Rockstar Rivals: First Time Gay Romance (7 page)

Chapter Twelve

Mark

It wasn't the first time that Mark had woken up with someone in his bed, not by a long shot.  Gavin was a little bit special, though, and not just because he was something of a sworn enemy.

As Mark gazed at him, he realized that Gavin was, quite simply, the most beautiful person who had ever shared his bed.  God, he was such a bad person, corrupting this gorgeous, innocent young man.

It was as though Mark's thoughts themselves woke Gavin.  The younger man stirred in bed and his eyes opened.  At first, they looked confused, but then he gave one of those sexy, easygoing grins that drove Mark wild.

Not only that, but before Mark could say anything, Gavin was leaning up and pressing those full, soft lips against his.  Mark moaned, his own lips parting, his tongue moving to greet Gavin's, to tangle sweetly with it.

“Mmm, hey,” Mark murmured, feeling strange.  No, not strange.  What he was feeling was happiness, but it had just been so long since he'd felt it and he didn't recognize it.

“Mornin', darlin',” Gavin said, his drawl much thicker since he'd just woken up.  “We just seem to keep wakin' up like this.”

Mark shivered.  He couldn't even help it.

“Damn, that's sexy,” he murmured.  Not just the accent, either, but Gavin in general.  Everything about him, messy dark hair, big brown eyes fuzzed with sleep.  Those full, pouting lips.  How could anyone resist falling for this adorable, sexy kid?

“You're sexy,” Gavin corrected, and then he shifted up and pressed his lips to Mark's neck, right where he'd bitten him before.  His lips parted and his teeth renewed the mark, as if he were somehow determined to keep Mark's neck bruised for as long as possible.

“Gavin, baby, if you don't stop...”  But Mark's threat was cut off when his cell phone beeped.  So did Gavin's, actually, at almost exactly the same time.

Gavin got to his first.  Mark was in favor of ignoring it, honestly.  He'd been feeling Gavin harden against him and he wanted to explore that a little bit more.

Lightly, Mark stroked over Gavin's hip while the younger man read the text.  He frowned, though, when he saw the look on Gavin's face.  He seemed unsure.  Nervous.  He was looking at Mark like he was fearful of an explosion happening, and that made Mark wonder just what horrible thing had happened.

“It's Steve.”  Steve was the stage director/road manager.  “He says the fans really liked what happened last night.  It's all over the internet, how we hugged.  People loved it.”

Mark tilted his head to the side.  Maybe Gavin saw how much of a favor he'd really done for Mark now.  He hadn't seemed to think it was any big deal, but it was.

“You should read these reviews, darlin'.  They're amazing.  Anyway.”  Gavin took a deep breath, and Mark wondered if he knew how very transparent he was.  Every emotion was clearly displayed.  “Steve wants us to do a duet tonight.”

Oh.  That was why Gavin was so nervous.  Mark could understand why, but when he sat back and waited for the jealousy to happen, it wasn't there.  Or, rather, it was, but in a very low key way, easy to ignore.  After all, they still wanted Mark there, too.

“Huh.  That could be cool.  You want to do one of my songs, or one of yours?”

Mark couldn't hold back a smirk as Gavin visibly let out the breath he'd been holding.  No one else seemed to care that Mark was jealous of Gavin, but Gavin sure the hell did.  That was something.  A very big something.

Gavin smiled, then climbed into Mark's lap.

“One of mine and one of yours?” he suggested, and Mark nodded.  That seemed pretty much perfect to him.

“We don't have to catch the tour bus for a few hours, we could work something out now,” Gavin suggested.  Mark smirked, then ran his hand over Gavin's chest, tugging lightly on his nipples.  He'd woken up horny, and that hadn't gone away.

“Or in a few minutes,” Mark murmured.  “There's something I want to try first.  Trust me, you're going to like it.”

He saw how curious Gavin was, and couldn't help but smirk a little bit.  Honestly, that brief taste he'd gotten of Gavin's cock, his hot come, the previous night hadn't been enough.  He wanted more.

Gently, he pushed Gavin back onto the bed.  He gave him the chance to resist, and was deeply pleased when he didn't.

Mark spread the young man's legs, then settled between them.  He couldn't claim that he wasn't tempted to push right inside him, and he might just have done so, but he knew Gavin wasn't ready for that and that mattered to him.

So he leaned down and brushed his lips over Gavin's cock, which was, he was happy to note, every bit as hard as Mark's was.  He got to listen to the erotic music of the younger man's gasp, feel Gavin's strong hands settle into his hair and tug on the blond curls, which Mark had quite the thing for.  It only made him more determined.

He'd never been anyone's first before, but it was definitely good for the ego.  He parted his lips and let his tongue slip over the thick head of his cock, tasting the saltiness of his precome, hearing him gasp and feeling his hips involuntarily thrust up.

Gavin was almost too polite.  When his desperate movements thrust his cock into Mark's mouth, he groaned softly, whispering, “Shit, I'm sorry.  It's too damn good.”

Mark shook his head, gazing up at him.  Now that he had that cock in his mouth, he wasn't going to pull away for something as trivial as speaking.  But there was no need for him to apologize as far as Mark was concerned.

So he showed him rather than telling him.  Enjoying the tug of Gavin's fingers in his hair, he let his lips slide wide open.  Delighted by how thick Gavin was, how he filled Mark's mouth completely, Mark let his lips stretch wide around him and started to bob his head, working his mouth on him.

“Mark, fuck, Mark,” Gavin said urgently, and that only spurred Mark on.  He was the one making this innocent young man moan and arch his body, his cock slipping between Mark's lips.  The surge of possessiveness that went through him as he looked up at saw that adorable face contorted in pleasure blew him away.  He'd never felt anything like this before.

He moaned, letting the sound vibrate through Gavin's cock as he pumped it deep into his mouth.  His hands cupped the other man's balls, feeling how heavy they were.  Gavin was close, and from the way he was trembling, he was only barely holding back.

“Mark, darlin',” he said, and that damn drawl of his got thicker.  It had to be the sexiest thing Mark had ever heard, hearing his name gasped out like that.  It only made him bob his head faster, taking the thick head of that cock right up to the back of his throat.

When Mark let his hand slip down to fondle Gavin's gorgeous ass, when he touched the bruises he'd made the night before, that's when Gavin lost it.  The pain mixed with the pleasure seemed to be too much for him, and he came hard, hot jets of come filling up Mark's mouth as he sucked him right through his orgasm.

This man was a dream come true, when it came down to it.  He seemed to be just as kinky as Mark was, even if he was inexperienced with it.  Mark tasted the young man's come in his mouth, gazing at him with far too much adoration.

“I want to do it, too,” Gavin said, reaching down to brush his fingers over Mark's cock, which was desperately hard.  Mark had ignored it while he was sucking Gavin off, but was reminded of it quite forcefully.  “But I don't know how.”

Mark fell for him just a little bit more, looking into his determined eyes.  He leaned in to kiss him, knowing that Gavin was tasting his own fluids on his lips.

“It's okay.  I'll show you,” he said.  Yes, he wanted it.  Of course he did.  But it made it better that it was Gavin's idea, somehow. 

He settled back, and watched, deeply aroused, as Gavin determinedly shifted down between his legs.  He spread them for him, and then cried out as Gavin lightly licked at the head of it.  Even that little bit of stimulation made his balls tighten, like he could come right then and there.

“Fuck, Gavin,” he moaned.  He wanted the gorgeous young man to know that he was doing a good job.  That he was driving Mark absolutely insane.  Those huge, perfect brown eyes gazed up at him, searching for approval, and Mark wanted to give it more than anything else.

It was impossible to hate Gavin right now.  When those impossibly full, sexy lips parted and Mark felt them wrap around the head of his cock, Mark had to admit, at least to himself, that he hadn't hated him for quite awhile now.  He looked down at the younger man, watching as he struggled to wrap his lips around Mark's dick, so thick that he was having trouble.

Mark came too fast.  He'd never had a virgin suck his cock before, though, and more than that, he'd never had
Gavin
do it.  Mark cried out, gripping Gavin's head, spilling his come desperately between those full lips, his orgasm ripping through his body and leaving him breathless for a moment.

“Fuck.  Fuck, Gavin, what are we doing?”  Mark gazed at him, dazed with pleasure.  No one had ever made him feel like that.  “What are we doing?  Or is there even a 'we'?”

Gavin looked at him thoughtfully, and Mark thought he saw a trace of fear in his eyes.  Maybe he was imagining it, because Gavin smiled.

“Do you want there to be a 'we'?” he asked, and Mark frowned, torn but knowing that he needed to be honest.

“Yeah, but I'm not exactly that great with relationships,” he admitted.  He sort of sucked at them, actually.  Probably it would be better if Gavin didn't get involved with him.  More than he already had.

Gavin nodded.

“So maybe we just see what happens,” he suggested, and Mark nodded with relief.  The idea appealed to him.  Far less pressure, though part of him also just wanted to snap Gavin up so no one else could get him.

“Okay,” he said, and then leaned down to kiss Gavin.  Gavin clutched to him, kissing him back, and it was a little bit too arousing to taste himself on Gavin's lips, and know Gavin was tasting himself, too.

“We have some work to do, darlin',” Gavin reminded them, and Mark pulled himself away with a laugh.  Yes, they did have work to do, damn it.  He'd much rather spent the day making Gavin come than play, but they were both professionals.

They only had a few hours until the tour bus left, and a lot to do.

Chapter Thirteen

Gavin

At first, Liam didn't want to let Mark onto the bus.  He'd kicked him off, after all.  It was only when Gavin invited him on that Liam reluctantly stepped aside.

For the first few hours of the overnight trip, Gavin and Mark worked with the rest of the guys to make sure that they would be ready for the duets in time for the next show.  Gradually, though, people started to drift off to sleep and it was just Gavin and Mark, with Drake sort of sleepily paying attention.

Every tiny little part of Gavin's body ached for Mark.  Every second he wasn't touching him was actually physically painful.  If only Drake would go away, but he seemed to have no intention of doing so.

Gradually, Mark started to doze, too, and then he stood and stretched.  Gavin admired his long, lean, gorgeously-muscled body.  He couldn't even help it.  He couldn't look away.  Honestly, he couldn't remember the last time he'd been this infatuated with someone.  Maybe never.

“I'm gonna get some sleep,” he said, with a meaningful look at Gavin that he didn't know how to interpret.  Was he asking him to come with him?  Or warning him to stay away?  This was all so new to him.

“Okay,” Gavin said, and Mark was no help.  He just smirked, then disappeared off into one of the bunks.  Gavin watched him go.  Would he fit in that bunk with him, he had to wonder?  It would be tight, but he wouldn't mind snuggling close.

Even though everyone would know.  Gavin sighed.  They had to all suspect already, but was this a serious enough thing to let people know for sure?  Did Mark want it to be?  Could Gavin handle it?  He'd never been with a guy before.

His attractions to guys weren't new.  He'd had them for years, for as long as he could remember.  But back home in Columbia in the state of South Carolina, if you were attracted to men and you didn't want to get your ass kicked for that fact, you hid it.  Gavin sighed softly. What would his parents say about Mark, if they knew?

“Penny for your thoughts, man?” Drake said, and Gavin looked up, surprised.  He'd honestly forgotten that the Crossroads drummer was even still with him.

“You'd be overpaying,” Gavin said quietly, and then sighed.  Thinking about home had gotten him down.  Everything here had been so exciting, but he missed his life back home, too.

Drake came over to sit by Gavin, who put the guitar he'd been idly holding aside to turn to look at the other man. 

“You seem far away,” Drake said thoughtfully.  Gavin looked him over.  The man was handsome.  It seemed like all the members of Crossroads were.  He had a more alternative look, with piercings and tattoos, and long black hair with streaks of bright red through it.  Handsome, yes, but also a bit frightening to someone as sheltered as Gavin.

Honestly, the man had nothing on Mark.  No one did. 

“Just thinking about home.  I've never been on a long tour like this before.”  He had to sound like an idiot to this man, who had been doing this for years.  To his surprise, though, the man gave a thoughtful nod.

“Yeah, it's like that for awhile.  You'll get used to it.  Sort of.”  He reached over and put a hand on Gavin's shoulder, and it was comforting to have that human contact.  Gavin found himself moving toward the other man, not in any sexual or romantic sense, but because he was here when Gavin was overwhelmed and needed someone.

Drake was very close to him, Gavin realized suddenly.  When had that happened?  Even as inexperienced as he was, it made him a bit nervous.  There was an intensity in the older man's eyes that Gavin had only seem in one other man's, but it couldn't possibly be the same as when Mark looked at him like that.

At which point, Drake suddenly grabbed him by the shoulders and his lips pressed determinedly, firmly, against Gavin's.  They were warm and dry, but there was no spark between them like there always was when Mark kissed him.

Gavin pulled away, deeply surprised, dark eyes stunned as he looked at Drake.  Putting his hand to his lips, he shifted and turned away, only to look right into Mark's furious, hurt gray eyes.

“Mark,” he gasped.  This was not good, to say the least.  How must it look to him?  He'd gotten up and was standing, arms crossed over his chest, his face full of anger and hurt and betrayal.

“What the fuck, Gavin?” he asked, and Gavin winced.  Just as he was going to open his mouth to tell him that he hadn't kissed him back, he hadn't known Drake would do that, Drake himself spoke.

“What's the big deal, Mark?” he said casually.  He stood, and so did Gavin.  It wasn't comfortable to have Mark looming over them, glowering like he was.  “You share your fucktoys with us all the time.  I was just taking my turn.”

Gavin watched as the expression on Mark's face turned murderous. Honestly, he wasn't too thrilled with being called a fucktoy, either.  Was that really how Mark's band saw him?  Just a toy?  Worse, was that how Mark saw him?

Just as he was thinking that, he saw Mark's arm moving.  Drawing back and into a fist, he suddenly threw a vicious, perfectly-aimed punch right at Drake's smirking face.

Mark didn't hold anything back.  Drake's teeth cut into his lips and there seemed to Gavin to be blood everywhere. 

“Damn it, Gavin, I thought what we were doing meant something,” Mark said, while Drake gasped and touched his bloody mouth.

Liam's voice came from behind Mark, low and rough with sleep.

“What the fuck is going on?” he demanded, and Mark turned to face him.

“This asshole kissed my boyfriend.”

Drake's eyes widened, and Gavin was sure that his did the same.

“Boyfriend?” Gavin managed.  Was that what was going on?  He stared at Mark, who looked back almost defiantly.

“Yeah, boyfriend.  I luh – like you, Gavin, but clearly that's not returned.”

“Shit, man, I didn't know that was what was going on,” Drake said, and he seemed to genuinely mean it.  Which didn't mean that Gavin was thrilled about how he'd referred to him before, but he was a little distracted, staring at Mark, then reaching out a hand for him.

“Well, that's what I thought,” Mark said quietly.  He looked down at Gavin's hand, then turned away.  “I guess I was wrong.”

This was so overwhelming.  Gavin wanted to scream at Mark that he wasn't wrong, that he'd never wanted to kiss Drake.  That he only wanted to kiss Mark, no one else held any interest for him at all anymore.

But he couldn't make his mouth work.  He just stared, hoping Mark could see it in his eyes, because he couldn't seem to speak.  The breath had been taken right out of him by how fast all of this was happening.

“Mark, calm down,” Liam said, his voice very dominant.  Usually, Mark reacted to that, but not this time.  He was clearly very worked up.  And, by horrible luck, it was then that the bus pulled up at their hotel, and in seconds, Mark was gone.

Had Mark just really called him his boyfriend?  Had he almost said the word that Gavin had thought he'd heard?  Was this really going on?  Gavin had never even dared to dream that he'd hear Mark Tisdale call him his boyfriend.

* * *

Mark stayed away for the whole day, locking himself in his hotel room.  Gavin tried to get him to come out, to talk to him, but gave up after awhile.  There was no point.  He was learning that Mark could be pretty stubborn when he got upset about something.

Would Mark show up for the show?  Everyone was wondering that.  What would they do if he didn't?  It would be a complete mess, and it would all be Gavin's fault.  Well, Gavin's and Drake's, to be fair.

Mark, with his flawless sense of the dramatic, didn't show up until five minutes before Gavin was set to go on.  At that point, Gavin was pacing, sure that his new career was going to go right down the toilet.  Not to mention whatever was happening with Mark.

Immediately, Gavin went to him.  He'd failed utterly when he'd tried to talk to him before, but he wasn't going to again.  This time, he was going to make sure things were clear between them.

Mark looked at him, his eyes smoldering, his wide lips set in a grim line.  Gavin wanted to be scared off, but he couldn't let himself be.  The longer he let this go on, the worse it would be.

“Mark, please,” he said quietly, reaching down and gripping the older man's wrist so that he couldn't get away.  “I didn't kiss him back, I promise.  I don't even
want
to kiss anyone but you.”

For a moment, Mark's eyes met his.  It seemed like he might, just for that split second, believe him.  But then Drake walked by, his lip still cut from where Mark had punched him, and the older man's face changed.  Instead of searching Gavin's eyes for the truth, he looked like he just didn't believe him.

Just then, someone tapped Gavin on the shoulder.  He wanted to scream at them to go away, but he was too polite for that.

It was Steve, the stage manager.

“You're up, Gavin,” he said, and Gavin shook his head.  No.  This was more important.  He couldn't go out there and leave things with Mark like this, he just couldn't.

“Go,” Mark sneered.  “Your adoring fans await.”  Back to the jealousy, it seemed.  Damn it, Gavin had thought they were past that.

Mark turned away, and he yanked his arm away from Gavin.  Time seemed to slow down, and Gavin's mind went into a strange sort of panic mode.  Mark was going to walk away now, and if he did, would Gavin ever be able to get back to where they'd been?

It didn't matter that it wasn't fair.  It didn't matter that he hadn't been the one to initiate the kiss with Drake.  All that mattered was that Mark know.  Even then, though, he didn't know what he was going to say.  He didn't plan it.  He just opened his mouth and the words came out.

“Mark, please,” he said, pleading and not even caring about his pride.  “I love you.”

He got a glimpse of Mark's astonished face, but at least the older man was listening to him.  Before he could capitalize on that, though, Steve was pushing him out onto the stage.  It was show time, whether he was ready for it or not.