“Because.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“I bet you’ve had threesomes and orgies galore in the past, Wolff,” Chris pressed, grinning and making Leah roll her eyes again.
“I don’t share.”
But you haven’t denied it either.
Anyone interested enough in Dark Omen to seek information about their personal lives knew that the Norwegian frontman was not an angel. Women, drugs, parties—you name it. His past until he went to rehab had been quite chaotic. And no, he wasn’t criticizing. It was what it was. The man had reinvented himself, which made Chris respect him even more. But a manwhore was a manwhore. Though it seemed like Leah had more power than she even knew and had made him drop to his knees for her.
“You mean you don’t shareher.” Chris raised a brow.
“Yeah. Not now. Not ever.”
“Not even with another chick?”
“Nope.”
“Afraid that someone may snatch her from you?” Marc smirked.
“Nah.” Søren softly shook his head. “Although we’re working our shit out, we’re pretty fucking solid.” He looked at her lovingly, determination shining in his eyes. “So I’m not worried about that. But she’s mine. Call me a greedy asshole.” Søren shrugged with his arm still around her shoulders, not even slightly ashamed of admitting he was so damn weak for his woman.
“Do you have a magical cunt or what?” Chris asked Leah.
“What—Jesus! Stop being so vulgar.” She got up and walked towards the back of the bus.
“Why are you running away?” he teased.
“I’m not running away. I need to pee, which hopefully will give you enough time to end this stupid conversation.”
The three men laughed.
In a different group of people, the scene from before and this conversation would have been awkward as fuck. But not here, not with them. They really were like a big, international family who accepted everyone without questioning their pasts, tastes in music, religious beliefs, sexual orientation, needs, or kinks.
Even if it wasn’t the most luxurious place in the world and they were far away from civilization, right now, this small space inside the bus felt like home.
8. Relapse
July23rd,2017
Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
The day had startedas normal as always. Coffee, sleepy chit-chat with the crew while smoking, and bathroom. It was almost like a ritual. Marc couldn’t function without these small things. At the same time, though, nothing was the same anymore.
He was more than fine with getting physically closer to Chris. The craving had been growing for way too long and was starting to get out of hand. Yet he didn’t know what his friend really thought, which made him more anxious than he cared to admit. He was acting as if a new type of physical contact hadn’t happened between them the night before; joking, laughing, and being his blunt, teasing self with everyone, Marc included.
For him, getting sexual with a man wasn’t scandalous. However, Chris was different. He had nothing against others wanting whatever they wanted, had always been supportive in that sense. But he was straight, and that was something that wouldn’t change. He had mentioned that he enjoyed group activities as if they were live porn where he could interact too, yet didn’t find satisfaction in the idea of touching a cock, let alone making a male come. Still, the previous night, there had been a lot more brushing, stroking, and rubbing than the other times they’d gotten dirty together.
Marc had been bolder and allowed his own needs to take the wheel. He’d purposely caressed Chris’s genitals when he was fingering the chick’s ass. Why? He wasn’t sure, but if he had to be honest, a part of him wanted to see his reaction, which resulted in Chris’s body stiffening. Though it didn’t look like rejection or discomfort, just surprise, because he soon relaxed afterward.
The position they’d ended up in, with Gen and him straddling Chris’s lap as they fucked her together, didn’t help much either. Their thighs had been in contact the entire time, creating a delicious warmth as the bassist thrusted into her over and over. Same as their balls and their dicks, separated only by their condoms and that thin wall between her cunt and her ass. It was so hot, feeling like he was screwing the two of them simultaneously, that Marc had toreallyfocus on not losing himself to the pleasure.
But then, when he was gripping Gen’s hair and hip, pounding into her as he had finally managed to block Chris from his mind, the asshole went and started thrusting upwards, actually grabbing Marc’s ass. It was so ridiculous, the way he almost blew up just because he’d touched him. Not to mention the intense lust-filled eye contact that followed.
Fuck, the thought alone was making him hard now.
“Already tired, princess?” Noah mocked as he loaded the platform cart with gear to bring to the stage.
