“Oh, man. You’re right. It did need a few half notes. Gives it the proper hint of sorrow.”
On and on they worked, the hours and miles ticking by.
By the time Killian stopped at a rest area around midnight, they had another track for their very first album. This made song twenty-something they’d written together. Surely some would be marketable.
“Want me to drive?” Mike asked when they returned to the Bronco after making use of the public bathrooms.
“Nah. What say we get some rest?”
Who could sleep at a time like this? “But I’m not—”
The gleam in Killy’s eyes said more than words, even viewed in dim parking lot lights.
“Oh.”
A few big rigs parked on the other side of the lot, but theirs was the only vehicle on the car side. Plus, the Bronco’s tinted windows offered extra privacy. They pushed their belongings to the side and into the front seat, making barely enough room for the two of them in the back.
Not much room necessary for Killian’s plans.
He rolled Mike onto his back, pinning him into place with his body. In the near darkness, Mike couldn’t see Killy’s scars. They came to vivid life under his caresses. He explored his lover’s face and lips, his gentle touches losing out to a hungry kiss.
The moment Killy’s mouth connected with his, darkness and scars and anything else fell by the wayside. The world boiled down to Killy and Mike, struggling to free their cocks while Killy slipped a hand between their bodies and grasped their shafts.
Mike’s worries that maybe Killy wouldn’t want him now vanished. That once he returned to his superstar life, he’d want superstar boyfriends.
Or girlfriends. Rumors swirled around the singer’s sexuality, despite his coming out on the podcast.
Oh, God. Right there! Yes! Mike pushed up into Killy’s hand, his engorged flesh sliding against an answering hardness.
So good. So right. He gripped Killy’s shoulders, bucking up, urging him on. All the while they mimicked the slide of cock against cock with their tongues.
How had Killian done without kissing, when he seemed to enjoy it so much?
What Mike wouldn’t give to spread his legs wide and have Killian slide inside of him, but they barely had enough room for hand jobs, let alone to fuck.
Soon. They’d have to find a bed soon. Then he’d worship his lover properly, take that amazingly sweet cock into his mouth, taste the salty pre-cum, suck and lick until Killy filled his mouth.
Imagining the flood of spunk made Mike groan. His muscles tensed, and pressure began in his groin.
Killy pushed forward in a wild, faltering rhythm, catching Mike’s moans in his mouth. Those callused hands, so skillful with a guitar, played Mike with equal finesse.
Mike dug his fingers deeper into Killy’s arms, gave a few more bucks and… “Ahhh!” He threw back his head, eyes closed, and gave himself over to feeling, barely registering when Killy’s spatters joined his on his stomach.
Heart racing, breath coming in gasps, he held on tight. If arriving in L.A. did mark the beginning of the end, he’d enjoy every moment he could get until fate or fame forced them apart.
And then?a niggling voice in the back of his brain asked.
24
Killian turned up the radio, then glued his eyes to the road. Slowly, slowly, he lowered his hand, pushing it farther over the seat than should be comfortable.
Oh. Mike laced his fingers with Killian’s, nearly wincing at the near-painful grasp when Caleb’s by-now-familiar voice came over the radio.
“Welcome. Rodeo fans, I’ve got some good news and bad news for you about tonight’s show. I normally feature rodeo riders and others in the industry. My guest is definitely a part of the rodeo family, the son of bronc rider Harland Amos, and there’s more to his story than you know. Tonight’s guest is Killian Amos.
“Mr. Amos, welcome to the show.”
“I’m glad to be here, Caleb. I told you when I got around to telling my story, you’d get the truth first.”
