Page 36 of Bassist With Benefits
Alan moaned, his cock coming to life from the touch of his lover.
Jeremy suddenly took a step back and yanked Randy out from between them. He flattened Alan against the wall, the steel at his crotch poking Alan like a metal rod.
Passion sizzled inside Alan’s chest as he kissed Jeremy, and his body responded to Jeremy’s like a drug. He pushed his fingers through Jeremy’s long hair and down the hard muscles of his lover’s back. This is the man he wanted, without a third party or anyone else between them.
The elevator came to a stop and the doors opened. “Sorry. Change of plans,” Jeremy told Randy, dismissing the bartender and leaving him behind as he wrapped a possessive arm around Alan’s shoulder and steered him toward the exit.
Alan’s brows went up. “Really?”
“I don’t share. Not when it comes to you.”
Alan’s heart quickened and he stumbled, literally tripping over his own feet with shock and elation. A mixture of happiness and fear consumed him as he realized that he was falling fast and hard for his best friend.
Luckily it only took the limo a few minutes to get to the hotel, because Jeremy’s head was spinning, and not just from the atomic concoction of alcohol. There was no fucking way in hell he was letting that guy in the bedroom with them, and he sure as hell hoped Alan wasn’t either. But Alan never gave any indication that he didn’t want the bartender to come back to the hotel with them, and now Jeremy’s blood was boiling with jealousy. He couldn’t stop wondering if Alan wanted to go through with the threesome. “Are you mad that I ditched that guy?” he asked as soon as they entered their suite, almost afraid to hear the answer.
Alan turned toward Jeremy, his mouth slowly forming a wry smile. “I don’t share either. Not anymore.”
Jeremy’s breath hitched and his heart jumped. “Are you serious?”
“I’m pretty fucking drunk right now,” Alan said, “so I’m probably not gonna say this very eloquently.”
Jeremy chuckled. “Since when are you eloquent?”
“Shut up. I don’t know what’s going on with us right now, but I know I don’t want to share you with any other dudes. K?”
“K.”
A small flicker lit up Alan’s silvery eyes. “Agreed, then? No fooling around with anyone else until we figure out where this is going?”
“Agreed.” Jeremy purposely chose to ignore the last part of Alan’s sentence. As far as he was concerned, he was ready to follow through with a committed relationship with Alan for all eternity. He knew Alan needed time to get there, though, so he chose to focus on the now part.
They stared at one another for a few seconds, smiling like teenage lovers. Jeremy slipped his hand into Alan’s without saying anything and headed toward the bedroom. Part of him was still shocked that Alan was into him, and… Alan didn’t want to share? Jeremy shook his head to clear it, worried that his mind was distorting the truth in his drunken haze. “You don’t want to share?” he asked again, just to make sure.
“Do you?”
“No.”
“Me neither.”
Happiness infiltrated Jeremy’s body to the core. The night couldn’t get any better. He locked the bedroom door and pinned Alan against the wall. He’d been waiting the better part of a decade to be with this man. This wasn’t just a fuck or a good time. Alan was the most important person in his life. He loved no one more, and had never loved another. As his lips sizzled against Alan’s and their tongues twisted together, his hands dropped to Alan’s waist. He fumbled with a stubborn belt buckle and tugged at it with frustration. He finally gave up. “Get out of these fucking clothes.”
“Yes, sir. You’d better do the same.”
They clumsily discarded their clothing, stumbling as they kicked off their boots and jeans. They stripped the comforter off the bed and fell into the pristine white sheets. Alan’s face landed directly in the middle of Jeremy’s chest and started covering it with wet kisses.
Jeremy’s head was reeling almost as fast as the blood coursed through his veins. The desire and fortitude behind Alan’s touch sent Jeremy on an emotional journey. He had fantasized about this moment so many times and spent so many hours worrying that it would never materialize. But it was happening right now, and he reveled in the moment. It was everything he had envisioned and more. His imagination couldn’t summon the way his skin prickled when Alan’s hand trailed over his hip. He didn’t know that the slightest touch would ignite an inferno of emotions inside his head. He savored every touch and let them consume him. He cupped Alan’s face between his hands and slowed the aggressive kiss to almost a halt. He listened to their tandem breaths, felt their dual heartbeats, and wished the moment could last forever.
Surprised at the shift in tempo, Alan pulled back slightly. “Something wrong?”
Jeremy stared into Alan’s silver eyes, and his chest filled with longing. Words could never possibly convey how much he loved this man, and he let out a long, contented sigh. “Everything is so fucking perfect right now.” His mouth fell against Alan’s again, taking the essence of this wonderful man. His hand rested on one of the most spectacular pair of pecs he’d ever seen. There were so many times he’d accidentally bumped into the mountain of muscle on Alan’s chest and had wanted to caress it. Kiss it. Run his tongue down the center. Now he had the opportunity to browse it at will. He pressed his lips to the crest of Alan’s left pec and rested his head on Alan’s broad chest. A tender hand smoothed back Jeremy’s hair and lips placed a kiss on the top of his head. He looked up and got lost in Alan’s eyes. For a moment, he contemplated telling Alan how much he loved him. But he knew better, and it made his heart hurt. It was so full with love for this man that it felt like it was going to explode, and he knew he’d just have to endure the heartache a little longer. He knew he couldn’t confess his love until Alan was ready, or until he suspected Alan felt the same way, and that day couldn’t get here fast enough for Jeremy. He was grateful, blessed, to have Alan in his arms right now, and he wasn’t going to risk ruining it for anything in the world. If he couldn’t tell Alan how much he loved him with words, he’d show him with his touch and with his lips.
Jeremy kissed his way down Alan’s body, dusting his lips and tongue over the tiny hills of muscle, eliciting a series of soft moans in reply. His hand rested on a heavily muscled thigh as he lowered his mouth onto Alan’s cock. It was thick and hard, long and bulbous, and beautiful. He wrapped his lips around the head and delighted in Alan’s unique flavor. As a musician, Jeremy often conveyed his passion through body language, and he used every skill he had honed over the years in order to unleash that passion. He only hoped that Alan was able to pick up on how much he cared and understood how special he was to Jeremy. By the moans and sighs coming from Alan’s mouth, he received the message loud and clear.
Alan grabbed Jeremy by the shoulders and pulled him up to plant a firm kiss on his mouth. “How do you know how to touch me? How do you know exactly what I like? How do you know what drives me fucking crazy?”
Jeremy didn’t know how to answer. He couldn’t tell Alan that every time they had participated in a group bang or buddy fuck he had watched him. He couldn’t admit that he had memorized the things that made Alan pant and exactly what he looked like when he came. “Instinct,” he answered. He felt his eyes glaze over and tried to swallow the lump that formed in his throat. He had no idea why sharing a simple gaze with his best friend in an intimate setting filled him with enough sentiment to let his emotions get the best of him.
Alan obviously noticed, because his expression turned serious, and he placed a tender kiss on Jeremy’s lips. Then he rolled Jeremy onto his back and hovered over him. “I hope I make you feel as good as you make me feel.”
