Battle of the Bands (2 page)

“Same old shit,” Ty replied, his voice low.
He was watching the water bead on Benjamin’s mouth and when
Benjamin licked the droplets away, Ty’s own lips parted a bit in a
faint sigh. Benjamin saw the struggle in those familiar eyes and
wanted to laugh when Ty muttered, “God
damn
it. Look what
you’re gonna make me do.”

“Like it’s all my fault,” Benjamin countered,
but Ty wasn’t listening. His long legs strode for the door and,
without a word, he shoved Skree and Nick into the hall. Freed, Mark
started to sink to the floor, but Ty grabbed him by the collar and
tossed him out after the other two. Then he shoved the door shut,
using the rubber doorstop to wedge it closed. His jacket fell to
the floor. He turned, pulling his shirt off over his head, and
dropped it, as well. By the time he had crossed the room again, his
belt was unbuckled, his jeans unzipped. Benjamin wrung the water
from his hair and this time laughed out loud. “I thought we said
not around our bands—”

“Fuck our bands,” Ty growled. Then his mouth
was on Benjamin’s, hot and wet, his tongue licking between
Benjamin’s lips possessively. Ty’s entire body pressed Benjamin
back against the wall, his heat searing through the thin, wet
T-shirt. Hands fumbled at Benjamin’s waist, glancing over the start
of an erection, then steady fingers began to unbutton his jeans.
“Finally,” Ty murmured. “Do you know how hard it is watching you
onstage?”

Benjamin’s reply was lost in their kiss. He
ran his hands up Ty’s chest, over nipples that hardened beneath his
palms, over soft hair lying on smooth skin. He tangled his fingers
in that hair, tugged on it to pull Ty closer. Between them denim
chafed skin. Benjamin wrapped his arms around Ty’s shoulders as
their kiss deepened and he slid out of his jeans when Ty pushed
them down. Onstage another band began to play and the wall behind
them vibrated with the beat. Benjamin held onto Ty, kissed his
mouth, his tongue, his cheeks, and the bristle of hair along his
chin. His hands tangled in long hair and pulled Ty’s head back to
expose his throat. Benjamin licked the tender skin above his Adam’s
apple. It tasted sharp and sweat.

He sat in Ty’s hands now. His underwear was
down around his ankles with his jeans. Strong fingers worked at his
buttocks, spreading them wide, pressing inside with a sweet pain.
Ty held him up against the wall, his lips on Benjamin’s neck as he
breathed in damp curls. Each movement he made rubbed Benjamin’s
hard dick against his bare stomach. Ty started to kiss his way
down, over the jut of Benjamin’s collarbone, over one nugget of a
nipple still sheathed in cotton, down to where the T-shirt pulled
up to expose pale skin lined with dark hairs. Benjamin kicked one
leg free from his jeans and raised it onto the counter beside them
to redistribute his weight. Ty licked the trail of hair on
Benjamin’s stomach, following it down to the thatch at his groin
where a protruding erection waited.

Benjamin’s hands were on the top of Ty’s head
now, fisted in his hair. Ty closed his lips around the tip of
Benjamin’s dick and drew him in, deep. He always took the full
length. Benjamin bucked forward, his skin quivering where Ty’s
mouth met the base of his cock. A thick forefinger tickled between
his buttocks before finding its way into his ass. His muscles
clamped around it as he raised up onto his toes, driving himself
further into Ty’s mouth. Other fingers cupped his balls, kneaded
them, rolled them around like dice in the palm. He pushed harder,
tugged at Ty’s hair to hold his head in place while he fucked into
the willing mouth. Expert lips and tongue worked him to a climax.
Just before he came, the finger in his ass drove deeper, the mouth
sucked harder, and the fingers tightened around his balls, forcing
his orgasm.

Spent, Benjamin slid off the counter and onto
the floor. Ty knelt down beside him, pants open, underwear pushed
down below his balls, his own jism marking Benjamin’s jeans where
they pooled between them. From far away came the sound of
pounding—the music? Someone at the door? “Fuck it,” Benjamin
sighed. He didn’t have the energy to talk above a whisper.

Tenderly Ty eased an arm around the back of
Benjamin’s neck and pulled him close. “Come here,” he murmured,
kissing at the sweat already drying on Benjamin’s brow. The musk of
Benjamin’s scent was on his breath and when they kissed again, on
the lips this time, the taste of himself took his breath away. The
pounding grew louder—definitely someone at the door. Into Ty’s
mouth, Benjamin breathed, “They probably think we’re killing each
other.”

With a laugh, Ty teased, “Let them think what
they want. I’m not through with you yet.”

THE END

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