Page 14 of Bassist With Benefits
It was just the distraction Alan needed.
The guy pulled a long chain from under his T-shirt and let it dangle through his fingers. At the end hung a tiny gold spoon, which he dipped into the pile of coke. Leaning close and resting one hand on Alan’s chest, he offered the drug under Alan’s nose.
Alan sealed one nostril closed with his index finger and snorted deeply. The twink offered the same prize to the other nostril, and then helped himself to two quick hits.
The crystals infiltrated Alan’s nervous system, giving him a euphoric rush, and he eyed the man standing in front of him as if seeing him for the first time. “What’s your name?”
“Troy.” The man ran a finger down the center of Alan’s chest. “Don’t forget it, because you’re gonna be screaming it in about 30 seconds.” He kicked a stool out of the way to open a little alcove under the center island and unbuckled Alan’s belt.
There were about a half dozen other people in the kitchen. A couple was making out and groping each other, and a small group was busy doing shots of bourbon at the counter. Discretion wasn’t something that concerned Alan, but he switched off the pendant light above the kitchen island so he wasn’t under a spotlight.
Troy sank to his knees, squeezing into the perfect nook created by the missing bar stool, and sucked Alan’s cock into his mouth while fondling his sac.
The coke and alcohol had Alan’s heart pounding in his chest, and the blood rushed to his groin. He closed his eyes, breathing deeply, and blocked out the voices of those around him. The only thing he let in was the music. He rocked his hips to Hellyeah’sHuman, thrusting deeper into Troy’s mouth with the fast beat of the song. He was a little disappointed that the song ended so quickly, until he heard Bulletproof’sAK-47as the next track.
A smile curled the edges of Alan’s mouth. He loved fucking around with Bulletproof’s music in the background. He pumped his pelvis harder while he listened to the beats that he created. The rumble of the bass filtered through his ears, and a vision of Jeremy on stage earlier, with his black cherry Spector 5-string bass slung low across his body, knees bent and long hair flowing down his back, passed across Alan’s mind. It transformed into an image of Jeremy between his legs, swirling a thick tongue around the head of his cock. He never actually saw Jeremy blowing him the other night, but he imagined that head of long hair bobbing between his legs. He remembered the deep draw on his shaft and the best orgasm of his life. A sudden wave of sensations shook him. He gripped the back of the stool next to him with one hand to steady himself, extended his hips forward and emptied his load. Hair tickled his inner thigh and he smiled, envisioning Jeremy’s wild, long hair. His fingers pushed through the thick mass of tresses, but there was very little hair to grab onto. Disoriented, he opened his eyes and looked down. A gasp escaped him, and he jumped slightly from surprise when he focused on the twink he had just met. Why the fuck was he expecting to see Jeremy down on his knees? Filled with confusion, he squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. What the fuck was wrong with him?
Jeremy looked around the suite in search of Alan. He missed the back and forth, the constant banter that the two shared, and he wanted it to return. He brushed a hand off his waist for the third time. They were all persistent, but they usually got the hint to move on after a few minutes. This groupie had been trying to shove his hand down Jeremy’s pants for the last half hour. He would eventually concede, but he wanted to find Alan. He wanted to hang out with his friend for a little while.
A topless chick with enormous boobs bounced past Jeremy and disappeared into the crowd of people in the living room. A quick glance around the suite revealed that the party had taken a swift turn. It was startling how fast the night progressed from an after-show celebration to a free-for-all, no-holds-barred good time. Two dudes were against the wall grinding against one another. Two girls were next to them doing the exact same thing. Before Jeremy had a chance to turn his head away, they switched partners. Only a few feet away, a guy was giving head to someone sitting in an overstuffed chair.
Jeremy searched the room with his eyes, weaving his head to see who was on the couches and who was trying to blend in with the walls. There was no sign of Alan, which made him wonder where the hell his friend went. Buddy-fucking a bunch of groupies is how this night usually ended, but Jeremy doubted if that activity would recommence any time soon. Still, he was curious what Alan was up to.
Someone stumbled into Jeremy. It was Cam, who was being supported by Brandon.
“Whoa.” Jeremy steadied Cam by the elbow. “Looks like you had quite a night.”
Cam smiled with glassy eyes that were barely open. “It’s my Friday night.”
Actually, it was only Wednesday, but Cam worked on the road either from the little office in the back of the band’s tour bus or from his laptop in the hotel room. It meant that he couldn’t indulge in the same amount of alcohol as the rest of them, since he needed to have a clear head to deal with… whatever accountants do.
“Not working tomorrow?” Jeremy asked Cam.
“Nope. Wanted to have some fun tonight. Worked all day while Brandon was at sound check.” He lifted the drink, which sloshed around under his unsteady gait. “Took tomorrow and Friday off! Woo hoo!”
Jeremy laughed. It wasn’t often that Cam tied one on. The guy was pretty fucking straight-laced, totally opposite of Bulletproof’s free-spirited singer. “It’s good to see you loosen up once in a while, Cam.”
“Yeah, well, I’m taking him back to our room.” Brandon nodded toward the guy getting a blowjob on the chair behind them. “If he loosens up any more, that’ll be me getting head and Cam on his knees.”
Cam leered at Brandon with a provocative hue in his smoldering brown eyes. “That sounds risqué. And fucking hot. Don’t you want me to be a bad boy?”
Brandon pulled Cam closer. “Oh, I’d love for you to be a bad boy. But not when you’re drunk. We’re going back to our room.” He clapped Jeremy on the shoulder. “See you tomorrow, buddy.”
Jeremy looked around the room again and wondered where the hell Alan went. He spotted Derek at one of the bar stations and decided to ask if he knew where their missing drummer disappeared to. As Jeremy got closer to Derek, a haze of pot smoke enveloped him.
Derek turned with a squinty-eyed smile and a blunt between his lips. He took a hit and passed it to Jeremy. “Did ya get a load of Cam?” Derek spoke while holding his breath, and then coughed the smoke from his lungs with heavy laughter.
Jeremy laughed along with his friend before he had a chance to take a hit from the enormous joint. “Yeah. Cam was wasted. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him drunk.”
“I was trying to get him to smoke some weed, but he was too concerned about emphysema.” Derek laughed again. “He’s a trip.”
Jeremy asked the bartender for a beer and glanced around the room one more time. “Have you seen Alan?”
Derek nodded, but waited to answer until he exhaled another puff of smoke. “He’s in the kitchen getting a BJ.”
Beer spewed from Jeremy’s mouth. Derek mistook it for laughter, but it was… Jeremy didn’t know what it was. It certainly wasn’t shock or surprise. Blowjobs weren’t a big deal at a party like this. And none of them was shy. They all had seen each other fucking or sucking at one time or another.
Something twisted inside Jeremy’s gut, and he narrowed his eyes toward the kitchen. There were too many people in the way for him to see anything. Profiles of smiling faces, glasses and beer bottles in hand, and people walking through the room blocked a clear view of the kitchen. Then a sightline opened up.
