by BA Tortuga
“Christ!” The word burst out of him along with his come, his cock jerking, filling Jeremy so deep he couldn’t tell where he ended and Jeremy began. Then he just leaned there, the arm that supported him shaking like crazy.
Jeremy’s hands eased him down, those smart goddamned fingers massaging his shoulders, his neck.
“Mmm.” Resting against Jeremy’s sweaty chest, he let himself relax, melting a little. “God, I needed that.”
“Mmm-hmm. You’re just soaring, man. Feel so fucking good.”
“You think?” He laughed, kissing Jeremy’s throat. “Your ass just tempted me beyond reason.”
“Uh-huh. You were floating on fifteen thousand screaming fans. I was available and needing you. It.” Jeremy grinned, cheeks flushing dark.
“Don’t kid yourself. I was needing you too.” That seemed important somehow. That Jeremy knew that. Sure, the stage gave him a real hard-on, but he’d resisted a lot of folks.
Jeremy’s ass squeezed, the muscles rolling around his softening prick. “Good.”
His eyes tried to pop out of his head. “Baby, you’d best watch it. I might get going again.”
“And that would be a motherfucking shame.” Another squeeze, another roll—Jesus. That yoga was actually good for something.
“I… Jeremy.” His cock was twitching, starting to firm right up again. “Gonna kill me.”
“What a way to go. It’s like cardio, but better.” Jeremy leaned up, nuzzled a little. “Gotta love a good, slow fuck, man.”
“Yeah. We’ll take our time this time, huh?” He could so do that. Especially with the way they just pressed together; they could only move in slow rolls.
“Mmm-hmm.” Jeremy’s lips were on his ear, teeth teasing the lobe, tongue sliding along the hollow just underneath. His breath puffed out on a groan, his hips rolling up, pushing him into Jeremy even more. That was so fucking tight. So goddamned good. Jeremy’s mouth slid around, heading for his lips. Oh man. He loved the way pleasure looked in those big old eyes. He loved the way Jeremy tasted too. Loved how the kisses burned like too-hot coffee, just tingling and aching. They kissed like they had all night, like they had all fucking month to get it right.
Soft, low sounds pushed into his lips, Jeremy giving it up for him nice and easy. They moved together for what seemed like hours, almost like they were drugged. Hell, maybe there was enough lingering smoke or something. All Hollis knew was that he loved every fucking moment of it.
Jeremy finally nuzzled his jaw, tongue slipping out to drag over his stubble. “Come on, beautiful. Let’s do this, you and me.”
“Yeah. Yeah. More, baby.” His hips started moving faster and faster, the intensity ratcheting up on them as Jeremy wrapped around him, pulling him in, moving him harder.
“Yeah…. Yeah, just like that.” Jeremy shuddered all around him, shaking good and hard. “Just. Like. That.”
“God. Baby. Now….” With that he was ready again, his balls drawing up, his cock pounding with his heartbeat.
“Uhn….” Jeremy hunched, and fuck if he didn’t feel it, feel that orgasm before heat sprayed over his belly. So much for taking their time, huh? Hollis grunted, his eyes rolling, his head falling back. God, yeah. Just yeah.
“Fucking fine, man. You are.” Jeremy shook, hanging on, keeping him going.
“Oh. God, yeah. Need.” He was just gonna shake apart. His cock was jerking madly, throbbing. Any second. All he needed was….
Oh. That. Yeah. Jeremy’s ass went tight, that hungry mouth finding the dark mark under his nipple and pulling hard. Hollis cried out, body bucking, his hips rocking, and that was all she wrote. He came so hard his teeth clacked together, his hands bruising Jeremy’s skin with their grip.
They floated a minute, and then Jeremy laughed, breath tickling his chest. “Man, you need to have great concerts more often. That was fun.”
“No shit, man. That was something else.” Hollis rested, his endorphins or whatever Jeremy would call them pinging all the way inside out.
“Yep. A good workout.” Jeremy grabbed the blankets, tugged them over. “This good?”
“This is better than good.” Snuggling in, Hollis went all octopus, holding Jeremy close to him, happier than he’d been in an age.
He was starting to get into the whole personal part of training, yes, sir.
Chapter Twelve
MAN, HE couldn’t even remember what city he was in. Not because of his usual benders of drinking and shit, but because Jeremy kept his ass so busy working out and staring at Jeremy’s ass and all that it became a blur.
He was ready to kill for that sausage biscuit, though, and Hollis was bound and determined to get it. They’d arrived in… wherever. St. Louis? At like, 5:00 a.m. Jeremy was sleeping the sleep of the well fucked. And Hollis was on a mission to find a McDonald’s.
Pulling on sunglasses and a gimme cap, he eased out of the little living area, all the way up to the driver’s door, figuring he’d sneak out that way, make a break for it. At this time of the day, he might even slip security.
“Hey, man. You’re up early? Late?” Mike blinked from the driver’s seat, where he’d been dozing.
“Shh. Early. I want a biscuit, and the artery police are asleep.” He grinned, patting Mike’s shoulder. “Are we hitting a hotel today? And where are we?”
“Independence, and yeah. We got a three-day break. Real beds, man. Nonmoving showers.”
“How long do I have, then?” They always made special arrangements to check in whenever they arrived, but they did sometimes have to sit on the bus for a couple of hours.
“They’ll be ready for us at nine thirty.”
“Hot damn. Okay, I’ll take my cell; call me if the panic button hits. I’m on a mission.” Hollis glanced over his shoulder, making sure no one back there was moving.
“Dude, Mr. Bodybuilder Man’s gonna kick your butt.” Mike’s black eyes looked like buttons, sorta. Bizarre.
“Uh-huh. I imagine I’ll pay and pay. But if I don’t get a sausage, egg, and cheese, I might die. You wouldn’t want that.”
“Hell, no.” Mike dug out a ten and handed it over. “Hash browns and two sausage biscuits?”
“You got it, buddy.” Humming, he hopped down off the bus and headed out, hands in his pockets. Hoo yeah. Grease, here he came. There was a McD’s like, two blocks away, it was open, and the little girl behind the counter obviously wasn’t into Southern fried rock.
Life was good.
He got Mike his breakfast on the way out, got Jeremy an Egg McMuffin and some sort of smoothie thing, and headed back to the bus, singing a new song that was trying to work out of his brain.
Man, the lights were on in the bus.
Damn.
Hollis bucked up. He’d take his punishment. He wasn’t five. Mike gave him a kind of panicky grin when he handed over the one bag, and Hollis winked, heading back to see Jeremy.
“Got you a smoothie, man.”
“Those things are full of preservatives, man.” Jeremy shook his head, rolled his eyes. “You know how many push-ups you’ll have to do to work off that breakfast?”
“I don’t care. I’m a Southern boy, baby. Sometimes you just have to have grease.” He grinned, actually ready to do his bit to make Jeremy happy.
“You know, Houston is farther south than where you’re from….” Jeremy chuckled, shook his head, and tossed the smoothie. “Come on, Mister Grease. Into workout clothes. We’ve got time before you’re stolen away to the glories of the hotel.”
“Yeah, yeah. There’s an Egg McMuffin too. That’s supposed to be the healthiest thing on their menu. I got it with no cheese….” He wandered into the bedroom, hauled off jeans, and put on sweats.
“That actually smells pretty decent. Thanks.” Of course, when he got in there, Jeremy’d deconstructed it—eating the meat and the egg white and that was it. It was a waste of a perfectly good sammich.
Especially since it was a damned English muffin. How bad could that
be? He grabbed a coffee and a bottled water. The walk back had probably digested his food, so he was good to go.
“Stretching first, man.” Jeremy wiped his hands off and headed over, grabbed Hollis’s wrists and loosened him up. Up. Over. Down. Around.
Lord. Okay, he was going to have to get a handle on this whole sleeping-with-Jeremy thing. He’d been a little turned on when Jeremy had touched him, right from the start. But now the man put those hands on him and he went zero to sixty in five seconds.
“I can do it.”
“Huh?” Jeremy was against his back, hot and solid, moving him easily.
“I said you don’t have to push and pull, man. I got this stretching thing down pat.” Stretching with a boner like the one he’d sprung. Not a piece of cake.
Jeremy stepped back and let him go. “Sure thing. Holler if you need me.”
Jeremy headed for the weird little bar dealie that they’d installed, swung up, and hooked his knees over it. The show-off hung upside down for a few seconds before starting to do sit-ups. Sighing, Hollis bent this way and that, his heart not really in it now. What the fuck was wrong with his suddenly girly weirdo ass?
“If you’re going to stretch, do it like you mean it, man. You pull something and you’re going to be miserable.”
Hollis growled, turning and stabbing a finger at Jeremy. “Look, I can’t help it. It’s easier when you help, but it’s not, ’cause I get wood when you touch me.”
Jeremy stopped doing sit-ups and blinked over at him with an expression real close to shock. “Oh.”
That was almost too cute. “I figure we got two choices. I can suffer through a workout and chafe something that I might need later, or you can suck me before I work out.”
“I think sucking you off preworkout is probably breaking some sort of professional code, although it sounds like the most fun.”
Without even thinking, Hollis reached down to rub himself through his sweats. “I think it might be just what the doctor ordered.”
Jeremy’s mouth opened, cheeks pink as the blood rushed to his head.
“No?” Hollis shrugged, scooting so his back was up against one little club chair and lifting his hips to slide his sweats down. “Okay. I’m all right with do-it-yourself.”
“You’re a perv.” Jeremy swung up, looking sort of like a tall, blond monkey.
“Uh-huh. I never claimed I wasn’t. And you bring it out in me, baby.” Oh man, that felt good. He stroked, up and down, just kinda lazy to begin with.
“You…. You’re supposed to be stretching.”
“Uh-huh. Am I gonna have to get you high every time I want to get busy?” Lord help him if he did. Oh yeah. That needed a little thumb, just under the head.
“I don’t smoke that much, asshole.” Jeremy got his feet unhooked, got back on the floor.
“I never said you did.” The hitch in his voice made it a little tough to talk, but Hollis had a great view of that flat, ridged belly Jeremy had, so he wasn’t gonna complain.
“You know sex is great cardio….” Jeremy’s cock was hard and throbbing, leaving a wet spot on those thin pants.
“Uh-huh. It can be bendy too. Good stretching.” He broke off with a groan, his hips starting to roll and buck.
“You’re not stretching.” Jeremy’s hands landed on his thighs, spreading him.
“There. I am now.” Hell, yes. His thigh muscles practically made a sproinging noise. Jesus. Hollis stroked himself harder, really working it.
“You smell good.” Jeremy groaned, leaned forward, and nuzzled his balls with those soft-as-fuck lips.
“Fuck!” Oh, God. Hot, wet, Jeremy’s mouth was a wet dream. “Feels good, baby.”
“You’re stretching.” Jeremy sucked one ball in, tongue moving against him, pulling nice and easy.
“Yeah. Stretching.” Growing, getting harder. His balls drew up like nobody’s business, hard and tight and full. Jeremy’s hands spread him even wider, thumbs working his hole. His whole body jerked, his spine feeling like it might snap the way he moved so damned fast. “Jeremy!”
That mouth dropped over his cock like a lead balloon, the suction sudden and steady. That got his heart rate up for sure. Jesus Christ on a pogo stick, that man could suck. Hollis just let go and started humping, crying out. Jeremy’s hands cupped his ass, tugging him into that mouth, over and over.
“Baby. Gonna. Need.” His words were gasped out in time with his thrusts into Jeremy’s mouth, just sharp breaths of air and sound.
The suction just got better, the thumbs working his hole, slipping inside. Hollis shorted out. His head slammed back against the little chair, his hips arched up, and he came like a ton of bricks. Just bam. His heart was racing right out of control.
“Mmm. Good workout.” Jeremy’s cheek rested on his thigh, each panting breath moving the hairs on his leg.
“The best.” Goddamn. “You… uh. You okay, baby? You need a hand?” Never let it be said he didn’t give back.
“Uh-huh.” Jeremy turned that mouth to his inner thigh, hand in those workout pants, starting to move.
“Come here, baby. Come on.” Much as he wanted that mouth, he wanted to see too. He yanked at Jeremy, trying to get the man to sit up and straddle him. Jeremy groaned, settling right where he was needed, tight little ass rubbing and rocking on Hollis’s thighs.
“That’s it. Let’s get these off.” Or at least down. That waistband didn’t stand a chance against all his new muscles, and Hollis just kinda tore it right down so he could get to the good parts.
“Mmm. The weights are working. Please, Hollis.” Jeremy arched, hand pushing that dripping cock toward him.
“I’m not gonna leave you wanting, baby.” His hand closed over Jeremy’s, both of them holding that sweet piece of flesh, Hollis getting them pulling in a hard, steady rhythm.
“Oh….” Hell, that was hot, Jeremy’s throat working, hips bucking and rolling just for him. His other hand slid right up behind Jeremy’s head, pulling that hot mouth up to his for a kiss that scorched him right to his toes. Even his spent cock was trying to take interest again.
Jeremy’s eyes held his, just burned into him, and Jesus, he could see it, see every fucking bit of pleasure as Jeremy shot for him. Moaning, he took another kiss, needing to feel Jeremy inside and out. Fucking A. That was amazing.
Jeremy’s hands framed his face, fingers petting him as the kiss slowed down, got deeper.
“Mmmm. Now that’s the way to work out,” Hollis said when they broke for air, his nose resting right against Jeremy’s.
“No… no shit.” Jeremy looked gobsmacked.
“You all right, baby?” Maybe he’d broken the man. Hollis hoped not. He sure did like Jeremy, despite how he bitched about the whole green food thing.
“Yeah. That rocked.” He got a dazed little grin, tongue teasing the corner of his mouth.
“Oh yeah.” Hauling Jeremy up a bit, Hollis settled them a little more comfortably. Warm, damp, they just sort of fused together, and he hummed another bit of that song….
“Mmm. I like that. What is it?”
“It’s not yet. It’s new.” Nuzzling Jeremy’s neck, he hummed a little more, modulating, letting the melody come.
“Wow.” Jeremy started massaging, working his muscles, letting him focus on the song.
Oh yeah. It was gonna be, well, not really a power ballad. More of a traditional country kind of tune, back to his roots, he guessed. Maybe he could sell it.
There was a knock on the bus door, and Jeremy jumped, then headed back to that little bunk like his ass was on fire.
Hollis hauled his ass up and pulled his pants up. “Yeah?” he hollered, just grinning at Jeremy.
Little shit.
“Your room’s ready, Hollis. We’re taking the crew down the road some.” Lord, Ann Marie had a voice like a bullhorn.
“Okay, honey. Did you get a place for my trainer? I’ll need him close.” No way was he letting Jeremy stay several blocks away. He was gett
ing spoiled.
“I got him a room down from yours.” The door opened, and Ann Marie leaned in. “I got you access to the hot tub, room service, and all. There’s a TV with a DVD player, and I’m staying down the hall if you decide you need something.”
“You rock, honey.” She was something else, that girl. “How you holding up? Did Mikey tell you I slipped out for a biscuit?”
“Of course. Was it good?” She gave him a grin. “And I’ll be better once the taxi brings my man from the airport. I haven’t gotten any since we left town.”
“Not listening….” Ann Marie having sex was like… his little sister or something. “And yeah. That was the best sausage biscuit ever.”
“There’s room service in the hotel, darlin’. Great steaks, from what I hear.”
Jeremy came out, fully dressed and put together. “He’s had his heavy meal for today, hasn’t he?”
Little shit.
“He’s looking great, is what he is.” Ann Marie eyed his torso. “I need to talk to the stylist, get some shirts that show off the top of that six-pack.”
Jeremy nodded, grinned. “I keep telling him to get waxed. It’ll show it off.”
“Oh, no. No way.” That was Ann Marie. Hollis didn’t even have to protest. “The women love the fuzz. He’d lose fans if he waxed.”
Hollis hooted. “See? Told you.”
Jeremy rolled his eyes, lifted his shirt, showing off that amazing smooth and ripped and—oops. Little hickey, right by the belly button. “This is what the girly-girls are looking for.”
Hollis swallowed. Hard. That was what he was hunting for too. Jesus Christ. Ann Marie didn’t say a word, bless her, just grinned and winked. “You got rooms. And a buffet. You’d best get to it.”
Jeremy grinned and dropped his shirt. “Lord, you had to get him a buffet….”
“And room service. But there’s a gym and all too.” Ann Marie just kept on talking and talking. Hollis thought he might explode. Bare skin or not, Jeremy was good enough to eat, and he felt his hands twitch.
“Sounds great. I’ll pack a bag.” Jeremy turned, gave him a nice long look at that ass.