My eyes widened and I looked down shyly. “Sure.” He stood behind me and loosened my ponytail. The way his fingers worked through my hair was so soothing. I sighed and he must’ve heard because he wriggled his fingers through my scalp. Sending pleasurable tingles down my entire body. Then he circled his fingers through my locks. I looked in the mirror as he raised my hair up to the top.
“I’ll give you a man bun, it’ll keep sweat from getting in the ends of your hair, plus chicks and guys dig the man bun.”
It was no secret that Chad was bisexual but it surprised me how open he was about it. Whereas many artists who came out waited until later in their careers, Chad held no secrets about his past. I gave a weak smile and an even weaker nod.
His body’s muscles looked even more defined as he showed us the dance moves with Mr. Punch. I even noticed how tight his glutes were when he spun around. He picked up a water bottle.
“If you don’t know how to dance, you will learn today, if you are confident in dancing, you will improve by this week.” We looked at each other. Of course he told us from the get go about this, but the way he said it was so final. Unnerving.
We worked hours and hours, and my body was trembling a little when Chad told Mr. Punch to move me to the front. We only had one break, sweat rolled down my face. I needed a shower, and another nine hours of rest.
Chad leaned against the mirror. “I’m impressed, but my only issue is your posture Nathan. You slouch a lot. Make sure to keep your chin up.” He lifted up my chin and adjusted my shoulders. “Do the last part of the choreography,” he said. I did the last part and he shook his head. “After singing rehearsal, stay after.”
I played the piano, each note moving through my skin. Then a scent of strawberries hit my nose. I turned around to see him standing behind me.
“Who taught you to play the piano?” I folded the sheet music.
“My aunt, she used to play at Carnegie Hall.”
“No way, my mom used to take me to Carnegie Hall, once she saved up the money.” He sat beside me, our knees touching each other as he played a classic opera song. He sang and his voice reminded me of an angel.
He took off his jacket revealing a printed shirt that showed off muscled structure. I traced the lines of his shoulders with my eyes. “How did you learn to play piano like that?” I asked.
He propped up his elbow on the piano. “I was able to get a scholarship to a music Academy after my junior year of high school.” He continued to sing and when his voice raised I squeezed his thigh. He turned towards me.
“I’m sorry.”
He chuckled. “It’s fine.”
“That thing you do with your voice I can’t describe it... it’s like a mixture of modern and classical.” He bowed.
“I try my best,” he said. “Speaking of voices, yours remind me of a mixture between rock and pop, a sort of ancestral bridge of some sort.”
My face burned. “Why thank you.”
He held my hand and brought me to the center of the stage in the studio. “Now make sure your posture is upright.” He slid his finger down my spine and I shivered. “Do the entire dance and keep your eyes on me.”
I made sure to focus on him and when I didn’t I had to start the dance from the time that he saw my posture slack. He handed me a water bottle. “Before you start again think of your favorite song growing up and tell me which one so I can play it on my phone.”
“The Alien Invaders by Choo Choo Death,” I said.
“Ooh. Well, I was more of a White Shoes fan growing up.” He played the song and turned it off. “Now really dig deep into it.” I danced again. This time he stopped me before I could begin. “Imagine yourself as the joker and I the royal court, if you don’t entertain then you die.” No pressure.
For the next few days we sang a ballad and practiced every other day, and our diets were changed as well. One guy thought he would go crazy, having to give up ice cream for a month.
Chad and I met again alone before our first performance next week. “We need to work on your song delivery.” He demonstrated by saying the words of the opening line. “Just because you’re not leading the song doesn’t mean the harmony can’t be strong, and don’t forget to move your hands, the lyric is about exploring the skies. The audience wants to see and hear what the guy in this song wants.”
I practiced again and he shook his head. “Watch my hands.” I observed as he moved his hands. He pressed his palm against mine to show me, and I couldn’t help but get lost in the shared movements. He moved closer until I could smell his minty breath. “Pretend we are both using the same arm together.” I started to breathe harder and a concerned look grew on his face. “Are you alright?” he asked. I nodded.
“Yes... it’s just... you’re really attractive.” Why the fuck would I say that? I felt myself burning alive inside. He came in closer until our lips touched, and I felt a jolt of electricity. We both pulled back just slightly.
“What do you want?” he asked.
I didn’t move. My body stood still. Then he pressed his lips against mine, slipping his tongue past my lips. I groaned in pure bliss and pressed into the kiss, my body hard against his own. He grabbed my ass and I squeezed his muscled shoulders. He picked me up and sat me on the piano, him between my legs. My cock was hard, eager already. I wanted to feel his pressing against the bulge in my pants, but he stayed just that terrible inch away. “What do you want?” he asked me again this time in a whisper.
What did I want? I wanted him to relieve the thickening excitement in my pants. Take it out, tug on it, suck on it. Play with my cock, fuck me… Anything. I lowered my mouth to his ear, breathing against the lobe of it. I drew in a breath to speak, but nothing came out. Everything had moved so fast it made my head spin.
CHAPTER 9
Chad
I banged my head against the wall of my room. What was I doing? I kissed him but he’s still a part of the show. What the hell is wrong with me?
As I walked into the house I noticed that none of the contestants were there, but the host was standing there. “What happened?”
She placed a hand in her pocket. “A contestant left.”
I paced around in circles. For some reason I was panicking. She guided me to the rehearsal stage, and the contestants walked on stage. I looked away. I couldn’t prepare myself for how I would react if-. Nathan finally walked on stage.
The producers in their suits watched the practice, not saying anything as the band sang and danced. Everything was in tune, there were a few technical issues but we could deal with that later.
*
The growing concave in my chest filled with relief. Shit, I was so happy, and to make things better I was asked to host an event for a beauty product I was asked to endorse. Despite my protests, they insisted on me filming the Not another boy band commercial that was sponsored by the product. As the stylist brushed my hair I picked up the lotion, all the ingredients were organic and it smelled great too. I frowned in the mirror at the dark jeans. “Do you have anything lighter?” I asked. She went through the closet and showed me an outfit with a top and bottom.
“That outfit would make me look like an oval,” I said. I told her everything was fine as long as my skin was smooth. As we went over the digital pictures, I was pleased to see that my skin looked clear, without photoshop or whatever the fuck they put on there.
*
I took off for the day, I went to a party the previous night, so I wasn’t going to get drunk tonight. No. I took a nap. And I was having the most pleasant dream. My hands caressed Nathan’s hair, it felt like velvet strands barely touching my skin when I was damn near gripping. My lips were on his, devouring him with a hunger I hadn’t known before when a loud ring filled my ears. Why the hell did Nathan have a cell phone in this dream? My eyes peeled open to see my phone lighting up. I snatched it off the nightstand. “Hello?”
“Sorry to interrupt you this late, but the music producers want to point the band into
a new direction, the current theme is okay, but they want a different theme.”
I threw the covers off. The fuck? What theme could be better than the one in place? “What in the world do you mean?” I asked.
“Well they’ve been observing other artists and they want to go with something more sexy.”
“What do they want us to do?” My voice giving way to my displeasure before I bit into my cheek.
“They don’t like the song.” He hung up before I could say a word. Fuck the music industry. Fuck all the industries.
CHAPTER 10
Nathan
“Okay let’s try it acoustic,” said the voice teacher behind the piano.
We snapped our fingers, that’s when my phone began to vibrate uncontrollably. Then again after I started my solo, and then the piano stopped playing the eyes around the piano collectively made me wish I would fall into a hole somewhere. When we took a break I answered the phone. “We’re not at that stage for you to call me out of the blue,” I said. Though, honestly, what stage were we in? We kissed.
“Aren’t we?” said the sly voice. Chad sounded sexy with that low grumble in his voice. He told me what he was told. About changing the direction of the band.
“What? Why are you telling me first?”
“Because you’re the lead singer.”
I rolled my eyes. “No I’m not.” A few seconds of silence, I could hear a bird chirping sound. There was a red robin outside the window.
“You should be more confident in your talents.”
“And you should be telling everyone this.”
“About your talents?” He teased me.
“No…” The line went dead.
He walked into the house and winked. Although I had a feeling it was being directed at me. As he delivered the news the other boys groaned and one even slid down the wall dramatically.
“We have one week to produce a new sound,” he said.
He showed me the outfit I would be wearing. It was a blue sleeveless shirt with tight black pants.
“Try this on, the costume designers want to get you a custom fit.” My insides squeezed, and the image of my ex slicing through me with a knife flickered through my psyche.
“Can I just wear the outfit from yesterday, I mean just for rehearsal?”
He shook his head. “The producers told me that they want you to try it on now.” My heart raced, and it felt like I was leading on my way to the gallows instead of walking to an actual dressing room.
I stood in the dressing room, looking around frantically for some body makeup. There was a knock on the dressing room door.
“We’ve got three minutes left.”
I opened up the drawers, looking for a foundation to match my skin tone. “Hold on.” I scooped up the foundation and patted the makeup over my scar, wishing that I watched a few YouTube tutorials on applying makeup. Although to be fair, I didn’t expect to be selected to move forward in the first place. I opened the door to see Chad’s eyes narrowed, then widened. It felt like the wind was knocked from my lungs and he placed a finger on the top of my shoulder. Where my scar was. I looked down to see that the top of the long scar was still revealed. At this point, I wished I was a demigod so that I could break open the wall and fly the hell out of here.
CHAPTER 11
Chad
A week later I couldn’t look him in the eyes, and after the performance I could only be half excited that the music producers approved the sound. “Come with me to a party, we can buy outfits together or you could wear one of yours.” He looked up at me.
“No thanks I would rather stay here.” He was on his way back into the house when I grabbed his hand.
“Everyone is out celebrating, this should be a time that you feel happy. It’s okay to be proud of yourself.” He sighed. I folded my arms.
“What is this really about?”
Nathan lowered his eyes. “It’s about my scar. I don’t think I can be in this band anymore.” He rubbed the spot where the scar was.
I shook my head. “It doesn’t matter, you’re still talented.”
He pressed his hand into his forehead. “The reason why I joined the talent show in the first place was to try to get my ex-girlfriend back, she’s the one who gave me this scar...”
I moved closer and squeezed his arm with my hand, gently enough to only convey I was there. “What did she do?”
He balled his fist. “While she was leaving me I begged her to stay. Her new boyfriend was outside, and she picked up a knife to cut the teddy bear I gave her, calling me a loser. I came closer and she told me the only reason she would want me is if I became a star, famous, rich. I tried to move in closer, but she threatened to cut me.” He paused, biting down on his lower lip in the cutest way. However bad it was of me to think such a thing at this time.
“I didn’t believe her, until there was blood dripping down my arm… It didn’t even hurt, I was too shocked… I just…” I embraced him, and I could hear his sniffles as I buried his face in my chest.
“I’m guessing you didn’t even call the cops...” I asked.
“No.”
“We could stay in if you want, I can order some Italian and we can watch Birdbox on Netflix at my place,” I said.
He laughed. The softest laugh that made me angry just thinking of someone hurting him. “That sounds good.”
*
I took Nathan back to my place, ordering the promised Italian cuisine. We were halfway through the meal when I spilled tomato sauce on my shirt. He lifted up I grabbed his arm before he could go any further. His eyes wandered, with no indication of what he was thinking. Then he bit down on his lower lip and I felt my cock throb beneath my jeans. “You’re playing a dangerous game, my southern gentleman,” I said, my breath hitching mid sentence as I felt his hand press against my stomach. Trailing down until he was teasing the thick bulge in my pants.
“This is the part where I’m not a gentleman.”
CHAPTER 12
Nathan
He let me take off his shirt. But before I could take off his pants he pushed me down on the bed. “No backing down,” he said.
I licked his lower lip and he planted hot, wet kisses on my neck. My hand slipped into his jeans, massaging his cock, just by the feel of it I could already tell he was carrying something thick and veiny. He trailed kisses down my chest until my skin was on fire. I reached for his arms, rubbing my hands into the muscles and caught his lips in mine. Again and again. Our tongues exploring each other’s mouths until he bit down on my lower lip. “Fuck…” I groaned.
He pulled my pants down and met my eyes, those soft brown eyes looked up at me while tracing his finger down my happy trail. Before I could even admire the sight of his beautiful face near the length of my pulsing cock his lips devoured me. His hot, wet mouth sinking down my cock until I pulsed precum into the back of his throat. He cupped my balls, toying with them as my hand sank into his hair. Squeezing tight and helping him bob up and down my shaft until my veins coursed with ecstasy.
He moaned against my shaft and I lost it. My head fell back, my muscles tightened and I felt each gush of thick, viscous cum spill down his throat. My breathing was uneven, more akin to panting as I grabbed the back of his neck and kissed him, dying to know what I tasted like. Our tongues intertwined and I pushed him on the couch, eager to put my mouth on his monster cock. I kissed down his chest, teasing the pink buds there with the tip of my tongue as I moved my hand up and down his cock.
He whipped his hair out of his eyes. “You’re such a fucking tease.”
I licked the shaft, my eyes studying his expression. The way his eyes rolled to the back of his head as I buried his cock in my mouth made my cock twitch back to life almost immediately. He moved his hair out of his face, and once again I took him in until his hand grabbed my shoulder. I could see the hungry look in his eyes. His cock was throbbing between my lips, but before I knew it, he’d slipped himself out and pushed me back onto the bed. He go
t up to grab lube and came back. Eagerly pressing lube inside my tight hole with two of his thick fingers. Almost like he wanted that half pained reaction he got out of me. By the way he smirked.
“I want to see the look in your eyes as I fuck you into oblivion.” He pressed his hand against my cheek as I grabbed his hips. His cock pressed against my hole, spreading me around him in one thrust. I practically screamed in my throat. My entire body begged for his punishment as my fingers bit into the flesh of his ass. My face flushed and numb with pleasure. He held me as his hips rolled. His hand wrapped around my dick, massaging and milking it as he pounded into me.
“Harder,” I begged, demanded? My voice was broken, drowning in lust. My body followed his rhythm as he lifted my legs over his shoulders. He kissed each leg as he pushed into me harder and harder. I felt ready to explode. I rolled him over so that I was now on top of him, grinding down on his fat shaft. “I want to see you cum,” I said running my hands through his hair as I bounced on his cock. His face contorted in ecstasy and my own cock throbbed just seeing him, hearing him.
His fingers held my hips tight. Helping slam me down on his pulsing dick until I felt his hot release filling me. I coughed out the most pleasurable sound I’d ever made. Spilling my seed on my own stomach and his.
That night, he just held me. And I don’t think I’ve ever slept so well.
CHAPTER 13
Nathan
I woke up the next day to find he was gone, he sent a text message telling me that he was out at a beauty event. I went back to the house and we were rehearsing for our final performance on the show. Two days passed and I heard nothing from him. Even when I asked the host, she said he was doing just fine. He came to us, but he left early whenever I tried to talk to him, and he was wearing bandages. Then I was told the news that he had to go to the hospital for an allergic reaction, and his agent told me not to come. Like that’d stop me.
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