Page 37 of Behind the Lights

“Hands down, your tight ass. But you can suck a dick like no other, when I hit the back of your throat…damn…” My stroking sped up and my grip strengthened. I could feel my impending release building at the base of my spine, causing my balls to draw up.

“That’s it, baby, stroke yourself. Harder and remember, you’re mine to do with as I please,” he growled.

“Yours…” I mumbled, losing myself to the sensations heightening inside me.

“How do you feel? Do you wish you were buried deep inside me right now? Do you want to come? Mark me like I marked you?” Lucas teased.

“Hell ya. Fuck, Lucas, keep that up and I’m gonna blow,” I warned.

“Come with me, baby. Let me hear my name cross your lips when you coat your chest in come. Ungh,” he groaned with each pull.

“Tell me…when…need to come. Fuck, Lucas, let me come,” I begged.

“Let go, baby…Now!” he commanded.

I released, yelling his name louder than I meant to, “Lucas!” As I coated my stomach and dotted my chest.

“Joey!” he moaned as he came.

“Holy shit,” I told him, reaching over the side of my bed for a dirty shirt I had lying on the floor to clean myself up with.

“Yeah, holy shit. Better get used to phone sex with you going on the road for as long as you are,” he told me.

“Sorry babe, this is a great opportunity for us.” I wasn’t sorry, but I was sad to leave him for as long as I was. Even with him at school we still managed to see each other a couple times a month. This would be the longest separation we’ve ever had.

“I know and they’re gonna love you guys. Your voice has come a long way since the school talent show. You’ll rock it, I know you will. Just ask your other boyfriend for the info so I can pimp you guys on social media,” Lucas added.

“He’s not my boyfriend. Some cute little blonde with blue eyes and tight ass is,” I reminded him.

“And don’t you forget it either. What’s mine is mine and I don’t share.” The demand in his statement threw me off guard. I’d never known him to be jealous, and that declaration clearly was. But I was surprised that I found this possessive side of him to be a turn on.

“Lucas, you know I’d never cheat on you. Don’t you?” Now I was worried, did he think I’d find someone else?

“I know, just seemsyour friend,” he emphasized with much disdain, “needs some reminding.”

“Um, okay.”

I’m so lost…

“Time for bed,” he told me. “I have an early class tomorrow. Text me this week and I’ll see you on Saturday. I love you.”

“Love you too,” I said before he hung up. After stripping out of my clothes, I plopped back down on the bed and was out. Phone sex was relaxing way to end the night.

We practiced every day this week, and on Friday I confirmed with Lucas via text that he’d be at the show on Saturday which he said he would. I let the guys know, Mickey and Diamond had no problem with it, but I saw Stoli clench his jaw. He kept his opinion to himself for the first time. Friday around eleven, we loaded up the van and headed down to Vancouver, Washington for the back to back shows.

When we arrived at the venue we found it to be as we’d assumed it would be - a dive bar in an older part of town. But a paying gig was a paying gig. Brett booked both these up for us and said the owners were good guys, but the patrons could be a bit…harsh. Harsh was an understatement. Unloading and setting up, we were met with cat calls and smart-ass comments, but once we started playing they shut the fuck up. It was somewhat of a country rock vibe bar, so at the last minute we changed our usual lineup and only did a couple of our songs and tossed in some classic Lynyrd Skynyrd playing “Freebird” and “Sweet Home Alabama” to calm the locals down. The thought of being pelted with glass beer bottles wasn’t something we wanted and luckily our change in song choices worked their magic and we were no longer deemed the freaks onsite.

After the show was over, the owner paid us and said anytime we wanted to come back and play we were more than welcome. We shook his hand, loaded up and headed to the motel six-six-six room we’d rented for the night. Two beds to four guys meant doubling up, but we were far too tired to give a fuck as we’d shut the bar down with the house still packed at two a.m. By the time we got to our room it was almost four. Throw in showers to wash the smoky stench off us and we were pushing five a.m. before our heads hit the pillow. Diamond and Mickey crashed on one bed and Stoli and I in the other. None of us thought anything of it, we were too damn tired to give a fuck.

We woke to sound of my phone going off.

“Ugh, what the hell?” Stoli bitched, covering his head with the pillow.

I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed my phone, noticing it was Lucas calling, “Hey babe,” I answered with Stoli groaning behind me, so I punched him in his side.

“What was that?” Lucas questioned.

“Uh, nothing. Are you on your way?” I asked, trying to divert his attention.

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