Page 41 of Bulletproof
Normally, Travis loved the slow burnof a long drawn out sexual encounter, but tonight, he was the impatient one. “It doesn’t always have to be slow. Sometimes, self-control gets in the way when you want to be close to someone. When you want to give and receive immediate pleasure. When you want someone to know how much you want them. I want you, Derek.” He stripped off his clothes, brought Derek to the California king in the center ofthe room, folded down the comforter and crawled on top of the bed, pulling Derek along with him. The moment they were lying side by side, he covered Derek’s mouth with a deep kiss. The mere touch of this man’s lips lit up Travis’ nerve endings and made his breath come in deep gusts. “Make love to me.”
Derek’s eyes took on a wild expression – part lust, part yearning. The all-consumingdesire that stared back at Travis made him feel alluring and beautiful. Lips and hands covered his body with a carnal greed, flooding him with an overload of stimulation. Every part of him tingled and quivered. He reached for Derek and his hands got tangled in a mass of long, thick hair. It was beastly and feral, and erotic as hell.
Derek’s mouth came down on Travis’ cock with a deepsuction, making Travis’ shoulders jump from the mattress. “Oh my God.” The strength and force, the sheer passion that exuded from Derek, as if he couldn’t get enough of Travis, made Travis feel as if pleasing him was the only thing that mattered in this man’s world. He dug his fingers deeper into Derek’s tresses and watched the mass of wild black hair bob up and down at his crotch. Derek’s handsdug into Travis’ hips and held him steady, but he needed to move. Overwrought with sensations, he was ready to come. “Stop,” he begged. “I want you inside me when I come.”
Derek immediately sat back on his knees. Out of breath, chest rising and falling, hair wild and messy, the man dripped raw sexuality. He wiped the corner of his mouth with one hand, and then crawled to the nightstandto retrieve a condom and lubrication.
Travis watched Derek roll on the condom and cover two fingers in gel. He lifted his legs, one at a time, and rested his ankles on Derek’s shoulders. With one hand lightly wrapped around Travis’ thigh, Derek’s other hand slid down between Travis’ legs. The moment slicked fingers tickled Travis’ hole, he let out a small gasp from the jolt of sensationsthat shot through him. Derek’s lowered lids stared back at him, heightening the level of sensuality they shared. One finger went inside with a soft push, and then another, filling him with warmth from the heated gel as his body stretched. He wanted more, and he opened his mouth to tell Derek, but only a soft whimper came out.
Words seemed unnecessary, because Derek understood andwithdrew his fingers. He covered his cock with more lube and paused for a moment to make eye contact with Travis. The intimate gaze connected them like an invisible tether. Derek leaned forward and gave Travis a single kiss, his long hair tickling Travis’ chest and torso, before sitting back on his knees. With a nod of his head and a silent exchange which strengthened their bond, Derek positionedhis cock at Travis’ entrance.
Although Derek went slowly, Travis could see the restraint the man exercised, all for his benefit, and it made him realize exactly how much he meant to Derek. It overwhelmed him with sentiment. Overcome with the emotional connection he and Derek shared, the physical pleasure escalated to an extraordinary level. Penetration was still new for Travis, andthe sense of being filled by someone as special as Derek made the experience pure nirvana.
He reached for Derek and weaved their fingers together, clenching them so hard it put too much pressure on his injured wrist and he winced. Derek’s free hand began to stroke Travis’ cock in tandem with the motion of his hips, and Travis’ eyes began to flutter as waves of euphoria blinded him.A profusion of heat set his lower region ablaze with a throbbing ache of bliss.
Derek expertly pumped his hips, his cock hitting the sweet spot inside Travis with every thrust, bringing a tsunami of sensations. Wave after wave of rapture smashed over Travis. Every follicle in his body was over sensitized. A gust of Derek’s hot breath landed across Travis’ right nipple and made himconvulse and cry out. It was intense beyond anything he’d ever experienced, better than he had ever imagined.
The orgasm overtook Travis with complete uncontrollable power. His body shook, and he tugged on Derek’s hand, trying to bring the man closer. Derek leaned forward, sweat dripping down the perimeter of his face, and placed a breathy kiss on Travis’ lips with one final thrust,before collapsing on top of him. After a few seconds, Derek tried to move, but Travis wouldn’t let him. He didn’t want this wonderful man out of his embrace, their bodies still sealed together by their lovemaking.
Derek grunted a short, tired laugh, and nuzzled his cheek against Travis’ shoulder. “I don’t want to move either. I want to stay right here. Like this. With you.”
Travis knew that the low shallow breaths whisking across his chest meant that Derek was still asleep. He rested his cheek on the guitar player’s head and envied the peaceful serenity that echoed from the man in his arms. Travis stared up at the ceiling, just like he did every fucking night of the week,except tonight he wasn’t alone. Derek brought companionship and belonging to Travis’ life, two things he’d never experienced before. Now if his mind would just stop racing, and his heart would slow enough for him to relax, he might be able to sleep like a normal person.
Through the flimsy sheetrock of the bedroom walls, Travis listened to the sounds of Derek’s bandmates laughing fromthe living room. The group of lifelong friends shared not just their love of music, but every aspect of their lives. Their lives were a collaboration, on stage and off. Travis’ relationship with his bandmates couldn’t be more different, and he wondered what it would be like if they were half as close as Bulletproof.
Derek stretched, yawned, and tightened his arm around Travis’ chest,but those beautiful emerald eyes remained hidden under the veil of slumber. Derek had fallen asleep shortly after their lovemaking, and woke only long enough to discard the used condom before rolling back into Travis’ arms, where he’d been asleep for the last few hours. “How do you sleep so well?” Travis whispered, letting out a distressed sigh. Most nights were filled with a flurry of anxiety,either over the night’s performance, worrying about the next one, or about how behind he was in writing lyrics for the album. He went through the set list in his head three times before he looked at the clock. An hour had gone by.
He listened to the dog bark happily from the living room, followed by the jingle of her collar and leash, and the sound of the door to the suite openingand closing. The chatter quieted to that of Jeremy and Alan, indicating that both Brandon and Cam had taken the dog on a walk. When they returned thirty minutes later, Travis was still staring at the same spot on the wall.
Brandon and Cam went to bed first. The clatter of the dog’s toenails rang on the marble floor as she pranced behind them. A few minutes later, Jeremy and Alan wentto their room and fucked for 43 minutes. Travis jerked off while he listened to them, but it didn’t leave him any less tense.
He slipped out of bed and into the private bath in Derek’s bedroom. He couldn’t imagine ever staying in a three-bedroom penthouse suite with his bandmates, yet it was commonplace for Bulletproof. The enormity of their fame still shocked Travis. When he exitedthe bathroom, Derek had the pillow clutched in his arms, with his long hair masking his face. Travis brushed the dark strands off of Derek’s cheek and stared at the bliss displayed across Derek’s countenance. Travis would give anything for that kind of serenity.
He went to the window and stared at the black sky, and at the empty, quiet street beneath. No one seemed to be awake excepthim. Everyone else left the day’s worries behind, but his mind wouldn’t stop wondering if his performance was good enough and if the fans were sincere in their cheers, or just caught up in the hype of waiting for Bulletproof to take the stage. It was the same thing every night, all night. He wished sleep would call earlier than 6:00 a.m., just once. He found his jeans on the floor and pulled theprescription bottle from the pocket. Staring at it, he swore for the hundredth time that he wouldn’t take the God damn sleeping pills.
Defying his inner voice, he twisted the cap off the bottle and shook one tiny pill into the palm of his hand. He rolled it between his fingers and held it up to the light. “Not tonight.” He returned the pill to its bottle and into the pocket of hisjeans, only to lay awake in bed for the next two hours. As the sun crested over the horizon and bathed the room with the first light of day, his lids finally grew heavy.
