by Jet Mykles
Hell’s thumb passed over the slit of his cock, gently probing.
Brent turned his face into Hell’s neck, latching onto the skin. Sucking. Biting.
Hell groaned, the fingers in Brent’s hair tightening on his scalp. “Ah, come. Come with me.”
Brent followed the solid heat of Hell’s delectable little body farther into the room. He didn’t protest when Hell pushed him down onto the couch. Lost in the moment, he eagerly helped Hell with getting him out of his jeans and briefs, then nearly came out of his skin when the imp pounced and gulped down his cock.
He groaned, sinking his fingers into the silk of Hell’s hair as that hot, wet mouth drove him crazy. No teasing this time. Hell was intent on bringing him off, and Brent couldn’t find fault with that. Or, at least, he seemed intent on that. But when that gorgeous tingle started in Brent’s balls, making his body shake, Hell gripped the base of his shaft hard. Brent came, but there was no release.
“What the hell?” he complained breathlessly.
Hell’s wet, swollen mouth grinned as he reared up, revealing that his shirt and jeans were now opened and the resourceful little minx had already sheathed his cock with a condom and slathered it with lube. “I like when you come with me inside you.”
Brent licked his lips, eyes caught on the hard-on Hell displayed for him. “Oh, yeah.”
Hell laughed when Brent caught up one of his own legs and bent it back “Are you a slut, Süsser?” He inched up into place between Brent’s thighs.
Brent snorted, grabbing Hell’s hips with his free hand to urge him closer. “Hardly.”
Hell shook his head, that dark purple braid sliding down over his shoulder as he leaned forward. The soft end trailed over Brent’s belly. “But you do like this, don’t you?” he murmured, pushing the slicked head of his cock into Brent’s body. “God,” he groaned, pushing forward slowly into Brent.
Brent didn’t answer. Didn’t care to try and keep up with the conversation. Words were meaningless when the imp’s cock was filling him up so wonderfully. He tried to keep his eyes open, captivated by the gorgeous look on Hell’s face, a combination of agonizing pleasure and sublime relief. The imp’s eyes fairly glittered as they locked on his under slumberous lids, Hell’s smile one of triumph. But the dark, burning heat of that brand sinking into his body forced Brent to close his eyes, the better to feel every thick inch as it dragged through his inner walls.
Hell ground in once he was fully seated, his balls slightly slapping Brent’s ass. His hands sank down on the couch under Brent’s arms, and his belly gently pushed underneath Brent’s balls.
So deep. Brent reached above his head to clutch the arm of the couch, needing to claw at something while a storm built inside. “God, Hell, move,” he demanded. “Fuck me. Fuck me hard.”
Hell groaned and obeyed, pulling out and shoving back with more force.
They grunted and moaned. Brent wrapped his legs around the imp’s slim hips, pulling him as deep as he could. It lasted forever, glorious, beautiful friction.
Brent reached down to pump his own cock while Hell shoved inside him again and again. He didn’t last long. It was too damn good. With a cry, he came, spattering both belly and Bowie shirt. He clamped down hard on Hell as he came and wrung Hell’s orgasm out of him.
Hell stayed braced over Brent, breathing hard, the open lapels of his shirt shrouding their bodies. He stared at Brent as they caught their breath. “Don’t say we have to stop, Süsser,” he said finally. “This --” He nudged his hips forward, pushing his softening cock farther into Brent. “-- is too good.”
Brent swallowed. “It’s just sex.” He groaned as Hell slowly pulled out. “We can’t let this affect the band.”
Hell nodded, pushing back to his knees. “Agreed.”
Brent adjusted back to sit against the arm of the couch while Hell removed the condom and tied it off. He licked his lips as Hell leaned back to deposit it into the wastebasket between the couch and the wall.
Should they really do this? He still didn’t think it was a very good idea.
But when Hell crawled forward to place those delectable lips on his again, he had trouble recalling why exactly.
Chapter Nine
“It simply isn’t fair.”
Brent switched his attention from the hi-def television mounted on the wall showing the video game Johnnie and Hell were playing to Ellen, Darien, and Theo, who stood right behind the couch on which he sat.
“What’s that?” Darien asked.
Ellen pouted, looking over the gathering of roughly thirty people. “Look at this. The men outnumber the women here at least three to one, but over half of them are looking at the other men!”
Theo and Darien laughed, along with a few others who were within earshot, Brent included.
Darien put an arm around her shoulders, pulling her into a consolatory embrace. She was a tiny thing and just fit just underneath his chin. “Aww, sorry, sweetheart If it’s any consolation, I’m not.”
Smiling through her pout, Ellen cuddled in close to him, winding her arms around his waist. “You’re a sweetie, Darien. I knew that.”
Theo caught Brent watching and rolled his eyes, smiling.
Brent matched the smile and turned away. Her statement was funny, but it was also true. Somewhere in the last year or so, the band’s hangers-on had taken a distinct trend toward the masculine. Brent blamed Johnnie, for not only getting the other members of the band curious, but also for so spectacularly hooking up with Tyler.
Not that Brent could fault him. Brent turned his attention to the blond, who stood with a few others in the corner, talking. Tyler was, without doubt, a gorgeous man. Also, without Johnnie’s influence, Brent doubted he or Luc would have so easily accepted their own homosexual tendencies.
Speaking of which ...
Brent turned around on the couch, settling back into a deep slouch with a bottle of beer propped with both hands on his belly as he watched Hell and Johnnie battle in some futuristic, fantasy fighting game. He couldn’t have told you the name of it if he tried, but Johnnie had been jazzed to find that Hell could play. He’d claimed to have not found his match yet, which had made Tyler snort in offense. So Johnnie and Hell sat on the floor between the couch and the wall where the huge television was mounted.
Hell looked like a child, so small next to Johnnie. He even had his tongue peeking out between those full lips, biting it as he concentrated. How cute is that? Those long, talented fingers were wrapped around the game controller, and Brent let his mind happily wander to vivid recollections of those fingers wrapped around his cock, pulling pleasure out of him as surely as had that wet mouth and the tongue that was currently being bit.
Brent wrapped his own hand around the neck of his beer bottle and brought it to his lips, visions of sinking his fingers into the imp’s soft curls while the imp sank balls deep into his ass dancing through his head.
Around him, the casual, impromptu pizza party continued. Luc and Reese had graciously accepted having guests for this last night of the week that the band would spend in the Weiss Strande East. The next day, they would hop on a plane to Los Angeles to film the second part of the video.
Deciding he’d watched enough of Johnnie and Hell duke it out, Brent got up to head toward the table to see if there was pizza left. He wondered how much longer he’d have to stay. Then he wondered if he could lure Hell back to his room afterward. Or duck into Hell’s room. So far, they’d spent every night since the first together. Brent’s ass was quite happily sore, and his cock had never been more ready nor more sated, a strange juxtaposition, but he was enjoying it.
He’d just snagged a piece of pepperoni pizza when someone grabbed his arm. He shoved a bite into his mouth as he turned to see Reese, who was pulling him into the deserted bedroom. He chewed and swallowed thoughtfully when they got there, watching Reese drop his wrist and turn to face him. His blue-tinged black hair made for odd shadows in the half-lit room.
“Okay
, Luc and I have a bet going. He says he doesn’t know for sure.” Reese glanced over Brent’s shoulder.
Brent glanced back to see Luc coming through the door, fingers tucked in the front pockets of his jeans. Casually, he flipped on the overhead light, meeting Brent’s curious look with a smirk.
“Are you sleeping with Hell?”
Reese’s words got Brent to turn back to face him, eyes open wide. He also stopped chewing in shock.
Luc laughed.
Reese scowled. “Well?”
Brent swallowed and twisted his neck to look at Luc, who now leaned against the heavy wooden armoire at the foot of the bed. “How did you find out?”
Reese hissed, slapping his hands on his thighs, which only made Luc laugh again.
“You knew,” Reese accused, pointing at his lover.
Luc shook his head. “I didn’t.” He smirked at Brent. “I guessed.”
Brent flushed, shoving another bite of pizza into his mouth. “When’d you guess?” he asked around the mouthful.
“At Sunday night’s performance. You two were acting strange, and you --” He grinned and cocked his head. “-- were walking funny” He laughed, and Brent felt the blush on his face that prompted it. “If I had to take a guess, I’d say something happened after the performance Saturday night.” When Brent winced, he chuckled. “And it looks like my guess is right.”
“Damn it,” Reese grumbled, dropping to sit on the edge of the neatly made bed.
Luc cast a fond look on his lover. “I told you, tiger, don’t test me where Brent’s concerned. I know him too well.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Reese pointed a mildly accusing look at Brent. “I just didn’t think you’d sleep with another member of the band.”
Brent blinked and turned quickly away from Reese, keeping his face averted from both of them. “Yeah, well.” He took another bite of pizza.
“Oh, hey, I’m sorry, Brent. It’s not that you can’t, of course.” Reese grinned at him, leaning forward eagerly. “I think it’s great that you and Hell are together.”
Brent glanced anxiously toward the door, flapping his free hand at Reese. “Hey, keep it down.” The music from the other room wasn’t up all that loud, so he wasn’t sure if anyone just outside the door could hear.
Reese frowned. “Is it a secret?”
“He hasn’t told anyone, tiger,” Luc reminded Reese gently.
“Uh, yeah. Right.” Big blue eyes tossed the question at Brent. “Why not?”
Brent shrugged, then glanced toward the door again. “It’s just sex. There’s nothing to tell.” He looked up, pizza poised at his lips, just in time to see them exchange a look. “What?”
Luc returned his look calmly. “Nothing.”
He tore a bite of pizza. “Well, it is.” To drive home his point, Brent put on a wolfish smile. “It’s awfully good sex.”
Luc grinned at him, but it seemed a bit placating. “About damn time you got laid.”
Brent sneered and flipped Luc off. “Anyway, it’s no one else’s business but ours.”
“As long as you two are happy with it,” Luc said.
Brent met his gaze. He was happy. For now. Until Hell was done with him. But he didn’t have to think about that right now. “Yeah.”
“So?!” Reese actually bounced on the edge of the bed. “Tell! How’d it happen?”
Brent gaped at him. “Jesus, are you a twelve-year-old girl, too?”
Reese’s mouth fell open in shock, and Luc doubled over in laughter.
Brent was about to take pity on Reese and explain when a commotion in the other room lured all three of them to the doorway. Just about everyone was ringed around the couch, watching Hell dancing like a football player who’d just made a touchdown. Which was a funny sight considering he wore a big indigo jacket that fit kind of like a dress and snug white pants that fit like tights. His hair flailed around like one of the Muppets. Johnnie was on his butt on the floor, back against the couch, staring in disbelief at the television screen.
Tyler rushed up, looked at his spouse, looked at the television, then at Hell, then broke into a belly laugh. “Oh, my God! Did he beat you?”
Johnnie glared up at Tyler. “Shut it, Blondie.”
Which only made Tyler laugh harder.
Hell hooted, dropping the controller and skipping away when Johnnie made a grab for his legs.
“You get back here!” Johnnie ordered, getting up on his hands and knees.
“Oh, no. I will enjoy my victory.”
“Once! You beat me once!”
“Once is enough.”
He danced over to Tyler’s side, and the blond readily held up his hand for a high-five. Johnnie was not amused.
Hell spun and spied Brent at the bedroom door with Luc and Reese. Beaming, he trotted over. All three of them obediently high-fived him and congratulated him, and if Hell held Brent’s hand just a touch longer than the others, probably only Luc and Reese would notice.
“We’re going to have a rematch, Hellion!” Johnnie called after him. Brent had seen the consolatory kiss Tyler gave him, so Johnnie sounded a lot angrier than he surely was. And anyway, Johnnie just didn’t stay angry. Not about things like this, even if he did take his video games seriously.
Hell chuckled, turning back to Johnnie. “Indeed. That is why I will enjoy this night. In fact --” He struck a dramatic pose, one hand splayed over his chest and the other raised like a Shakespearean actor’s “-- I believe I will call it a night.”
“Oh, please,” Johnnie grumped, pushing to his feet and heading for the food table.
Everyone laughed; some bid Hell a good night and more congratulations, then generally turned back to their own conversations.
Laughing, Hell bowed, then straightened, turning to face the three in the doorway. He smiled big at Luc and Reese. “Good night.”
Brent heard them both murmur replies, but he lost interest in anything they had to say when those purple eyes landed on him. Hell’s smile twisted just that little bit into the demon grin. Promise was in those eyes Nothing anyone who didn’t know could decipher, but it was there. “Good night.”
Brent nodded, glancing over Hell’s shoulder. No one but Luc and Reese were paying any attention. “I think I’ll turn in, too.” He very carefully didn’t look at Luc, knowing there was a smirk there. He didn’t care. Hell was leaving, so there were far better reasons to leave than to stay.
No one batted an eye as Hell and Brent walked out together. Why should they? Just two guys who left the party at the same time. Both of their rooms were just down the hall, after all, and the band was leaving at around noon the next morning.
He followed Hell through the door into the deserted hallway. He watched the sway of that purple braid as Hell headed for his own doorway without looking back. He knew what he needed to do. He’d learned the key. After one night where he’d been afraid Hell didn’t want him, he’d tried something and it had worked. Beautifully.
Hell still didn’t look back. He dug in the pocket of his jacket/dress and brought out his key card. Brent waited until he was at the door before reaching out to nab that braid. Hell’s head fell back at the slight tug, but he didn’t turn around..
Brent crowded in, pressing against his back while wrapping the braid around his hand twice. He leaned in over Hell’s shoulder, putting his lips close to the imp’s ear. “Please.”
The imp’s head turned partway, enough that Brent could see the eyes shadowed by long bangs and the tilt of the smile. “Come in.”
The door snicked open, but Brent didn’t see it. His face was buried in the sweet curve of Hell’s neck, his lips open and his tongue out to taste that gorgeous, pale skin. He followed Hell blindly into the room, one hand still wrapped in Hell’s braid and the other sneaking around his chest. He spread his fingers out on Hell’s belly and brought the imp up short when they were fully inside the room, plastering the man’s back against his groin so Hell could feel his growing erection.
Hel
l hummed happily, reaching back to insinuate a hand between them and cup Brent’s crotch. He also tilted his head to give Brent more access to his neck. “All for me?”
“All for you,” Brent assured him, nipping at his neck.
“Don’t mark me there, Süsser,” Hell purred. “We have filming the day after next.”
Brent did some humming of his own, raising his fingers to start unbuttoning Hell’s jacket. “How about marks in places no one will see?”
“But we’ll be nearly naked in the video.”
Brent groaned, taken partially out of his sensual haze by the thought of what they were going to do for the video. “Don’t remind me.”
Laughing, Hell turned in his arms. The hand Brent had in his braid stayed at his back, wrapping the arm around Hell’s side. “But I’m looking forward to it,” Hell purred, tilting his head up for a short, warm kiss. Both of their hands worked at the buttons of Hell’s jacket now. “I want to see you naked and wet.”
Brent chuckled, sliding his hand inside the now open jacket and up the warm, hairless skin of Hell’s chest. “You’ve seen me naked and wet.”
Hell’s hands eagerly untucked Brent’s t-shirt. “Yes. But this way I’ll have it on film for all time.”
“You make it sound kinky.”
Hell just laughed low in his throat and pulled Brent in for an involved kiss.
Brent pressed in, hovering over his diminutive lover. The man seemed so delicate, but there was nothing fragile about the hands that yanked open Brent’s pants nor the fingers that delved in to find his cock. He groaned, sucking in Hell’s tongue as the imp tugged on him, making him crazy.
“Hell,” he moaned, wetly releasing the imp’s tongue.
“Mmm?”
“Fuck me.”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
Hell grabbed a handful of Brent’s t-shirt and turned, hauling the taller man into the bedroom. Brent went willingly, skin alive with anticipation. The imp let him go once they were in the room, stepping forward so he could slip out of the deep indigo jacket/dress. He glanced over his shoulder at Brent. “Strip.”