagging his finger back and forth, a smirk growing on his lips.
He gently put his hands on my shirt, pulling it down for a moment before tugging roughly and causing it to rip straight up the middle - I heard the buttons scatter across the floor and I have no idea why but that sound made me laugh.

OK, this just got real - this is where I should make excuses and back out with what's left of my clothes and self-control but there's no way I could find any control at that point and I didn't want to.
He laughed too.
I felt like he'd read my mind.

By the time he'd dragged my torn shirt off me there was a flat out grin on his face making him look like the Cheshire Cat.

"I'll take it you like your bra?" I nodded, the look on his face blocked off my throat and I couldn't speak if I tried.

Somehow his grin got even wider as he lowered his face to my chest, grabbing the front of my bra with his teeth and slowly pulling it down, now smiling with his almost black eyes.
Holy crap I can't breathe.

Once it was off he jerked his head to the side and flicked my bra across the room.
It disappeared into the dimness of his apartment with the only light being a small lamp in the corner.

He was kneeling in front of me with my palms still against the wall and my chest rising and falling quickly, trying hard to catch a breath.
I'm starting to understand why he can get a lot of girls.

Gee's hands went to the waist of my jeans, pulling them down slightly, I tried not to gasp as my heart beat faster. I helped out and kicked my shoes off and he looked up at me and smiled "so, you're in a hurry hey?"

I looked down at him and smiled back then reached out and ran my hands through his hair, he closed his eyes and I felt myself relax into the pleasure of how good it felt.
He opened his eyes and looked directly into my eyes with a sideways smile on his lips, then he pulled my jeans down to my ankles in one rough jerking motion.

I was now standing there in just my underpants, nothing else and the look he had on his face was killing me. My skin crackled like electricity and I felt like is all he'd have to do is lay his hand on my skin to send me over the edge.
He flashed me a wicked smile for a moment then leant closer and grabbed the waistband of my panties in his teeth.

Without thinking I blurted out some words I immediately regretted.
"I'm a virgin," I said, before clapping my hands over my mouth.

Guys didn't like virgins, they think they're idiots or useless or something.
Dammit, why did I tell him?

"Aw, isn't that adorable," he purred, actually making the word 'adorable' sound sexy.

"Don't you feel, umm, sorta concerned about being my first?" He just laughed, standing up and pressing himself hard against me.
He certainly didn't 'feel' concerned.

"Darlin, I'm worried that you won't ever be satisfied by anyone else once I'm done with you," his words ended in a growl before he put a hand under my chin, turning my head up so I'd look at him before placing a kiss on my lips, softer than I'd expected.

He wasn't as aggressive as everyone said he was, sure he came across as bossy but that was actually kinda nice.

"Besides I already guessed it," he mumbled, snaking a hand around my waist and pulling me closer.

"How?" He lifted me up like earlier with my legs automatically wrapping around him, clinging on so I didn't fall.

"You didn't go straight for my cock like all the other girls do," Well that was no surprise, all the girls who were interested him and ended up being picked out of a crowd knew what they'd be getting when they came up here.

"Give me a minute," I told him and he laughed, pressing me against a wall, just long enough to feel his hardness which was in all honestly intimidating and he knew it.

"I don't usually do virgins, actually I never do virgins, it's my only rule in life," he said.
Should I be confused or flattered, I didn't know.

"So why me? Why now?" He pressed his body harder against me, one hand slid up and around the back of my neck, his eyes dark and serious.
He seemed to look right into my soul, "I'm on Desolation Row sugar, I need you and I intend to have you," then he smiled, "bed, floor or table?

I didn't care, his eyes, his smile, his voice, his body against mine, I just wanted him now.

"Table it is," he said, pressing his lips against mine.

Notes

This is part one and there will be a part two put up.
I hope everyone really likes the story so far, just know that a lot more scenes in my stories will be like this.

MCR's 'Desolation Row' video, please watch it!