When I finally sat up, Kay looked mostly blissed out, but there was still a little tension there as he gripped his cock tightly. I pulled his hand away from his member before he broke it. “Hey. Relax. You can say stop at any time, and I will. Always.”
“I was trying not to come yet, but that was so fucking good.” Before I had a chance to ask if he’d ever had that done before, he slapped the condom against my chest.
“Need lube.”
He scrambled around for the packets he’d also found in the bathroom, or at least I assumed that’s where they came from. Finding them, he handed me three. “Don’t skimp.”
“Course not.” I ripped the first open to give him more prep. Licking was great, but not enough. I didn’t want to ever hurt him. But it had loosened him up enough that the rest went quickly, and soon he was trying to fuck my hand and begging for more.
I stopped long enough to wipe my hands on the bedsheets and roll the condom on. “How do you want this, Kay?” It had to have been a while since he’d gotten fucked since he’d been on tour most of the year. Although others had hook-ups on tour, Kay had pretty much been with me. Well, at least since Rocktoberfest, which was last October, and now it’s December. At least three months, but I suspected longer—much longer.
“Face to face. I want to see you. This isn’t some anonymous thing.”
“No. It’s not. Definitely not.” I leaned in and kissed him hard as I lined up the tip of my cock to his hole and slowly pressed. We worked it in together until I was seated all the way against him.
Kay gulped. “Full…”
“Is that what you wanted?”
“Yes. Please. I love this. Love you…”
I kissed him again. “Love you too. Now be a good boy and pull your knees back.”
“Yes…” If he wanted to say Daddy, he didn’t, and I wasn’t going to push it. We both knew I wasn’t that for him. Fucking him was one thing, but I would never be a daddy. It wasn’t in me.
But he held his legs, and I fucked into him hard. Talking was for later.
The sounds he made were beautiful, and I knew he’d make a daddy very happy someday. I wished it could be me. Wished we could be together forever. But we knew that wasn’t in the cards. It broke my fucking heart, but I wasn’t willing to let go.
He came first, since I grabbed his cock and stroked him to it, but when he clenched tight around me like a fucking vise, I shot off quickly.
Kay sighed. “That was nice, Donny.”
“It was. I’m happy to give you what I can. But…”
“I get it. But I can fuck you too, if you want. You like to bottom, right?”
“I do. But you don’t have to.”
“I can. I’m pretty verse. I’ve actually topped more. Most, uh, most hookups expect the rockstar to top.”
“That’s stupid.”
He laughed, sounding a lot happier than I’d heard him in a while. “Let’s change the sheets. Damn, I hope there’s a spare set.”
“Me too.”
Chapter five
Kay
December
I called Don on the way to the studio. Even though we talked all the time, I still missed him. We’d been attached at the hip duringthe tour, but now he was in LA taking care of his law business, while I was in Miami working on our next album.
“Kay, what’s going on?” he answered.
“On the way to the studio.” I loved this part. Making music with people I considered friends, who were also incredibly talented. Miami had been such a fantastic mentor for me. “Wanted to talk to you about something, though.”
