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“Thank you.”

Hawk nuzzled the back of his neck, nipping lightly and running his tongue over the spot as if to chase the sting away. “I love you, Aaron, and the thought of you doing anything that would cause me to lose you is scary as hell. Don’t put me through that.”

Snuggling back against him, Aaron gave something he was always reluctant to give. “I won’t. I promise.”

“I’m going to hold you to that, even if it means I have to storm the gates of hell to drag you back here just so I can kick your ass.

“There are some far more pleasurable things I’d prefer you do with my ass.”

Chuckling, Hawk nipped him again, caressing his abs before sliding lower, past the waistband of his sleep pants to rub over his cock.

“Why don’t you tell me about some of those things you’d like me to do to that luscious ass of yours,” Hawk urged, his voice having gone low and husky in the way that it sometimes did when he was singing.

“A-aren’t we supposed to be sleeping,” Aaron whispered, even as the feel of Hawk’s nimble fingers started bringing his cock to attention.

“We’ll get there, but I’d hate to waste the opportunity to pin you to my bed and fuck you stupid, especially when those chances are few and far between.”

“Wouldn’t be, if you’d just let me move up here.”

“You’re not ready for that yet,” Hawk insisted, rubbing him more.

Aaron tried to conjure up a proper protest, to ask if Hawk really thought that or if it was Hawk who wasn’t ready for Aaron to be there all the time, but all he could manage was to choke out a barely stifled groan.

“Now…I asked you to do something for me. Are you going to do it, or are you gonna make me beg?” Hawk murmured, the feel of his lips, vibrating against the back of his neck, made Aaron shiver.

“I…I’d like it if you’d fuck me,” Aaron said, grinding against him a little.

“Oh, we’ll get there, I promise, but I’m sure there’s more you’d like before the grand finale,” Hawk urged, still gently stroking Aaron’s cock.

“I…” Aaron stammered, feeling his face heat up. At least it was dark in the room and Hawk couldn’t see it. He loved dirty talk, but when it came to outright asking for something, he struggled to choke out the words. Hawk knew it too, the bastard, and pressed his hand more firmly against Aaron’s cock, drawing a moan of desire from him.

“Tell me…what you’d…like,” Hawk demanded, the tone of his voice changing to one of command and authority.

“You’re fingers in me, stretching me, getting me ready for you,” Aaron blurted, writhing as Hawk’s caresses grew in intensity. He let out a low whine when Hawk moved his hand away, but it didn’t stay gone for long, as Hawk pushed at his sleep pants until Aaron shoved them down, allowing Hawk the access he needed to do exactly as Aaron had requested. First one, then two finger brushed over his hole, teasing, rubbing, but ignoring his efforts to push back and get them to penetrate him. Instead, they retreated again, returning with more lube. Hawk’s free hand slid to the back of his neck, rubbing, nails raking lightly down the sides as he pinned Aaron in place.

He had to bite back a cry when the first finger slid inside of him, Hawk keeping his movements shallow, circling, teasing, and withdrawing until Aaron was shaking. The second finger brought a delicious sense of fullness, as Hawk thrust them in deep, scissored and crooked them, hunting for the spot that would make Aaron fall to pieces for him. It was the third finger that left Aaron bucking against Hawk’s hand and gasping. He wanted to cry out, to beg and moan and curse and scream out his pleasure, especially when Hawk rubbed over that bundle of nerves inside of him and left him seeing stars. The only thing that kept him from doing so was the knowledge that waking one of the kids would mean an end to their fun and he wasn’t willing to be the cause of that happening.

This time, when Hawk took his fingers away, Aaron cursed, rambling out a sting of French words he knew he’d owe the swear jaw for. Feeling Hawk straddle his legs and tug on his hips to get him to raise them a little got him to focus on pressing his face into the pillow and stifling his groans, but when Hawk entered him in one long, smooth thrust, Aaron’s eyes rolled back.

Hawk used his weight to press him flat against the mattress as he thrust into him, the angle one that produce a great deal of sensation, and very little friction where he wanted it most, on his cock, which was trapped between him and the mattress.

“You’re gonna cum for me just like this,” Hawk growled in his ear. Some thrusts were shallow, others deep and Hawk would swivel his hips, nudge at the nerves inside of him, and send another slash of pleasure streaking through him. It wasn’t long before Aaron’s world narrowed to just the sound of Hawk’s voice and the sensations he was experiencing.

So close. If only Hawk would slide a hand beneath him, touch him, something. Then Hawk bit the back of his neck and Aaron’s word erupted in a flash of light. Hawk fucked him through his orgasm, growing rougher and more aggressive until he came too, spilling inside of Aaron. In the aftermath, with Hawk crushing him, his sweaty forehead resting against the back of Aaron’s shoulder, all he could think about was how perfect of a moment it was, and how he wished they could stay like this always.

Chapter 14

Shining Beneath the Lights

This was it. Their first live show as a band. No matter how many times he’d performed in the past, Aaron still felt the flutter of nerves in the pit of his stomach. It wasn’t just the music he was concerned about, though how well it went over would give them an early indication of how it might be received by a larger audience, like the Rocktoberfest one. It was if he could do what he’d done back in their music room, when he was standing in front of a live crowd.

He still felt like he was balancing on a tightrope, teetering with every step and never being able to fully get his balance despite how hard he tried to take a new step forward every day. It was getting easier to interact when they were playing, but the downtime still left him feeling nervous and worried about saying the wrong thing around Declan, so he showed up five minutes before a session was scheduled to start and left the moment it was over with, rarely eating with them when they took breaks, though in all fairness it was more before he was teaching himself to cook and lay off the takeout so he’d be able to help Hawk make meals for the kids or handle supper on his own if Hawk was busy helping once of them with something.

He'd cut down on the smoking, though he’d increased his edibles intake to keep his anxiety at bay and hit the pool every night after practice. Not only did it finish exhausting him, but he’d found himself coming up with ideas that had nothing to do with music, like the cloud capturer he’d been working on for Liam, who was curious about how they formed and loved to draw them. Still the nervous energy hit the moment he was awake, and he was losing weight, despite eating three proper meals a day. Hell, he’d even gotten the hang of getting his groceries delivered, but only after carefully selecting all the ingredients. His jeans were riding low, and the scratches on the backs of his fingers were a sure sign that his stim toys weren’t holding his attention anymore, which meant it was time to do a bit of surfing so he could order a new batch.

“You okay?”

Aaron glanced up to see Micah watching him, his finger tracing a path along the chain he wore.

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