This situation, with a different person, would have never happened. If Noah didn’t know someone, he wouldn’t invite them over, much less leave them alone at his mom’s house. He wouldn’t be having sex with them either. But as strange as this new, belligerent, and aggressive version of Kaj was, it washim, and that alone seemed to be reason enough for Noah’s logic to grant him access.
“Mostly, yeah.” Kaj stopped so close to Noah that he could smell both of them on him. “Need to charge my batteries for when you come back.”
“Not sure I’ll be able to take it in the ass tonight, though.”
“Hurt or sore?” he asked as he propped his palms on the counter, caging Noah in.
“Sore.”
Kaj smirked, seemingly proud. “You still have a mouth.” He inched closer, scraping the sensitive skin of his neck with his stubbled jaw as he rasped, “And you look amazing on your knees.”
“We’ll see about that.” Noah pushed him away and walked toward the foyer. He hadnotime for this, and although it pained him, he needed a break.
“If we’re not gonna have any type of sex, I’m leaving.”
Noah glared at him, wanting to kick him out.Almost. “I meant it as in maybe you’ll be the one choking on a dick tonight, asshole.”
“I wanna tie you up and make you beg,” Kaj continued, ignoring what Noah said as he pointed at him with a devilish grin. “Cuffs look good on you.”
“I don’t trust you enough for that.”
“Too bad. We’d have a great time.”
“Sure.” Noah snorted as he stepped into his Vans. “Anyway, see you later. Don’t set the house on fire or anything.”
It was past one in the morning on a hectic night at the club.
Noah barely had time to sit for a minute since he got here, and there were still another three hours before his shift ended, but he was more than ready to go home. The extracurricular activities with Kaj and the lack of sleep were weighing down on him. He wasn’t complaining, though he would happily sit on the uncomfortable couch they had in the staff room and doze off for ten minutes.
The only thing that had made this whole evening bearable were some of the regulars, who always had the craziest stories to tell. Them and Zach, who had come back from touring with Crimson Remains, one of his favorite bands on Earth.
“It was insane. Watching a concert from that perspective, feeling like you’re somehow part of it... It was the best sensation ever.”
After months of working as a music tech and before going to college to pursue his music career, Zach—thanks to his undeniable talent and charisma—had the chance to be a roadie during the group’s summer tour. His passion and excitement shone in every word.
“That definitely sounds like an adventure,” Noah said as he wiped the counter with a dishcloth. “I’m jealous.”
“Well, you’re going to start living your dream soon. When are you leaving for London?” Zach rested his elbows on the wooden surface and took a sip of his beer.
“Beginning of September.”
“Already got the flights?”
“Yup. No chance to back out now.”
“You better not even think about that or I’m kicking your ass.”
“Now that’s tempting.” Noah grinned, earning a full-chested laugh from Zach.
I’ve missed that sound.
“How’s everything else going?”
“Not as exciting as traveling all around Europe, but it’s alright. Same old shit—work, hang out with the guys, and repeat.”You don’t need to know about my extracurricular activities. “But tell me more about the gigs and the after-parties. I’m sure they’ve been wild.”
Zach chuckled, telling him about the nights at Tuska Festival and some of the others he’d attended while on tour, but Noah wasn’t really paying attention as his gaze zeroed in on Kaj.
Noah was aware he’d been there for a while, blatantly watching him like a hawk while sipping his whiskey. He hadn’t tried to hide, hadn’t approached to talk or even waved at him when he sat on that stool at the far end of the bar. He was alone, stalking him with quiet precision, waiting for Noah to let down his guard so he could attack.
