Page 76 of Gabriel's Album

I step out of my jeans and walk back to the bed, stroking myself slowly as I do. I grab out a tube of lube and drip some onto my cock, tensing at the cold wetness before I continue to masturbate. I imagine ripping Ariana’s outfit off her as soon as she gets back, and bending her over the back of the sofa.

I envisage gripping her hips and pounding into her from behind while I stroke myself faster, until my orgasm hits me, and I groan loudly as I come. I grab a tissue from beside me and clean up before calling room service and ordering breakfast.

I shower quickly, and when I’m finished, I chuckle to myself as I put on underwear before pulling on a fresh pair of jeans. It’s definitely uncomfortable to wear them while going commando. Zero out of ten. Would not recommend.

I’m sitting on the sofa in the main area of my suite when the room service arrives. I tip them as I take the food and sit down to eat the cooked breakfast. I’m eating the last of the bacon when there’s a knock on my door.

“Hey, Hayden,” I greet him when I open it.

“Hey. Are you nervous? I think I’m going to be sick,” he announces as he walks into the room.

At his words, the butterflies take up residence in my stomach again, and I feel a wave of nausea hit me.

“Well, I wasn’t until you said that,” I laugh.

“Sorry. Misery loves company?” Hayden grins at me. “I really want to have a practice today.”

We had rehearsals for the Grammys on Friday. We’re performing “If I Were You” tonight, and the rehearsal was great. It was amazing to perform in the Staples Center, even without a proper audience. We got to see some amazing musicians who were also there to practice, people I’ve looked up to my whole life.

“Our instruments are at the venue, though,” I point out.

“I’m sure the hotel can get us some,” he shrugs.

I grin at him, then stride over to the phone, and dial down to the hotel reception.

“Hello, how can I help you?” a professional voice answers.

“Hi, this is Gabriel Knight. I was wondering if you happen to have a keyboard or piano, drums, electric and bass guitars in the hotel that we could use today? We also need a room to play in.”

There’s silence for a second before the person coughs and says, “Um, can I put you on hold for a minute, please?”

“Sure.”

Music plays in my ear, and after about thirty seconds, it stops. “Thanks for holding, Mr. Knight.”

“Not a problem,” I respond.

“Yes, we can arrange that for you,” they tell me.

“Thank you so much.”

I’m informed a few minutes later when they call back that they’ll have the instruments set up in one of the conference rooms downstairs in a couple of hours, and I thank them profusely.

Hayden and I go get Harrison, then head to Sebastian’s room. I knock on the door and don’t get any response. After a minute, I knock again, and shortly after, I hear his grumpy voice.

“Yeah, I’m coming,” he grumbles from the other side of the door just before it opens.

He’s wearing a pair of sweatpants, his hair is messed up, and he has dark circles under his eyes.

“You look terrible,” I tell him, and he grins in response.

“I had a late night,” he smirks.

We walk into his room and move into the sitting area as a group.

“I’m sure you did. Want to come play music with us? Hayden’s nervous,” I tell him as I drop into an armchair facing the room.

“He says that like he’s not shitting bricks too,” Hayden laughs, sitting down next to Harrison on the two-seater sofa.

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