Page 36 of Behind the Lights

We got an eight-week road trip gig

What???

Before I could text back, my phone rang, and Lucas’ face popped up on the screen.

“No shit?” he said instead a standard greeting.

“Yup,” I chuckled. “After we left the tattoo shop some other guys we know from the studio showed up and told Stoli one of the bands dropped out of the line-up and asked if we’d be interested. Of course, he told them yes and they put him in touch with their promoter. Long story short, we’re getting added to the docket.” It was hard to contain my excitement, with every spoken word my voice went up an octave.

“Wow, that’s just, wow. Congrats!” he said cheerfully.

“Yeah so will you come this weekend to Vancouver, so we can get some time together?” I asked, hoping for some one on one time with my man before heading out.

“I can probably do that, but not until Saturday. You guys heading down there on Friday?”

“The first gig is Friday night, so we’ll head out around noon to try and beat the Seattle traffic and give us enough time to set up. We got a cheap hotel room for both nights, but you and I could head back after we’re done on Saturday night and you could crash here.” He never had before, but with us being apart for so long, I wanted to throw it out there as an option.

“That could work. Text me the info for Saturday and I’ll meet you there,” Lucas agreed.

“It appears as though you marked your territory.” Saying that out loud made me laugh.

“What do you mean?”

“You left a love bite on my chest. Just above my right nipple. Didn’t go over well with the general band population.”

“Ugh, let me guess. Stoli got a bug in his ass over it,” he huffed.

“Um yeah, how did you know who I was talking about?”

Huh…

“You’re kidding, right? It’s my man, it’s my territory, not his,” he growled. “Tell me, Joey, what happens when you think about me?”

“I dunno, what do you mean?” Not sure where this was headed.

“Do you get hard when you think of me?”

“Fuck, I am now.” I laid back on my bed, reaching down to straighten my hardening cock. If this was going where I hoped it was, it needed room to grow.

“Touch yourself.”

“Um, okay.” I grabbed my shaft through my jeans.

“No, I want to hear you undo your fly. Fist your cock and stroke it for me,” he commanded.

My dick instantly stood at attention.

Pop, pop, pop, the last button opened.

“That a boy. How does it feel, hearing my voice? Is it making you hard?”

“Fuck ya. I wish it was your lips wrapped around my cock instead of my hand,” I told him, pulling my jeans and boxers down far enough to get a good grip.

“I’m with you. I’d love to wrap that long, thick hair of yours around my knuckles and pull it just enough to see your hazel eyes staring up at me as my dick glides in and out of that filthy mouth of yours.” He gasped, and I knew he was stroking himself too.

“Lucas,” I groaned, smearing the precome around my sensitive head. “Yeah babe, I can almost feel those pouty lips wrapped around me.”

“What feels better, my mouth or my ass tightly wound around your cock?”

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