Page 5 of Bassist With Benefits
“Well, hello,” Alan said when they were close enough to hear him over the music.
The intention was clear and the proposition was conveyed with the raise of an eyebrow. Lips were on Alan’s neck and a voice whispered in his ear. “Find Jeremy.”
Most people would have thought two on one was a dream come true and wouldn’t have bothered searching for Jeremy to even out the ratio, but Alan preferred sharing. He spotted Jeremy across the room, already making out with some dude. Alan finished his drink, slung an arm around his two new friends, and strutted over to Jeremy.
Again, the intention needed no words and Jeremy accepted the invitation with a nod of the head. Jeremy, Alan, and the night’s entertainment all headed to one of the bedrooms. The moment the door closed, the three men impatiently stripped Alan and Jeremy of their clothes and escorted them to the bed.
Someone flicked off the light. Alan was about to protest, but a mouth landed on his and stifled his words. It was so damn dark in the bedroom. The curtains were drawn, shutting out any glimpse of light from the street below, and the small glow coming from under the door did little to brighten the room. Noise from the party filtered in through the shallow walls, overshadowing the sighs and moans coming from the bed. Arms, legs, and body parts were all over Alan. A rough hand tugged on his cock while hungry lips sucked on his neck. His buttocks clenched when an intrusive finger tickled his hole. There were three guys in bed with him, besides Jeremy, and it felt like they were all on him at once. As far as he could tell, Jeremy was still lying parallel on the left side of the bed, but someone had definitely snuck between them. The arm wedged against him didn’t possess Jeremy’s tight muscles, and the long, wild hair was missing.
Alan wished he would have told someone to turn the light back on before they started fooling around. He wasn’t used to the darkness, and it was distracting. He wanted to see who was around him, who he was touching, and who was touching him. He was about to reach for the bedside lamp when his cock was engulfed in a wet receptacle. A hot tongue twirled continuously around his shaft while another tongue flicked at his left nipple. He ran his fingers through the hair that belonged to the man lapping at his chest. He recognized the bristly faux hawk as the guy Jeremy had been making out with in the living room, which meant that either of the two that propositioned Alan was between his legs. The guy had a technique that was driving him wild. A twisting motion and a little slurp around the tip of Alan’s cock, every time those succulent lips hit the head, made Alan moan. That delicious mouth swiveled all the way down to the base of his shaft, delivering a mountain of suction. The intensity of the sensations was driving him crazy, and he shuddered.
Someone bit down on Alan’s nipple and he jerked. “Ah!” It was the little slurp around his cockhead that made him cry out, not the teeth on his nipple. His legs were trembling. The guy who was blowing him now cupped his balls. God, the grip was so fucking tight. The guy pulled down on his sac at the same time his mouth pulled up on his cock. Hands were stroking his chest. Lips were on his neck. Multiple spots on his body were being touched and caressed, but only the guy between his legs had his attention. The rest of it was like background noise – a distraction from the blowjob. He blocked out the others and focused on the pleasure at his crotch. Fuck! His entire body was tingling. Others were grunting and moaning, but he was holding back his sighs. Every muscle clenched and contracted while he fought his orgasm so he could continue to experience the passion that set his nerve endings on fire. He felt like the bed had become electrified. Tiny impulses made his body quiver.
A loud grunt and sigh indicated that someone had just let their load fly. The guy giving the expert BJ seemed impatient that Alan hadn’t come yet. His tempo picked up. The swirling tongue had added pressure. The suction at the tip was harder. The grip on his balls was tighter. Oh fuuuck! He couldn’t hold out any longer. He didn’t want to. He blew out the air in his lungs and relaxed his muscles. With his body limp, he was free to let the sensations flood his senses. He didn’t need to move. The mouth, lips, and hands touched him in exactly the right places to make him tremble from ecstasy. Everyone else’s hands and mouths were gone now, and it was just the wonderful man between his legs. He didn’t need anyone else. None of them possessed the skills that this guy had. Without time to issue a warning, the orgasm cut off Alan’s air and his body shook as if he was hit with a cattle prod. He bounced from the bed in jerky spasms while cum pulsed from his cock. The guy sucked it down, licking the shaft as his mouth did this slurpy thing all over it.
Alan was dizzy. It felt like the bed was spinning, sealing in the waves of euphoria, and it wiped him of his breath. Air came back into his lungs with a gasp. He needed to see who had just sucked him off, because this guy was getting put on every VIP list he could get his hands on. Shit, forget the VIP list. He was bringing this guy on tour for a repeat performance every fucking night of the week.
The guy crawled up Alan’s body so their faces were close enough to share a breath, and he let out a short erotic chuckle. “I don’t usually do that.”
Wait. What? Alan’s heart rate skyrocketed, and he jumped up to a sitting position with his back against the headboard. He opened his eyes as wide as he could in order to see in the pitch black room. No. Fucking. Way. He knocked over something on the nightstand as he reached for the light and flicked it on.
Jeremy stared back at Alan from the lower half of the bed. He was still straddled across Alan’s legs, hands perched on his knees, eyes huge, and mouth gaping open.
Alan scuttled further back into the headboard. “Jeremy! What the fuck?”
“I didn’t…” Jeremy blinked and shook his head to clear it. “It was dark. I don’t know what happened.”
One of the other guys laughed. “You just sucked off your bandmate, dude. That’s what happened.”
“Get the fuck out!” Alan shouted, jumping off the bed. He flung clothes at the three groupies, regardless of whose pants and shirts he grabbed. “Get dressed and get the fuck out!” One of them left the room stark naked with his clothes bundled in his hands, and the other two left while zipping up their jeans.
Alan’s heart was beating too fast. He was in full panic mode. His best friend just gave him a blowjob, and it was the best fucking orgasm he’d had in his life. He was shocked into silence and stared at Jeremy with the stupidest, astonished look on his face.
Jeremy lowered his eyes to the bed for a quick second. When he looked up, his cheeks were pink. “Could you please stop looking at me like that?”
With his hand on his forehead, Alan tucked his chin into his chest. If he didn’t enjoy the blowjob so much, if it didn’t knock him on his ass from the amount of passion and heat that Jeremy put into it, the whole thing might have been comical. By all rights, they should both be laughing and making jokes about it right now. He should be telling Jeremy how much he sucked at sucking, and Jeremy should be making fun of the size of Alan’s dick. But neither was laughing. They were both as serious as a fucking aortic aneurism, and it was really fucking weird.
Alan looked at his best friend, still trying to figure out why the hell they were both so freaked out, but Jeremy didn’t look freaked out. Jeremy looked… expectant. He was waiting for Alan to say something, and an off-the-wall thought hit Alan. “Did you know it was me? Did you know you were sucking my cock?”
Jeremy’s eyes opened wider, and he jerked his head back. “No! The lights were off. If you couldn’t see me, I couldn’t see you either.”
Alan’s skin prickled. “Were you the one who shut off the light?”
“What are you saying? That I shut off the lights so I could give you a blowjob without you knowing it was me? Even if I wanted to, that’s fucked up. Why would I do that?”
“You tell me.”
“I don’t know!” Jeremy jumped off the bed and started waving his hands around. “Why are you making such a big deal? It couldn’t have been that bad. You still have a fucking boner!”
Alan looked down at his erect cock, still standing tall and bearing all the telltale signs of an off-the-charts sexual experience. Why the fuck was he still thinking about how good the blowjob was? He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to shake the memory from his head, but it lingered. He wanted out of the bedroom, for so many different reasons. Most of all, he needed to get the hell away from Jeremy so he could forget about the blowjob and so his fucking hard-on could deflate. He stuffed his legs into his jeans. “Let’s just forget this ever happened. Let’s not talk about it.”
Jeremy was standing in front of Alan, still naked and not attempting to get dressed. They locked eyes and Alan froze. He didn’t recognize the mixture of light and confusion in Jeremy’s gaze, and it made Alan’s heart race even faster. He had no idea what the hell was going on with either of them, but he didn’t want to stick around to find out.
With his T-shirt barely over his head, Alan ran from the bedroom – literally – and collided with a cameraman. Fuck! The last thing he needed was for this mishap to make it into the movie. This was his hotel suite and he wanted the camera crew gone. “Fuck off! This is a private party!”
That damn little red light still blared at Alan, capturing the turmoil that had his head in a whirlwind. “I said fuck off!” He over-reacted and shoved the camera out of his face harder than he realized. The camera guy stumbled backward and fell into a waiter, causing a tray of drinks to shatter on the marble floor of the suite.
Felix appeared out of nowhere, making sure the camera guy wasn’t injured. Brandon and Derek were on either side of Alan and dragged him toward the bedrooms. He fought like mad, sure that they were about to thrust him into the room with Jeremy, who was probably still standing there naked. That wasn’t going to happen – not as long as there was an ounce of strength left in Alan’s body. He pulled his arms out of Derek and Brandon’s grasp and gave them each a hefty shove. “Get the fuck off me! What’s your fucking problem?”
