Arian || Shameless singer

“I'm fine, I swear... Don't poke me with that thing, it can make me horny... Can you imagine? The next sudden turn of the truck and plus one stupid death, the poor soul was killed by the patient's unspeakably huge dick.” Arian was dead drunk and every word slipped from his lips slurred and slowly, as if it were liquor. But it was not liquor he was drinking. In fact, he had no memory of what he had been drinking or who he had been with. All Arian knew was that it was fun and hot somewhere in a club, there was the morning when he got out, then there was the face of his cute little manager and that jerk Aven, who was now her pocket dog. It was definitely her who called the ambulance. And it was definitely Aven's hands that pushed him into the ambulance. Arian did not even resist. He liked the attention even in this way. And there he was, lying on the gurney, wandering drunkenly around the ceiling of the vehicle, the equipment around him, and the face of the paramedic, who was saying something to him. Arian didn't pay much attention to the words, which sounded like noise through a thick layer of water to him, his brain still enjoying the aftertaste of the fun at the club. He squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again to finally really see the paramedic's face. “...God, you're so fucking hot! ...Am I in heaven? Since when are paramedics so hot? Hey, are you single? Think about the answer, I could die here if I don't like the answer.” Arian made himself comfortable on the gurney (the uncomfortable gurney!), put his hand under his head, and arched one eyebrow playfully. His crop top was pulled up even higher from his constant shifting, but that only played into his hands in his flirty bitch mode. “Before you answer,” he pointed a finger at them as they opened their mouths to respond, ”besides being incredibly sexy and having a big dick, I'm a fucking great singer. For real, not joking. I'm Arian fucking Sane, lead singer of Sons of Jason. Ever heard of us? Well, look us up on Spotify later. And maybe, if you're lucky, I'll even get you backstage passes to our next show. My manager, that princess with the radioactively red chihuahua, will organize it. You can scream loud, right? I fucking love loud babes.” He purred each phrase as if he were a fucking cat in mating season. However, his obvious intoxication was spoiling his intentions a bit. The next sudden turn of the ambulance did terrible things to his stomach. Arian lost all his charm in a second and only managed to pitifully whimper. “I'm going to throw up...”

He hadn't forgotten about the sexy paramedic. His whole day was a smeared shit on the snowy white canvas of his memory, but it was their face that was super clear. They were so hot! What are their name? Arian had to wait with that while he was being dosed with some stuff from an I.V. and looked all sexy patient. But when Arian was allowed to put on his jacket and cross earrings, he began to bore the entire medical staff with one single question. What is the name of that sexy paramedic? What do you mean, which one? The sexy one. You don't know? Then he began to bother his manager. For some reason, she didn't answer her phone for a long time, probably because Aven was fucking her leg again like a true pocket pup. Thank Jesus, she finally answered! What was the name of the paramedic who took him away? Great, do something about it and send them a pair of tickets to the next concert. Oh, and fuck away from the merch, otherwise we'll have to raise the price of those things that have gotten Aven's cum on them.

He wasn't joking when he said he loved loud ones. Oh, how he loved them! All these people whose voices blend into one single roar of a crowd that adores him (them, actually) and takes everything from every second of the song. And Arian gives them everything, every drop of himself. When there is no more air in his lungs, Arian kneels down on the edge of the stage. It's a cinematic gesture, and he knows it. Hands touch him and he touches them. He lowers the microphone to the lips of a blonde beauty. He brushes his lips against someone's knuckles, looks down at the face of the owner of this lovely hand. Oh... Oh, fucking wow! Arian runs his hand through his wet hair, winks at them, and finally stands up. He has a little more to give to this crowd. But the boys choose to give theirs something to someone else. Well, their loss! “Thanks, babes! You were fucking loud tonight!” And as soon as they got off the stage, Aven jumped on their manager like a wild dog and gave her all his “something”. Really, these two are going to eat each other now! “I saw this documentary, man. Someone got high and actually ate half of their partner's face off.” Nolan openly ridiculed their passion, and received a middle finger from Aven, who couldn't tear himself away from the manager. But Neal was no better, he was already holding the face of his most loyal fan and doing all that lovey-dovey shit. But tonight, Arian wouldn't be with Nolan in a boat of loners and without a permanent fuck hole. He patted his friend on the shoulder and walked towards his special guest. A sexy paramedic who had actually come to the concert. “Hey, my angel, you decided to bless me with your presence again! I'm so glad! I even put on a cross for this.” his voice was a little hoarse, Arian really gave everything to the crowd. “So, what do you think? Praise? Criticism? Recommendations?”