Code Blue (The Sierra View Series Book 3)

by Max Walker

  “Ok, I should take it out now.”

  “Take it out?” Ethan gave a chuckle. He stepped forward and kissed Crow, reaching down and giving his exposed, still-wet cock a few good strokes. “Crow, you’re singing to me out there with that plug deep inside you.”

  27 Crow Kensworth

  “I heard all of y’all wanted an encore?!” Crow said into the microphone as he bounced onto the stage. The crowd roared. It was the after party, so the entire audience was made up of drunk people ready to butcher the lyrics to his songs and sound so confident doing it. Alcohol had that affect on people.

  Something else that had an affect on people?

  Butt plugs.

  Crow couldn’t believe it. He walked over to the micstand, grabbing it and looking out into the crowd, his ass clenching around the small blue silicon plug Ethan had put it only moments before. He was aggressively fighting back an erection at that point. Tensing his thighs and trying to reroute blood flow away from his cock, focusing on the crowd instead of the delicious sensation of being secretly filled. Only one other person in the entire building knew what was really going on, and he was currently standing front row at the VIP section, glass of champagne in his hand and a knee-quaking smile on his face.

  Fuck, he’s perfect.

  He thanked god he didn’t go commando that day. His briefs were tight enough to hold back his cock from announcing itself as a surprise guest. As the music kicked in, he brought the micstand in closer, using it to block his crotch from view. The club was dark anyway, the only lights that were on were changing between blue, red, and purple and shining out into the crowd from behind Crow. To them, he must have looked like some godly figure, crooning into the mic before the beat dropped and he tore into a set with more upbeat vocals. They wouldn’t have been able to make out how hard he was getting from feeling the plug filling him. It was an entirely new sensation for Crow, too. He had only bottomed once before and it was for an overly-aggressive top who had a massive dick. It wasn’t the best first experience and had turned him off from exploring it any further. But with Ethan, he wanted to do it all. He felt comfortable enough with him to bend over and have him work a butt plug inside of his ass. And, damn, did this feel good. It wasn’t painfully large and Ethan had been so gentle with putting it in. Once inside, Crow was surprised at how great it felt. He couldn’t wait to get off stage and play even more with Ethan.

  It was during the chorus when his world was rocked to an entirely different level.

  Suddenly, without any warning, the plug began to vibrate. Gentle and steady and completely electrifying. Crow looked out at the crowd, locking eyes with a grinning Ethan. He held up a remote and bit the end of it, his lips curling up higher.

  That…oh fuck… that fucking… shit…. Bastard…. Fuck.

  Crow couldn’t sing. He had to turn the mic around to the crowd, letting them take the chorus. His cock was rock hard now. He was beginning to get nervous that it would be obvious, but everyone was so drunk and lost in the song and the lighting was terrible. They all knew the words and drunkenly sang the chorus. Crow lifted an arm and started to pump it in the air, fist clenched, to encourage them and also give him a way of releasing the extreme tension that was building in his body. It was a tension that wound tight in his gut and only got tighter with every pulse of vibration the plug gave. His ass clenched tight around it, almost involuntarily pushing it directly against his P-spot, the vibrations rocking him to the very core.

  His knees shook for a second before he aimed the mic back to him. He had to look away from Ethan. He glanced to the side of the stage and noticed a big guitar propped up against the wall. It was an arm’s length away. Crow reached for it and threw the strap over his shoulder, all while keeping the micstand from blocking any visible penis lines. He felt his thighs twitch as the plug gave a particularly intense pulse. Ethan must have been turning it up.

  That fuck… the fuckking, oh fuck, that fucking bastard.

  He thumbed at the guitar, his erection now safely and fully covered. He pressed it against the back of the guitar as he tried to hit a high note but had to turn away toward the end, giving it back to the crowd as the plug began to vibrate consistently. Crow could barely see straight. Thankfully, he had been playing the guitar since he could walk, so his muscle memory kicked in and took over the chords.

  And then it turned off.

  How considerate of him.

  Crow grabbed the mic and sang the chorus, driving home the song, keeping his eyes shut as he pictured Ethan being the one inside him. The crowd roared as Crow hit his note, trying not to focus on the intense feeling of being filled while being in front of so many people. He looked back to Ethan, immediately recognizing his mistake the moment they locked eyes.

  It was too much. Crow was about to come. He was going to lose it in front of all these people. Frankie kicked in with the drums behind him then as the song continued, except his edge was right around the corner.

  And then, as if a look wasn’t enough, Ethan turned the vibrations back on and completely rocked Crow’s world. He turned the microphone away from himself and back toward the crowd, letting them sing the song as his orgasm blossomed up from his toes to consume his entire body. He shut his eyes tight and tried to play it off like he was loving the music and not like he was blowing a load into his briefs against the back of a guitar. His knees quaked, but his legs had to stay loose as he tried to jump up and down, hiding the spams. He couldn’t, so he flipped the guitar around over his back and leaned down on his thighs, acting as if he needed to catch his breath for a second while the crowd continued to rock it out.

  When the wave had crashed, he opened his eyes and took a deep breath before bringing the mic back to his lips. He found Ethan’s gaze and gave him a look that said it all. Ethan smiled back and mouthed out ‘I owe you’. Crow went on with his song, wrapping it up without anyone but Ethan knowing that he was a sticky wet mess underneath his dark black jeans.

  It was one of the hottest nights of Crow’s life.

  28 Ethan Winter

  “It’s not exactly a creepy toy museum, but I hope you like it just as much.” Ethan stepped aside and let Crow take in the scene in front of him.

  There was an archway made by thick, twining branches and emerald green ivy, looped through with twinkling fairy lights. Beyond the archway was a square patch of grass, right smack in the center of the private garden, surrounded by round rocks in all kinds in shades of tan and gray and white. There was an antique street lamp next to the square of grass, it’s arched neck hanging over the patch and shining down with its soft orange light. The garden itself was walled in by tall Wonderland-looking hedges that were filled with blossoming roses in all kinds of different colors, giving them a fantasy book feel even though they were still in the middle of New York City. A small pond bubbled in the corner as a bamboo fountain poured water into the pond. The garden was located inside the central courtyard of a five-star hotel, and so it was pretty well insulated from the sounds of the city. Since there was no ceiling, some sound did drift in, but it was worth it so they could look up at the night sky, framed by the building. There were no windows looking down at the picnic area, so they didn’t have to worry about any peeping toms.

  “This is…” Crow looked from the picnic to Ethan. “Beautiful. Thank you.”

  “You deserve it. Something completely private, completely serene, and completely for us. Besides, I did say I owed you yesterday.” Ethan wrapped his arm around Crow’s lower back, pulling him in and kissing the side of his head. He couldn’t get enough of having his lips somewhere on Crow’s body. Anywhere. He didn’t care, so long as it was Crow he was kissing.

  “This is perfect.” Crow started in through the archway, Ethan right next to him, his hand finding Crow’s. Their fingers locked together. They walked to the patch of grass first, going toward the pink and white plaid blanket that had been laid out in the center. There was a heavy whicker basket in the center, opened up with three dif
ferent trays coming out of it. There were all kinds of cheese, meat, crackers, and spreads. He had found out about the private garden only a few days ago and was lucky to have been able to book it on such short notice.

  “You’re crazy,” Crow said, shaking his head while wearing a wide, sexy smile. “I don’t deserve all this.”

  “Are you kidding me? You deserve this and more. If I could hand you the world right now, I would.”

  Ethan chuckled, his eyes taking on a devilish glint as his mind went reeling back to yesterday’s after show, when Crow was performing to a crowd of hundreds while Ethan controlled the vibrations in his ass. It had been insanely hot and left Ethan with a lasting boner he was sure he would have to see a physician for.

  Then he remembered he was a doctor and went back to lusting over Crow.

  The wind picked up then, a gentle breeze caressing them. It was summer in New York, and so the days were hot but the nights were bearable. It helped that the both of them were in jeans and a t-shirt. Ethan considered dressing up in a suit for the surprise, but he thought he would be running the risk of turning into a sweaty mess before the part of the night when being a sweaty mess was hot.

  Then again, Crow could sweat at anytime of the day and I’d still find it so fucking hot.

  They walked hand in hand to the picnic area. They sat down and enjoyed the cheeses and wine, laughing and talking about anything and everything. They talked about Ethan’s missionary trip to Haiti and Crow’s volunteer trip to plant trees in Australia. They laughed over the prank they had pulled on Frankie last week and they discussed what they thought about Jordan’s new-found upbeat attitude. By the end of the picnic, Crow’s head came to lean on Ethan’s shoulder and their conversation turned a shade deeper. Ethan’s hand glided higher, reaching Crow’s neck and giving him a gentle massage.

  “Thank you,” Crow said. “For showing me that I actually have the ability to love.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “Before you came along, I swore I was broken. I wrote about love and finding someone’s soul mate, but I felt like that would never happen to me. I dated some pretty good guys, but none of them ever lit me up in the way I sang about. Yet everything seemed fine on paper. It should have all added up and I should have at least felt a spark. But I was always pretty bleh about them. Just empty. I guess in your case, you blocked yourself off from love. In mine,” Crow took a pause. “I was scared I couldn’t feel it in the first place.”

  Ethan kissed the top of Crow’s head. “We both had lessons to teach each other.”

  “It all started with that whiskey,” Crow said with a chuckle, reminding them both of that night they first met. “And with this whole stalker thing, you’ve been nothing but amazing. I don’t think I’d be nearly as sane as I am now if you hadn’t been around to hold me down. Without you, I know that I’d be obsessed with it. It would have driven me crazy. I’m normally a pretty big scaredy-cat, but you give me a strength I never realized I had.”

  Ethan stomped down a tendril of fear that crept up at the mention of the stalker. He wasn’t going to allow himself to feel that fear. It only gave the stalker the power they were looking for. Instead, he was going to hold on to the hope that the police would figure out who it was soon. He would focus only on Crow and making sure he was ok, in every sense of the word.

  “Well hopefully we won’t have to deal with it much longer.” Ethan held Crow a little tighter. Crow practically melted into his grip, molding to his body. They made a perfect shape together.

  A few moments of silence followed before Crow looked up into Ethan’s eyes. There was a deep connection there, one that Ethan felt so fucking lucky to have. It was love. Ethan could see it plain and clear. Pure, unadulterated love.

  Ethan had to seal the moment with a kiss. He brought his fingers to Crow’s chin and lifted his face higher so their lips could meet once again. The kiss was warm and quick to burn, like a brush fire tearing through a drought stricken countryside. His insides burned with a need to have Crow. To become one with him. He wanted all of Crow. Needed it.

  The kiss grew stronger. More passionate. Fingers started pulling at clothes. Tugging until buttons popped loose. Rubbing over growing bulges, grabbing zippers and pulling them down. Soon, both men were standing naked under the light of the streetlamp. They smiled as they pressed their bodies together, kissing once again as their cocks crossed and pressed against the other and heat rolled off them both in waves. Ethan’s hands came down to squeeze on Crow’s juicy ass, giving them both firm holds before he slipped a finger between the crack. Crow jerked at the feeling, but he didn’t pull away. Ethan continued to play with his hole as their kiss grew even more fiery. Ethan could feel Crow’s precome smear across his belly as their hips pressed toward each other.

  Ethan glanced toward the entrance of the garden, making sure he had thrown the lock on. He went back to kissing Crow before he took a step back, admiring the sexy musician underneath the artificial light. The shadows highlighted all his muscles, making them pop, his tan skin glowing underneath the light, his fat cock jutting out ahead of him. Ethan couldn’t help but reach out and grip him tight.

  “I want you to fuck me,” Ethan whispered, biting Crow’s earlobe in the process. Crow’s cock gave a throb in Ethan’s grip.

  “Let me play with you first,” Crow said, “give you a little taste of what you did to me.” His voice was gravely and so damn fucking swoon-worthy. Ethan smiled as Crow guided him back down onto the soft plaid picnic blanket. Crow grabbed their discarded shirts and bundled them up, placing them underneath Ethan’s head so he had a make-shift pillow to lay on.

  Ethan looked up at a smiling, dreamy-like Crow. The night sky painted the background a dark blue. A few stars surprisingly managed to twinkle through the city’s light pollution. Well, one was a plane, but still, it was romantic and perfect and everything Ethan ever wanted. He looked into Crow’s eyes, seeing a deep pool of love reflecting back at him. Ethan pushed up and kissed Crow. Their lips crushed together. Possession and love. Lust and passion. Promises and hopes. Everything was shared between them in that moment, and Ethan knew that there was so much more to come.

  Crow pressed his stiff cock against Ethan as they kissed. Ethan felt his body cry out for Crow. He felt every muscle in his body relax as he pushed his ass against Crow’s cock. Feeling the slick tip pressed against his hole was pure bliss. He wanted it all and he was so close to just digging his fingers into Crow’s hips and pulling him in.

  “I need you inside me,” Ethan whispered as they caught their husky breaths. They had gotten tested already and so the lack of condoms wasn’t a concern. “Please.”

  Ethan was fucking begging. He wasn’t one to plead, but the word came out of his lips without any thought except that Crow needed to get inside of him. Crow brought his hand to his mouth and spat, using it to get Ethan nice and wet, spreading his cheeks with his fingers, sliding them across Ethan’s tight hole, teasing him with a tip before pushing a finger in past the knuckle. Ethan gasped, spreading his legs a little wider, his cock giving a rogue throb and leaking a rope of clear precome down onto his belly as Crow sunk his finger in deeper.

  Then came the ‘come here’ motion, and fuck, did Ethan almost come right there and then. A man’s P-spot was no joke, and Ethan was certainly not laughing. His eyes shut tight as his hips bucked up, his ass tightening around Crow’s finger as he pushed on the magical button that sent every man over the moon and back, again and again.

  “Fuck, Crow, that’s it. Finger my ass,” Ethan managed to say, encouraging Crow to go a little harder. “Fuck, right there. Yeah, use two fingers.”

  Crow slipped his finger out, leaving Ethan feeling empty and needy, and spat on his hand again, bringing his fingers back to Ethan’s ass. He pushed two in past the tight ring of muscle, causing Ethan to moan and roll his eyes back. He tugged on his cock, but stopped short of jerking himself off. He didn’t want to blow too early, and with the way Crow was fingering hi
m, he felt like that was a very real possibility.

  “Please,” Ethan said again. “Fuck me.”

  This time, Crow seemed happy to oblige. He pulled his fingers out and grabbed his own cock, lining it up with Ethan’s tight, wet hole. Ethan’s eyes rolled back as Crow pushed in, sinking halfway into Ethan. Both men groaned in pure ecstasy as Crow pulled back out. And then went right back in. Out. In. Out. In. They built a rhythm that rivaled that of one of Crow’s hits. Ethan felt Crow’s balls slapping against his ass as he thrust balls deep, burying himself inside of Ethan and giving him exactly what he needed. He cried out in pleasure, bucking up as Crow continued to fuck him, hard, giving him all he had. Ethan’s legs shook with every thrust, the intense pleasure overwhelming him.

  “Oh fuck, fuck,” Ethan said, the entire English dictionary escaping him at the moment. The only words he could manage to say were ‘fuck’, and that was barely coming out. They both turned into grunts and moans. Sweat beaded across Ethan’s forehead as his toes curled in the air. Crow held his feet up higher, giving him better access.

  Ethan started jerking himself off. His eyes were shut tight as Crow pounded into him. It was bliss. His balls tightened as his body quivered with an impending explosion that was set to rock Ethan’s entire fucking universe.

  “Ethan, I’m going to come,” Crow grunted, his thrusts sporadic, some deep, others shallow. Ethan pushed his hips up, impaling himself on Crow’s cock, pushing him over the edge. Ethan clamped his legs around Crow, locking him inside as he unloaded in Ethan’s ass. Crow spasmed above Ethan as he filled him up with his seed. Shot after shot, Ethan could feel Crow pulsing inside him, giving him more and more of what he wanted. The feeling was enough to catapult Ethan over his edge. He shouted as the climax blasted through him, shooting ropes of warm come onto his belly, his ass clenching with every shot around Crow’s still-coming dick.