Luke took every drop of his cum and didn’t spill a single drop. When Mikey was finally spent, he lay back, throwing his arm over his eyes.
“Damn,” he whispered. “I haven’t had a BJ like that in…probably forever. I had no idea you were so skilled.”
Luke just shrugged. He looked adorably disheveled right then, with a blush on his cheeks Mikey found irresistible. Even though he’d just cum, he was starting to think he might be able to do it again.
Luke looked down at his hardening cock and got another wolfish smirk on his face.
“You ready to go again?” he asked.
Mikey, however, didn’t want this to all be about him. He wanted to show Luke he also knew a thing or two about pleasing a guy.
And so, before Luke could say anything, Mikey navigated him onto the couch, then took up his own position on his knees.
“Do you mind if I?” he asked, as his hand hovered above Luke’s belt buckle.
Luke had an almost panicked look on his face at this new proximity. After another second, though, he nodded his head, and Mikey didn’t hesitate. He unbuttoned and unzipped Luke’s pants and, with just a bit of work, managed to get them off. He hadn’t been as graceful as Luke, but he was still impressed with his abilities.
“See?” he said with a crooked smile. “I know a thing or two, too.”
“Oh yeah?” Luke said. “Then why don’t you put your money where your mouth is.”
Rather than responding–and Mikey was tempted to indulge in a very bad pun about putting something where his mouth was–he just lowered his head and took Luke’s cock in his mouth.
Luke was easily as big as Mikey was, if not a bit bigger, and he was certainly thicker. However, after a little bit of adjustment, he took him down his throat, relishing Luke’s musk and the way his deep voice hummed as he moaned, his hands resting on Mikey’s shoulders. Bringing Luke as much pleasure as Luke had brought him made his cock fully hard again, and he reached down and started stroking it as he sucked Luke off.
I’m in heaven,he thought, as he bobbed his head up and down on Luke’s cock, enjoying every moan and whimper coming out of his mouth.
It wasn’t long before Luke’s hips were bucking, essentially fucking Mikey’s mouth. Mikey didn’t mind, though. He took every inch Luke was giving him and wished for more.
“Fuck, Mikey,” Luke started groaning. “I’m gonna…I’m gonna…I’m gonna…,” and as the last syllable left his mouth Mikey felt his warm load spilling out. Like Luke, he swallowed each and every bit of it, though that was no easy task, considering just how much of it there was.
As he swallowed, Mikey stroked his own cock until he came. This time, his orgasm was so intense he saw stars.
“Damn,” he whispered again. “Luke Carter, what are you doing to me?”
Luke leaned down and planted a kiss on Mikey’s lips.
“Hopefully, stealing your heart.”
It was an undeniably cheesy thing to say, but a warmth flowed through him at just how easy it was to be intimate with Luke. Maybe, despite everything, they’d find a way through all ofthis. Maybe, even though it was hard to see just how, they might manage to forge a relationship and a creative partnership.
As he curled up next to Luke on the couch, both of them enjoying some well-earned afterglow, Mikey let himself drift on the possible.
I think everything’s gonna be okay,he thought.
CHAPTER 23
MIKEY—2015
For most of the evening after they had their mutual BJ session, the two of them just cuddled and whispered sweet nothings to each other. Slowly but surely, Luke had coaxed Mikey into talking about his own career, particularly his era with the boy band the Heartthrobs, which was a part of his life he rarely talked about with anyone. Oh sure, he’d written about it in his memoir, but the version of his life in the book, while honest, was almost somewhat sanitized. Some things were just too painful to fully revisit.
Somehow, though, looking at Luke’s earnest expression gave him the strength to excavate some of the more painful parts of the boy band experience.
“In some ways they were like my brothers, or what I think having brothers must be like,” he said, brushing a strand of Luke’s hair out of his eyes. “But in other ways, we were just strangers who got thrown together because we all looked pretty and looked pretty together. And, as much as I loved the guys, I never really was open with them about who I truly was, even though I wanted to be. It kinda killed me, to be honest, to be living a double life and to not be able to be honest with these men who were some of the most important people in my life.
“I guess that’s why I leaned into the party lifestyle, and why I jumped from relationship to relationship. Don’t get me wrong. I loved some of the women I was with, but I never told any of them the truth, either. I guess I thought if I just partied enough and just dated enough girls, somehow it would all work out, or I’d find some way of being happy, even though a part of me always screamed to be let out.”
His chest pinched and his voice hitched as he thought back to those days, of what it was like to be on top of the world when it came to music and yet to always feel like a part of him was dying on the inside, yearning to be let out for just a bit.
