Push

by BLMorticia

  “Jesus….” Seth yelled at the top of his lungs, jerking his body off the bed.

  Malakei grasped Seth’s thighs to stop him from moving. He nearly gagged as he struggled to keep up with the amount Seth released into his mouth. Still, he didn’t let up on his oral assault. His only regret was not being able to fully see him lose it as he desired. By the way Seth shuddered uncontrollably, Malakei knew he’d done it right.

  “Fuck, Kei. Oh God… c’mere, baby. I wanna kiss you. Taste you.”

  Malakei swallowed the last bit, then rose in time for Seth to cover his lips with his own.

  Malakei savored the kiss, enjoying the tastes of beer and Seth’s cum on his taste buds. As they locked lips, he lay directly atop Seth, only wanting his mouth and their bodies close for now. Seth could always return the favor later.

  WAKING UP from his lust-induced coma, Malakei forced one eye open. He shifted to glance at the clock and sighed in relief when he read 7:36 a.m. Not to disturb Seth, he reached over his sleeping form to grab his phone. He wanted to stop Esese before she let herself into his condo.

  Malakei waited for her to pick up. “Esese? Hi, good morning. Yes, listen I don’t need you to come over. No, no. I, um, have company and….” Malakei grinned and ran his hand over Seth’s slender torso. Touching him made him hard again, but he’d have to save that until after breakfast.

  “Yes, ma’am. Tuesday will be fine. All right. Yes, I will tell the young lady you said hello.” Malakei’s maid had no clue about his sexual identity, and since he was her boss, it was none of her business anyway. “Okay. Bye.” Malakei pressed the disconnect button on his phone. The moment he did, his cell rang the bland tone, and the unlisted number message popped up again.

  Annoyed, Malakei blew out a breath and pressed connect. “Hello? Hello? Who the hell is this?”

  Seth squirmed and turned to meet his gaze.

  “I said, who is this? If you don’t tell me right now—”

  Click.

  “Who was it?”

  Malakei exhaled. “I’ve been getting these calls from an unlisted number. It’s really annoying me because this is my private line.”

  Seth eyed him. “Who has the number?”

  “My parents, Sheena, Greg, Barry, and Peter. You’ll have it as soon as I get it changed.” Malakei pecked his lips.

  Seth groaned, then eyed him seriously. “Well, thanks, but if someone is pranking you….”

  “I don’t know if they are. Regardless, it’s not funny.”

  “How long has this been happening?”

  “Since Tuesday. I’ve never had a problem until now.”

  “Hmm. Perhaps you should check on your ex.” Seth smirked.

  “Do I detect some jealousy over Peter?”

  “You do. I don’t trust him. I know it isn’t Barry, and it’s not your folks. That only leaves Greg, Peter, and Sheena. I don’t know the other two, but—”

  “But?” Malakei inched in closer to Seth. “Why don’t you trust him?”

  “Because he might resent that we worked with you instead of signing with his label. He said some pretty gnarly things at the dinner table the other night.”

  Malakei tried to remember, but he couldn’t. “I won’t ask you for examples because it isn’t important now. In the meantime, food is. I’d offer to cook you breakfast, but I can’t even boil an egg right.”

  Seth snickered. “I can cook for you if you’re hungry. I’m handy around the kitchen.”

  “You are? Baby, what can’t you do?” Malakei said, incredulous.

  Seth looked up, then back at Malakei. “Hmm, let’s see. I can’t do math problems. I suck at any kind of sport, and I love smoking and drinking too much to stay in real shape.”

  Malakei harrumphed. “You’re in perfect shape to me.” He ghosted his lips over Seth’s and trailed his tongue around the edges of his mouth. Although he wanted to eat, Malakei’s desire for Seth won out. His cock pulsed underneath the sheets giving new meaning to the term morning wood.

  Seth yanked Malakei in, covering his mouth with his own while he gripped his shoulders. He pulled away a moment, staring at Malakei with lust in his eyes. “Food first? Or should we make love again? I got a hard-on that needs tending and so do you.”

  Malakei gulped hard. “I’m hungry, but it can wait a little longer. I gotta have you again.”

  Seth smiled and rolled over on top of him. He clasped both of Malakei’s hands above his head and pinned them there. “Good, m’love, ’cause I feel the same.”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  “SOOO… YOU two got it on, aye?” Morty asked Seth as he pulled his Rock Lifer shirt on.

  Seth glanced at him through the glass of the dresser in his bedroom. “We did. He dropped me off this morning on his way into the studio. I told him I’d wear the same clothes, but he insisted we come in separately.”

  “How do you feel about that? Do you think he’s trying to push you away again?”

  Seth shrugged. “No. But I don’t think his employees know he’s gay. I’m fully okay with him staying tight-lipped for now.”

  “You are? Mate, you rarely go for the closeted boys.”

  “No, but Malakei’s different. I want him something fierce and I don’t want to force him to come out until he’s ready. Besides, we need to stay cool for now. He’s got a stalker.”

  “What? You mean someone’s following him?”

  “No, but someone’s ringing his personal line. That’s another reason he dropped me off so he could go get it changed. I got a feeling it was Peter.”

  “Why? He seems like a decent bloke.”

  “Because he might be mad about the band not joining his record company.”

  “I don’t buy that. You sure you’re not just accusing him because he’s Malakei’s ex-boyfriend?”

  “No. I’m not that fucking immature, Morty. Anyway, I don’t want to give this arsehole whoever he or she is more of a reason to come after him. He’s right about not attracting undue attention right now,” Seth said.

  “Yeah, it’s not good for him or us. Did you stop to think of that?”

  “I did, even though I couldn’t care less. We can handle it.”

  “We can, but I’m worried about you. Can you handle all this?”

  “Fuck yes. The deal about checking me is still on the table. If I act like a bumbling fool, kick my arse.”

  “Yeah, all right, and you’re okay with hiding?” Morty asked him.

  “For now, yes. I know it won’t be forever. Still, it ain’t cool for someone to be calling him without saying a word or leaving messages. They called three times on Sunday and twice today.”

  “Whoa. That doesn’t sound good. Um, Seth, is that what you’re wearing today?”

  Seth bunched his hair atop his head and twisted it. “Yep. I’m in a randy kind of mood. Wanna give my man a little show.”

  “There you go with the your man stuff,” Morty laughed.

  “’Cause he is. He pretty much told me that over the weekend.”

  “Hmph. Do you love him?”

  Seth sighed and fingered the wayward locks hanging on the sides. “Too early to call that, but I love being with him. I know it’s only been a short while, but… he’s so…. Gods, he’s got me wrapped around his finger. To spare you the dirty delicious details, I’ll say I’m smitten. The whole time I was there, I didn’t smoke any cigs, man. Not a one.”

  “What? Now that’s hard to believe.”

  “It is. Being around him, I didn’t even want one. I don’t even really crave one now. Trading one impulse in for another, I suppose.”

  “Oh boy. Don’t lose your head, Seth. Like you said, it’s early.”

  “Yeah it is. And I fully intend to keep him by my side.”

  “By wearing kilts to practice?”

  “That and other things.” Seth shifted on his heel. “I know it’s usually stage wear, but I feel free with it on. The chill hitting my balls feels nice too.”

  “Ugh. T
oo much information, mate. I don’t wish to hear about your nutsack.”

  “Why not? According to Gina, you gots a nice pair.”

  “Oh ick!” Morty turned around and walked out of his part of the suite.

  Seth snorted and grabbed his Docs. He slipped them on, then tied the laces. Once he finished, he checked his look in the mirror once again. “Gonna be on you like white on rice, Kei. So you best be prepared.”

  By the time 10:00 a.m. rolled around, the limo picked up the band and took them to the studio. They were ready for the final mastering, then they’d discuss which stations would get a copy of “Finders.” Seth figured any of the traditional rock stations and on the internet would be fine. He also felt they should do a performance video for YouTube. Hence another reason for the special outfit today.

  Once the car arrived at the address, the guys hopped out and headed to the front doors. The air was brisk, and as Seth said, the wind tingled his balls when it went up his kilt. Thankfully, they didn’t have to walk far and quickly boarded the elevators straight to the top. In only a minute or so, the lift stopped, and they filed out. They ambled to the doors of the studio lobby.

  “Good morning, guys. Oh. Seth, it’s a little cold for that, isn’t it?” Lena asked Seth.

  They all returned the greeting.

  Seth pulled his jacket tighter around his neck. “Nothing I can’t handle, honey. Is Malakei in yet?”

  “Yes, he’s in the studio with Barry and Malakei’s friend. I think they’re finishing up his disc I think.”

  “Good deal.”

  Seth figured that had to be Greg since Malakei mentioned working with someone he knew from home. He wondered how Malakei would introduce him. In all honesty, it didn’t matter, but he couldn’t help being curious.

  Seth opened the door and waved his bandmates inside. The sounds of light beats and a makeshift horn section blared from the speakers. Seth placed his guitar case down and listened to the rhythm.

  “Sounds great, Malakei. I’m digging the way you mixed this,” Barry said.

  “I like it too. You did good, Greg. It’ll be a hit for sure. You sure you don’t want to pass it on to Pete?”

  Seth’s skin prickled at the mention of Peter’s name. He almost growled, but he kept his reaction to himself.

  “Not a chance, man. I need to do my own thing.”

  “Suit yourself, but you know he’s looking for new talent in hip-hop and rock.”

  “Mhmm. No go, though. I like being on my own.”

  Seth nodded in agreement. “Can’t blame him for that at all. I feel the same.”

  Malakei, Barry, and Greg turned to meet his gaze.

  “Well, hello there. I didn’t hear you guys come in.” Malakei strode over and grabbed both of Seth’s hands, pulling them up to his lips.

  Morty and Gio groaned.

  “Oh God, you guys are gonna make us sick, aren’t you,” Morty said.

  Seth groused. “Just ’cause your girl’s gone home!”

  “Thank gods she has, or I was gonna throw her off the balcony with all her whiny demands.”

  Seth snickered and continued to eye Malakei. The heat exchanged in this moment warmed him in every place imaginable. He licked his lips.

  “You look really good. You always do, but… did I tell you the kilt is my favorite?” Malakei said to Seth.

  “What did you say?” Seth said, twirling his hair around his fingers. He pretended not to hear Malakei’s compliment.

  Morty and Gio walked away grumbling, leaving Seth with Malakei. He was grateful for that because he didn’t want to hear them complain.

  Just as Malakei was about to repeat what he’d said, Seth put his hand up. “You never did, but you can share that bit with me later if you like.”

  “I just did.” Malakei pulled Seth in and covered his mouth with his own. Seth went limp in his arms while they kissed.

  Whistles and groans sounded from the other side of the studio.

  “Dang, fam. I’m all for the community, but can you introduce a brotha first before you eat his face off?”

  Malakei halted and cleared his throat. “Sorry. This is Seth Davies. He’s the lead singer and guitarist for High Stakes. And my… my boyfriend.”

  Seth gasped in surprise, shocked by Malakei admitting it so easily.

  “Well, damn. It’s about time you got with somebody. I’m gonna shake this man’s hand for bringing you out of hermithood.” Greg walked over and introduced himself, greeting Seth as he’d said.

  “The pleasure’s all mine, my man. Your music sounds good. It could use a little, um, er, guitar on the back end to make it more up tempo, but it’s nice. Nothing outstanding.”

  Malakei grasped Seth’s hand tight. “Um, maybe, but as long as….”

  “Naw, wait. You say it ain’t unique? Tell me what you know about hip-hop, my man?” Greg appeared to be offended.

  “I know Prophet is a better rapper than you and the beat is a little weak. The horn section fits, but you could give it an edge with a guitar riff. And no samples, please. People who steal from the greats get nowhere in my world.” Seth said.

  “Babe,” Malakei said and yanked his wrist, probably telling him to shut the hell up.

  “I don’t steal. I’m an artist just like you, dude. You walk in here, looking all prettified, then gonna tell me how to do my own rap?”

  “My pretty’s got nothing to do with it. Just listen. Barry, kick up the tune and I’ll show you. I may not know more than Malakei or you about rap, but I know when a melody could use a little more mmph to draw people in.”

  Seth bent down to open his case. When he lifted it out, Malakei grabbed him around the waist.

  “You don’t know how to leave well enough alone, do you?” he whispered in his ear and lightly kissed it.

  Seth straightened and grinned at his man. “I think this will help.” Seth tuned his guitar and walked over to the amp. After he saluted Barry, he plugged his guitar into the pedal and ran his fingers over a couple of strings. “Start, then I’ll play along.”

  Barry did as asked.

  Both Malakei and Greg walked over to the board.

  When the music sounded, Seth plucked the strings to the tune, until he found one he liked. He played the riff he’d just thought about and tried his best to match the rhythm.

  “Well, fuck me. That sounds better. Seth, a little lower on that. I like how it blends with the trumpet,” Barry said aloud.

  Seth continued to play and bobbed his head to the beat. “I like the sound of that too.” He continued with that same note for another couple of minutes, then looked up at Greg. “What do you think?”

  Greg twisted his lips. “I like it. I’m still not on board with you saying my rap is weak.”

  Seth shrugged. “Dude, it’s an observation, right? I’ve been told worse when we started, so suck it up, man. You’re gonna have to do that too when it comes to the critics.”

  MALAKEI WATCHED from the board in awe. He shook his head and patted Greg’s back, trying his best to be encouraging. It was hard, knowing Seth said what Malakei himself had thought. He just didn’t have the heart to tell him, knowing how close they were. He would’ve definitely taken it the wrong way.

  “Whatchu think, Kei? I mean, I like your boy’s suggestion, but you think I’m weak?”

  “There’s always room for growth, Greg. You’re good. We all know that. I wasn’t perfect when I started. I took a while to freestyle without tripping all over myself. Remember that?”

  Greg laughed. “Hell yeah. You sounded like a bumbling fool.”

  “I seriously doubt that,” Seth yelled over since the music stopped.

  Malakei eyed his lover. “Enough out of you. Stop eavesdropping and get ready to hear your master. We’ve got work to do.”

  Seth winked at him and gave him a tongue wag.

  Malakei groaned and fought with himself not to give everyone a show. He looked back at Greg. “All I’m saying is….”

  “Who
is this cat, man?”

  “I told you. He’s from the band I’m helping, and he’s my boyfriend.”

  “Really? Man, he’s wearing a skirt.”

  “It’s a kilt, and it… looks fantastic on him. He speaks his mind a lot, Greg. And this time he’s on to something with that riff. It sounds great with those horns you set up. We need to bring them back in and see if we can blend them together. That’s if you like it enough to do it.”

  “Oh, I like it, but I don’t appreciate your dude talking shit.”

  Malakei patted his shoulder. “Forget it, okay. He’s just being himself. One thing I’ll never have to worry about is him holding back on saying what’s on his mind.”

  “Yeah? Well, he might need to cool that if he wants to stay upright.”

  Malakei frowned. “Hey, c’mon. Don’t threaten him.”

  “I’m not, but somebody else might break that pretty face of his. I don’t really see it. He looks like just another white boy to me, but what do I know?”

  Malakei grimaced. “Not your place to judge, and he’s more than just another man. He’s my man. You’ll always be my friend, but I won’t tolerate you bad-mouthing Seth.”

  “Fam, I’m not, but that ain’t the way you come at your boyfriend’s homie, you know? Not in the first meeting.”

  “Okay so his delivery was, uh… interesting, but he helped you, didn’t he?” Malakei patted his back.

  Greg didn’t appear convinced. “Yeah. I like his idea, sure.”

  “So forget about it, then. He’s gonna be around me a lot, Greg. Get used to it.”

  “Dude, when the hell did you guys have enough time to get so close? Ain’t he only been here like three or four weeks?”

  “Four and a half, but who’s counting?”

  “Not me. Whatever. Not that I judge dudes, but… I don’t see anything so great about him.”

  “Fuck you, Greg. The dude is hot. If Kei wasn’t on him and I was a few years younger, I’d be all over him.” Barry stood up and walked over to where the band was.