His friend had this thing that forced everyone to be instantly attracted to him. He was magnetic like that. His voice, the calmness surrounding him, how he looked at you when you talked, how his smile made you feel so safe—but also hid the kinkiest of minds… Was all this what had trapped Chris? Was this why he was the only man that had him feeling so balanced and troubled at the same time?
“Nice talking to you, guys.” Marc cut short whatever conversation the three of them were having when he saw the guitarist approaching.
“The pleasure is all mine,” Anna replied. “That pretty face of yours makes my day every damn time you come over.”
“I’ll make sure to visit more often, then.”
Chris grumbled. “Are you two done flirting?”
“Jealous?” Marc teased.
“Nah, but I’m hungry. Can we go?” He shoved his chest backwards towards the exit.
“Yeah, yeah. Have a nice evening!” The bassist waved at the girls.
“You too!”
The door closed behind them, and the sound of the street immediately swamped the air around them.
“You know,” Marc said as they walked to Chris’s motorcycle that was parked in front of the parlor, “it looked like you were jealous.”
Chris snorted, crouching down to unlock the padlock. “Of what? Of you talking to Anna and one of my best clients ever?”
“Of them talking to me. Are you that possessive, Schmidt?”
“Is that what you’d like?” he taunted while taking out the open-face helmet he’d brought for Marc from his backpack. “That I went feral every time I saw someone chatting with you?”
“Hmm…” Marc’s eyes narrowed and the energy seeping from his pores shifted. Kindness turned into this new darker color Chris was becoming addicted to. “That would definitely be fun to see, but I’m fine with you just getting feral and all wound up”—he stepped closer to him, their chests almost touching—“when we’re alone.” He smirked.
Fuck dinner. I’m skipping straight to dessert.
19. Chokehold
October2nd,2017
Munich, Germany
“Hey,”Marc tossed as he entered the rehearsal room. It was Monday, and he’d been in a mood the entire day, but coming here definitely made it a lot better. “How are—?”
He didn’t have time to finish his sentence as Chris forcefully grabbed his face and crashed his mouth against his. Without giving him a second to realize what was happening, he pushed him against the door, not caring that he was carrying his bass and it was now digging painfully into his back. His tongue, greedy, trespassed the threshold of his lips and ravished his mouth.
Grunting and touching everywhere, the guitarist grinded his dick against Marc’s through their clothes.
“What…” Such a ravenous attack wasn’t normal for this man. While he never hid his intentions or beat around the bush when they were alone in his apartment, he wasn’t this desperate, either. “...is going on?”
“Nothing,” Chris panted before biting the bassist’s bottom lip.
“Then”—Marc gripped his neck with both hands, thumbs under his jaw, and pulled him away—“why this sudden sexual rage?” He chuckled, feeling his lips burning already. No complaints, but they didn’t greet each other like this. At least not the few times they’d gotten together since they started this dangerous fling. Though they had also been in public when they had met up, and that was a big no for his friend.
“It’s just—” Chris tried to kiss him again, but the bassist didn’t let him. “You’ve been gone forever and I missed railing that sexy ass so much.”
Marc raised a mocking brow. He had only been away for the weekend, visiting his family up in Hamburg because the youngest of the Zimmers had become a mom. He would have dropped anything for any of the others as well, but Sophia was only seventeen months younger than him and they were like two peas in a pod.
“It’s not even been a week since the last time we had sex.”
The guitarist tried to lean in again, groaning when Marc locked him in place.
“And who says I’ll keep lending you my ass to fuck?”
