by Bianca Vix
I don’t hear from him the next day. Or the next week.
Not ever.
Chapter 4
Jett
Damn it to hell, it’s bright in here. Why is it this bright?
Morning. It has to be morning. No. I went to bed in the morning. It was cloudy then.
Fucking afternoon sun.
It’s hours before I have to get to sound check. Why the hell am I awake? Something’s loud. The noise is coming from outside. Christ, they’re jackhammering right beside the damn hotel.
I wince at the sharp pain in my head. It gets worse when I sit up, but I don’t care. Coffee. I need coffee. And something in my stomach. Couldn’t care less what, as long as it doesn’t make me feel worse than I already do.
As if that’s possible.
I check the date. Yeah. Tonight’s our first show in New York.
After two full days and nights of binge drinking and sex, I’m not ready for this.
But I need some fucking coffee. And I need to get out of here. Mostly I want to get out of my own head, and I can’t do that cooped up in this hotel room.
Dragging myself out of bed, I head to the bathroom for a quick shower. It’s all I can do to try to and ignore the memories trying to flood into my mind.
Drinking and fucking randoms took care of that for the last two days. Now the only thing that can do it is music. All my guitars are at the venue already. So that’s where I’m going. Hair still wet, I grab a baseball cap and sunglasses.
All I want is to get going. There’s a line of cabs out in front of the hotel and it’s easier to grab one of them than to mess around with getting a car.
“Where to?” The cabbie doesn’t even look around at me. Good. I don’t want to get recognized by anyone right now.
“MSG. But first, I want to go somewhere to pick up some coffee.”
I pay the driver to get out and get me some coffee. I don’t care about food anymore. While he’s gone, I can’t help but smile in spite of myself.
Tonight we’re playing The Garden. We’re the opening band, but still. This is it. We’ve made it here. Next time, we’ll be headlining.
The driver’s back fast. I like this man. It doesn’t take long to get to the venue either, and I’m not even finished drinking by the time I walk inside.
The darkness feels good. It’s cooler in here. And there’s no-one around.
Perfect.
Once I get to the stage, there’s a handful of guys down at the mixing board, way off near the back of the arena. Too far away for any of us to get in each other’s way.
It’s not hard to locate my guitars. I pick out my favorite. Of course it’s electric, but it’s got a really cool sound when I play it unplugged. It’s got a solid body and it never lets me down.
I sit on the edge of the stage and start playing the first song that comes to mind. It’s an old one, the first one Tailspin ever recorded together. We don’t play it anymore, haven’t for awhile. It’s all about the new stuff these days. But I like this one a lot.
About three seconds in, everything’s better. My monster hangover fades into the background along with the bits and pieces of memories I have of the last couple of days.
I don’t know how many songs I get through before I need to stand up and stretch. I catch a movement out of the corner of my eye. Frowning, I realize I’m not alone on the stage. Someone’s been watching me.
“Hey, Jett. Great sound.” Dylan steps out from the side of the stage. “New song?”
“Old song.” We’ve been touring together for quite awhile now and I still can’t get over how striking he looks, every damn time I see him.
He comes over, carrying a cardboard tray filled with takeout coffee cups. “Want one?” He makes the offer when he catches me staring at them hungrily.
“Yes.”
“Everything okay?”
I lift my eyebrow at his question, too busy sucking down as much caffeine as I can to ask what he means.
“Sure.”
He sits down beside me, pulling out a coffee for himself. “You’re here early. You’re looking kinda rough.”
I snort. I’m sure he’s right. I don’t care. “Wanted some alone time.”
“Fair enough. I’ll leave you to it.”
“Hey. Dylan. Any food around here?” I don’t want to fuck around and have to go back outside any sooner than I have to. I can stay here until our sound check is over and we have to go out and get dinner.
“Sure. I can get something to you.”
I feel bad. That’s not his job. “I’ll be in my dressing room.” The moment I say it, I feel like an ass. “I mean–”
He laughs, cutting me off. “Don’t worry about it. I’ll get something to you there.”
My head’s pounding again. This is why I shouldn’t be around people when I’m hungover like this. “Cool. Thanks, man.”
I flop down on the bed in the corner of the dressing room. There’s a knock at the door. I’m not getting up.
“Yeah, come on in.”
It’s Dylan. Immediately I sit up.
“You didn’t have to do that.” I expected someone else to be bringing the food along. Whoever does the catering is usually the one to bring it to us. This tour’s big enough that I can’t keep track of who does what anymore.
“Not a problem. And there’s really not anyone else here yet. Caterer’s don’t arrive until later.”
So now I really look like an arrogant asshole, fucking entitled rock star ordering everyone else to do what I want. Great.
“No, stay. Have something too.” I call after Dylan as he turns to leave. “There’s tons of food here.”
He pauses for a split second, then comes to join me. “Could use something right about now.”
Good. Because now I know I could do with the company. I’ve got to get into a better mindset before the show tonight. Reviews of a New York show have a long reach, well past the rest of the tour. How we perform tonight is going to make a huge difference.
We eat in silence and it occurs to me that this is the first time Dylan and I have ever hung out alone. “So, how’s it going on your side of the stage?”
“All good. There were a couple things to take care of, that’s why I’m here now. But it’s all worked out. Tailspin’s doing great. Tour’s totally sold out, right?”
“Yeah.” I chew slowly, trying to let the throbbing pain in my head ease up. “Everything’s been going pretty damn smooth so far. Best tour I’ve ever been on. And lots of that’s down to you.”
“Thanks.”
“No, really. You’re the best in the biz and it shows. So, you got plans for later? Checking out Manhattan?”
He knocks back the rest of his coffee. “I don’t think so. Maybe tomorrow.”
“What, you’re not a fan of the big city?” I take another bite of food.
“I like it here. But there’s something else I’d rather be doing now.”
“Oh yeah? What’s that?”
Instead of answering me, Dylan’s eyes catch mine. Right before they slide lower. A lot lower.
Right down to my crotch.
It’s only for a couple of seconds.
But his signal couldn’t be more clear.
There’s one big thing that makes this tour different than all the others Tailspin’s been on. Aside from it breaking us out into being mega-stars.
It’s that I’ve found out just how willing people are to hook up with a rock star. Both women and men. I used to have a strict rule about no men when we’re touring. But the first offer I got on this tour was at a party. Way after the show was over, so no-one else from the band was around. I went for it and never looked back.
I haven’t stopped since. I just make sure to keep it discreet. No-one else in the band knows. Hell, there’s still no-one else in my life who knows.
I’m keeping it that way. Always. So that means hooking up with our sound guy is a bad idea. This tour’s far from over, and Dylan’s committed
to it until the end.
I should ignore what he just did. Let him make something up to cover for it. Then we’ll both go our separate ways and forget about it.
Instead I slide closer to him.
So close, I can feel the heat of his body. I’ve been wanting him since the moment he walked into our practice space. No matter who I hook up with, night after night, I think about Dylan. Whenever I want to get my mind off Shayla, my thoughts go straight to him. I’ve never been so hot for another man in my life than I am for him.
I run my hand across his shoulders. His muscles tighten under my touch. An electric attraction shoots between us.
It’s not one-sided.
I don’t want to think about it anymore. I don’t want to think at all right now.
He leans in close. “I haven’t been able to get you off my mind. Not since the first time we met.”
My fingers clench the fabric of his t-shirt. Him too? I figured he’s looking for an easy fuck. And I’m right here.
Even in my fog of lust, I don’t want to get caught. “Come.” I pull at his arm, dragging him with me.
“That’s the idea.”
My cock throbs at his words. We get backstage and I’m searching around for some kind of empty room. This place is fucking huge, bigger than any stadium we’ve played so far. Impatiently I pull on yet another locked door.
I need to have him. Right now.
“This way.” Dylan’s grabbing at my hand, leading me down one of the maze of hallways.
“You’ve been here before?”
“Yeah, a few times.”
Of course he would’ve been. The hallway he picked is darker than any others. For a moment I think it dead ends, but when we get to the end, it goes off another direction.
“Here?” I’m dubious. It doesn’t look well-used, but it’s not exactly private.
“Here.” His voice is firm.
I’m so turned on, I don’t argue.
I swallow hard.
We’re alone.
There’s nothing to stop us.
I push Dylan up against the rough concrete wall, gripping the back of his neck with one hand. He doesn’t so much as flinch as I kiss him hard. A low moan escapes him and I grind my body against his.
Dylan doesn’t hold back. He slides his hand up under my t-shirt. His fingertips are as rough as mine. Pushing back against me, his very hard cock rubs my leg.
My lips roam around his neck, biting and sucking. Dylan catches me off guard when he spins us around. I let him push me back up against the wall. I’m more than up for anything he has to offer.
He yanks my shirt up, bending down to bite at my nipples before he kisses his way down my taut stomach. I grip his hair tightly as he moves.
He’s on his knees now, my straining cock right in front of his face. I tug my zipper down and he drags my jeans and briefs down and out of the way.
Dylan runs his hand up my inner thigh. My cock is already raging hard. He sticks his tongue out, licking up my shaft. The sensations are incredible as his lips brush over my balls. I spread my legs wider, glad I have the wall at my back for support.
His tongue slides over my balls and even though he’s ignoring my cock, I’m about ready to explode. He’s gripping my thighs as he makes his way up to my cock.
Instantly his warm, wet tongue is sliding up the entire length of my raging hard-on.
My head falls back against the wall.
Dylan knows what he’s doing. He’s working me good and it’s better than any blow job I’ve had in a very long time.
Finally his lips slide over my cockhead. He works my cock into his mouth slowly, taking a very impressive amount of my shaft deep down his throat. The pleasure’s almost unbearable. This is nothing like the usual fast fucks I always have after a show.
I’m gasping, so close to coming and it’s all because of his expert tongue. I hold back a groan as he slides his hand down my stomach.
He’s gripping my shaft, squeezing while he works me over. Licking everywhere, he teases me mercilessly before he gets down to sucking. All my energy is going into not letting this end too soon. I even have to look away from him. The way this hot man looks, on his knees in front of me with my engorged cock sliding in and out of his mouth, sucks the air right out of my lungs.
Dylan can tell that I’m close to losing it. His eyebrow lifts as he moves around, settling in to keep torturing me as long as he can.
He’s sucking harder now. Moving his mouth up my pulsing erection, he stops at the head. My hips buck forward and he pulls back, not letting me fuck his mouth like I meant to. Sliding his tongue back down my cock again, he reaches my thigh and stops completely.
I grab at his hair. I’m right on the edge. He grabs my balls, squeezing tight as he sucks my cock into his hot mouth one more time. I groan out loud before I can stop myself, but right now I couldn’t care less if we were on stage with thousands of people staring at us.
And actually knowing there’s a chance we could get caught is turning me on even more.
I’ve been on the edge for so long but almost without warning, my orgasm rips through my body. I’m shooting hard and Dylan doesn’t miss a beat. He’s swallowing everything I’m giving him.
I’m drained when he stands up, a big smile on his face.
“Enjoy yourself?”
Like he doesn’t know the answer to that already. I can’t speak yet anyway, so I ignore his obvious question.
He’s already opening his fly. His stiff cock springs out. It’s an invitation I can’t resist.
Still, I take a few seconds just to stare. I’ve been imagining it for so long.
The reality’s even better.
It’s big and thick. My favorite kind.
Dylan slides his fingers up his impressive length.
I push his hand away, replacing it with my own. He feels amazing. Hard as a steel bar. I’d so love to jack him off so I could see this big thing erupt.
But I’m salivating for a taste. I get to my knees. Right in front of his crotch.
All of the guys I’ve been fucking lately have been the ones servicing me. It’s been awhile since I’ve had a hard, juicy cock in my mouth. Why, I have no idea.
“Mmm.” Dylan lets his hands fall to my head.
I can’t take my eyes off his amazing cock. It’s hard and ready as I stroke slowly. Leaning in, I touch the head with just the tip of my tongue.
I lick my way up and down his shaft before I swirl my tongue around. Dylan groans as I wrap my lips around his pulsing cock while I grip his shaft. Taking him into my mouth, I don’t let up.
I’m so into sucking his cock, I don’t ever want to stop. I can’t get enough of it. The more I suck him, the higher my arousal goes and soon enough, I’m hard again.
Dylan’s breathing goes ragged. I go faster, sucking him good. This is something I could do forever but the end’s coming soon. His body tenses up but I ease back, slowing right down to tease him a little.
It’s a powerful feeling, taking control of his pleasure. My tongue circles around his head as I hold his throbbing cock at the base, angling it towards me. Unable to resist any longer, I go as far down on it as I can.
My free hand snakes up to fondle his balls. His body tremors and he pushes forward.
“Fuck.” He’s gasping, needing to come. I speed up, tightening my grip on him. He’s so close, I take him deep as I can into my mouth, my lips and tongue working fast.
It’s too much for him to take. With a groan, Dylan explodes in my mouth. I don’t stop sucking and stroking until I figure he’s ready to collapse.
I stand up in time to catch the look on his face. “That was fucking amazing.” He can’t hide his surprise.
“What, didn’t think I had it in me?” He so didn’t. Must’ve thought he’d seduce a straight rock star for himself. I smirk at the idea that I’ve shocked him this way. Rocked his world.
Dylan smiles. “Guess not.”
At least he admits it.
So I can do the same. “Yeah, I wasn’t sure about you either. Good to know I was wrong.”
I do up my pants. “You’ll keep this to yourself.” It’s not a question.
Is it my imagination, or does a flicker of disappointment show up in his eyes? I can’t tell, it’s gone too fast.
“Sure. I gotta go.”
Just like that, he’s heading down the hallway.
Leaving me wanting more.
Chapter 5
Jett
She’s staring at me from across the room. Definite interest. That’s more than I expect this early in the afternoon. I’ve got the next two days off. It’s our first real break since the tour started, and I want to make the most of it. Life on the road so far has been a great time. But it’s also a hell of a fucking grind.
The rest of the guys are still sleeping. I tried that, but the afternoon sun’s too bright. I’m too restless to stay in bed.
Alone, that is. I need something to stop my brain bouncing around my skull like oil on a hot skillet. I wanted to spend at least part of my time with Dylan, in a repeat performance of the other day.
Except he’s disappeared. I haven’t seen him since our show last night, and I hardly saw him even then. He was out there while we played. I was well aware of his presence, even if I couldn’t see him. He never joined us backstage like he usually does, not last night or the night before.
Part of me was a little relieved. Instead of ending my interest in him, the memory of having his lips wrapped around my cock only makes me want him more. I want to get Dylan out of my system. I have to.
Maybe hooking up with him again will do it.
If nothing else, it’ll be a hell of a good time.
But he’s gone. Fuck knows where. So here I am in the hotel bar, looking for some kind of distraction. The very attractive woman a few tables away will do just fine.
I shoot her the best I Want You smile I can muster. I still feel shattered. But the way she’s smiling back at me is already starting to take the edge off.
Even better, her tongue slides over her lips. If I wasn’t on my way over to her already, I might have missed that sexy, suggestive lick.