Keys to Love (17 page)

One of the hardest moments of the night came at the meetand-greet where he was forced to watch the loving team of Jesse and Evan, added with Kenny and Krista, while he stood alone knowing the man he wanted was in the same building. Not to mention the pushy young man who came right out and told him he wanted to have sex with him. While he might have considered it before, it simply annoyed him now. He let the boy down gently, though it took a couple times of saying no to convince him.

Lying on the couch beside him, Chopin’s head snapped up and toward the hall, his ears and body alert. Julian heard the door opening. Chopin leaped off the couch, racing toward it. Julian hopped up and restrained himself from sprinting toward the door with equal enthusiasm despite feeling it inside. He turned into the hall to Morgan softly laughing and petting the excited dog.

“He missed you,” Julian said.

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Morgan looked up at him. Julian felt his entire body respond at the sight of his soft brown eyes.

Morgan moved toward him. “Was he the only one?”

Julian stepped forward to meet him. “Far from it.”

Julian pressed his body to him. His arms went around Morgan’s neck as their lips met. The passion of Morgan’s kiss evoked a moan from Julian. He sank his fingers into Morgan’s hair. He slowly drew back from the kiss, but kept a tight hold on him. “I was beginning to worry about you.”

Morgan rested his forehead on Julian’s. “I’m sorry. Kurt kept us to get everything broken down and packed for the trucks. And lucky me, I get to be back down there at seven in the morning to help load everything.”

Julian drew back slightly to meet his eyes. “That’s not fair.”

“That’s the life of a roadie.” Morgan smiled as he rubbed their noses together. “You didn’t think the stage and all your equipment just magically appeared at every arena you went to, did you?”

“Well, sort of.”

Morgan smiled as he closed their mouths together again.

After several long moments into the kiss, he brought it to a gradual end. “You were amazing tonight. Watching you made me fully realize just how good of a rocker you are.”

“I’m glad I impressed you.” Julian took his hand and led him toward the living room.

“I wanted to be close to you so many times tonight.”

Julian pulled him in the direction of the bedroom. “I wanted the same thing.”

“Then I have a confession to make.”

Julian stopped and turned to him, surprised by the serious tone of Morgan’s voice. “What is it?”

Morgan exhaled a heavy sigh and released Julian’s hand. He paced away from him. He stopped by the steps to the piano and Keys to Love
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faced him. “I had a lot of doubts tonight.”

Julian froze, mentally and bodily. Only his heart continued to move, and it leaped into a rapid pace of anxiety. He struggled to find his voice and managed to choke out, “Doubts? About us?”

“Yeah,” Morgan said softly. He climbed the steps and sat on the piano bench, his shoulders hunched forward. “You know I don’t like how we’re going about things, all this secrecy. It started to weigh on me, and got me wondering if the reason you didn’t want to be open about our relationship was because you didn’t want anyone to know, so you could see other people.”

Julian walked quickly toward him. “That’s not true.”

“I know. At least, I do now. I knew it before too, but then…”

Morgan took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, “then I started feeling insecure.”

Julian went to him. He bent down, cupping Morgan’s face in both hands. “There’s no reason for you to feel that way.”

Morgan looked into his eyes. “There isn’t? I saw you tonight at the meetand-greet. I wasn’t spying on you, or maybe I was.

Hell, I don’t know. All I wanted was to see you. I wanted to put my fears to rest. Instead, I saw some guy doing everything short of shoving his face in your crotch to let you know he wanted you.”

“But I wasn’t flirting back. You have to know that.”

“I do. At least, I think I do.”

Julian’s expression turned pained. His hands fell from Morgan’s face.

Morgan grabbed both Julian’s hands. “I said that wrong. Sit by me, please, so we can try to figure this out.”

Julian dropped down to the bench.

Morgan turned toward him, keeping Julian’s hands in his.

“I think what I’m trying to say is, I never considered how your lifestyle could affect us. When I saw you tonight, I felt like an outsider looking in. It was like I didn’t belong, and you were somebody else other than the man I spent the night with.”

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“I’m the same person regardless of whether I’m on stage or off it.”

Morgan cocked his head in a thoughtful look. “Is that really true?”

Julian gazed at him, then shook his head. “Maybe not entirely.

I
am
different when I’m on stage. I’m more outgoing, wilder, looser with my behavior. And I have a public persona when I’m at events, like the meetand-greet. Not necessarily wild and loose, but certainly more outgoing.

“But don’t you see that’s not how I really am? I have to force myself to act in those ways, to live up to what’s expected of me as a performer, and what’s always been expected of me as a professional musician in general. How I am when the lights and cameras are off,” Julian’s voice softened, “how I am with you, is who I really am. I don’t show this side to just anyone.” His voice rose back to his normal pitch with determination behind it. “And I certainly don’t show it to any random groupie.”

Morgan squeezed Julian’s hands. “I know.”

“Do you?” Julian pulled his hands from Morgan’s and stood up. “My life puts me in the public eye. When I’m on tour, I have to interact with more people in a week than many interact with in a year. I can’t control the behavior of others. I can’t stop men from flirting with me. The only thing I can control is my own behavior. The question is, can you believe that and know I’ll be faithful to you?”

Morgan gripped Julian’s hips and pulled him to stand between his legs. “I
can
believe that. But what you have to understand is I’m going to have these moments of jealousy. It doesn’t mean I don’t trust you. It just means I want to be with you.”

Julian rested a gentle hand on Morgan’s head and stroked his hair. “I can handle your moments of jealousy, so long as deep down you know you have nothing to be jealous about.”

Morgan nodded once.

Julian bent to bring their lips together. Before kissing him, he said, “You’re the only one I want, Morgan. And I promise you, Keys to Love
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as much as you were thinking of me tonight, I was thinking of you.”

Morgan whispered Julian’s name as their lips met. He stood, pulling Julian against him. Julian slid his hands down Morgan’s arms, off them to touch his waist, and forward so he could open his jeans. With the button and zipper loosened, he rubbed across Morgan’s hips and slipped his fingertips into the back of his jeans and boxer-briefs. He pulled his lips from Morgan’s and kissed his neck. Morgan’s head fell back, and Julian lightly nipped under his jaw.

Morgan groaned softly. He lowered his head to put his lips near Julian’s ear. “How would you feel about changing things up tonight?”

Julian caressed Morgan’s chest. “I would say, stay where you are and I’ll be right back.”

A husky chuckle left Morgan’s throat. “I don’t even get the bed?”

Julian walked down the steps. “I want you bent over the bench.”

“You’re naughtier than I thought.”

Julian threw him a smirk over his shoulder before disappearing down the hall to his bedroom. He snatched the lube and a condom off the nightstand and returned to Morgan. The sight of Morgan standing by the piano, lifting his shirt over his head, the wall of windows filled with night behind him, stopped Julian in mid-stride. The muscles in Morgan’s powerfully built torso flexed with the movement. Morgan’s hands went to his hips as he pushed his jeans down with his boxer-briefs. Julian’s gaze fixed on the long, thick rod rearing up toward Morgan’s navel.

Bared of his clothing, Morgan looked toward Julian. He lifted one hand to him, a sensual smile on his lips. “You’re not going to be able to fuck me standing all the way over there.”

Julian snapped out of his daze. “I think you have a naughty side, too.”

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Morgan moved to the end of the piano bench and turned his back to him. Julian gazed at the perfect V of Morgan’s muscular back, from his wide shoulders down to his narrow hips.

Morgan bent forward, his hands gripping the sides of the padded leather seat, his arms locked. He kept his legs straight and spread wide apart. He glanced back at Julian. “Does this convince you further?”

Julian walked up the steps, staring at the chiseled ass cheeks before him, the taut hamstrings in Morgan’s legs. He moved close behind him and rubbed his palms over Morgan’s ass. “You truly have the most beautiful ass I’ve ever seen.” He gave one cheek a slap.

Morgan let out a hard groan between clenched teeth.

Julian smirked down at him. “And you like a little rough treatment. That’s a surprise considering how gentle you are with me.”

A couple of ragged chuckles escaped Morgan’s throat. “Well, it depends on my mood, but doesn’t everybody like it a little rough once in a while?”

“Very true. Then you might like a little toy I have in the bedroom. Remember at the auction that riding crop Jesse said he was throwing in with Kenny?”

Morgan wet his lips and nodded.

Julian leaned over Morgan’s back to put his lips closer to his ear. “I have it.”

Morgan glanced at him. “How’d you get it?”

“Krista said she wouldn’t need it to keep Kenny in line, and Jesse, even though he makes no secret that he and Evan get kinky, said using a whip isn’t their type of thing. He was going to throw it away, so I asked to have it. I’ve more than paid for it in the jokes, but it’s worth it. The leather is so fine, I’d swear it was made by Versace.”

Morgan grinned. “Somehow I don’t think Versace is in the sex toy line.”

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“Which is their loss. I’d certainly buy their products.” Julian straightened. He touched his middle fingertip to the top of Morgan’s spine and ran it down to his tailbone. “Maybe for round two, if we make it into the bedroom, we can play with it a little since you seemed to enjoy the slap I laid on you.”

“I’m game for anything you want.”

Julian let out a pleased groan at Morgan’s words as he opened the lube and slicked his fingers. He set the lube on the floor, then drew two fingers slowly along Morgan’s crack to his hole.

He massaged the outside of it before slipping one inside him.

Morgan’s muscles clenched around it. Julian opened his pants with his free hand and pulled his own cock out, pumping it while thrusting his finger into him.

Morgan cranked his head around. “That’s not fair. I can’t see you stroking yourself.”

“One more thing I’ll give you a private performance of someday.” Julian added a second finger.

Morgan’s breath fled. He dropped his head down and rocked back toward Julian in small movements. Julian curled his fingers downward to Morgan’s gland. Morgan snapped his head up, a loud gasp left him as his channel constricted around Julian’s fingers. Those beautiful, long, graceful fingers Morgan had seen play the piano with such nimble skill, now did the same thing to his body. It seemed like a fantasy come true, and yet at the same time, the emotion he felt for Julian made this moment of reality so much better than any dream.

Julian stopped pumping himself to reach under Morgan and grip his cock. He ran his thumb over the wet slit. Morgan thrust hard and quick into Julian’s hand. Julian felt it in Morgan’s tight body, how he was nearing the point of desperation, and withdrew his touch.

Morgan folded his arms on the bench and lowered his forehead to them. “Hurry, Jules.”

Julian grinned at the back of Morgan’s head as he rolled a condom onto his cock. “That’s the first time you’ve called me
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that. I like how it sounds in your voice, especially with the needy quality added to it.”

“I’ll call you evil in a moment if you don’t get your dick in me.”

Julian brushed his cock back and forth over Morgan’s hole. “I do like a man who’s not afraid to beg or talk dirty.”

“Then please, put it in and fuck me.”

“Now that’s better.”

Morgan hushed his voice, speaking with a teasing tone.

“Pushy rock star.”

Julian chuckled and gave one ass cheek another slap. “You’re supposed to be begging.”

Morgan snickered. “Sorry. Should I try again?”

“Too late for that.”

Julian thrust forward, his cock forcing past Morgan’s tight rim and sinking into him. Both exhaled loud moans as their bodies joined.

Julian held Morgan’s hips. Morgan felt better than Julian had dreamed, so tight and warm. He started to thrust slow, but each one followed a little quicker. He felt his control melting.

After missing him all night, then the tension between them, and hearing of Morgan’s jealousy, that to him only reinforced how much Morgan wanted him, he found he couldn’t keep a slow pace. His emotions spurred his movements, and almost without realizing it, he found himself pounding hard and fast into him.

Morgan humped back, meeting every thrust with equal force.

Julian heard him moaning his name and “yes” every time their bodies slammed together. He felt Morgan tremble and gripped his cock again. It only took a few strokes. Morgan let out a deep shout. His white cum splattered down on the black seat. Julian pushed deep, rolling and grinding his hips on Morgan’s ass as pleasure overcame him with his own release.

Morgan bowed his head, trying to catch his breath. Julian ran one hand up Morgan’s back, then leaned over him. He kissed Keys to Love
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Morgan’s shoulder. “Now you can have the bed.”

Morgan let out a few winded chuckles. He stretched one hand back, sinking his fingers into Julian’s hair as he turned his head and met him in a kiss.

Julian yawned as he climbed out of the black limo, holding Chopin’s leash. Rather than have the tour bus drive all over the city picking them up, they each took limos to the studio, where the bus idled outside the doors. Julian stared at it. The thing looked larger than the last beast they’d had. In an attempt to be inconspicuous, it didn’t have decals announcing the band it carried, rather it was black, with dark tinted windows, and silver lines racing down the sides Still, it was pretty obvious it wasn’t just any bus going down the road, but it might limit groupies from tailing them if they weren’t certain who was inside.