I tugged at his hand. “Deal.”
While he took a shower, I changed into an oversized T-shirt and soft sleep pants. Then I pulled out our coloring books and the LEGO set I bought. I settled down to color while I waited for him, choosing a page with a racecar on it. I chose red violet for the body of the car and was about halfway through with it when Kay ran out, wearing soft shorts and a T-shirt.
“I wanna color too.” He sat across from me.
I handed him two other books. “We have pets or fantasy.”
“Oh. Fantasy. Dat has dragons.” He was regressed to his little already.
When he started coloring, I asked, “Are you glad the tour is over?”
“Mm-hmm. We’re on break for a while.”
“The guys said you get to start recording right after Christmas. Are you ready?”
Kay shook his head. “I’ve hardly written anything. But we have time.” He huffed and put his hands in his lap. “I’m a-scared to tell the guys I don’t wanna sing any mores.”
“I’ll help, Kay. We’ll figure it out. But let’s play for now.”
He still looked sad and worried. I needed to change that, and I had an idea on how to take his mind off things.
“Why don’t you come sit with me on this side?” He crawled over the floor to squeeze in beside me. I hugged him and watched him color for a minute before moving my hand lower. I rubbed up his thigh, then slid my fingers to his crotch and fondled his balls. He started wiggling around, making those mewling sounds, as his dick got harder and harder. “Feels good?”
“Yeah…”
“Good.” I kissed the side of his head. “Want you to feel good.”
“Don?”
“Yes?” I squeezed his cock through the material of his shorts.
“Will…will you, uh…”
I assumed he was going to ask for more, maybe for me to stick my hand in his shorts and touch him skin on skin. “What do you want, baby?”
He huffed, as if making him say it was a chore. “Will you fuck me?”
I froze. I’d never topped anyone before, not that I wasn’t willing. “I can… To be clear…are you asking me to penetrate you?”
“Yes.” Kay wasn’t a big guy; he was nearly the same height as me, but he was thin with a wiry strength. But on stage, his presence was bigger than life—at least to me. “I need…I mean, we’re still looking for our daddies, but that may never happen. I say cross that bridge when we get to it. But we’re both herenow, and we may be both little, but I need to be close right now. Closer than ever, and I love you.” He moved fast, up and over, straddling my thighs.
“I’ve got you, then.” I swallowed hard. “We need lube and uh…condoms.”
Kay smiled wickedly. “I saw some in the bathroom.”
“Go get them and meet me in the back.” We’d taken over the big room since Wolf and Harrison weren’t on tour with us anymore and Blacksmith had their own buses. None of our guys argued about it. I’d bet they suspected we were fucking already and didn’t want to be on the same bus with that. All the better for us, even if we hadn’t actually fucked. Yet. But it looked like that was going to happen since Kay scrambled up and into the bathroom.
When I walked into the room, he was already naked on the bed, stroking his cock. What a sight he was with his wild hair spread out all over the pillow, and slowly thrusting up into his hand. I had to grip my cock. Kay’s hip bones jutted out, making serious gutters pointing to his pelvis, making me want to lick them. And since he wasn’t objecting, I dropped my sleep pants and pulled off my shirt before climbing on the bed and looming over him. The first order of business was a tongue bath, and I started with his hips, moving to his cock, then his balls, before going lower. I flicked my tongue over his taint, then grabbed the back of his thighs and shoved his legs back before diving into his hole.
I’d never rimmed a guy before, but I’d had it done to me and knew what I liked. That was what I did to him. Licking around the edges, then spearing my tongue inside. Kay bucked and made a surprised sound, before moaning long and loud. “Didn’t expect that…”
I nipped the side of his ass. “I’m prepping you right if we’re doing this.”
“Mmm…not arguing.”
“Good boy.”
Kay liked the praise as much as my tongue by the humming he started up. I noted that for a later time. Apparently, my rockstar had a praise-kink. And I was all too happy to oblige him with it. But for now, I rimmed him until he was falling apart.
