by HJ Welch
Raiden had ordered him to suck it the night before. Levi had complied, despite having reservations. Sometimes, it was best to tackle anything that scared you head on. Quite literally, in this case. But it was just a dick, hardly anything to be afraid of.
On his previous attempt he had merely swallowed the damn thing a couple of times. But now he felt responsible for Raiden’s pleasure. He was running this show, and he wasn’t going to go into any aspect of it with half-hearted effort. He was going to own this cock.
He brought everything to mind he had liked Collins doing to him. He was the most recent guy to go down on him and the most frequent. Levi wanted to blow Raiden’s mind.
He nuzzled his nose into his pubic hair, taking a freaky enjoyment in the strong, intimate scent. He rolled Raiden’s heavy balls in his hand and licked up the length of the veiny shaft a few times, like it was a melting ice cream.
“We ought to get you a cock ring,” he said as Raiden moaned and writhed. Collins had been fond of using his fingers to that effect, prolonging Levi’s climax. He did the same to Raiden now, wrapping his thumb and index finger in a circle under his balls and around his dick. “That way, you’d have to wait to come until I say.”
Raiden gasped and clenched his teeth. “You don’t think I can do that?” He gave him a shaky laugh. “I made a career out of performing on cue. The question is, what’s in it for me?”
“You get to come,” Levi said, licking and sucking at Raiden’s tip. “If you do it before I say, then next time you won’t be so lucky. If there is a next time.”
“Oh,” Raiden scoffed. “There’ll be a next t-oof!”
Levi swallowed him down, sheathing his teeth with his lips and using his tongue to massage Raiden’s length as he worked up and down. He honestly wasn’t sure why the idea of controlling Raiden’s orgasm was such a turn-on. Would either of them really get a kick out of it if he wasn’t allowed to come? Wasn’t that the whole point of sex?
He recalled this morning, though, and his thoughts on punishing Raiden if he couldn’t keep him quiet. He didn’t want to actually hurt him, of course. But maybe it was an extension of being in control of another person’s body? Not necessarily having power over them…but earning trust from them. Like the group exercises he and the guys used to do in training. There was certainly an exhilaration that came from knowing your buddy had your back, no matter what.
Perhaps that was the kick Raiden felt? He could give up his control and let Levi take charge, knowing he’d make it good for both of them. It was a lot of responsibility, but Levi felt like a challenge.
Raiden was babbling a string of incredibly colorful profanities, some of which weren’t even in English as far as Levi could tell. He popped off Raiden’s cock. “Quiet,” he said.
Raiden looked down at him, his breathing ragged through his nose. He nodded in understanding. That was three things now. He had to keep his hands in place, his mouth shut and wait until Levi allowed him to come.
Now what the hell did Levi do with him?
He desperately wanted to fuck him senseless again, but it hadn’t even been twenty-four hours yet. After the pounding Levi had given him the night before, it would be unfair to expect his inexperienced ass to take him again. He’d just have to improvise.
He went back to sucking him, using the excess spit and precum to moisten his finger enough to make Raiden’s hole wet. He played with the rim until his jaw started to ache and he decided to shake things up a bit.
“Sit up,” he said.
Levi moved back, wiping his face and fixing Raiden with a firm stare. Raiden was panting, but he managed to push himself up so he was sitting next to Levi. His cock was shiny and stiff as a rod, sticking up from between his thighs.
“Can I kiss you again?”
Levi quirked an eyebrow. “What did I say about talking?”
Raiden bit his lip and dropped his eyes. He looked so adorable Levi took pity on him. He leaned in and captured Raiden’s mouth for a lazy kiss.
“Don’t do it again,” he warned. Raiden nodded, a smile playing on those swollen, dusty pink lips.
Levi was all out of creativity, so he fell back into old habits.
“On your knees,” he murmured as he ran his thumb over Raiden’s lower lip. He glanced towards the carpet so Raiden would understand his meaning clearly. “I think it’s time you did some work too.”
Raiden may have been obedient, but he didn’t exactly hop to it. He appeared to have recovered from his previous misstep, his confidence returned. Thus, he slid off the sofa like a silk scarf, taking his time to arrange himself in a kneeling position at Levi’s feet, his hands resting lightly on Levi’s knees.
Levi ran his fingers through Raiden’s thick hair, brushing his cheeks then gently wrapping his hand around the back of Raiden’s neck. Levi’s other arm was slung over one of the sofa’s throw pillows. He kept swinging between feeling like a king on a throne and a nervous wreck. But he had to trust in himself. It was just sex. As long as they were feeling good, then it was going all right.
It occurred to him to check. “Is this all right?” he asked. Raiden arched an eyebrow, then looked down as he made a show of biting his tongue between his teeth. Levi chuckled. “Okay, you can talk.”
“We should use traffic lights,” Raiden said, straight to the point. “Green for good, yellow for unsure, red for stop.”
“We should, should we?” Levi asked, amused.
Raiden grinned up at him. “You’re not the only one who’s been thinking about this all day.”
Levi felt like swatting Raiden’s ass like he had last night. But he couldn’t reach it, so he settled for rolling his eyes.
“Okay then, Mr. Expert. Color?”
Raiden licked his lips. “Green.”
Levi took his time, enjoying petting his hair a little longer. Raiden’s eyes drifted closed and Levi got him to suck his thumb decadently. “I want to watch you blow me,” he rasped. “I want you to touch yourself, too. But you can only come after I do.”
Raiden’s eyes fluttered open, Levi’s thumb popping from his lips. He nodded, automatically reaching forward to finally release Levi’s cock from his pants.
Levi leaned back and let Raiden take care of him. He made short work of freeing him from his underwear and was soon sucking down on his cock, massaging the head with his tongue.
“Less teeth,” Levi instructed, trying to keep his composure when he wanted to drop his head back and moan. Raiden raised an eyebrow, then did his best to wrap his lips around his pearly whites. “Better,” said Levi with a nod. He had his fingers in Levi’s hair again, guiding him as he pleasured Levi. “Touch yourself.”
Raiden was definitely not shy. He angled himself so Levi could get a good look at him stroking his cock as he sucked Levi off, giving him loud, throaty moans and fluttering his eyelashes.
Levi tried to cling to his orgasm, but his climax built faster than he could anticipate. “Going to come,” he warned. He was thrusting into Raiden’s mouth now, fucking him unabashedly. He was going to ask Raiden if he wanted to swallow. As the one in charge, he should probably have just told Raiden that’s what he wanted him to do. But Raiden used both hands to grip onto Levi’s hips, working harder, milking his orgasm from him. He was obviously fine to continue, so Levi let him.
Within seconds, he was spilling down Raiden’s gullet. He managed to keep his eyes open just enough to watch him swallowing, gulping him down with enthusiasm. His breathing was heavy as he struggled to blink the stars back from behind his eyes. As his wits came back, he was able to see Raiden was gripping tightly onto his own cock, holding back his orgasm.
“You can come,” Levi said thickly. He stroked the side of Raiden’s face, encouraging him to release his softening cock from his mouth. “Want to watch you.”
Raiden nodded, his whole body shuddering as he jerked off vigorously. It was a matter of moments before he was spraying over the front of the sofa and Levi’s pants. He slumped against Le
vi’s right leg, gasping for air.
Levi continued to caress his cheek. “Good boy,” he whispered. “Good boy.”
19
Raiden
Raiden felt like jelly after his orgasm. Sex normally made him sleepy, but there was something about doing it with Levi that hit him like a truck. He was aware of Levi zipping himself up again, not bothering about cleaning up the mess, and easing Raiden to his feet.
“You all right there, kid?” he asked as he gently steered him towards the bathroom.
“Not a kid,” Raiden mumbled.
He flicked the light switch on, bringing the bathroom into sharp relief. Levi stopped in front of him, looking him up and down. Raiden wasn’t one to be that self-conscious about nudity, so he didn’t shy away. There was no need to, though. Even in his bleary state, Raiden could see the affection in Levi’s eyes.
Levi could protest this all he liked, but there was something real between them. Even if it was only an appreciation for great sex. He cupped Raiden’s jaw and rubbed his cheekbone with his thumb. That was becoming a habit.
“No, you’re not a kid,” Levi said in response to Raiden’s protest. It was like he was only just realizing it. “Are you feeling okay, though?”
Raiden gave him a weak smile. “Green,” he said honestly.
He didn’t regret what they’d just done. He hadn’t regretted it last night.
Levi nodded, a hint of a smile twitching at the corner of his lips. It was gone before Raiden could fully register it was there. He leaned over and turned the shower on, getting the water good and hot so the room started steaming up.
“Join me?” Raiden asked. He was going for sexy, but his sleepy slur ruined that somewhat. Levi smirked and eased him under the stream.
“Hurry up now,” he said, his voice a low rumbled under the splattering of the water on the tiles. Raiden sighed and washed his body. He left his hair so he wouldn’t have to dry it before collapsing into bed. He could do that in the morning.
Levi made no attempt to hide the fact that he was watching Raiden, so Raiden made sure to soap up every inch of his skin, lathering the suds over his chest and giving his sensitive, heavy cock a generous clean. His reward was a chuckle from Levi.
Raiden was disappointed Levi hadn’t got in the water with him, but he was grateful when he was cleaned up in only a couple of minutes. He didn’t think he could go for round two even if he tried. But he liked the idea of playing around with Levi like that. Even though what they were doing was a little kinkier than Raiden’s usual tastes, he didn’t feel intimidated by Levi in that sense.
But maybe Levi wasn’t ready yet. He obviously cared, otherwise why would he stand and watch Raiden dry himself with the big, fluffy towel he had handed him. Or pull back the bed covers for Raiden to flop under. However, there was something that stopped Raiden asking what he really wanted to.
Stay with me.
It was ridiculous. Levi clearly wasn’t going to be someone who cuddled after sex, especially not with Raiden. But Raiden couldn’t deny it would have been nice.
“See you in the morning,” he mumbled. His eyes were closed, but he braced himself for a second, just in case Levi decided to give him a kiss goodnight.
He didn’t. Raiden forced himself not to be disappointed.
“Sleep well,” Levi said from across the room. Through his closed eyelids, Raiden could tell Levi was switching the lights off one by one, leaving him in the darkness.
It wasn’t long before sleep claimed him.
Raiden hadn’t thought to set an alarm before going to bed. He’d fallen asleep before he could do much of anything. But luckily the front desk rang him at seven-thirty, no doubt on Levi’s instruction. That gave him an hour to get his shit together before Levi wanted to set off for their drive to Philadelphia.
Raiden couldn’t seem to shake his grumpy mood, no matter how much he tried to remind himself how great the previous night had been. How much he had been desperate for it. He showered again, washing his hair this time, feeling empty and hollow.
“Get a grip,” he said out loud to himself as he shaved in the mirror afterwards. What the hell more did he want? Was he really that upset that Levi had gone back to his own room after they’d fucked? He had cleaned him up and put him to bed, for heaven’s sake. For Raiden to want anything further was delusional.
He was packed up in plenty of time, so he sat at the desk and did some work on one of Glittergasm’s tracks until Levi came to fetch him. Their album was shaping up nicely. Hopefully, by the time they got to New York to open for Dyrnoir they might even have a track good enough to release as their next single. It would be ideal to capitalize on the momentum they were achieving from the tour.
Raiden was proud every time he looked at their social media gaining traction. Thanks to their appearances so far, they’d amassed a decent rise in YouTube hits, Twitter and Instagram followers, and sign-ups to their newsletter.
It was good to feel useful. Raiden hated being idle, but he hated the pointless work he’d done on all those mediocre album tracks more. That kind of music wasn’t going to be remembered by hardly anyone. But what he and Glittergasm were working on now could inspire countless people.
He smiled to himself, his funk lifted slightly for the first time since he’d woken up. There was more to life than Levi Patterson, after all.
A knock at the door stirred him back to his senses. He tried not to be nervous as he walked across the room, but he still needed to brush his damp palms on his jeans before he opened the door.
“Hi,” he said as casually as he could manage.
Levi’s packed bag was by his feet. He nodded at Raiden. “Good morning,” he said in that low rumble of his that was really just his normal voice, but to Raiden had morphed irreversibly into a direct line to his groin. “Ready to go?”
“Uh, yeah,” Raiden replied. “Just let me shut down my laptop.”
He was aware of Levi watching him as he got his last few bits in order. How was it more comfortable to be watched while he was naked and vulnerable than right now? Raiden shook his head. He needed to sort himself out.
How many times had he assured Levi it was just sex? If he couldn’t keep himself together now, he was just going to make Levi think he was clingy and pathetic.
They stood in the elevator in silence, although it was an entirely different silence to the one in which they’d spent the ride up in the night before. Raiden had been furious at Levi for mollycoddling him. At least when he had explained, Raiden could understand where he’d been coming from, even though he was still a little mad about it.
Surely it had to have been nothing and Levi was overreacting. Raiden was far more convinced it was this business between them that had motivated him more than anything. He’d been angry at Raiden for tempting him into sex then goading him about it afterwards.
But someone had fucked around with their GPS remotely. What if this shady figure Levi had described was the hacker?
Or, what if it was an older guy ashamed to be seen at a concert perving on a young singer, hiding under a hoodie for safety? That was the far more likely scenario.
Raiden glanced at Levi as the elevator dinged and they stepped out into the lobby. He felt like they had made progress the night before, but there was no guarantee Levi wouldn’t try and roll that back. That seemed to be his M.O. when he could assess what they’d done in the cold light of day. So far, at least, he hadn’t been a jackass about it.
He wasn’t exactly friendly either, but Raiden had been smart enough not to expect a kiss good morning or an affectionate cuddle.
The guy at the desk distracted him as he and Levi approached. It was the same one that had checked them in a couple of days ago, the one who had allowed the rest of the band to sneak into Raiden’s room and almost give Levi a heart attack.
“Be nice,” Raiden growled at him out of the corner of his mouth. “He’s just a sweet kid with a crush.”
“Who could have gotten you kill
ed,” said Levi smoothly. He kept his eyes on the receptionist as they approached, the poor boy losing color in his face with every step they took.
Raiden scowled at Levi, giving him a warning not to pull any stunts. One of the biggest parts of being famous was being gracious to your fans, within reason. This young guy was clearly just excited at having met four out of five members of his favorite band. The idea that Below Zero was anyone’s favorite anything these days made Raiden feel generous.
“Hey, man,” he said. “We’d like to check out of our rooms.”
The guy nodded, scrabbling to bring up the right screen on his computer. “I trust you had a good stay, Mr. Jones?”
Raiden purposefully did not look at Levi, nor did he allow himself to blush. “It was wonderful catching up with old friends. Speaking of which.”
He retrieved a hotel room service menu from his bag. He had been inspired by the girls from the restaurant on the drive over and got the boys to all sign it for the clerk on the off-chance Raiden would see him on the way out.
The guy’s eyes filled with tears as Raiden handed it over. “Oh,” he said a little breathlessly. “Thank you.”
Raiden just winked and got his credit card out. “I’ll be paying for both rooms, thank you.”
The guy took a breath to compose himself, tucking the signed menu safely away, then tapping on the keyboard to bring up the final bill. Raiden idly looked around at the few people milling about in the lobby as the desk clerk ran his card. He and Levi faced another long drive across state today, but hopefully it wouldn’t be awkward.
Then there was another hotel waiting for them after that. Another two nights with rooms side by side ahead of the next gig tomorrow night, where Levi had promised they could go out with the band afterwards this time.
So many opportunities to continue with their fun. Raiden repressed a shudder just thinking about what they might get up to.
“Um,” said the clerk nervously. “Mr. Jones?”