by TL Travis
As soon as my bedroom door was closed and locked, just in case, I felt Lucas sidle up behind me. His nimble little fingers reached around to the front of my jeans, unbuttoning the fly.
“Now, it’s time I thank you properly for dinner.” He traced the outline of my rapidly hardening dick through my boxers with his fingertips.
“It’s been so long,” I mumbled.
With us only seeing each other every few weeks, my dick spent far too much time cradled in the palm of my own hand. To have his hand wrapped around it felt like heaven.
“I know, baby.” He slid my boxers and pants down around my hips as he appeared in front of me. “I’ve missed you,” he said as he sunk to his knees.
“Fuck.” I put my hand on the back of his head as he licked a stripe across my slit and sucked the head in. When I looked down at him I was met with a pair of heavily lidded blue eyes staring back at me. “God you look gorgeous down on your knees with my dick in between your lips.” I guided his head further down my shaft, taking me deeper inside the confines of his warm mouth. Lucas loved to suck cock, on more than one occasion that was our only form of hooking up.
He took me to the back of his throat and hummed, the vibration damn near made me lose my shit. “Lucas, not like this. I need to feel you wrapped around my cock.” Regretfully, I pulled away. The urge to get inside him was driving me.
“Supplies?” he asked, sliding his shirt off over his head as he walked toward the bed.
“Nightstand,” I kicked off my shoes, and slid out of my clothes before landing on the bed with a thud.
“Someone’s excited,” he said, tossing the lube and a condom on the bed.
“You fucking know it.” I watched him continue to undress before sliding his lithe frame beside me. I rolled over, facing him. Capturing his lips with mine, my tongue swept across them, prying them apart before diving in. I swear I could come from kissing alone sometimes. So sensual, so personal. So…ahh…
Reaching around him, I slid my palms down his back, cupping a perfectly round globe in each hand. “This ass of yours is going to be the death of me.” I squeezed them as he wiggled his ass in my grip. I slid a finger down his crack, our size difference allotted me vast opportunities for tormenting my needy lover. When I reached the destination I’d desired, I prodded his entrance with my finger tip and he released the sweetest moan.
“More.” He pushed back against my finger while sucking my tongue in the same way as he had just done to my cock.
It bobbed in response, as if he need be reminded it was still there. Lucas reached between us, wrapping his fingers around the shaft. The pad of his thumb found the bead that pooled on top of the head. I drew in a breath as he began smearing it around the sensitive tip as he stroked me while my finger probed his needy hole.
“Babe, fuck. Need to be inside you,” I managed to say while he nipped his way down my neck, landing on my nipples, sucking each in turn. I swear those damn things had a direct connection to my dick.
“You want to prep me or you wanna watch me do it?” he offered, opening the bottle of lube.
“Both.” The shocked look on his face at that one word reply quickly turned to one of desire.
He squirted lube on both our fingers before pushing me flat on my back so he could straddle my hips. My eyes never wavered as I watched him reach behind to finger himself. Once his finger was in, he panted, “More.”
I reached between his legs, slowly sliding my finger in alongside his. He ground down on our fingers, fuck this was the hottest goddamned thing I’d ever seen. Both of us fingering his ass at the same time…there weren’t enough words in the English language to describe this. And if there were, I couldn’t find them having been rendered speechless.
I crooked my long finger, grazing his spot. He threw his head back, moaning, “Fuck me, Joey,” and withdrew his finger. I teased him for a couple more strokes before following suit, but before I could grab the condom, he had the corner of the wrapper between his lips and tore it open. Tormentingly slow, he sheathed me, slathering it with lube before positioning his entrance above it. With a shaky hand, I grabbed my shaft, holding it as steady as I could while his needy hole engulfed me. With each push, he’d pull back up before sliding down and taking me deeper. After the third time, he was seated on my lap.
“Seems like I always forget you’re anatomically correct until I’m trying to fit that monster inside me.” He leaned over, placing the palms of his hands flat on my chest and pressed a chaste kiss against my lips. Once his body had adjusted, he began rotating his hips from side to side.
“Fuck…”
I grabbed his hips, trying desperately not to thrust up and hurt him. But this God damned lap dance he was performing wasn’t helping stave off my release. And just as I finished that thought, he pulled up and slammed down on me.
“If you do that one more time, I’m going to blow,” I warned him.
He fisted his cock and furiously began stroking himself while rocking his hips from side to side. His hand worked his cock to the same beat as his hips worked mine.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned, “It’s…hitting…each…pass.” His movements sped up. One, two, three shifts and, “Fuck!” he yelled as his warm release filled his fist before spilling over onto me.
His clenching muscles around my cock took me over the edge. I held his hips firmly in place and thrust up screaming, “Lucas!” as I came.
He plopped down on top of me, as I brushed the hair aside that had stuck to his forehead before pressing my lips there.
“I love you, babe,” I whispered.
He barely muttered, “Mmm hmm,” before his breathing slowed and his limp arms fell to the side.
“Luc, we need to clean up before we rip my happy trail off trying to unglue ourselves.” Gently, I tried to guide him down on the bed beside me. He never opened his eyes, but one of his arms came up to shield his face. After peeling off the condom and tossing it, I went to the restroom across the hallway and grabbed a damp washcloth. I cleaned us both off, tossed the rag aside and crawled back in bed with him. As I was trailing my fingertips across his torso he bolted upright.
“Shit, what time is it?” he asked in a panicked frenzy.
I got up and grabbed my cell out of my pants. “Ten fifteen. Why?”
“I um, I told my dad I wouldn’t be out late since we have to get up early tomorrow.” He rushed out of bed, hurriedly dressing.
“Okay, let me put some pants on and I’ll walk you out.” I crawled into a pair of jeans I found on the floor and walked him to the front door. He kissed me goodnight and pulled out of the driveway as my dad was arriving. I didn’t want to be rude and slam the door in his face, so I waited for him to come inside.
“Laundry day?” He smirked as he walked past me staring at my chest.
I looked down and spotted a hickey just above my right nipple. Fuck. I know I’m an adult, but shit. My cheeks heated, and I knew my face had turned red. “Um, something like that.”
“Right,” I heard him mumble before heading upstairs.
Chapter
Nine
The next day, I woke to Diamond and Stoli pounding on my bedroom door. “Wakey, wakey, sleepy head.” Stoli laughed from the other side.
“Fuck off,” I yelled, covering my face with a pillow as though that would make them go away.
He pounded harder. “Dude, get the fuck up. We need to talk. Band meeting downstairs in ten.” I heard matching footsteps descending the stairs.
I tossed on a pair of sweats and headed down as three sets of eyes turned my way and were glued to my chest.
“Nice hickey.” Mickey laughed, and Diamond joined him. But the look on Stoli’s face was one of disgusted disappointment.
“What?” I asked staring back at him while rubbing my hand across my chest. His eyes clocked my every move. What the fuck was wrong with him? It’s just a fucking hickey.
“We made coffee, grab a cup and take a seat,” he told me as he turn
ed away.
When I came back in, he started the meeting without even looking at me. “Hey guys, we’ve got to make some changes. Brett and my mom are about to have a pup and he doesn’t have time to manage us anymore.”
“Oh shit, wait,” I bolted upstairs and grabbed the card Lucas gave me last night and brought it back down to him.
“What’s this?” he asked.
“It’s a friend of Lucas’s dad’s who manages bands. His son goes to UDub with him and he’s bringing his kid into the business so they’re looking for a few more bands.” I returned to my spot on the couch, inhaling the aromatic nectar inside my coffee cup.
“How do we know this guy is any good?” Stoli asked, tossing the card on the coffee table. Mickey picked it up and he and Diamond checked it out.
“We don’t. But his website is on there, so we can check out what bands he manages and ask for a list of references for starters.” Between his attitude and my lack of caffeine my temper was rising.
“Sounds like a plan,” Diamond chimed in.
“Okay than on to item two,” Stoli continued, “We got asked to join in on a battle of the bands tour.”
The group excitedly yelled, “Hell yeah’s” and “right on’s.”
“Well, slow your roll, guys. I talked to Brett about it and he agreed it’s a great opportunity, but we’ll be low band on the docket of a dozen bands. We can’t afford hotel rooms so most nights we’ll have to sleep in our van and hope like hell the bands with rooms will let us use their bathrooms. Here’s the flyer.” He handed it to me first. “It doesn’t pay a lot, but it’s our foot in the door and we’re allowed to sell our demo CD’s and merch too.”
“Dude, this kicks off next weekend?” I said, passing it to Mickey.
“Yeah, means you’re gonna have to be away from your boy toy for a while. Think you can handle that?” His steely gaze met and held mine.
“Guys, don’t start this shit again,” Diamond said, rubbing the scruffy beard on his face.
Without breaking our stare, I replied directly to Stoli, “Yeah man, I can. What’s your problem with him anyways?”
“My problem with that little blond is that when he shakes his ass you drop everything for him. It’s like you don’t even have a mind of your own anymore. Whatever Lucas wants, Lucas gets and it’s fucking ridiculous.” He stood with his fists clenched at his sides.
“What’s up with this?” I gestured to the stance he’d taken. “Are you wanting to throw down or something?” I stood, matching his confrontational stance. Mickey and Diamond were at our sides in the blink of an eye ready to deescalate once again.
“No, I’m not going to fight my best friend – ever. For someone who’s as smart as you are, you sure can be fucking stupid when it comes to him. But I’ll just go on record as saying Lucas isn’t who you think he is. That’s your battle to fight, but don’t ask me to accept him into our group because that will never happen.” He relaxed, and Mickey and Diamond backed off.
“Now, back to band business. We don’t have the time or the money to buy a professionally done backdrop. So we need to be creative. Mickey that’s your area of expertise. Do you think you could paint our logo on a couple of white bed sheets to use in the meantime?” Stoli slid comfortably back into his unofficial role as our leader.
“You know it.” Mickey pumped his fist in the air.
“I’ll get Brett to cancel the few gigs we had scheduled. I’ll call the promoter back and let them know we’re on board and get the low down. We’ll probably need a few ice chests to store food in because we won’t be able to afford eating out all the time. All right guys, got any questions before I make the call?” He scanned the room, we looked at each other not sure what to ask.
“We probably will after you get the rest of the info,” I added.
“Fair enough.” He pulled out his phone and started dialing.
“Hopefully we can still do the Vancouver gigs this coming weekend. That way we can leave with a little cash in our pocket.”
I looked over at Stoli who smiled back at me. This smile was actually a real smile that reached all the way to his eyes and he gave me the thumbs up, so he must have heard our conversation. Fuck, I’m so torn up inside over him and Lucas.
“All right, guys,” he came up behind me, clapping his hand on my back, “we’ll meet the promoter tomorrow at the rehearsal studio at one o’clock. He’s gonna give us the packet with the dates, times and venues listed in it and the contract we need to sign. Basically, we caravan out of here on Monday morning and follow the other trucks out. We need to make sure all our equipment trunks and cases are marked with our band name. It’ll get loaded into one of the semi-trailers for the roadies to offload and set up at each venue.”
“Hell,” Diamond said. “Is this real?”
“Yup, this is real. It’s not glamorous but it’s a start, our start. And we’ll be on the road for eight weeks. It’s a west coast tour with a shit load of shows scheduled and now Social Sinners will be added to the docket,” Stoli happily added. “But we’ll still be able to do the two gigs in Vancouver this weekend. Brett’s cancelling the others, he actually said his old band might take them if the bar owners will let them.”
“Song list. I say we stick to what’s on the demo since no one outside of the Pacific Northwest is familiar with us.” I tossed that out for them to mull over. “What do you guys think?”
“It’s the best way for them to get to know us. I’ll go home and start working on burning more cd’s for the trip. Later,” Mickey said heading for the door.
“Don’t forget the backdrops,” Stoli hollered.
“No worries, I’m sure my mom won’t miss a couple of sheets.” He laughed on his way out.
“Let me throw some clothes on and the three of us can get to work on the van. We need to have my dad change the oil and check everything out.” I went up to my room and changed before locating my dad out in the garage.
“Hey Dad, whatcha doing?” I asked, walking in with Stoli and Diamond.
“Just finished checking out some stuff on the truck. What’s up, guys?” He turned, facing us. “If I didn’t know better I’d think it was an ambush.”
“Oh ha, nah. Stoli got us an eight-week road gig and we were hoping you could help us get the van ready for the miles it’s about to take on.” I was hopeful he’d help us out.
“Wow, that’s great. When do you guys head out?” he asked, putting the socket wrench away.
“A week from tomorrow,” Stoli told him. “We should probably learn some basic maintenance in case the beast breaks down on us.”
“The beast?” I asked, laughing.
“That would be a wise idea. Alright, today you boys are gonna learn how to change oil, top it off, add coolant to the radiator, check your brake fluid and brake pads and possibly replace them and lastly – what to look for when checking your belts. Is everyone wearing clothes they don’t care about ruining?” he asked us.
We nodded, letting him know we were good to go and car mechanics one-oh-one was underway. Four hours later, we’d changed the oil, replaced the brake pads, and topped off all the fluids. Diamond opted to buy pizza for us which was consumed so fast it never had a chance to cool down. Afterwards, we cleaned up and called it a night. When I plopped down in bed after a scalding, hot shower I decided to text Lucas the good news.
Hey babe
What’s up?
We got an eight-week road trip gig
What???
Before I could text back, my phone rang, and Lucas’ face popped up on the screen.
“No shit?” he said instead a standard greeting.
“Yup,” I chuckled. “After we left the tattoo shop some other guys we know from the studio showed up and told Stoli one of the bands dropped out of the line-up and asked if we’d be interested. Of course, he told them yes and they put him in touch with their promoter. Long story short, we’re getting added to the docket.” It was hard to contain my excitement, wit
h every spoken word my voice went up an octave.
“Wow, that’s just, wow. Congrats!” he said cheerfully.
“Yeah so will you come this weekend to Vancouver, so we can get some time together?” I asked, hoping for some one on one time with my man before heading out.
“I can probably do that, but not until Saturday. You guys heading down there on Friday?”
“The first gig is Friday night, so we’ll head out around noon to try and beat the Seattle traffic and give us enough time to set up. We got a cheap hotel room for both nights, but you and I could head back after we’re done on Saturday night and you could crash here.” He never had before, but with us being apart for so long, I wanted to throw it out there as an option.
“That could work. Text me the info for Saturday and I’ll meet you there,” Lucas agreed.
“It appears as though you marked your territory.” Saying that out loud made me laugh.
“What do you mean?”
“You left a love bite on my chest. Just above my right nipple. Didn’t go over well with the general band population.”
“Ugh, let me guess. Stoli got a bug in his ass over it,” he huffed.
“Um yeah, how did you know who I was talking about?”
Huh…
“You’re kidding, right? It’s my man, it’s my territory, not his,” he growled. “Tell me, Joey, what happens when you think about me?”
“I dunno, what do you mean?” Not sure where this was headed.
“Do you get hard when you think of me?”
“Fuck, I am now.” I laid back on my bed, reaching down to straighten my hardening cock. If this was going where I hoped it was, it needed room to grow.
“Touch yourself.”
“Um, okay.” I grabbed my shaft through my jeans.
“No, I want to hear you undo your fly. Fist your cock and stroke it for me,” he commanded.