I glance at the hot tub, nodding in agreement.
“I love the water,” I say.
“Of course you do.”
“I should say I love thehotwater.”
He hums a sound of interest. “You don’t have that at home.”
It isn’t a question, just an observation.
“No, I do not.”
“Do you still consider that your home?” He sneaks a glance at me.
I shrug. “If I had to choose a place, I guess it would be. I don’t have a home here.”
“The tour bus,” he says. “Some people live in something similar.”
“They do?”
“Yes. A lot of people live in campers or RVs. Some travel while others stay stationed.”
“It doesn’t feel like home,” I say. “Maybe if it was just me.”
“Dorian isn’t a good roommate?” he asks with a smile.
“He’s fine but there isn’t much space.” I lift my arms and drop them. “I’m a pretty big guy.”
“Oh, I know,” he says with a knowing grin, his gaze dipping down to the outline of my cock.
Leif slowly makes his way toward me, slipping his fingers into the waistband of my pants. I suck in a breath, my skin tingling at the contact. He was doing this before, and it was driving me crazy. Did he know that? He must, because he does it often.
“I’d love to get into the hot tub, but I think we can do that later. We have all night, right?”
I nod. “Yes, we do.”
Maybe I should be out exploring the city with Kael and Lucien, but that’s not what I want to do. I don’t want to go out there and make a scene. I love our fans, but not everyone who stares us down are fans. I don’t like the dirty looks I get when I am just trying to exist and enjoy my life here. And that’s what I want to do—exist and enjoy my life. Right now, that means playing music and fucking Leif.
“So, I’ll ask you the same thing I did last time.” Leif’s eyes dart up to meet mine. “Are there any limits?”
“No limits,” I say quickly. “Touch me everywhere.”
He pops the button on my pants and slowly undoes the zipper. I’m still not wearing a shirt, since I never do during shows, or afterwards for the meet and greets. It felt silly to put one on just to head up to my room from the arena, considering it’s connected to the hotel. Less clothing to take off, which I’m sure he is fine with.
My breaths come in harder, something I can’t control. My dick is rock hard, aching behind these tight pants.
“You say you have no limits for me touching you, but we haven’t discussedotherthings,” Leif comments as he, as slowly as possible, slides my pants down.
“Other things?” I ask breathlessly.
“I could make an assumption about you, but I’d rather ask. Do you prefer to top or bottom?”
“I… don’t know what that means,” I grit out.
The jeans move past my cock. It springs free, hard and dripping.
“Fuck,” he hisses. “That’s a lot of precum.”
