“I don’t have a strap for the guitar, so I best do it sitting. Let me just clean it up a bit.” He walks to pick up the guitar and takes it to the kitchen area, where he uses paper towels to gently wipe the dust that gathered. Owen remains on his knees, watching Will’s body from the side. The way his strong legs lead to his ass promises more wonders to discover, but Owen is content with what he’s seen so far. It takes a really greedy man not to be content.
“Good enough,” Will says and turns to Owen. “You’re going to stay down there?”
“Yes.” He clears his throat. “I mean, I’d like to watch you from the floor. It will make it feel like you’re on stage.”
“In my underwear?”
“Like Madonna.”
Will chuckles and goes to sit on the couch. He spreads his legs and adjusts his boxers, but they still struggle to keep his erection fully covered.
Owen walks on all fours until he reaches the couch. He settles on his ass, his legs crossed. He could stay in his underwear as well, but he likes having Will be the only one of them who’s bare. For now.
It’s amusing watching Will trying to put the guitar in his lap while his erection gets in the way. He ends up leaning back on the couch so that the guitar can rest on his stomach, but that pulls up his boxers, and now Owen can see his crown poking out from the side.
“Sorry,” Will mumbles.
Before he can try again to adjust himself, Owen says, “It’s fine. Let it do its thing.”
“Its thing?” Will shakes his head. “You’re something else, Owen.”
“A good something else?”
“No complaints here.”
“What will you play?”
“Hmm, you know Fast Car by Tracy Chapman?”
“Will Thomas, you truly are gay!”
“Wasn’t our kiss enough to convince you?”
“It was a strong indication, I admit. You know all the lyrics?”
“Yeah, but I’m just playing, not singing.”
“Oh, right.”
They lock eyes for a long moment, then Will nods as if he’s made a decision. “I can sing, but it will help if you don’t look at me when I start.”
Owen’s eyes slip down to where Will’s crown still pokes from the gap at the side of his boxers. “I can find something else to look at.”
Will smirks. “Okay. But I’m rusty, so don’t expect much.”
“We are keeping our expectations in check.”
“Who are we…? Oh.” Will’s cock stirs inside the boxers.
He starts to play, and Owen holds his breath in anticipation, only breathing when Will sings,“You got a fast car. I want a ticket to anywhere…”
Owen closes his eyes as they begin to sting. The way Will sings, it almost feels as though he was the one who wrote the song. The longing in his voice to be somewhere else is raw and heartfelt. Owen manages not to look at Will’s face for the first part of the song, then he slowly raises his eyes, mesmerized at the sight of the most handsome man he’s ever kissed singing just for him. Will’s eyes are closed, his fingers elegantly strumming over the strings. He finishes singing with the words,“You got a fast car… is it fast enough so you can fly away? You gotta make a decision, leave tonight or live and die this way.”He continues to play the final chords, then he opens his eyes and frowns. “Hey, you okay?”
Owen wipes the tears from his cheeks. “Sorry. I’m fine.”
Will places the guitar on the couch, then reaches to stroke Owen’s cheek. “It’s a sad song.”
The way Will sang it wasn’t just sad—it was tragic. Owen slides closer and lowers his head on Will’s knee, wrapping his arms around his leg. “Thank you.”
