“Oh right. Sorry. I guess one room’s not big enough to fit your ego in.” I look back to see a smirk across his face.
“I guess the dry wit has come out of retirement,” I say. I push the handle down to open the door and motion them to go through. I slap Christopher’s ass as I enter behind him.
“Oh honey, there you are. You were great.” My mom gets up from the couch, giving me another vice-like squeeze, ignoring both Christopher and Kelly.
“Thanks Mom. Glad you liked the show.” My dad gives me the thumbs-up as he heads to the fridge to retrieve a Gatorade.
I’m desperate to know what Christopher thinks, but I’m notgoing to get any oxygen in here. Not with my mom taking over the show.
“Could you look after Kelly for a minute?” I ask her. “I just need to discuss something with Christopher.” My gaze darts between the two of them.
Before she has a chance to respond, I motion to Christopher to follow me.
Thankfully, I know of a place backstage where no one will disturb us. There’s a secret bar hidden behind the wardrobe, just down the hall from my dressing room.
“What’s this?” Christopher asks as I open the wardrobe doors.
“Our own little private space.” I give him a cheeky wink as he enters.
“Is this where you bring all your muses?” I pull the doors closed behind me and turn to meet his lips.
God, those lips. I could stay attached to those plump pillows of his forever.
“Oh no,” I say, pulling back and grabbing his hand. “I take them to the one at the end.” I lead him to the bookcase at the end of the bar and motion to him to pull down one of the books. The hidden door opens to reveal a small snug room with a padded couch.
“Aren’t I the lucky guy?” he says, his brows rising.
He pushes me down on the couch and starts to kiss me passionately.
Usually I’m the one initiating sex, even if he’s the one that ends up dominating, so I’m instantly turned on by this. But I really want to know what he thought.
I push him back, lifting my head slightly.
“Tell me, what did you think of the show?” I prop myself up on my elbows.
“Well,” he says, his hazel eyes staring deeply into my soul. “Maybe I could be a fanboy after all…”
“Could you?” I narrow my eyes as a smirk forms on my face.
“Well, maybe not a fan boy. I’m not sure I’m willing to build a shrine in my room and convert to the cult of Alexander.” He gives me a wry smile as his hands grip at my trousers, pulling them down. The Velcro comes undone on the sides.
“Oh fuck,” he says, letting go. The wry smile is replaced by a gasp.
“Don’t worry, they’re meant to do that,” I say, standing up. I tear them at the sides to show him, and discard them on the floor.
“Nice to see you putting in maximum effort for minimal mystery.” He claws into the back of my neck with one hand as the other pulls down my briefs to release my cock.
This time there’s less haste and more passion as I tear the clothes from him. Our mouths are insatiable, like we can’t get enough of each other, like this is the Last Supper and we are devouring every mouthful.
I ignore the faint sound of my name coming from outside as Christopher pushes me down on the couch and covers my mouth with his hand. He spits in his other hand and rubs his saliva all over my cock before slowly lowering himself onto me. His pupils dilate as he bites down on his lip, pauses to adjust his hips, and then begins a rhythmic movement back and forth.
His ass muscles grip my shaft tightly as he begins to pick up speed.
He keeps his hand over my mouth as the sound of my name gets louder. His hips do all the work, his cock rubbing up and down against my abs. His thrusts get harder and faster as he rides my dick like a cowboy trying to control a bucking bronco.
He has the same dominant look in his eyes as when he’s fucking me. As he continues to pound down on me, he takes hishand away from my mouth and begins working on his cock with the same intensity.
I fight back a moan as I hear my name from outside the secret room get louder. Christopher shakes his head at me to not respond, while refusing to stop. He’s clearly turned on by the whole situation. His ass muscles grip my cock even tighter with each successive thrust.
