“Alone? Would you be okay with that? I thought we…” He didn’t even know how to put into words what he wanted to say.
“I’d rather be there. Been a while since I got two cocks for myself,” Marc said, inching so close to Chris he could almost taste his breath. Mint, beer, and something crisp blended in the air between them. “But I understand it can be daunting for you.”
“It’d be scarier to do it alone,” Chris blurted, and the bassist smirked. “I-I mean… Ugh. Whatever. Forget it. I don’t know what I mean.”
That was a lie. He just didn’t want to voice it and expose himself. Chris had gotten used to touching Marc, to his reactions, and what he liked. What they liked. Having sex with another man without him by his side was frightening somehow. Plus, the idea of screwing the dude alone wasn’t as appealing. He wanted Marc’s dark eyes on him if and when he did it. Was that wrong? Did that make him greedy?
“I know what you mean.” The bassist’s teasing grin transformed into a warmer, understanding smile. “And to be honest”—he leaned closer to his ear—“I love you don’t know how or don’t want to do this without me.”
Chris’s heart leaped in his chest, and his dick throbbed.
“Go ask him.”
“What?” Chris sensed the heat in his balls reaching his head—the one over his shoulders. “I can’t.”
“You’re gonna be all shy now? It’s not like it’s your first time hitting on someone.”
“I’ve never flirted with a dude.”
“You’ve done a pretty good job with me so far.” Marc chuckled. “Just tell him ‘I’ve seen the way you look at me, wanna fuck?’” he said in a mocking tone. “By the way, he’s devouring you right now.” He tipped his head, side-glancing at said man. “I don’t think you’ll have much trouble convincing him.”
Chris looked at where James was talking with another tech whose name he kept forgetting, getting a sly grin from him in return. He fucking knew what this conversation was about.
“I—fuck you twice.” He shoved Marc’s chest backward, crossing his arms as he rolled his eyes at his ridiculous cackle. He hated being so flustered and out of control. Hadn’t felt like this since forever. It was infuriating.
“Okay, okay… Fine. I’ll do it.” The bassist sneaked a hand behind the guitarist’s ass and groped him. His possessive fingers digging into his flesh through the jeans sent a jolt of electricity straight to his dick. “But this is fucking mine, and mine alone. Got it?” he grunted.
Chris swallowed, nodding like an idiot.
“Good.”
As Marc walked away with confident strides, Chris watched him, totally enthralled. The sway of the bassist’s hair hypnotized him, forcing his gaze down to the chain attached to his belt and to those camouflage cargo pants that made his ass look perfect.
Once he reached the spot where James was, the dude he was talking to left, and his body language immediately changed. The room was filled with the murmurs of the three crews chilling and laughing, far enough away that the guitarist couldn’t hear what they were saying. However, the sound tech was clearly liking Marc’s proposition. He was biting his bottom lip while staring at the bassist’s mouth. Then, for one second, his eyes raised, landing on Chris as he smirked.
James nodded to whatever Marc was telling him one more time, and then walked away to say goodbye to his team. The bassist turned and strode towards his friend with a victorious smile full of dark promises plastered on his face.
Chris’s entire body was set on fire. The night was about to get raw.
Backintheirhotelroom, they didn’t waste a second.
Chris was more nervous than he cared to admit, something that Marc, of course, noticed.
“If at some point you’re uncomfortable and, for whatever reason, you wanna stop this, just say so,” he said, panting between kisses, while James put on some music.
“Okay,” Chris replied, pressing his body closer to Marc’s, almost out of breath. His heart was pumping with such violence he was dizzy. At least, if he passed out, he wouldn’t get hurt since they were already on the bed. “Now, can you shut up and kiss me for real?”
Marc smirked as harsh melodies and wild blast beats filled the room. He was probably imagining things, but the guitarist would have sworn the frenzy of their tongues swirling together when James joined them, synchronized with the music.
At first, Chris stiffened. Although he was turned on, equally afraid and eager for this new experience, it felt odd being sandwiched between the hard bodies of two men. Not uncomfortable, like it would have been four months before, just unfamiliar.
“I wasn’t sure if you’d be okay with this,” James said to no one in particular. “You’re so fucking hot,” he husked against the guitarist’s ear as he caressed Marc’s side.
They stayed like this for a while. Skin on skin, with their torsos naked, the roadie continued touching Marc while sucking on Chris’s neck as the two of them heavily made out. There was a lot of groping, panting, and grinding as they alternated kissing one and the other, or all three at the same time.
Boundaries had already been talked about, so it was all about the pleasure now. And since Marc had imposed his dominance over his friend’s ass, James only had two options; getting dick himself or screwing the bassist. Thank the fucking gods he was one submissive bottom.
So far in his brief gay experience, Chris had realized he liked being fucked more than he’d ever imagined. He quivered just thinking about the bassist invading his body and coming inside of him. But he had also enjoyed the few times he’d topped. The idea of someone else doing it and his friend liking it more with them annoyed the fuck out of him.
