Baby Lasagna stalked through the backstage area, his mind still reeling from the fact that he hadn’t won the Eurovision song contest. He had been sure that his performance would clinch it for him, but alas, fate had other plans. With a sigh, he ran a hand through his hair, the slightest hint of a pout playing on his lips.
As he continued to walk, he accidentally bumped into someone, sending a stack of papers flying. “Oh, I’m so sorry!” a voice exclaimed, and Baby Lasagna looked up to see Mustii, the Belgian act who hadn’t qualified for the final.
Mustii looked just as downtrodden as Baby Lasagna felt, and he offered a small, sympathetic smile. “No worries at all. I should’ve been paying more attention.” As he bent down to gather the scattered papers, he glanced up at Baby Lasagna, his eyes raking over him appreciatively. “You were absolutely stunning up there, by the way. I mean, you were hot.”
Baby Lasagna couldn’t help but chuckle at Mustii’s fumbled compliment, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “Well, thank you. I appreciate that.” He watched as Mustii blushed, the pink tinge spreading across his cheeks, and something about the other man’s embarrassment made him want to tease him just a little. “Aww, are you blushing? That’s so cute.”
Mustii stuttered, trying to find the right words to respond, and Baby Lasagna noticed the drool leaking from the side of his mouth. With a smirk, he reached out and wiped it away with his thumb, his touch lingering for just a moment longer than necessary. He couldn’t help but notice the way Mustii’s eyes widened at the contact, the slight hitch in his breath.
Feeling a little mischievous, Baby Lasagna decided to invite Mustii for a celebratory drink. “Hey, you want to grab a drink with me? I think we could both use a little pick-me-up after that.” He waggled his eyebrows, trying to lighten the mood, and Mustii nodded eagerly, still trying to conceal his growing arousal.
At the bar, Baby Lasagna ordered a drink, while Mustii fidgeted nervously next to him. Baby Lasagna couldn’t help but notice his discomfort and decided to try and ease it with a bit of playful banter. “So, Mustii, I have to ask - what’s your deal? You seem like such a quiet, shy guy. What’s your secret?”
Mustii responded with a witty comeback, surprising Baby Lasagna. “Well, Baby Lasagna, I might be quiet and shy, but I’m not afraid to speak my mind when it counts. And as for my ‘secret’? I think you already have a pretty good idea.”
Baby Lasagna was impressed by Mustii’s quick wit and leaned in closer to him, trying to gauge his interest. Mustii, feeling bold, placed his hand on Baby Lasagna’s thigh, causing him to gasp slightly. Baby Lasagna, surprised but intrigued, placed his hand over Mustii’s, signaling his interest.
The two of them continued their flirtatious banter, their hands lingering on each other, hinting at the possibility of a passionate encounter. Baby Lasagna couldn’t help but feel a thrill run through him at the prospect, his mind racing with the possibilities.
As the night wore on, the two of them grew closer and closer, their connection deepening with each passing moment. Baby Lasagna couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation, knowing that this was only the beginning of something truly special.
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