Don't Read in the Closet: Volume Four (56 page)

tonight he wanted… oh fuck, he could barely remember what he

wanted.

“You usually like it when I give the orders,” Gage murmured,

voice low and gravelly as it was after a kick-ass performance. “How

about I stand here and you shove me against the wall? Would that

help get me laid?” He quickened his pursuit, reaching Rylan before he

had time to react, pushing him back until his ass hit the table beside

the hotel window. “Or maybe I could do you quickly then you can

have your turn?”

Rylan exhaled with a gasp, groaning when fingers dug into the

skin just above the waistband of his shorts, his body lifted and

plunked down on a cold, hard surface. “Gage,” he moaned when his

lover’s body covered his, sweat dampened bare chests suctioning

together, Gage’s cock weighing heavily on top of his own. “Ah fuck,

you don’t play fair.”

He felt Gage smile against his lips, his lover’s tongue running the

full circle of his mouth that Gage was currently smothering. Gage

lifted his head, shifting his body over Rylan’s, one hand supporting

his weight, the other wrapping around the back of Rylan’s head while

he looked deeply into his blue eyes. “Fair’s for pussies and I don’t see

any pussies in the room.”

Rylan’s body shuddered with a carefully contained chuckle and

more than a little lust. He hated that Gage knew him so well, that he

could play him like a well-tuned guitar, hated it but loved it at the

same time. He was putty in Gage’s hands and normally, that’s just the

way he liked to be: soft, pliant, warm and ready beneath the sex-on-

legs body of his best friend and lover.

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Gage moved to kneel over Rylan, legs bending until his knees

pressed snugly to Rylan’s hips as he leaned over and pressed his

mouth to the middle of Rylan’s smooth chest. The kiss sent an

uncontrollable shiver through Rylan’s body, starting in his heart and

ending with a slight twitch of his demanding cock.

“You can take control whenever you want but… mmm, tonight

you just look too damn tasty.” Gage replaced his lips with a splayed

hand over Rylan’s chest, fingers rubbing softly as his mouth moved to

press sloppy open-mouthed kisses to the shadowy stubble of Rylan’s

jawline.

Rylan took the opportunity to drag Gage’s mouth to his, shoving

his tongue deep between his lips, hands cupping the perfect planes of

Gage’s face as he tried to swallow him whole. Goddamn, the man

intoxicated him, made him lightheaded with a single kiss or touch,

made him want to be naked and squirming beneath him despite what

other plans he may have had for the night.

The alpha-male-wrestling-for-position was a big part of their love-

making. Rylan usually gave in in the end, letting Gage take control,

but only because he loved how Gage worked his body, how he knew

how to make him soar and fall, over and over again. He was just as

proficient with Gage’s needs, but the way Gage got all dominant and

growly when he was in control, just made Rylan’s experience that

much more orgasmic.

When Gage flattened himself on top of Rylan again, Rylan looped

a leg around Gage’s hips and pulled him even closer. Rylan’s dick

was raging in his shorts, spurred on by the hardness that pressed

against him. Gage moaned into his mouth, then pulled back sucking

Rylan’s bottom lip as he went.

“Oh, too fast, babe. Gotta slow it down a bit,” Gage whispered in

Rylan’s ear, sending silent shivers through Rylan’s body when his

man’s tongue slid behind his lobe and trailed down his jaw. He

flinched slightly when teeth nipped at the pounding point of his pulse,

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Gage’s exquisite tongue lapping the pain away and making him shiver

even more.

The lips headed south next, leaving a trail of wetness and tingling

in their wake. Gage’s mouth was hot against Rylan’s skin, searing,

soothing and impossible to ignore or resist. Rylan roughly shoved one

hand into Gage’s hair, fingertips working through the tangled, glittery,

blond mop, breaking up the dried hair gel and separating the strands.

He arched his back when Gage’s skilled mouth reached his belly

button, his lover’s tongue flicking and teasing at the quivering flesh,

all Rylan’s muscles contracting, heating, screaming for more.

“Mmmm, the intoxicating sweat of Rylan Rivers,” Gage cooed.

“We could bottle this shit and make a million.”

Rylan’s fingers tightened in Gage’s hair when the magic lips and

tongue moved lower, caressing the bulging gold crotch of his briefs,

mouthing and humming hotness through the thin material and over his

throbbing dick. He shook his head, opening his mouth to protest or

maybe encourage the fingers that tugged at his low waistband, so

close to touching, feeling, tasting—

A loud banging at the door startled him. “Who the fuck…”

“Oh shit,” Gage hissed, nimbly kissing his way back up Rylan’s

body and resting their foreheads together. “I completely forgot about

your surprise.” He ground his body against Rylan’s one last time then

pushed off the table, bouncing on his toes when he landed on the

plush, emerald carpet. “Can’t leave him waiting, now can we?”

Gage’s eyes sparkled with mischief while Rylan’s body shivered

from the loss of heat and contact, his brain clouded with confusion,

and more than just a little annoyance, at just who the hell could be

interrupting them so late at night. He and Gage had decided it would

be the two of them tonight, just the two of them celebrating, no thirds

or fourths or God forbid, fifths. They’d both agreed… hadn’t they? As

he lifted himself to rest on his elbows, he watched Gage strut to the

door, pause then pull it open. His confusion was overtaken by

disbelief then anger when his surprise slinked through the door.

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“Who the fuck?” He knew he was repeating himself but seriously

who the fuck?

“Ry, this is Hunter,” Gage cooed, pulling a young, heavily made

up man into the room. “He’s part of your birthday present. You can

totally be grateful to me later.”

“My birthday present?”

Hunter seemed to stare at the two of them forever, his green eyes

wide with excitement, his slim, almost-girlish body visibly vibrating.

He wore a black, strategically ripped shirt that hung casually off one

shoulder, and red spandex pants leaving nothing to the imagination, a

cloth backpack slung forgotten over his shoulder. Rylan was pretty

sure that if the kid had a tail, it would be wagging out of control.

“Hey,” the kid said a little too loudly into the silence of the room,

his tongue coming out to lick across his full lips. “I’m like
Glitter

Fox’s
biggest fan, dude. You’re, like, so fucking awesome and holy

fuck, I can’t believe I’m standing here in your hotel room… me and

fucking Gage and Rylan from fucking Glitter Fox. I’ve seen you four

times and each time you brought down the fucking house, man. I even

went and got the same tat as you guys. Look!” Hunter slid one hand

under his shirt, lifting the material to reveal a pale, flat belly. He

grinned as he ran a finger over the brightly-colored
Glitter Fox
logo

that adorned the right side of his ribcage.

“Fucking awesome, right? It’s not exactly like y’alls but it’s as

close as my cousin could get ‘cuz I didn’t wanna wait until my mom

said it was okay to get a real one… holy shit I think I might just

spooge in my jeans I’m so fucking excited to see you guys and when

that big, muscly dude hauled me up here to see you in fucking person,

I thought I was in some kind of trouble or being punked or something,

man, but holy fuck, no, it’s actually you and you’re here and I’m here

and… dude, are you wearing gold drawers?”

Rylan forced a smile, moving quickly to sit up on the table, sliding

to the edge and dropping to stand in front of Hunter. “Nice to meet

you,” he said, his over-played grin reaching neither his voice nor his

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eyes. “I gotta go.” He shoved past both men, reaching for the door

handle as Gage grabbed his upper arm.

“Where you going?” Gage asked. “It’s not polite to leave your

guest hanging—”

“Fuck off!” Rylan exploded. “Get your goddamn hand off me and

let me go.”

“Ry—” Gage began, curling his fingers harder around Rylan’s

bicep.

Rylan ripped himself from Gage’s grip, flattening the palm of his

fingerless glove against Gage’s chest and shoving him backwards.

Gage stumbled comically, eyes wide, mouth gaping open as his ass hit

the floor. “What the….”

Rylan’s brow furrowed deeply as he glared at his lover. “You

seriously thought… I can’t believe you’d… you’re so fucking…

goddamn it, Gage!”

He turned away, his hand on the doorknob, fingers caressing the

cold metal, his breath coming in short angry bursts. This wasn’t how

he acted. This wasn’t who he was. How did he expect Gage to

understand what his intentions had been tonight, what he’d been

hoping for and expecting? With one last deep breath, he faced the man

on the floor again, his gaze locked determinedly on Gage’s worried

one.

He didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to explain what he

was feeling, what he’d been feeling for a long time, and the way Gage

was looking at him gave him no hope that the man knew what the

fuck was going on either. But shouldn’t he have a fucking clue?

Shouldn’t the man Rylan had been working with, traveling with…

fucking… know there was more to their relationship than just the

singing and playing and sex? Shouldn’t he be willing to spend this

important night with just Rylan? Shouldn’t he want to?

The realization that Gage was so goddamn clueless with regards to

Rylan’s feelings made rage flare in the pit of his stomach. He whipped

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his gaze away, turned again and threw himself dramatically out the

door, ensuring it slammed closed behind him.

****

steps and he was at his room. He hated having to have his own room

in the first place, since he and Gage ended up staying in one or the

other together anyhow. But tonight the knowledge that he could get

away from the sex-starved little bastard—and his little groupie—made

the room almost a safe haven in his mind. He blew out a big breath,

threaded a hand through his hair then reached for the door handle of

room 706.

It wasn’t until a cool breeze brushed over him that he realized he

was standing half-naked, more than half actually, his gold briefs being

the only thing covering his complete nakedness. The aspect of being

nude in public didn’t bother him, he’d had his share of wandering

hotel hallways in his shorts or maybe less anyhow, but the fact that no

clothes meant no room key turned the whole situation on its

proverbial ass.

He let his forehead drop with a hollow bang to the door, resting

there a moment while thoughts spun in his head. He could see two

possible plans of attack for the situation he’d haphazardly flung

himself into, one no better than the other. He could stuff down his

embarrassment of being locked out of his room, hop on the elevator

and head to the lobby, then casually, and charmingly, ask the front

desk clerk for another key. That didn’t seem so bad considering all the

staff assumed the boys on the seventh floor were irresponsible, wild

rock stars, whose behavior wasn’t expected to meet public standards

anyway.

That assumption wasn’t true when it came to Rylan and Gage who

had outgrown that particular part of their success and celebrity status

and were considered mellow, and perhaps even boring, in their circle

of entertainment friends now. They spent their free time in their hotel