“I don’t know.” Marc lifted a shoulder. “Going back to our routines is strange. Like waking up after a long dream you don’t remember.”
“I’m feeling so fucking homesick I can’t wait.”
“Yeah. I mean, don’t get me wrong. Can’t wait to sleep in my fucking bed, but going from one hundred to practically zero is gonna be tough. No road trips and no gigs until we fly over to Australia in October. And with the trip we’ve got for Julia and Erik’s birthdays, we won’t even get to rehearse for the next three weeks either.”
“Music junkie.”
“Yup.”
“Think about it this way, though.” The guitarist straightened, holding the cig out of the window as his body turned towards Marc. “You won’t have to share your living space with any of us for an entire month. All the burps and farts you’ll hear from here on will be only yours.”
Marc cackled, tossing his head back.
Fuck it, Chris thought as he watched his chest vibrating with laughter and those gorgeous dark eyes squinting. The deep, raspy sound resonating down to his dick.
Maybe it was because he was drunk with the comfort that had settled within his soul, but he was tired of wrestling with the impulse that was screaming at him to do unholy things to the man standing beside him. While he didn’t hold any romantic feelings for Marc, after the multiple times they’d shared sexual encounters and that one night they had interacted, he was itching to do it again with no one else between them to take care of. It was mostly an experiment to see whether he was just a needy whore craving attention or if he was really into dudes. But he would be lying if he said he wasn’t intrigued about the sides of his friend he hadn’t seen yet.
It was twisted and plain selfish, he knew, yet he didn’t give a fuck. All he could think about was how snugly those plump lips had fit against his the last time they’d kissed. About how it would be to have the bassist’s hard, muscular frame pressed against him. About how it would feel to lick the skin of his neck and embark on a journey into the unknown while cruising down his torso.Attractionwasn’t a word he could have put in the same sentence together withmanever before. But Marc had defied all cosmic laws, turning the guitarist’s world upside down, and he didn’t know where he stood anymore.
So, even if it broke him. Even if it hurt them. Even if he couldn’t breathe. Chris wanted to indulge himself in this forbidden passion that had him in a chokehold right now.
Before his brain could consciously send any commands to his body, he was already leaning forward, closing the distance between them. Against all rational thinking, without considering Marc’s feelings and forgetting about all the dangers taking this step entailed, his lips brushed against his friend’s ear.
Marc froze, and his snickers faded in the air. “Chris…” he rasped, his warning tone sounding almost like a plea. “Don’t.”
“Why not?” He licked his earlobe, twirling his tongue around the earring and sucking it.
The bassist remained on the spot, seemingly unruffled, but the way he shivered, inhaled, and exhaled while closing his eyes, told a very different story from the one he was trying to convey.
“Don’t you remember what happened the last time?” he said, his voice strained.
“It’s not the same.” Chris moved down and nibbled his neck, feeling his Adam’s apple bob.
“How is this different?” Marc uncrossed his arms without looking in his direction and gripped the window frame with so much force his knuckles turned white.
“Let’s just say…” Chris breathed against his skin, licking a line up to his jaw, where he planted an open-mouth kiss. Softer than he expected, the guitarist had always thought touching another man like this would be unsettling. But it wasn’t. The possibility of stripping this mentally and physically strong human of his power turned him on even more. “Seeing you in those tight black boxers is making me horny as fuck.” He trapped his earlobe again, tugging it with his teeth before pulling away and staring at him.
“Fuck,” Marc hissed, eyes finally darting to his, flashing him the most severe of looks. “What givesmethe certainty that you won’t freak out and go all psycho again?” He seemed angry, but afraid more than anything.
To prove him wrong and show him how much he wanted this, Chris grabbed the bassist’s wrist and pulled, placing his hand on his hardening cock.
“There’s no woman around now to blame this on.”
Marc gulped as his pupils expanded over the little brown that was left in his irises. The temperature soared.
“I knew there was something in your head. I fucking knew it. The way you’ve been looking at me…” He trailed off, clenching his jaw. “But fuck, I didn’t think you’d act on it.” He remained stoic. Even tried, in vain, to yank his arm and get his hand off the guitarist. His entire body was tense, stuck between what it wanted and what was right. It was so easy to see.
“I wanna try something…” Chris rasped, inching so close to him Marc’s breath brushed his lips. “So let me make it up to you for the last time.”
The cigarette the guitarist was holding outside, in his hand still perched on the windowsill, burned away as silence wrapped itself around them. He could feel the heat of the ashes falling over his fingers. The soft breeze blowing through the branches of the trees. Could almost hear their unhinged hearts beating against their ribs. But nothing would break the war going on at the moment.
With their eyes locked on each other’s, Chris devilishly smirked. Marc didn’t want to retreat, but neither did he want to give in. Until he did.
“If you act like a cunt again”—his chest rose and fell with rapid breaths as he pinned the guitarist between his lower body and the wall—“I’ll kick your stupid ass from here to China. You hear me?”
“Is it now when I nod and sayyes, daddy?” Chris taunted.
His mouth was running faster than his brain, like always, but in reality, he was nervous as fuck. While he knew the mechanics and anatomy of a male’s body, the fear of not being able to provide the same level of satisfaction he did on himself was there. Plus, the possibility of being awkward the next morning worried him a little, too. However, Marc letting his dominant side peek out only made him want to misbehave and push all his damn buttons.
