Page 47 of Bassist With Benefits
“For snapping at you the other night.” Jeremy buried his face in the crook of Alan’s neck and hung onto his waist. “It’s just that…” Jeremy paused, searching for the right words or trying to get a handle on the emotion in his voice, or both. “I want you so badly that it makes me crazy sometimes. I want to shout it at the top of my lungs when we’re on stage. Scream into the mic and tell everyone how much I care about you.” He let out a defeated breath, and pulled back so he could look at Alan. His hands moved up Alan’s chest and around the back of Alan’s neck.
Jeremy had the most expressive eyes. They were the color of dark honey and exposed every emotion running through his heart. Yearning and wistful, they bore into Alan’s soul, searching for an answer. Alan didn’t know what to say right now, but he knew he wanted this man more than he had ever wanted anyone in his life.
The teary-eyed expression on Jeremy’s face made him look all gooey inside. But it was Alan who was a puddle of mush right now. His heart felt like a pool of butter inside his chest, dripping with need and overwrought with deep affection for his best friend.
Those forlorn puppy-dog eyes slowly started to smile. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Jeremy asked.
“Like what?”
“Like I feel. Like you’re wearing your heart on your sleeve. Giving it to me and to no one else.”
“Because I am.” Alan’s pulse quickened as he reached for Jeremy’s cheek with his hand. His mouth graced hungry lips that were delightfully warm to the touch. Their bodies leaned into one another – chest against chest, hip against hip, groin against groin. Every muscle in Alan’s body reacted and a shiver of goosebumps ran down his legs and up his arms. He pulled his shirt up and over his head, and then took Jeremy’s shirt off. He wanted their bodies pressed together – flesh on flesh, muscle against muscle. He pulled Jeremy close and a pebbled nipple filled him with a rush of sensations as it sliced across Jeremy’s chest. He sucked in a deep breath and shuddered as he exhaled. “Did you know you were going to have this effect on me? Did you know that I would crave your kiss and your lips on my flesh? Did you know that every time you touched me my whole body would tingle and I would quiver?”
Jeremy placed a delicate kiss in the sensitive spot under Alan’s earlobe. “If I did, I would have touched you years ago.” Jeremy dropped to his knees and pushed Alan’s jeans down, exposing a rigid and engorged cock. He took it into his mouth, gently, and drew on it with a slow suction.
Alan whimpered. He wanted to return the caress and offer Jeremy the same amount of pleasure, but he was helpless to do anything except surrender to his lover’s exquisite touch. He clenched a handful of Jeremy’s hair, fingering the sexy dark strands, and reveling in the pulse of stimulation that pumped through his body. His legs trembled from the reverberation of sensations, and he needed to steady himself by leaning his free hand on the credenza.
Firm hands dusted over Alan’s thighs and then took hold with a forceful grip and rocked his hips. In and out. Push and pull. Alan’s ears were buzzing and his breath hitched. His grip tightened on Jeremy’s hair as all of his muscles clenched. He had no strength to fight the orgasm that slammed into him. His will wasn’t strong enough to resist the flood of sensations. Standing on legs that were powerless, as frail as worn toothpicks ready to splinter and snap, Alan shook and teetered unsteadily.
Jeremy’s hand pumped Alan’s shaft, massaging the underside, as his mouth sucked and slurped its way up and down the hard length. Alan succumbed to the pleasure and let it carry him away, getting lost in the haze of bliss that filled his pores. He jolted his hips forward, thrusting with each spurt of fluid that left his body. Finally, he floated down from a cloud of nirvana and let out a long, satiated sigh.
Jeremy released his mouth, licking Alan’s cockhead and rubbing it against his soft, swollen lips.
“Jesus.” Alan pulled Jeremy up and kissed him. “The way you touch me,” he moaned. “The way you make me feel.” His head was still reeling, his eyes still trying to focus.
Jeremy brushed his lips against Alan’s neck, still fleshy and soft from working Alan’s shaft, and they slowly formed a small smile. “We’re gonna be late for the bus.”
A groan escaped Alan’s throat. “I don’t care. Let Felix wait.” Caught up in the sexual chemistry, he forgot they were leaving soon, and that he and Jeremy were supposed to be discussing where their relationship was headed. There was so much they needed to discuss, but there was no time, and no concrete answers. “I just want to hold you in my arms again.” He wrapped Jeremy in an overpowering hug and pressed his lips to Jeremy’s shoulder. It had only been a day and a half since they had argued outside The Bear Bar. A day and a half of not kissing this exquisite man. Thirty-six hours of Alan’s heart longing to touch and be touched by his lover. “Is it OK if we talk about our relationship when we get to Lincoln?”
“Oh, yeah. We were supposed to be talking things out right now.” Jeremy smiled at Alan.
“I don’t have any answers, Jeremy, but I’ve got a lot of feelings that aren’t going away. Let’s just get to the next city and we’ll sneak away, sit down and spell everything out, tell each other exactly how we feel. We’ll have a heart to heart. No holding anything back. OK?”
Jeremy leaned over and kissed the left side of Alan’s chest. “As long as it’s with this heart, I’m a sucker for anything you’ve got to say.”
“Thank you for understanding. And for putting up with me.”
The dreaded knock on the door meant that it was time to go, and Alan sighed. “That’s Felix. I swear that guy has an addiction with the clock. Would it be the end of the world if we left a half hour later?”
“We have to stick to the schedule.” Jeremy scowled and shook his head, doing his best to impersonate Felix, and they both laughed.
Felix was a real pain in the ass, and they loved to give him a hard time, but he literally ran the show. Even though the label supplied its own man to oversee the tour, Felix was the one in charge. He was the one who saw to every last detail. And he was the one responsible for Bulletproof’s ride to the top.
“We’d better go.” Alan zipped up his pants, slipped his shirt over his head, and grabbed his duffle bag. “You got everything?”
Jeremy tucked his T-shirt into his jeans and slung one arm around Alan’s shoulder. “Now I do.”
Alan’s pulse quickened at the touch of his lover. Without toning down the heartfelt smile on his face, he stepped through the door with Jeremy’s arm still around his neck. He was surprised to see Cam in the hallway, his overnight bag in one hand, and Brandy on her leash in the other. “What are you doing here?”
“I told Felix I’d come get you so he could make a call. The bus is leaving in ten minutes.”
“Great,” Jeremy teased. “Just what we need – another Felix.”
They caught up to everyone else at the elevator bank. Felix rested his hand on Cam’s shoulder, a satisfied grin on his face. “Thank you, Cam. I thought you were going to be a major distraction and completely disruptive on this tour, but you’re proving to be a big help to me.”
Cam pushed his shoulders back and smiled. “Thanks, Feel.”
Felix cringed at the new nickname, and it was priceless.
