The Stage

by Jenna Galicki

  “Gather around fellas,” Felix called to Jeremy, Alan, and Derek. “I have an announcement.”

  Brandon leaned closer to Cam and lowered his voice to a whisper. “I’d love to get through just one day without a fucking announcement.”

  “I hear you,” Felix replied as he filled champagne flutes from a tray that a waiter held steady.

  The guy had fucking superhuman hearing.

  “None for me.” Damien shook his head when Felix offered him a glass, causing his enormous blue mohawk to sway. “Clean and sober.”

  “A sober musician?” Felix’s eyebrows raised high on his forehead. “How 21st century.” He looked directly at each member of Bulletproof. “You should all take a page from Mr. Diamond and skip the drugs and drink once in a while.”

  Derek laughed. “Look who’s pouring the fucking alcohol!”

  “It’s a celebration.” Felix clinked his glass against Audra’s. “I’d like to announce that Ms. Abelman-Wilder and I have been discussing a business opportunity between Immortal Angel and Bulletproof.”

  “Wait,” Audra interrupted Felix. “My sister needs to hear this.” She waved over someone who was deep in conversation with Bulletproof’s sound guy, while Brandon and Cam snickered quietly at the way Felix flinched at the interruption.

  “This is my sister, Kira Abelman. She’s Immortal Angel’s A&R exec. Kira, this is Felix Osbourne, Bulletproof’s manager.”

  “Very nice to meet you.” Kira shook Felix’s hand. She was as pretty as her sister, but neither one were pushovers. As heirs to the Falcon Records Empire, they both had reputations as powerful executives who took no shit.

  “Likewise. As I was saying,” Felix tipped his glass toward Tommy and Angel, “I see a guitar player who blends genres and a singer who sang in a half dozen different octaves tonight. Talent abounds in this room! You’re eight musicians who can, no doubt, adapt to each other’s style effortlessly. After what I just witnessed on stage tonight, I see a goldmine in the form of a joint venture between Bulletproof and Immortal Angel. In the next few weeks, we want to explore writing opportunities between the two bands.”

  “Excuse me, Mr. Osbourne.” Kira raised a finger. “I was in the audience. I heard the fans’ reaction to Sex & Greed, firsthand. I think we should re-release it as a single featuring Brandon Bullet and Derek MacAlister right away. Then we can pursue writing new material.”

  Brandon was ecstatic. He had no idea that tonight’s performance would result in a moneymaking opportunity to work with Immortal Angel. He thought it was strictly a one-time thing – just a fun time between musicians and a treat for their fans. The entire night had Brandon riled up, and the idea of writing new music just boosted his energy level up a degree. The thrill of it all had his hormones scrambling, and he only wanted to do one thing right now – ravage the fuck out of his guy. He clapped his hand on the back of Cam’s neck and brought him close enough to kiss. “Let’s blow this joint and celebrate upstairs.”

  “I was wondering how long you were going to make me wait. Watching you on stage, jumping around with that hot-as-fuck rock star couple, got my dick hard as stone.” Cam slipped his fingers into Brandon’s belt loops and tugged their bodies together. “Do you feel that?”

  A rod of steel hit Brandon in the crotch, and his cock immediately thickened. He rammed a kiss onto his lover’s mouth, eliciting a sensual moan. “Let’s get the fuck outta here,” Brandon whispered against Cam’s lips.

  Security confronted them as soon as they left the ballroom. The area where the ballrooms were located had restricted access, but they needed to reach an elevator bank located in an area open to the public.

  Brandon could hear the commotion from the fans in the distance. Someone shouted his name when they neared the end of the long corridor, eliciting others to join in. Brandon’s eyes lit up, and his chest broadened as screams filled the room. He stood taller and tried to make eye contact with the fans and wave as he moved through the crowd, but it was utter mayhem. Security was huddled so close that he couldn’t see anything except hands and cell phones. He raised rock and roll horns above his head to acknowledge the fans, and they screamed even louder. He and Cam were practically shoved into an elevator with two security guards, and the doors closed behind them.

  “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a mob scene like that before.” Cam sounded slightly rattled. “That could have been dangerous.”

  Brandon moved closer. He didn’t care that there were two other dudes on the elevator who probably weren’t used to seeing two guys kiss. He flattened Cam against the wall. “Danger gets my blood pumping.”

  “I don’t need danger,” Cam replied. “The second I heard you sing my blood pressure spiked and my dick got hard. Your voice is like rocket fuel.”

  The elevator doors opened, interrupting things from progressing further. The two stone-faced security guards seemed relieved that they didn’t have to endure any man-on-man action. There wasn’t anyone in the hallway, but the security guards found it necessary to accompany Brandon and Cam all the way to the door of their suite.

  Brandon pulled two fifties out of his bankroll and handed one to each of the men. “Thanks for the escort. Have a good night.”

  Brandon kicked the door shut behind him, and was about to plaster Cam against the wall, when he was accosted by 90 pounds of rambunctious muscle. “Ugh. Brandy.” The black Lab’s paws hit him in the chest, and she licked his face.

  Cam laughed. “C’mere, girl. You can give me kisses anytime.” The dog ran circles around Cam’s legs, and he squatted down to pet her and so she could slobber his cheeks.

  Brandon loved that dog, but Cam had to stop and greet her for a full five minutes every time he walked through the door, and Brandon was anxious to move things into the bedroom.

  “OK, girl. That’s enough.” Cam kissed the top of the dog’s head and snapped his fingers. “Place.” She ran to her fluffy dog bed and plopped down to chew on a tennis ball.

  “See you in about an hour,” Brandon told her on the way to the bedroom. The dog happily thumped her tail in reply.

  Brandon closed the door so a pair of probing puppy-dog eyes didn’t interrupt their lovemaking. He popped his cell phone into the docking station, and Redneck by Lamb of God blasted through the speakers. Music was at the center of everything in his life – on stage, at home, and a must when he was fucking the life out of his man.

  Cam took Brandon by the upper arms and pinned him against the wall with his body. “You were strutting all over that sexy, long-haired guitar player tonight. My cock was so hard I thought it was going to break off.”

  Sexy? A fire flared in Brandon’s belly. “You think Tommy Blade is sexy?”

  “Very sexy.”

  Brandon immediately reversed their positions and flattened his body against Cam’s. He crashed a kiss onto his lover’s mouth so hard he thought he was going to knock a tooth loose. He knew Cam was teasing, making him jealous just to provoke a reaction, and it worked in the most erotic way. “Are you trying to drive me crazy?”

  Cam’s chocolate brown eyes held a mischievous glint. “He was like your body double. Watching you with a look-alike had me in some kind of trance. I imagined that there were two of you devouring my body at the same time.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “Double the pleasure.”

  “There’s only one Brandon Bullet.” Brandon pressed his rock hard cock into Cam’s solid erection. “And he’s right here.”

  “Where?” Cam asked with a tilt of his head.

  “Right.” Brandon gave another quick thrust with his hips. “Here.”

  Cam dropped to his knees. He hastily opened Brandon’s belt buckle and tugged on the button. The zipper split open, and Brandon’s jeans fell to the floor.

  “Briefs?” Cam looked up at Brandon, confusion creasing his brow.

  “Yeah. I—”

  Cam pulled them down to the floor. “Nix these whenever you perform. It’s just one more piece of clothing in my way, and I’m an i
mpatient man.” He stuffed Brandon’s cock into his mouth, all the way down to the base. One hand cupped Brandon’s balls, squeezing and pulling them roughly. The other hand wrapped around Brandon’s hip and clutched a chunk of his ass cheek.

  Brandon moaned as a full-body shudder shook him. Cam’s tongue was doing insane things to him. He dug his fingers into Cam’s short hair and rested his hand on the back of Cam’s head, but there was no need for pressure. Cam was a master with his mouth. Just when the tingle of an orgasm started to pulse into Brandon’s cockhead, Cam abruptly pulled away, causing Brandon’s eyes to flip wide open. “Why’d you stop?”

  Cam stood to his full height. “Get your ass in bed.”

  “You and that God damn bossy mouth.”

  “You love my mouth.” Cam’s tongue made an appearance and seductively licked his upper lip.

  Fueled by his lover’s teasing tongue, Brandon took hold of Cam’s button-down pinstriped shirt and pulled it open at the center. Buttons pinged across the porcelain floor like a xylophone. Cam’s gorgeous naked torso, with the most spectacular abs in the world, stared back at Brandon. His lips went to Cam’s chest and licked the perfect arc of muscle. He ran his tongue up the delicious gully in the center, all the way to the sweet spot just below Cam’s ear.

  Cam leaned his head back and sighed. His hands crawled around Brandon’s waist and lifted his T-shirt over his head. He grabbed Brandon’s face between his palms and gave him a deep kiss. “Bed. Now.”

  “Yes, sir.” Brandon extended his arm toward the four-poster bed. “After you.” He watched Cam shake his tight little ass on the way to the bed, but could only refrain for so long. He came up behind Cam, grabbed his tight ass by both cheeks, and squeezed the hard muscles.

  Cam jumped a little, then spun around and opened the button and zipper of his skin-tight jeans.

  “Sit,” Brandon ordered.

  “And you call me bossy?” The alluring crooked smile on Cam’s face demanded to be kissed, and Brandon couldn’t resist the invitation.

  After Brandon ravished Cam’s luscious mouth, he pulled the covers down with a quick sweep. Cam sat on the edge of the bed, kicked off his tennis shoes and wiggled his legs so Brandon could free them from the constricting denim.

  Now completely naked, Cam sprawled across the bed. Brandon gazed at his lover. The man was perfection from head to toe. Slender and muscular. Tall and handsome. Smart and sexy. “How did I ever get so lucky?”

  “I’m the lucky one.” Cam stroked his thick cock. “Now get over here and make love to me.”

  Brandon dove onto the bed and covered Cam’s body with his form. They were of equal height, so their bodies lined up perfectly. Chest to chest, hip to hip, and cock to cock. Brandon gyrated his pelvis so their shafts bumped together while he kissed Cam hard and deep. Cam pressed back with his lips and groin, reversing Brandon’s movements and taking control. It ignited every fiber inside of Brandon, and he sighed heavily.

  They rolled onto their sides so they were facing one another. Cam wrapped his hand around their shafts and held them together, slowly moving his fist up and down, creating a beautiful burn of friction.

  A drop of pre-cum, either Brandon’s or Cam’s or maybe a little from each of them, added a tiny bit of slippery lubrication. Brandon breathed deeply and shuddered. Every time this man touched him, no matter how Cam touched him, it made him tingle from the inside out. They rolled over several times, twisting the sheets around their legs with their mouths pressed together, each trying to take control of who dictated their lovemaking. They came to stop in the same side-to-side position, parallel to one another, equals in their competition for domination.

  Cam dusted his fingers over Brandon’s chest and down his thigh. His kiss was softer, more alluring, making Brandon’s cock pulse. Every cell in Brandon’s body twitched, seeking deeper physical contact. “I want to be inside you.”

  “Well, what are you waiting for?”

  Damn that smart mouth. Brandon gave Cam a hard and possessive kiss, and then stared into his warm eyes for a second. No matter how much they each craved to be in control, there was an unspoken concession between them. No one was in charge.

  Brandon reached for the bottle of lube on the nightstand and slathered it onto his fingers, while Cam watched with a loving gaze. They shared a tender smile that filled Brandon’s heart with passion. He leaned down and stole a kiss.

  Cam lifted his hips and placed his ankles on Brandon’s shoulders, offering himself to his lover. Brandon brought his mouth down onto Cam’s cock, producing a delicious moan. Cam guided Brandon’s head with a handful of hair. He knew how he wanted his dick sucked, and he always made it known.

  Brandon resisted at first, trying to retain his own momentum, but he learned that sometimes it was easier to let Cam take the lead. Their feisty bouts for dominance were erotic as fuck, but Brandon didn’t want to waste time with a playful test of wills tonight. He slid his slicked fingers below until he found a warm, inviting orifice. He circled his finger over the hole, teasing and taunting.

  “Put that fucking finger inside me,” Cam ordered in a husky voice.

  Brandon pushed one finger inside, where it was enveloped by warmth and constricting muscle.

  Cam grunted and moaned. “Is that all you got for me? One little finger? Can’t I have more?”

  A second finger shoved its way inside.

  “Oh, yeah. That’s what I like.”

  Spurred on by Cam’s dirty talk, Brandon’s mouth continued its succulent attack on Cam’s cock. His fingers pushed in and out, twisting, turning, and scissoring inside Cam’s bottom. Brandon was burning up. His cock twitched, seeking contact with the mattress. Fuck that. He abruptly pulled his mouth and hand free. He needed to be inside this man. Now.

  He inched forward on his knees while Cam repositioned his hips higher. Their eyes caught sight of one another again, and they both paused. Cam’s half-closed eyes were sensual and warm, and the corner of his mouth curled into a soft smile. Cam moved his calf closer to Brandon’s neck and nuzzled Brandon’s ear with his ankle. Such a small act of affection, but it sent a wave of peace spiraling around Brandon’s heart. He ran his hand lightly over Cam’s leg. Starting at the inner thigh, he trickled his fingers down to the delicate bend behind the knee and placed a kiss on Cam’s shin. He added more lube to his cock and placed it at Cam’s opening, maintaining eye contact when he pushed forward. He watched Cam take in a short gust of breath and jut his chin toward the ceiling. Pleasure covered Cam’s face with expressive parted lips and a crinkled brow.

  Brandon thrust himself slowly, allowing himself to feel every tingle, but Cam was impatient, lifting his hips and pulling on Brandon’s neck with his feet.

  “You want it rough?” Brandon thrust himself deeply. “Like that?”

  “Oh, fuck yeah. Just like that.”

  The sexy slur in Cam’s voice sparked another layer of lust inside Brandon. He yearned for Cam. All of him. All of the time. He wanted to possess this man’s body, mind, and spirit. And he wanted it like a savage. He thrust harder and faster. His balls smacked against Cam, adding a healthy dose of pain to intense pleasure. He clutched onto Cam’s hips, while Cam squeezed his hands around Brandon’s forearms. Their bodies were locked together, sharing the ultimate act of love.

  Brandon’s eyes fluttered and his breath came in quick short gasps. The combination of the show, plus the magnificent man he loved, filled Brandon with intense euphoria. He took hold of Cam’s cock and stroked it, hard and fast, in time with the rhythm of his hips. He tried to focus on Cam, but his eyes kept rolling toward the ceiling. He was vaguely aware of hot liquid creating a smooth froth over his hand. The image of thick white ribbons across Cam’s beautiful abs pushed Brandon over the edge. His body quivered as the orgasm exploded inside him. He leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and let out a loud moan. Slowly, he came down from a plane of ecstasy and fought to catch his breath. A firm hand pulled him down to the bed and they shared a pass
ionate kiss.

  “I love you, Cam.”

  “I love you, too, rock star.”

  Brandon woke to a wet nose tickling his neck. He draped his forearm over his eyes to block some of the brightness in the room, but the dog thought it meant Brandon wanted to pet her. She nudged her nose under his hand and flipped it off his face. “Alright.” He scratched the dog’s neck. “I’m getting up.” He sat on the edge of the bed and took the dog’s face in his hands. “Did Cam send you in here to do his dirty work again?”

  “If I didn’t, you’d sleep the day away.” Cam was in the doorway, already dressed in tight-as-fuck black jeans and a Get Rocked in Vegas T-shirt, coffee cup in hand. How that man looked so gorgeous and put together so early in the morning was an enigma.

  “Are you ready for the show already? It’s not until ten tonight.”

  Cam’s face lit up with animation. “This is a big deal to me. I’ve never been to a weekend-long festival with dozens of bands before.” He put the coffee cup on the nightstand, sat on the edge of the bed and leaned back on one hand. “And did I tell you my boyfriend is headlining tonight’s show?”

  Brandon sat with his back to the headboard and pulled Cam into his arms. “Let’s stay in bed for a while. We can order room service and relax before we head over to the festival.”

  Cam snuggled closer. “That sounds nice. We haven’t had much time alone since the tour started.”

  This was Cam’s first tour with Bulletproof, and Brandon had been worried about how he would adjust to being on the road. He had thought that Cam would be homesick and grow irritated at Alan, Jeremy, and Derek’s non-stop shenanigans. Instead, Cam seemed to enjoy the camaraderie. He was enamored by the constant onslaught of fans and enjoyed the VIP treatment. The novelty hadn’t worn off yet. Brandon remembered when he was younger and the fame and notoriety were still new. A cocky smile spread across his face. He’d never get tired of the recognition. He lived to perform on stage, and the over-the-top reception from the fans boosted his ego. He loved them as much as they loved him.