“Definitely not.”
“What if I say please?” I tease with a flutter of my eyes.
“I would hope you know me well enough by now to know that saying please won’t endear me to you further, but will probably make me even more of a little shit. Unless saying please leads to you fucking me, then maybe I could get on board.” Nolan strides out of the elevator, head turned to look back at me. “You could feed me your cock.”
“Nolan.”
“Benjamin.”
“That’s not my name,” I growl as I fumble the key into the lock.
Nolan chuckles beside me, his breath fanning over my face. “Frustrated, stud?”
Nolan reaches around me to grab the card, fingers trailing over my overheated skin. With one gentle swipe, he pushes the door open, then proceeds to toss the card at my face. I take a slow, steady breath to stop myself from grabbing him and fucking… I don’t know… eating him whole. He’d probably like that too much though. He needs better punishments.
Nolan heads straight for the bedroom to the right but pauses just outside the door.
“Are you going to do that thing where you pretend like you don’t want to give me what I want, argue with me, let me get you riled up, then fuck me and be nice afterward? The bathroom here is nice for all those post-fucking soaks you like to take.”
“Is that what you’re doing now? Trying to rile me up?”
Nolan shrugs as he slips off his headphones. His shirt slowly disappears over his head, his thumbs slowly working at the button of his jeans. Messy hair and a stare that makes heat pool in my stomach. Backing slowly toward the bathroom, Nolan holds my gaze. I follow him like there’s a string connecting us, tugging me toward him as sweat prickles at the nape of my neck.
“Benjamin, why are you playing this game with me?” Nolan pushes his pants down, revealing his semi-hard cock. Fuck. He was commando this entire goddamn time. “You’re here for one thing. And you know what would relax me before this fucking concert in ten hours? A good hard fuck. The kind where you shove your fingers in my mouth until I choke.”
“Stop it,” I say firmly.
Nolan freezes. “Excuse me?”
“I said stop. We’re playing by my rules now. My rules are that we don’t fuck before a show, only after.”
“You can’t be serious,” Nolan says around a shocked laugh.
“Deadly serious. I’ll fuck you after a show, when you’re pliant and tired, when you need the release to go to sleep. Before a show, we can kiss, but that’s it.”
“You can’t?—”
“I can and I will,” I interrupt him.
Nolan visibly fumes, nostrils flaring, gaze going hard. He steps closer to me and shoves me, but I don’t move. We might be the same height but I’ve got enough weight on him that his shove is fruitless. He seemingly realizes this and scrunches his adorable nose up in annoyance.
“Give me all the rules,” Nolan mumbles, eyes refusing to meet mine.
I carefully wrap my palms around his neck, letting my fingers tangle in the curly hairs there. “No fucking until after a show. Then I’ll give you whatever you want, however you want it. Before shows, I’ll kiss you as much as you want, feed you, make sure you’re relaxed. And on days off, we have dates.”
Nolan winces. “Dates are for suckers.”
I chuckle as I gently brush my fingers against the warm skin of his neck. “Then I’m a sucker. Give me what I want, be good for me, hmm?”
Nolan’s eyes meet mine as I dip down closer, our lips a breath apart. “Someone who looks like you shouldn’t talk the way you do.”
“Look like what?”
“Sweet and soft.”
“I’ll show you sweet and soft,” I murmur just before closing the gap between us. I kiss Nolan until he’s supple under my hands, boneless, putty for me to make into what he needs to be for the show.
And later, when I watch from the stands as he sings in front of a crowd of more people than I can count, I know the lack of tension in his body is because of me. I count that as a win.
