“Well, yeah, maybe.” Chris’s body relaxed, freeing Marc as he spread his legs and let his arms fall onto the mattress. “But I’m pretty sure your dick and that fucking controlled hip roll had something to do with it.” He clenched.
“Hmm…” the bassist moaned.
“You good?”
“Yeah.” Marc propped on his elbows. “Just tired.” He stared into those sky-blues he loved so much, brushing a few strands away from the guitarist’s wet forehead. So handsome, it hurt. “How are you feeling?”
“Like I could sleep for an entire week, but good.” Chris’s mouth tugged up in a mischievous grin. “I’m actually surprised I’m not freaking out over having had a dude fuck the cum out of me.”
Marc rolled his eyes and weakly smiled. “Any physical pain or discomfort?”
He was trying really hard to not start hugging and caressing him. Being rough and dominating someone was intoxicating, but his favorite part was the aftercare. It was such an intimate moment. That was one reason he didn’t enjoy temporary hookups that much; this type of connection didn’t exist. But, knowing Chris wasn’t a cuddler, he’d rather not create unnecessary awkwardness between them. Besides, he seemed all chirpy and relaxed.
“Hmm… no. Tomorrow might be different, but right now, I’m still high.” He softly cackled, clenching again. “I think I’m becoming addicted to you, Zimmer.”
“Drugs are bad, Schmidt.”
Marc put on the fakest smirk, planted a molding kiss on his lips, and slowly withdrew, making both of them gasp. Then he rolled on his back with his heart twisting.
“Well, you haven’t been exactlykindbefore,” Chris quipped. “So damn bossy. Who would have imagined you had such a dark side to you?”
“Regretting it now?”
“Not even close.”
Marc wished he could open up about everything with his friend. Tell him that although he was a newbie at pleasuring a man, he listened and observed. That he’d already become one of the best lovers the bassist had ever had—no disrespect to the ones that had taught him what he knew, but seriously, Chris was skilled. He wished they could cuddle and talk after banging without missing him, but reality was harsh and it was a matter of time before he left.
“Ugh, we need a fucking shower,” Marc said, changing the topic as he looked down at his stomach.
That was when Chris did the unthinkable. Straddling him, he ran his tongue over the mess of smeared cum on the bassist’s abs and kissed him, sharing it with him. “Let’s go. I want you to kneel for me now.”
Marc stared at the guitarist wide-eyed as he jumped off and walked into the ensuite.
He pressed the mounds of his hands into his eyes and tittered.You’re gonna be the fucking end of me.
20. Bad Things
October6th,2017
Munich, Germany
The Other Dimension’s officealways smelled of coffee and cherry blossoms—probably Angie’s doing. If it were for the three men working there, it’d be a mess. But none of this fixed Chris’s crankiness. He wasn’t a morning person, but the entire band and Uwe were already here. Yet Gunther was nowhere to be seen, which only added to his bad mood.
“Why the hell did we have to wake up so early when Gunther can’t even make it on time?”
“One of his kids had a rough night, and he got out of the house later than he was supposed to,” Angie said, pouring herself a cup of coffee.
“What does that have to do with anything?” Chris protested, behaving like the most selfish brat, yeah. Seriously, he hated waking up before nine with all his might.
“Shut up.” She smacked his head as she passed by him.
“You see what I have to deal with?” Uwe gestured with his palm from the other couch, where he was sitting with Erik.
“You were part of their crew before I even met you, so don’t blame this on me.” Angie laughed.
“You earned that.” Marc let out a chuckle that vibrated straight into the guitarist’s crotch.
It was so strong that the rest of the conversation, where both their road manager and agent picked on him, became background noise.
