by Bailey Bradford, Ethan Stone, T. A. Chase, Sean Michael, L. M. Somerton, Morticia Knight
Aubrey broke their connection, but still held him tight, using one hand to caress his hair back from his face, combing it with his fingers.
“Sweet Bry.” His voice was barely above a whisper. “Did you like that?”
The heat returned to his cheeks as he recalled how decadent it had been to feel Aubrey’s hot, moist tongue enthusiastically lapping in his crease and breaching his hole. He made himself meet Aubrey’s eyes. It was ridiculous for him to keep acting like a scared virgin—even if there were some truth to that assessment.
“Like isn’t the word, Aubrey, it was unbelievably great. Thank you.”
Aubrey chuckled, still caressing his head, sometimes stroking his cheek as his gaze moved all around his face. Aubrey connected with his eyes.
“Will you touch me?”
Bryan tried to control his breathing, his heart pounding at the thought of his fingers caressing the velvety skin of Aubrey’s hard shaft. Aubrey’s generously proportioned dick that he couldn’t ever imagine being able to fit inside him.
“I want to. Show me how you like it?”
Aubrey touched noses with him and lightly brushed back and forth.
“I’ll like whatever you do. I ache for your touch, crave it.”
Bryan inhaled sharply, his hand trembling as he licked his palm then reached between their bodies. His fingers wrapped around the soft steel of Aubrey’s pulsing cock. He closed his eyes so that he could focus completely on the first male organ he’d ever touched other than his own. The skin seemed so delicate as he gently stroked up and down Aubrey’s length, yet he knew that it wasn’t really. He explored with his thumb as he caressed, noting every nuance of Aubrey’s dick.
Aubrey twisted in his arms and he lifted his eyes to see him grabbing a small bottle from the nightstand. He pushed the flap up then squeezed some of the cool clear liquid where Bryan’s hand joined with Aubrey’s dick.
“Ah, yeah. That’s nice, Bry, keep doing that.”
Soon, they were in unison—Aubrey rutting into Bryan’s fist, Bryan squeezing and jacking Aubrey off. The faster Bryan’s hand worked him over, the more Aubrey unashamedly thrust and moaned. With a sudden yell, Aubrey shot his cum between them, the thick ropes spattering all over Bryan’s chest and stomach. He loosened his grip on Aubrey to allow him the chance to recover.
As Aubrey’s breathing slowed, Bryan considered the spunk that coated his torso and hand. He thought about how Aubrey had administered to him earlier, how he’d licked every drop up, cleaned him with his mouth. Aubrey’s dick went completely soft and he had melted against Bryan, his head on his shoulder, eyes closed with a satisfied smile on his face.
He tentatively lifted his fingers to his lips and poked his tongue out, tasting the tiniest dollop. It was bitter, but not unpleasant. He put his index finger all the way in his mouth and sucked all the jizz off, swallowing it down. Again, he wasn’t repulsed. There was even the urge to sample Aubrey’s cock, to suck him to completion, to swallow his cum as he shot it down his throat.
Lifting his head, he was startled to see Aubrey watching him, a sly grin pulling at the corners of his mouth.
“How do I taste?”
“You caught me, I’m a little embarrassed.”
“Fuck that. Did I seem embarrassed by all the things I did to you? Do whatever you want, Bry, you’re incredible. I can’t wait until you want to get even raunchier with me.” Aubrey nibbled his neck. “I dig it, love to do all kinds of things.”
“Yeah?” Bryan raised his eyebrows, wishing he were savvier when it came to what men could do with and to each other. Then he latched onto another part of what Aubrey had said. “So… You want us to get raunchy again? I mean, after today?”
Aubrey furrowed his brow, then seemed to understand. He grabbed the back of Bryan’s neck and pulled him down for a kiss, their tongues tangling in a way that was already becoming familiar and comforting to him. Aubrey pulled back, but kept his hand on Bryan’s head.
“Yes, Bry. Again and again and again. For as long as you can tolerate me.”
There was a small quirk to Aubrey’s lips and he hugged Bryan to him, wrapping himself around his frame. Bryan had a sense of being cherished, then was hit with a pang of fear. What if he couldn’t handle being with a man beyond some sexual experimentation?
Closing his eyes, he allowed himself to absorb the emotions coursing through him—the feel of Aubrey’s body pressed to him, their sated cocks nestled together, the sticky smell of sex. As he melted in Aubrey’s embrace, the truth of what had happened between them was clear. He wanted Aubrey, desired him. It wasn’t merely a lust thing or misplaced fan adoration. There had been telling moments that had occurred that day—in particular, their shared understanding of the language of music. In the same way that Bryan had experienced a lack of comprehension from female partners in regards to his rock music obsession—Aubrey embraced the obsession because it was his own. Simply put, they clicked.
Aubrey loosened his hold then leisurely kissed him. He pulled back, lightly tracing his fingers on Bryan’s back, his eyes bright and happy.
“Hey, Bry, do you have some time?”
“Yeah, I had planned on being here for a couple days at least to allow for our meeting and the possibility I might need to sign some papers.”
“No longer qualifies as possible, is absolutely definite. So you can hang out?”
“Sure.”
“Cool. Let’s grab a shower then I want to go back in the studio and play some more of my new stuff for you.”
“Jesus, Aubrey, that would be fucking bomb. I’m honored you would share that with me.”
Aubrey nipped at Bryan’s lower lip, scraping it with his teeth before letting it go.
“I plan on sharing a lot more with you.”
Aubrey abruptly let him go then leaped from the bed, extending his hand to Bryan.
“Come on, we’re doing this together. I wanna soap up your fine, tight body.”
The way Aubrey had said it was like an excited kid. It made Bryan want to follow him anywhere.
* * * *
Wrapped only in a towel around his waist, Bryan kicked back on the sofa where they’d shared their Thai food earlier. A blanket of serenity covered him as he waited for Aubrey to finish cueing up the tracks. He was caught between the intensity of their physical interlude as well as his first male encounter, and the disbelief of getting his dream assignment and hearing new Aubrey King sessions before anyone else.
Aubrey’s covering had fallen away and Bryan stared at his naked body unabashedly. It was all too clear that Aubrey had no hang-ups about sex or nudity. It was fascinating to watch his sinewy movements as he adjusted various dials, holding one side of the headphone to his ear as he sought to bring up the tracks he wanted.
As he moved around, plugging in some cords and unplugging others, the colorful ink adorning his skin flexed with him. In addition to the majestic phoenix across his chest, some of the others included a large ankh on his right biceps, a polaris star surrounding the navel of his taut belly, and a pair of lips on his left ass cheek. That was the one Bryan had never known about. It gave him smug satisfaction that he was lucky enough to know about it now.
Aubrey plopped his naked butt unceremoniously on the rolling swivel chair, using his feet to slide back and forth in front of the large sixty-four channel digital mixing board.
“Okay, Bry, these are rough tracks and I only have a guide vocal for them. Please ignore my obnoxious croaking.”
Bryan snorted. “I doubt that’s possible.”
Aubrey looked over his shoulder. “I’m afraid you’ll discover plenty of my flaws once you’ve been around me long enough.” He paused. “Hopefully, they won’t scare you off.”
He turned back, but Bryan was haunted by the melancholy tone that had filled Aubrey’s voice. Aubrey pushed a button on the console and the room was filled with what Bryan knew was an Ovation twelve string acoustic guitar. The resonance of the instrument had always been one o
f Bryan’s favorites, and he loved that Aubrey had chosen to use it.
The song continued, additional layers building from the foundation. Aubrey’s voice carried through the speakers during the choruses only, but Bryan could already tell the tune had a strong hook. It was so fucking exciting to be listening to Aubrey’s basic tracks. Bryan had spent more than half his life analyzing and examining the smallest of details of the songs or artists he loved the most. He had rarely been allowed to be a part of such a sacred thing, and it meant so much more that it was with Aubrey.
Once the last guitar note had trailed off, Aubrey clicked the button on the console and turned to him. His expression was tinged with insecurity, as if Bryan’s opinion was incredibly important to him. He didn’t want to gush like a kiss-assey fanboy, but he was genuinely ecstatic about what Aubrey had just played him.
“Stunning. I mean it, Aubrey, based on this and the other song you played for me in the car, I think you’ve nailed it. They’re filled with your trademark sound, the lyrics of the one tune are as powerful as ever, yet I can hear these songs on the radio right now. There’s nothing dated about them.”
Aubrey dropped his chin to his chest and Bryan held his breath. He’d never been in the position before where he had a personal relationship with one of his musical subjects. It would be easy for Aubrey to think he was only placating him because of that connection.
“I’m being absolutely real with you. If I felt there was something off, if it didn’t move me, I would let you know.”
Raising his eyes to Bryan, Aubrey gave him a contented smile.
“I’m aware of that about you, Bry, you’ve never been one to sugar coat. I’m overwhelmed by what you just said, it means so much to me.”
“Play me the other one again, Tough Survives. The words to the first verse hit me hard.”
The look of joy on Aubrey’s face would have been worth a white lie, except that Bryan hadn’t needed to lie. The way Aubrey ripped his soul wide open to be dissected by the world was remarkable in its vulnerable beauty.
Chapter Six
Aubrey was shocked to discover that his hands were trembling. He swallowed down the emotions inside him that attempted to burst through to the surface. Raw sentiments were something he saved for expression in his music, but finding a kindred spirit in Bryan threatened to change that. Even as he’d longed for someone to share all of himself with and had sought Bryan out, he was petrified that it could be sitting right in front of him. Could be Bryan.
“Innocence is beautiful, but gets eaten alive—tough survives, tough survives. Love that I feel is always hidden from light—the demons must die, will they ever die? That’s the first verse.”
Aubrey found the mix he preferred, cued it up, then hit the play button. He folded his hands then closed his eyes and tipped his head back. The strains of his song surrounded him and he went into technical mode. For the first time in his career, he was producing all of the basic tracks on his own before bringing in an outside producer.
The music faded out and he sat up straight, shutting everything off. He needed Bryan again, needed to find out if what had occurred between them had only been an anomaly. He rose and made his way to the sofa where Bryan was seated, his tantalizing form beckoning to Aubrey.
“I want to take you to bed again, Bryan.”
Aubrey extended his hand, holding his breath against the possibility that he would be denied. Bryan looked up at him, his eyes wide and dark, and Aubrey didn’t need to hear his words. They walked hand in hand back to his room, and after they’d stepped inside, Aubrey gathered Bryan to his chest. He yanked his head back by his hair and plunged into Bryan’s mouth, pouring all his pent-up emotions from a few moments before into the furious kiss.
Once he’d broken their connection, he pushed Bryan down on the mattress. He saw that Bryan appeared startled by the move and Aubrey leaned over to kiss him sweetly on the lips before rising again.
“Am I being too rough?”
Bryan shook his head quickly, a bit of a flush tinting his cheeks.
“Good.”
Aubrey ambled over to the nightstand for the bottle of lube. He sat next to Bryan and caressed his cheek, the anticipation of giving Bryan another new experience hardening him immediately.
“Have you ever had your prostate massaged, Bry?”
Bryan’s jaw dropped a little and Aubrey had to resist the urge to laugh. There was an adorable innocence about him that Aubrey was immensely drawn to.
“Um, no. I’ve never had anything, I mean, um…”
“When you asked whether it would be good if I fucked you, I think this would give you your answer. You would still have to be prepped to take my cock up your ass, but this is one way to discover if you want anyone inside you or not.”
Bryan coughed into his fist and his face had turned a deeper shade of red. He wasn’t concerned about Bryan having an aversion to Aubrey’s fingers in his butt. Not only was Aubrey skilled at what he did, he had never heard of any man—gay or straight—who didn’t appreciate a first-rate gland stimulation.
“Trust me?”
Bryan nodded and Aubrey had to resist the urge to pinch himself. It had to be the vibe between them. The strength of it alone seemed to transcend any gender concerns Bryan might have had.
“Then get on all fours here on the bed.”
Aubrey patted the middle of the mattress, and after swallowing hard and appearing hesitant, he did as Aubrey had asked. The sight of Bryan in that position—his sac hanging low, his half hardened dick bobbing gently, and his round, muscled backside on display—gave Aubrey an instant boner. It wouldn’t take much for him to get off again.
“Drop to your elbows and put your forehead on the pillow. You can move lower if it’s more comfortable, but keep that gorgeous ass in the air for me.”
Bryan was a bit quieter than he’d been and Aubrey hoped he wasn’t pushing him too far, too fast. However, Bryan had been eager for everything they’d done up to that point, and Aubrey knew that what he had planned next would rock his world.
As soon as Bryan had positioned himself, Aubrey lubed up his fingers liberally then squirted even more moisture in Bryan’s crack. He planned to make Bryan’s first anal penetration as gratifying as possible. Bryan jumped as soon as Aubrey used the pad of his thumb to rub Bryan’s pucker. Making no attempt to breach him, all he wanted to do was get Bryan accustomed to having someone touch his opening. He switched to his index finger and prodded it gently. Bryan clenched his ring of muscle as he’d done before when Aubrey had first attempted to tongue fuck him.
“Push out, Bry, it’ll help.”
Right as he obeyed him, Aubrey’s digit sank in to his first knuckle, held fast by Bryan’s tight little hole. Bryan groaned and Aubrey stilled, not attempting to move inside Bryan yet.
“Are you doing okay? Any pain?”
“No, I’m fine.”
Aubrey felt Bryan’s heated passage clamp around him, his natural response to fight against the intrusion. Lightly twisting his finger, he gauged Bryan’s reaction to it.
“Um…”
“Tell me, Bry.”
“That burns a little.”
“I know, it will. It goes away eventually, turns into something else.”
“Something else?”
“Something good, Bry. Go with me on this.”
“Okay.”
Aubrey noted that Bryan’s breathing had increased, and while he was sure some of it was desire, there was also some he was sure was from fear. He kept his actions gentle and slow as he added a second finger. Bryan immediately clenched even tighter and inhaled sharply.
“I can’t believe the stretch. It feels so funky.”
Aubrey suppressed the urge to laugh. “You want me to stop?”
“You promise I’ll like it?”
Could he really promise such a thing? “Yes. I’m sure you’ll like it.”
“Then keep going.”
The entire interaction between them w
as hitting all of Aubrey’s triggers. Deflowering Bryan’s hole, the gift of his trust, his hot body brazenly displayed for him. It had pre-cum dripping from his dick.
He twisted his fingers some more, fucking him in short jabs, taking the opportunity to train Bryan’s channel somewhat so that having his asshole penetrated by a cock wouldn’t be so foreign to him. But it was time to show his lover why he would eventually beg for Aubrey to claim him anally.
Aubrey sank farther into his passage and found his target. After crooking his digits, he gently manipulated Bryan’s gland.
He gasped and pitched forward, almost collapsing on the bed.
“Take it, Bry. Let me give this to you.”
A low mewling sound came from Bryan, and he grasped the sheets in his fists. Bryan’s swollen erection was flushed red, the tip darker and crowned with glistening moisture.
“Oh my fucking God, Aubrey, I can’t believe this.”
“Mmm, that’s nice, Bry, feel that? Feel it building?”
“Fuck, yeah. God, it’s like I could blow my load from this alone.”
“You could. Especially if I do this.”
Aubrey reached between Bryan’s legs with his other hand to tug on Bryan’s dick. He kept caressing his prostate, the rhythm of both hands matching. Within seconds, Aubrey could tell Bryan was right at the point of orgasm. With a sudden strangled cry, Bryan loudly released his cum onto the covers, jerkily thrusting into air, his channel clenching around Aubrey’s fingers. Even though he knew it wasn’t true, it was as if Bryan were attempting to hold Aubrey inside him.
Panting and moaning in the afterglow of coming so hard, Bryan collapsed face down on the mattress and Aubrey removed his digits. He also let go of Bryan’s softening shaft that had temporarily trapped his hand. Aubrey had to chuckle, he was so pleased at Bryan’s response to the new experience.
After grabbing a nearby towel to wipe off his hands, he rolled onto his side. Aubrey snuggled up to Bryan and caressed his cheek. Bryan was turned toward him, his eyes closed. As soon as Aubrey had touched his face, there had been a satisfied smile that pulled at the corners of Bryan’s mouth.