Joanne

Watching Shane perform on stage always makes your heart flutter, whether it be from how proud you are or how much he turns you on. Watching him tonight felt different, though. You know Shane loves being up on stage, and you know that's where his confidence comes out, but you never thought you’d see your boyfriend with a cigarette in his mouth, with that shirt on, with hair like that. It was like he was trying to turn you on

When the show ends and you see Shane make his way backstage, your feet run before your brain can even catch up. You’re weaving through people, muttering a few ‘sorries’ along the way. You make a right turn and run right into Shane's chest 

“Whoa, baby, slow down. I was coming to find you,” he laughs, hands coming up to grab your forearms. “You ok?” he asks, tilting his head slightly, looking at you

“You’re so hot,” you pant, trying to catch your breath from running all the way here. Shane laughs, and you grimace. “That’s not what I meant. I meant, you did great out there, and you looked really, really good.” You shake your head

“Well, thank you. come on,” he grabs your hand, pulling you into the dressing room. Once you're inside, Shane pulls you onto the sofa with him, a soft ‘oof’ leaving his lips

“You're sweaty,” you mumble, hands running through his hair

“You like it,” Shane grins, poking your cheek, making you laugh

“Shane,” you groan, grabbing his hand and pushing it away. Shane huffs playfully. Leaning over you to grab the pack of cigarettes on the table. Your brows raise slightly 

“I’m not going crazy, babe, don’t worry, I’m not ruining my body,” he tells you, his eyes meeting yours as he speaks, making you feel a little bit better about the issue

“Ok,” you nod as one of his hands laces through yours 

“Wanna try something, yeah?” he asks, his eyes relaxing as he pulls out a cigarette from the pack. 

You nod slowly as Shane brings the cigarette to his lips and grabs the lighter, bringing it to the end of the cigarette and lighting it. The sound of the lighter clicking makes your eyes widen slightly. Shane pulls them away from his lips, his other hand that isn't holding the cigarette going up to meet your lips. His thumb brushes your bottom lip as he takes a drag of the cigarette. When he’s done, he pulls you in by the back of your neck. 

When your lips meet, you open your mouth to let him blow the smoke into your mouth. When you feel the smoke in your mouth, you pull back slightly. Take a moment to inhale it properly before exhaling the smoke. Shane grins 

“Fuck you’re so hot,” he mumbles, repeating his motions once again. He brings the cigarette to his lips, taking a drag, kissing you, and passing the smoke onto you 

After two more puffs into your mouth, Shane puts out the cigarette in the ashtray. His arms wrap around you, pulling you closer into his lap as his hands knead your flesh. You wrap your arms around his neck. Dipping your head and pressing kisses along his neck. Shane lets out a low groan, tilting his head to give you more access. As you kiss along his neck, his hands trail up your back and into your hair.

“Babe,” Shane mumbles, pulling you up slowly before guiding you to his lips. This kiss was messy; his tongue swiped across your bottom lip, asking for permission. You open your mouth and let his tongue explore. Shane adjusts himself underneath you, making you pull away

“You alright there?” you tease, reaching for his belt as Shane grins. As you start to unbuckle his belt, the door busts open, revealing Sal with a shit-eating grin

“Ok freaks, stop. We can smell the sex from miles away. Shane, you gotta go do some things outside.” Sal plops down on the couch next to both of you as you glare at him 

“Cockblocker” you mutter as you roll off of Shane

“I’ll be back later. Promise,” Shane mumbles, kissing your forehead. You smile as he and Sal make their way out the door. 

Yeah… you could wait.

The video starts with Shane sitting in a chair, hair pulled back with a headband, a slight frown on his face. You are standing behind the chair, hands on his shoulders, with a big grin

“Today I am going to be giving Shane a full face of makeup,” you say, clapping your hands with a smile. “He’s excited too; he’s just acting tough.” You pat his shoulder, and he huffs.

“Alright, so first we are going to moisturize.” You hold up the bottle to the camera. “This is actually Shane’s because I don’t let him use mine.” You smile as you put a little into your hands

“Every man for themselves in this household,” Shane mutters, and you sigh as you rub the moisturizer into his face. Shane glares up at you while you stand in front of him 

“Fix your face,” you mumble, patting his cheek. “Next is primer; this is the one I use.” You show it to the camera 

“It smells,” Shane grumbles, sinking into the seat. You turn to look at him before looking back at the camera 

“He’s like a five-year-old, I swear,” you mumble. “So, this is like the same as the moisturizer; we just rub it in,” you hum, standing between Shane's legs as you rub in the primer 

“Hey” shane mumbles looking up at you 

“Hi,” you sigh, stepping back, making him frown once more 

“Now onto the fun part, we can move onto foundation. Now Shane and I obviously are not the same shade, but I did not feel like buying his shade, so he will look a little funny,” you shrug, holding up the bottle and showing the shade number 

“You ready, Shane?” you ask as you grab your beauty blender 

“No,” he groans, making you laugh 

You start adding a few dots along his face before grabbing the beauty blender to blend them in 

“Holy fuck, you're beating the shit out of my face,” Shane laughs, pulling away from you 

“What?” you laugh, stopping your movements. “You’re being dramatic,” you state, leaning back and continuing before he can say anything else. Once the foundation is blended in, you step back to show the camera

“Isn’t it great? Totally not his shade, but it’s ok,” you laugh as Shane stares directly into the camera with no emotion 

“Alright, a little concealer under your eyes,” you mumble taking the applicator and running it along his undereye

“Why is it cold?” You shrug at his question 

“Don’t know,” you mumble, grabbing the beauty blender 

“Not again,” he whines, throwing his back 

“Yes, again.” You mock his tone, grabbing his chin and making him look at you before blending in the concealer 

“Ow, ow ow, OW, oh Jesus,” he shouts, and you pull away, glaring at him

“I’m done already,” you say with a twisted look on your face. You walk over to the camera and dig into your makeup products

“Next we're going to do the eyes, and I feel like since Shane likes eyeliner that we really guide to that and do some like… oh, I don’t know, dramatic eye makeup,” you smile, holding up your eyeshadow palette 

“We’re gonna use this pink right here and the white to blend it towards the crease.” You show the colors as Shane mumbles, 'Why did i agree to this’ 

As you do his eyeshadow, you can feel his hands slowly make their way to your waist and slowly go up your back. When he tries to go under your shirt, you shake your head

“Shane,” you warn, and he stops dropping his hands with a sigh. You finish up his eye shadow and laugh as you step back. “ok open,” you giggle as you walk over to grab the eyeliner 

“Ok, what the fuck?” Shane huffs, and you burst out laughing 

“This look would eat in 2020,” you tease him, and he rolls his eyes

“I hate you,” he mumbles, but closes his eyes to let you do the eyeliner. 

Once the eyeliner is done, you move on to blush. You both didn’t say much when applying the blush to his face, mainly because you were concentrating on blending it in and Shane was focused on you. When you finish the blush, you set the brush down with a smile 

“Now, time for the final touch, lips.” You turn to the camera. “Shane likes my light red lip combo, so we will do that.” You nod, grabbing the lipstick and gloss

“Why is it two?” Shane asks 

“The gloss makes it shine,” you state 

“And sticky,” he mumbles. “Speaking from experience,” he grins, and you laugh 

“Ok, tiger, calm down,” you tease. “Pucker up,” Shane grins, causing you to glare at him 

“Oh, for the- right, yeah. Got it.” he nods, poking his lips out so you can apply the lipstick.

The lipstick goes on smoothly, and you try to add the gloss, but when the applicator touches his lips, he pulls away

“Nope, no, I think I’m good,” he laughs, standing up from the chair, and you laugh

“Ok, finally product,” you say as Shane walks closer to the camera. “Scale of one to ten, how do you like it?” you ask, and Shane hums, thinking 

“Ideally I’d say zero, but because I love you, ten” 

“Awe Shane-” 

“Ok bye,” Shane shouts

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