I rested my head against the wall behind me, closed my eyes, and let out a moan. Getting head from Sebastian was something we both deeply enjoyed. While he still loved surrendering his ass to me, there were times when he wanted nothing more than tolook up from between my legs and watch my body shake under his control. He had admitted as much back when we were long-distance, and ever since then, I had been more than happy to play along.
“You like that, don’t you?” I whispered, brushing my fingers over his cheek.
“Mhm,” he replied, his sparkling eyes meeting mine. He pulled his head back and replaced his tongue with his right hand. Instead of jerking me off, he slapped my dick against his face. “This just… hits the spot.”
“Not just for you.” I reached for my cock, ready to stroke it and give him the sweet release he craved, but he smacked my hand away.
“Nuh-uh. That’s my job.”
He wrapped his lips around me again and sucked my dick as if it were the only thing he wanted in the world. The warmth of his mouth, the softness of his tongue—everything worked together to push me closer to the point of no return. After a few minutes, I was getting close, but I couldn’t quite get there. He switched to jerking me off and licked my balls. That made my legs shake, but it still wasn’t enough—until his tongue moved lower, sliding beneath my balls, all the way to my taint.
That unexpected shift tipped me over the edge. Everything rushed through my body, and I barely managed to gasp, “Oh, fuck I’m cumming,” before the first spurt shot out.
Sebastian quickly wrapped his lips around my dick, catching everything from the first to the last drop. Four spurts landed right in his mouth. My knees buckled, and I arched my back, holding his head as I unloaded. I panted. Cumming was one thing, cumming inside the guy that I loved was on a totally different level. We held this position while I caught my breath until he finally pulled his head back and swallowed it all. Hepressed his thumb against my shaft and dragged it toward the head, coaxing out one last drop of cum.
“There’s always more,” he grinned, licking it up and swallowing it, too. “This was a nice preview.”
“I thought a preview wouldn’t suffice.”
“Let’s just say that after getting a first taste, I’m hooked.” He pushed himself to his feet and walked to the door. While I stayed where I was, still leaning against the wall, my hard dick hanging out of my pants as I caught my breath, he wrapped his hand around the knob, then turned when he noticed I wasn’t right behind him. His eyes roamed up and down my body. “Well, that’s a sight to behold.”
“It won’t be the last time you get to see it,” I said, finally finding the energy to push myself off the wall.
“Tonight?”
“And every night until we die.”
As soon aswe walked into the party room, all eyes were on us again. The room was as festively decorated as last year, except that instead of white candles, Laura had chosen blue ones.
Sebastian’s great-aunt Darcy pushed her way through the crowd, trying to reach us before anyone else.
“If it isn’tDevinand his partner in crime!” she exclaimed, loudly enough to make everyone else scatter. No one dared come between Darcy and whomever she wanted to talk to. “I’ve been dying to get in touch with you for months now.” She pinched Sebastian’s arm. “I wanted to ask when I’d finally get a signed copy of your album,Devin. It’s not like someone in the family becomes famous every day.”
I glanced at him. She had used his first name twice now, yet he was still smiling at her. He leaned in, lowering his voice. “You have to keep that to yourself… we brought copies for everyone. But Mom asked us not to hand them out until later.”
Her eyes lit up. Her mouth tightened so much that her smile was nearly invisible. “Oh, I won’t.” She pressed her hand to her chest. “Scout’s honor.”
Sebastian winked at me, probably thinking the same thing as I was: everyone would know within fifteen minutes.
I understood why she was so excited, though. In the last six months, things had moved so quickly thatIcould barely keep up.
After our concert, Drake, the sound engineer, came up to us. He said he had really enjoyed the concert and told us he had connections to a studio in L.A., where he was interning. He was looking for musicians who would let him hone his skills, as he had recently earned a degree in sound engineering and needed references to find better jobs than working as“the sound guy”at a bar. More importantly—and he mentioned this twice—he genuinely liked our music. We kept talking, and, as it turned out, the studio where he interned was the same one we had booked with funds from the crowdfunding campaign.
The following week, we met him again at the studio. It was small and right next to a graveyard, but affordable and well-equipped enough to get the job done. We actually ended up recording with Drake under his mentor’s supervision, and he did a great job.
Once we were finished, the studio owner approached us and asked if he could share our songs with a friend who had connections at a record label that might be interested.
From then on, things snowballed. Our new connections got us a meeting with a mid-sized record label in L.A., and when we met with their artists and repertoire team, they treated us likethe next big thing. They had already analyzed our social media following, and they were deeply impressed. We had almost 100,000 followers at that point, and our numbers were growing rapidly thanks to the footage from our concert.
A week later, the label invited us over again, covering all expenses, including a hotel room, food, and a rental car. They gave us a tour of their studios and, after some back-and-forth about our reluctance to relive what had happened to Sebastian the last time, they offered us a record deal that guaranteed our artistic freedom.
That night, we popped a bottle of champagne, held each other as we cried, and talked to Seb’s parents on the phone for hours, going through the contract together. The next day, we signed it.
While Sebastian had planned to move back to Seastone for my sake, things actually turned out the other way around. Over the next few months, we re-recorded the entire album with proper equipmentfor the third time, took promo photos, and even shot a music video for the song we wrote on the day of our concert. We rented our first apartment together and prepared for our media debut, which went more smoothly than any of us could have predicted. By the end of the year, we had almost a million followers, and our first release made it straight to the top 50 of the U.S. charts. The label was happy—but more importantly, so were we.
“I’ve always known you’d make it big someday,” Darcy said as she punched Sebastian’s shoulder. “I told your dad it was a mistake not to encourage you to keep going after your first attempt failed. But you know how difficult it is to get through to him, no matter how sound your reasoning is.”
Sebastian laughed it off, glancing around to see if his dad had heard, but when he saw him deeply engaged in a conversation with his brother-in-law, he relaxed.
