Don't Read in the Closet: Volume Four (55 page)

felt.”

“You figured that if this didn’t work out, we’d say our goodbyes

at the airport and go our separate ways.”

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He stared at his feet unsure what to say.

A tanned foot nudged his calf. “Doesn’t matter. I know and I want

you to stick around. I can get a job wherever you are.”

He had meant to say Kevin didn’t have to follow him, but what

came out instead caught them both by surprise. “No chicks!”

Kevin gave him a lengthy measuring stare. “Just because I like

both, doesn’t mean I have to have both. I can choose one person just

like anyone else and stick to them. Male, female doesn’t make a

difference.”

Heat seared his face and he tried to think of what to say. “I didn’t

mean….”

“It’s ok. I know everyone thinks the whole world is my

playground, but I’m only interested in people who are cool with me

being bi. That removes a lot of chicks and even some of the guys.”

“I don’t care, as long as you want
me,
” Scott blurted out, then

closed his eyes.
Yeah, that was attractive.

A warm chuckle and fingers on his chin drew his attention back to

the other man. A kiss drifted light as gossamer over his lips. “I do

want you,” Kevin breathed as he bore Scott down to the cloth. “I want

you all to myself. I don’t want to wonder who you are with any more.

I want you under me, crying out my name. I don’t share.”

Mouth suddenly dry now that he had to make a decision he hadn’t

allowed himself to even think about, Scott swallowed several times

before he managed an undignified croak. “I can do that. I want to do

that.”

“Good.” Lips wandered over his neck and nibbled on his ear lobe.

“We’ll be good together. I’ll make it worth your while…”

“Mmm… Nice thought, but I don’t know if I’m up for it.”

“All the fresh air and exercise wiped you out?”

“After you got done with me, I just don’t think I have anything

left.”

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“You say such sweet things.” Kevin curled around him and pulled

the silvery thermal blanket over them both. “Rest, babe. We’ve got all

the time in the world.”

THE END

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K. Lee Klein – OUTFOXED (Rockstars/ Established-Couples)*

Genre:
contemporary

Tags:
rockstars, celebrities, established-

Dear Author,

couples, book-series (maybe)

I love a good rocker story.

Words:
9,994

These boys are rockers in

love but all they know how

OUTFOXED

to do well is lust and

overwhelming passion.

by K. Lee Klein

One has had enough with

Two pairs of scuffed, black combat boots

being closeted and wants to

hit the floor of the hotel room with four distinct

just come out and stop

thuds before the door locked back into place.

hiding, not only their

relationship, but the one

Tight, sweltering, black leather pants were shed,

night stands and boytoy

left in a ball on the floor beside the boots,

groupie hook-ups. He just

abandoned in the heat emanating from two

wants to live without

excited, lust-filled bodies. They jockeyed for

worrying all the time.

dominance, both already bare-chested and

The other will come out for

him but has come to see that

shining with sweat, hair, faces and sleek,

he only has the drive to do it

muscled bodies nearly identical except for the

if they make a real

color and shade of their short spiky locks and

commitment (open though it

the scruff that accentuated their made-up but

may be)

masculine faces. The blond won the toss-up,

[PHOTO: Two thin young

men with rocker hair stare

pushing the brunet roughly against the velvet-

intently into each other’s

papered wall, his mouth covering the soft lips of

eyes. The brunet in gold

the other, tongue shoving immediately inside.

shorts lies flat on his back

on a table; the blond in

Rylan Rivers growled between gasps of

black shorts kneels over

breath, thrusting back against the toned body

him, straddling his hips. The

that pressed him to the cool wall. “It’s not your

blond has one hand under

turn,” he panted and hissed at his blond lover.

the brunet’s head and his

other leather-wrapped arm

“Back up, Gage. I’m taking control.”

pins the brunet’s bicep to the

table.]

Gage Galeano flattened Rylan more firmly

to the wall, head slanting to seal his lips over

I hope someone can do

something with this. Not

Rylan’s protesting ones. He wrestled Rylan’s

sappy and not overly emo.

arms up and over his head, keeping a firm grip

Two somewhat famous,

on both wrists as he slipped a leg between

easy, slutty guys that are

coming to terms with the

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Rylan’s thighs and pressed his knee against

true nature of their longtime

Rylan’s crotch.

relationship(s) with the

band, with each other and

Rylan gasped and stopped squirming long

with their fans.

enough to suck Gage’s tongue between his lips,

Sincerely,

forcing their mouths together until he felt their

Carole

teeth click. He sucked indulgently, Gage’s

flavor overwhelming his senses and sending a

jolt of excitement straight to his cock. He

enjoyed the sensation, the taste, the heat, for a

moment more, then sunk his teeth into the wet

muscle invading his mouth. The metallic taste

of blood assaulted his tastebuds before Gage

jumped back sharply, brown eyes so heavy with

lust they were almost black, a sadistic grin

gracing his beautiful face.

“Since when are turns part of sex?” Gage

hissed, sinking one hand into Rylan’s brown

spikes and yanking his head back. His other

hand moved to swipe at his mouth, a red streak

appearing on his pale skin. Rylan watched

transfixed as Gage licked the color away.

Gage’s tongue was a thing of wonder, always

knowing precisely where to lap and lick and

suck, when to press harder, when to back off,

the right moment to….

Rylan snapped his gaping mouth closed,

wiping a dribble of drool away from his lips as

he twisted his head from Gage’s grasp and tried

to clear his head. He managed a controlled

smirk and pushed off the wall. “I told you, you

were out of line,” he growled, adjusting the

uncomfortable bulge in his faux gold-lame

boxer briefs. “You have the shortest memory in

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the history of the world, dude. Tonight I’m the man on top, not you.”

His words were strong but that didn’t change the fact he was

hyper-aware of the sweet, addicting scent of sweat and desire wafting

off his lover—Gage’s zest still alive in his mouth, on his tongue. He

was already rock hard. So hard he had to struggle to keep his hands to

himself, needing to focus on what he wanted to convey to Gage, not

how he looked, smelled, tasted. He thought he’d won the battle until

Gage suddenly thrust himself forward, grabbed Rylan’s face between

his fingers and licked across his lips. One of Gage’s hands ghosted

down Rylan’s body and over the outline of his aching dick, sending

shivers of ecstasy throughout Rylan’s taut body.

“Mmm, you’re wearing my favorite shorts, babe, but I think

they’d look better off than on.”

Rylan growled again, covered Gage’s hand and squeezed his

fingers. He shoved him not-so-gently away, backing up from the heat

and scent of pre-come that surrounded from his lover. “You’re not

listening, dumbass.”

Gage snickered evilly. “I’m totally listening. You wanna be the

husband.”

“Fuck off. You know that’s not what I want.”

“Sounds like it,” Gage teased again, his left foot moving with

precision in front of his right as he slinked in closer. “You know I

always let you top when you—”

“Let me?” Rylan squawked, stepping backwards from Gage’s

steady pursuit. “Since when do you
let me
do anything?”

Gage leered at him, heavy-lidded eyes shining with excitement

and daring. He took another step forward, his tongue licking slowly

over his lips, every small movement, every tiny flexing of his body

resembling a wild animal stalking its prey. Rylan was getting

uncomfortable, more uncomfortable than mere seconds before. He

was harder, too, impossibly harder, the head of his dick peeking up

from beneath his shorts. He shifted his feet and swallowed the lump in

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his throat. If he wasn’t careful, if he didn’t keep his head clear, his

eyes focused on Gage’s and not on the way his lover’s fingers were

rubbing over the bulge in his own black briefs, he’d end up giving in

like he always did. He’d end up letting Gage have his oh-so-sexy way

with him, not a bad thing, a really fucking hot thing actually… but