His broad shoulders and those narrow hips did something to Kaj. Not to mention Noah’s pecs, taut and chiseled, but not excessively bulky. He didn’t have a shredded six-pack, but his abdomen was strong, with subtle definition and a delicious V cut that led to the most beautiful appendage Kaj had ever played with. Seriously, though—sixthickinches of fucking perfection that made Kaj grunt and shiver out of pure satisfaction every time he’d seen it. Uncut, slightly curved upward, pink, and so damn smooth.
Fuck.
Kaj was fully erect, shamefully and unabashedly thrusting into his fist while Noah was in his bed, or maybe he’d already left. What would happen if he knew what Kaj was doing? Would it make him hard, too?
Kaj’s dick thickened even more.
He should have invited Noah in and fucked his pretty mouth, but the little masochist goblin inside Kaj didn’t allow him to think until after he was at it. Wouldn’t have been a smart move, anyway. If he wanted to set boundaries, he needed to be in a calm state of mind, which, obviously, he wasn’t right now.
His breathing turned ragged as he continued his imaginary quest over Noah’s body. His eyes. His arms. His hands. His legs. Though, his favorite part was his ass. That mass of toned, round muscle… Projected and perfectly contoured, narrower at the sides with obscenely erotic lateral depressions.
Kaj groaned, bracing himself with a palm on the wall as he jerked himself faster, adding a little twist of the wrist at the end. His world shrunk to the coiling pressure in his balls, the slick slide of his hand, and the phantom sensation of Noah’s tight hole stretching to accommodate him.
A strangled moan ripped from Kaj’s throat as he painted the tiles with spurts of semen. His entire body shuddered through an orgasm that made the room spin. He was dizzy, but nowhere near sated.
With his heart palpitating against his eardrums and a rueful chuckle, Kaj sagged against the wall, panting.
Once he’d caught his breath, he rinsed off and stepped out of the shower. Kaj dried himself a little with a towel, rolling it around his hips before walking out of the en-suite. He was more relaxed now, ready to start the day and face Noah without wanting to fuck him into next Sunday, but the scene he found in the bedroom sent him to square one.
What the actual fuck?Kaj swallowedhard.
“I’m all about respecting your limits, but next time you dothat”—Noah tipped his head back, pointing to the bathroom—“with me in the next room, don’t expect me to sit and wait like a good boy.” He tucked his spent dick into his trunks and got up, fingertips gliding over the jizz splattered on his abdomen. “You want this as much as I do.” Kaj’s senses went into overdrive as Noah rubbed his index and middle fingers over his mouth. “Just say the fucking word and put us both out of this misery.”
And like that, Noah disappeared behind the door connecting their rooms, leaving Kaj disarmed and horny as he licked the cum on his lips.
First USA concert: Done.
Right after getting off the stage, one after the other, the four musicians had gone to the bathroom—a two-hour set was a fucking long time to hold it. They’d helped the roadies finish loading the truck, and later, while getting rehydrated, they’d hung out with the whole crew, falling into a relaxed conversation that mostly revolved around their impressions of the venue, the audience, the crazy mosh pit, etc.
And here they were now, almost two hours later, in this big-ass catering area, a space where industrial and grunge aesthetics blended.
The teams of both Artificial Suicide and Dreadful, the opening act, gathered around a long table with some succulent catering settled in the middle. Everyone was enjoying their night. Everyone except Kaj.
It wasn’t that he didn’t like engaging with other bands, especially when they were so talented and as passionate as Kaj was about music. He was currently sitting on a tufted military-green couch with Xander, Phoenix—the other drummer in the room—and his keyboardist. A couple of techs were sprawled on the black leather armchairs flanking the sofa as they all chatted away. Only, Kaj wasn’t part of the conversation anymore. His eyes were now fixated on Noah and this guy,Jorge.
Even if Kaj had read all the names of the other band’s members on their tour program a few days before—he didn’t like coming off as an entitled, arrogant prick—he was awful at remembering them when he met so many people at once. Didn’t even remember what the bassist and guitarist were called. Something with D and M, or P and N. Whatever. But the vocalist? As soon as Jorge had seen Noah, he’d jumped on him, giving him a big hug. YoubetKaj memorized that name.
Look, he had nothing against people being overly friendly with one another—different strokes for different folks—but the way they so easily got engrossed in their own little world, talking nerdy vocalist shit and cracking jokes, made Kaj’s blood boil. He didn’t care that the blond man talking with them seemed to be Jorge’s partner, judging by the way they looked at each other and held hands. Noah was rarely ever so comfortable, chatty, and fucking smiley with people he didn’t know.Wait…
Maybe they know each other from before? Maybe from his time in the UK?
Kaj knew nothing about this dude’s personal life. He could have lived there, too. For all he knew, Noah could have traveled to the US before and met him here.
Why do you care?
A cold chill ran up Kaj’s spine. That annoying voice in his head didn’t tame his uneasiness. On the contrary, the room’s dark walls and high ceiling seemed to close in around him, increasing the pressure in his chest. And then he felt it; the bitter taste at the tip of his tongue, the rope tugging violently at his heart, the tingles on his hands...Jealousy.
In the most casual tone he could manage, Kaj got up and said, “I’m gonna go for a smoke.” The last resort before he crawled out of his mind and punched someone in the face was isolating himself with his favorite poison—the only one he was still allowed to use.
Kaj zipped up his leather jacket and exited the venue through the back door. Thank fuck this area of the parking lot was solely for tour buses and was guarded by their gorilla-like security guys so the horde of thirsty fans couldn’t get in. He needed silence.
Frustrated, Kaj pulled out his packet of tobacco and lit a cig.How long is this going to last?
He didn’t want a relationship with Noah, yet he couldn’t help the manic obsession that grew with each passing day nor the possessiveness that overtook every time he saw him enjoying the company of another man. It wasn’t that he considered himself less than those men who got too close to him for Kaj’s liking—didn’t even know them enough to make a fair comparison. So, it had to be the narcissistic part of him yearning for the sense of power and pleasure that always came when you had someone’s undivided attention. It was such a high… and he hated that Noah’s gaze hadn’t been on him for more than a second tonight. More so after the event in the morning.
Kaj was halfway through a cig, lost in this tumultuous train of thoughts, when the door opened and closed beside him.
“Hey.” Val tipped his head. “You good?”
