“Okay.”
“I mean, being exclusive would kinda make us a couple, no?” His gaze, which had been fixed on Marc’s the entire time, shifted to the side.
“Not really. You could exclusively be seeing someone because you’re just not interested in anyone else, but that doesn’t mean you’re in a serious relationship with them.” The bassist shrugged.
“Well, I’m not seeing anyone at the moment,” Chris said while pouring some water into the mug the bassist always used as an ashtray before tossing his cigarette stub into it. “I kicked Ingrid out of my life a few months back, and there’s no one else in sight, but I don’t know about the future... Are you seeing anyone?”
Those sky-blue irises timidly locked on the bassist’s again, flaring his heart once more.
Fuck this man.
“No.”
They stared at each other for a few seconds. The air was dense, the atmosphere electric. Then they cracked up.
“Are we seriously just having this talk?” Marc snickered.
Chris nodded, still laughing. “Like a fucking pair of shy, nerdy teenage boys trying to figure out their relationship with the popular guy.”
“So lame.” Marc shook his head, the tension between them easing out.
“Yeah… Are we good, though?” Chris asked with a dash of concern in his tone.
“All good. Like I said the last time, let’s just keep the communication open. If something comes up, or if either of us wants to stop this, or we meet someone, or whatever, we talk about it without jumping to conclusions or shit like that—especially for the non-protection thing we’re doing—yeah?”
“Sounds good to me.” Chris offered him a warm smile. “Just one more thing… Are threesomes still on the table?”
“When have they not been?” Marc said with the most wicked of smirks.
“Good.” Chris’s grin widened. “Okay, so…” he trailed off, checking his phone. “I should get going.”
“Sure.” Marc nodded.
Chris went to the bedroom where they had left his backpack the night before, and five minutes later, he came back out completely dressed and smelling like freshly cleaned laundry and Marc’s mint toothpaste.
How did he know? Well, because even though they weren’t a thing, Chris still devoured his mouth, a a gentle nip included, before walking towards the entrance.
“See you later,” he said as he grabbed his wallet, helmet, and jacket.
“Bye,” Marc replied, feeling equally baffled and excited as he stood there beside the stools with an empty mug in hand and a hard dick in his trunks.
September17th,2017
Munich, Germany
To say the weekend had been wild was an understatement.
Chris didn’t want anyone to know he was into dudes, or at least into Marc, yet. While he had never given a fuck about what others thought of him, when it came to this, it was as if he wasn’t the same person. Suddenly, judgemental looks and comments would be transformed into daggers, and he wanted to keep it all in the shadows, as if that secrecy would protect him from any harm.
However, he was more certain now than ever that he fancied his friend. Sexually, and also in a prospective, possibly romantic way. It wasn’t only that he’d delivered the most earth-shattering blow jobs and orgasms Chris had ever experienced, or that he laughed more with him than with anyone else. It was also that Marc made the guitarist’s heart skip several beats when he came to pick him up at the tattoo parlor on Saturday evening. Seeing him at the reception desk talking to Klaus, with that perfect presence he possessed, wrapped in dark clothes and confidence, had sent blood to places it shouldn’t have been at that moment.
He hadn’t felt anything like that in ages.
Marc definitely had a power over him he couldn’t understand. He was hot as all hell, though it was so different from his previous hookups, and Chris was confused. Probably would be for a little longer. But even if it was intimidating, he didn’t want to run away from what his body craved anymore. Losing sleep and trying to get back to who he used to be wasn’t worth it.
Was it still strange to look at himself in the mirror and not recognize these broken pieces of his own soul? Absolutely. Yet, in all honesty, the bassist’s rough palm gripping his neck while he jerked him was one of the most liberating sensations his mind had a memory of. And he wanted more of it. Of Marc, his moans, his cum, and fucking everything he had to show and offer on this new adventure.
With his focus on the cars to his left and right as he landed back to reality, Chris flicked the blinker of his motorcycle and turned right to go into the underground parking lot. His neighborhood wasn’t the worst in Munich, but his new baby deserved a place to rest that wasn’t in the middle of the street.
