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“You do,” Jeremy answered softly.
Alan stared at Jeremy for a second before crawling down his body. The moment Alan’s lips touched Jeremy’s cock, he gasped and his shoulders jolted off the bed. “Fuck,” he hissed. Encouraged by Jeremy’s cry of bliss, Alan moved one hand under Jeremy’s sac and between his butt cheeks. A lubed finger breached Jeremy’s hole and found the sweet spot that made him cry out again. A tingle shot through his groin and his dick pulsed. Oh, God. He was ready to come. “Fuck me,” he rasped.
Alan popped his head up. “Already? Don’t you need more prep?”
Jeremy shook his head. It didn’t matter that Alan had only inserted one finger. He wanted the burn. He welcomed it.
“How do you want it?”
“Like this. With you facing me so I can watch you.” Jeremy’s respirations increased and his heart rate quickened as he watched Alan roll on a condom and slather his cock in lube. Anticipation made him dizzy. The idea that in a matter of seconds he would be filled with the man he loved, connected the way he’d dreamed about for as long as he could remember, brought tears to his eyes. He squeezed them shut and blinked away the wetness, embarrassed for Alan to see the strong effect he had on him.
Alan slipped a finger inside Jeremy and wiggled it around, which made Jeremy let out a deep breath. “I’m ready,” he reassured. Alan was careful and slow as he entered Jeremy, worried about too much pressure. They maintained eye contact so they could see their facial expressions the moment their bodies melded together, and it filled Jeremy with a multitude of desire and want. The urge to tell Alan how much he loved him was so strong that he had to bite his lower lip, and a soft whimper slipped out of his throat.
Their hips rocked against one another. A tingle made Jeremy’s dick twitch and his toes curled tightly. He wanted release and started stroking his cock, but Alan pushed his hand away and took over.
Alan used long, slow strokes, matching the rhythm of his hips. Every time Alan thrust his hips forward, they both grunted. It became a simultaneous moan of pleasure that steadily grew louder. Their hips took on a faster pace, and Alan’s hand worked Jeremy’s cock like a fucking machine. Never taking his eyes off Alan, Jeremy let the sensations take him away. Making love to Alan was a dream come true. A dreamy haze consumed Jeremy and swept him away in a hypnotic trance where euphoria was the drug of choice. His chest tightened from the overwhelming love and tender affection he had for his best friend, his soulmate, and he came with a long cry of passion.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Jeremy wore the darkest glasses he could find. His head felt like a balloon, and the traffic sounded like a diesel locomotive traveling at 90 miles per hour outside the limousine. A horn blared from the vehicle next to them, and it shot through his head like a spear. He clamped both hands over his ears and shuddered. “Fuck.” His voice was just above a whisper, but it sounded like it was transmitted through a megaphone inside his head.
Alan rested a hand on Jeremy’s back. “I feel ya, man.”
Derek wiped his hand over his face and twisted his hair into a ponytail. “You ain’t kidding. It was a hard night.” The dark circles under his bloodshot eyes told their own tale.
Brandon was the only one who resembled a human being. “You three look like shit,” he said, way too loud. “Why’d you get so hammered when you knew we had to be up early at a Meet & Greet today?”
Jeremy rubbed his eyes under the sunglasses. “One of the bartenders fed me and Alan zombie juice. It kicked our asses.”
“I saw you leave,” Brandon said. “It looked like the three of you were holding each other up when you left the party last night.”
Derek wrinkled his brow deep in thought and turned to Jeremy. “You had company last night? I didn’t hear anything.”
“He didn’t stay long,” Jeremy was quick to reply. “He probably left before you even got back to the suite.” It was becoming the standard excuse to explain why Alan and Jeremy woke up alone together in the same bed.
“Your guys have been making hasty exits lately,” Derek teased. “Maybe your famous group bangs haven’t been living up to their expectations. One of you falling a little short?”
Memories of the erotic night with Alan filled Jeremy’s head and chased away his hangover. He smiled for the first time today. “No one fell short last night. It was a wild night. Right, Alan?”
Alan smiled back, his eyes twinkling, and they were quiet for a few seconds while they silently shared the same memories. “Amen to that.” Alan held out his palm and Jeremy slapped it and gave it a squeeze.
The aspirin finally kicked in and Jeremy’s head deflated to something he was able to hold up on his shoulders. It was a good thing, because as soon as the limo turned onto the block of the record store where the Meet & Greet was taking place, fans started screaming. By the time they pulled in front of the place, the limo was surrounded.
“Holy fuck,” Brandon said. “We can’t even get out of the car. Is this another stunt by Twin Media for the movie?” His phone rang less than a second later, and he had a short conversation with Felix. “Security is clearing the street,” Brandon explained when he ended the call. “Felix said to stay put until he comes to get us.”
There was a wall of bodies pressed against the windows. Fans slapped against the glass and banged on the roof of the car. Jeremy turned to his right, and a pair of naked boobs stared back at him, flattened against the passenger window. He burst out laughing. “What the fuck?”
“Look at this!” Derek pointed to the window next to him. There was a dick and a pair of hairy balls pressed against the glass. Derek flicked his tongue at the anonymous genitals and licked the inside of the window.
“Ew, Derek!” Brandon curled his lip. “You don’t know how clean that window is.”
“You sound like Cam now. How come he’s not here, anyway?” Derek asked.
“He’s back at the hotel with the dog.” Brandon placed his hand over his heart. “Can’t separate true love.”
There was a commotion outside as the fans were removed from around the limo and remanded behind a barricade. Felix opened the door and stuck his head inside the limo. His face was crimson, like his blood pressure was spiking out of control. “I don’t know why the fuck security didn’t have better control. It was only supposed to be two dozen fans around the limo. Effect for the camera. Not a clusterfuck.” He shook his head. “Sorry. I should have arrived earlier to make sure this was handled properly. It’s safe to come out now.”
Alan turned to Jeremy with a comical smile. “There’s nothing like scripted reality to beef up a documentary.”
