“Right.” Dominic’s gaze strayed all over the room, landing everywhere except on Trey.
Irritation prickled his scalp. “Does that bother you? That I’m in a band?”
“No.” Immediate answer, so probably true. “I don’t know why it surprised me so hard. I mean, you’re super fucking talented on the keys, and your voice is killer.”
Trey wanted to bask in the compliments, but something still wasn’t right. Maybe if he kept talking, tried to explain the whole not-out thing. “Look, me and Danielle, we play up the idea some of our fans have that we’re a couple. Some love it, some hate her for it, but they all come to see us perform when we get gigs. I’ve seen some pretty epic online fights. So no, I haven’t come out in public, and right now I don’t plan to. Not until we win Unbound.”
Dominic’s eyebrows shot to his hairline. “You’re competing in Unbound?”
“You’ve heard of it?”
“Shit yes. Maybe this is its first year, but it’s Anthony Kross. Anybody who knows shit about music knows him and has heard about Unbound. What category?”
“Indie rock. Again, if we can get a percussionist who can learn original music in three weeks.”
“Whose music?”
Trey chewed on his lower lip, unsure why he was shy again. What was it about Dominic that made him want to impress the guy? “Mine. I’ve been composing stuff since I was eleven.”
“Wow, really? That’s amazing.”
He shrugged. “A lot of that early stuff was probably shit. Who knows?”
“You don’t have any of it?”
“No. My dad would always find it and throw it away. When I was in high school, I started hiding the music at my best friend’s house.” Trey scrubbed a hand through his hair, not wanting to dwell on painful memories. “Anyway, winning Unbound is huge for me. It’ll be the perfect fuck-you to my father. It proves I can make a living at this, and I’m not just another wannabe wasting his life, you know?”
“Yeah.” Dominic’s face went really sad for an instant, and then he was smiling again. “I hope you get to stick it to your old man.”
“Me too.” Everything had gotten way too serious for what was supposed to have been a fun afternoon hookup.
“So . . . pizza’s getting cold.”
Dominic’s tentative smile started doing things to Trey’s insides. That weird squirmy thing that got his dick to notice he had a really hot guy standing by his bed. Trey tried on his very best flirty smile. “I have a microwave.”
“I heard your stomach growl before.”
This time Dominic was getting all shy about things, and it was turning Trey the fuck on. He rubbed at his hard-on through his board shorts, his attention firmly focused on Dominic’s crotch. “I’m hungry for a different kind of meat right now.” He sauntered over to Dominic and leaned in, letting his wood ride Dominic’s thigh. “And it’s not on the pizza.”
Dominic swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “I don’t usually do repeats.”
Trey blinked, a little surprised by the honesty. “Why am I so special?”
“I don’t know.” He traced the pad of his thumb across Trey’s cheek. The gentle touch was electric, heating his skin and sending more blood surging south. “We make really good music together, and I don’t just mean onstage.”
“Yeah we do.” Last night Dominic had played his body like he played his violin—like a practiced genius and with amazing results. Trey wanted that again. “You bring stuff?”
“Hell yes.” Dominic leaned down and nuzzled his nose. “I want that ass again.”
“It’s all yours, baby. Come and take it.”
He grabbed both of Trey’s ass cheeks and squeezed, pressing Trey’s wood more firmly into his thigh. His lips hovered over Trey’s, warm breath ghosting over his skin. “This is a bad idea.”
“No, it’s not.” Trey kissed him, hard and insistent, and Dominic opened for him. Let Trey lick into his mouth, getting the strong taste of mint and Dominic—two things he really, really liked. He rubbed at Dominic’s thickening cock through his shorts, then reached inside to squeeze the firming flesh.
Dominic turned them so Trey was pressed against the bed support, his hands making quick work of Trey’s shorts. Trey dumped his shirt, and then Dominic was on his knees, sucking Trey’s dick into his mouth. Trey resisted the overwhelming urge to close his eyes and just feel. He liked watching Dominic taking him in, lips stretching, tongue licking along his length. Dominic glanced up, his dark eyes so fucking seductive that Trey would have agreed to anything in that moment. He played his dick so perfectly that Trey was way too close, too damned soon.
“Close, fuck,” Trey said.
