“Not yet,” I say, the words tumbling out of my mouth without thinking. Chance smirks. He leans out and checks the hallway to make sure it’s clear, and the next thing I know, he is grabbing me and pulling me into his room. He slams the door behind me and pushes me up against it, those soft lips tangling with mine.
“I’ve been sitting here thinking about what you and Jacob were doing all night, it was driving me crazy.” I can feel the tenting in his pants.
“Does it turn you on knowing that while you were here waiting for me, Jacob fucked me?” Those blue-green eyes flare with heat as he grabs my hand and shoves it down his pants where I’m greeted by his hard length. My hand wraps around it as a strangled moan falls from Chance’s lips. “Looks like someone was hard waiting for me.”
“Yes.” He moans as my hand continues to slide up and down his thick length. “Tell me.”
This surprises me. “You want all the gory details?” Chance bites his bottom lip as my hand slips over the sensitive tip of his dick, my thumb teasing the slit as his eyes roll backward. “That he took me to a gay bar and had his way with me in the bathrooms while other men got off too. The sounds of the moaning and groaning spurring us on.”
“Fuck,” Chance groans.
“How Jacob got on his knees and took my cock out and sucked me dry.”
“Fuck,” He curses again.
“Get on your knees, Chance, and show me if I made the right decision coming here tonight.”
Chance’s knees hit the floor before I have even finished the sentence, and he slides my jeans down my thighs and pulls me from my underwear. His hot, wet mouth is ready for me as soon as I am free, and he takes me all the way to his throat.
“Fuck,” I curse, hitting my fists against the wall. His mouth is fucking heaven. I run my fingers through his hair as those sea glass-colored eyes look up at me. Fuck he is beautiful on his knees. “Get up,” I say, yanking him by his hair. “Take me to the bedroom.” Chance nods, the tenting in his pants assures me he’s one hundred percent on board.
“I need you naked, Derrick,” Chance states as he drops his own pants, exposing himself to me. He doesn’t need to tell me twice as I hastily get undressed, while Chance grabs some condoms and lube from the bedside drawer and places it on top. Then he calls me over to him with his finger. My knee hits the edge of the bed as I slowly crawl over to him. Chance reaches up and pulls me to him as he slowly kisses me. I try to hold myself off him, but I haven’t done any planks to maintain my core, and I fall to the side as we continue to kiss. My hands run up and down his ribcage as our tongues continue to tangle with each other.
“Tell me what else happened tonight,” Chance asks.
“Does that turn you on?” I ask him as my fingers run down his spine.
“Yes. I wish I could have been the one to fuck you in that bathroom, but I can’t,” he confesses.
“Would it be that terrible coming out?” I ask him.
Chance looks away for a moment, lost in his mind. “My family would disown me.”
I cup his face, hating that I’ve changed the mood. “I understand, mine have disowned me.”
“That sucks.”
I shake my head. “I made my own family, and you would, too,” I reassure him.
“What about your siblings?” he asks.
“I’m an only child.”
He nods. “I’m the oldest, but there’s a large gap between me and the twins, almost fifteen years, they were a surprise. They are only kids, and I know my parents would keep me away from them, and that would kill me. They hate what I do, but they sure as hell love the money it provides them.” His body stiffens with anger as he says those last words. I understand why he can’t be out, but it still feels like he is doing himself a disservice by keeping himself closeted.This isn’t your journey, Derrick.“My parents are Amish,” Chance explains.
Oh. Wasn’t expecting that. “But you’re not?”
He shakes his head. “I did Rumspringa when I turned sixteen. I was sent to live with my aunt in Brooklyn, we lived in Pennsylvania. My parents weren’t born Amish, they joined after having me. They allowed me to do the last two years of school at a traditional school, and that’s where I met the rest of the band.”
“Wow, was that hard to assimilate into traditional society?” I ask him.
“Yes and no. My aunt would take me during the school holidays a couple of times a year. She was insistent on it, and luckily, my parents let her, otherwise, I would have been completely brainwashed, not that my family or the Amish are bad people, just, you know …” he says with a shrug. I do. My parents were ultra conservative, not Amish, but they were very sheltering when it came to me. “When it was time for me to graduate, they didn’t come because they didn’t agree with it. There are a lot of rules. I chose to stay in Brooklyn with my aunt and the boys, and we all went to NYU to study music. We spent our nights jamming away all over the city, trying to make it big, hoping someone would find us. And they did, once we graduated, our social media blew up, which put us in front of the right people, and the rest is history.”
“Wow. That sounds amazing.”
“What sounds even more amazing is if I fuck you.” Chance smirks as he launches himself at me, making me laugh as his lips capture mine again.
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