Rockstar Rivals: First Time Gay Romance (9 page)

Chapter Sixteen

Mark

How could a virgin drive Mark so wild?  He'd had all sorts of incredibly experienced people, but none of them were even half as good in bed as Gavin was.  Was it just natural talent?  Or was that how love worked?

He couldn't stop staring at Gavin, either.  They were practicing with their bands, working the duets in, but no matter how hard Mark tried to focus, he found his eyes wandering over to Gavin once more.  Even better, he saw that Gavin was looking right back at him.

Eventually, for the third time in ten minutes, Mark missed his queue.  His band played him in, but he didn't remember to sing.  Too busy staring at Gavin, who was having similar problems, at least.

Mark had never been this utterly infatuated with anyone before.

“Okay, okay, take a break, guys.  Gavin, Mark, go get a fucking room, okay?”  Liam's voice was exasperated, but at the same time, he didn't seem entirely displeased with what he was seeing.  Maybe he believed that Mark was serious about Gavin.

Speaking of Gavin, he didn't look entirely happy about Liam's comments, or about the gentle ribbing from the rest of the band.  Star Crossed clearly knew that Gavin and Mark were doing this, and other than the teasing, they didn't seem to mind.  So why was Gavin so upset?

Carefully, feeling almost shy, Mark went over to Gavin.  He gently touched him, putting his arm around his waist and pulling him close.  Gavin's body was tight and tense, his dark eyes distant.

“You okay?” he asked, and Gavin turned to look at him.  “Is it what you were talking about before?”

Gavin nodded, and Mark sighed.  He just wasn't used to this.  It was hard not have hurt feelings about it.  It really felt like Gavin was ashamed of him.

“I saw you looking at me.”  He made sure to press his lips right against Gavin's ear so no one else could hear what he said.  The only thing he could think to do was to distract Gavin, and he made sure to purr right in his ear. 

It worked.  Gavin's body loosened up and he started to press himself close against Mark.  After all, Gavin had been watching Mark, lust in his eyes, just as much as Mark had been with Gavin.

Very deliberately, Mark tugged Gavin toward the nearest door.  It was a dressing room that, luckily enough, no one was using right at the moment.

“Mark, darlin',” Gavin murmured, immediately more comfortable as the door shut behind them.  The look he gave him was so smoldering hot, so perfect and sexy that Mark couldn't help himself.  He leaned in and kissed him, pressing their lips together.

It wasn't enough.  The moment their lips made contact, Mark needed more.  From the way that Gavin was clinging to him, from the way Gavin's lips parted and his tongue plunged into Mark's mouth, from the way his body pressed close to Mark's, the older man knew that Gavin needed it, too.

Mark looked at the gorgeous younger man, stroking over his body, finding his hard cock and rubbing lightly against it.

“I need you,” he growled, and it was true.  This boy, this gorgeous young man, got to him like no one else.  As he looked at him, though, he realized that it went further than that.  “I need you to fuck me, baby.”

Mark knew that Gavin was a little surprised, and he smirked a bit.  Very few people expected Mark to be a switch, but he was.  He came off as much more dominant than that, but honestly, he loved both giving and receiving.  He'd love to fuck Gavin too, of course, but he'd probably give the poor boy a heart attack if he tried that.

“Right now?” Gavin asked, and Mark smiled.  That wasn't a no.  He'd been a bit worried about pressuring the virgin boy too much.  What he saw was eagerness, though, with just a little bit of nerves.

“No.  Not now.  Tonight.”  Mark didn't want to do this in a dressing room when they didn't have much time.

Gavin smiled, then pressed his lips against Mark's.

“Yeah.  Tonight,” he agreed.

* * *

Once more, the duet went beautifully.  The crowd loved it, but the whole time Mark was singing, he couldn't help but think about what was going to happen later on.  If someone had told him a few weeks ago that he would be looking forward to being fucked by the upstart Gavin Cross, he would have laughed at them, but it was going to happen.

Both of them were eager.  There was a party, like usual, but Mark didn't even consider attending it.  He dragged Gavin immediately off, his ass feeling empty.  He couldn't wait to have his boy's gorgeous cock inside him.

Of course they got teased, but it didn't matter.  Not to Mark.  Maybe a little bit more to Gavin, who was quiet as they got into the hotel room.  They didn't even pretend to have different rooms anymore, which was surprisingly nice.

Once the door was closed, Mark turned to Gavin and pulled him close.  He could tell that the younger man was nervous, and he kissed him, quickly building the heat between them, wanting to get him worked up so that the nerves wouldn't matter.

It worked, too.  It was still deeply satisfying to Mark that Gavin wanted him so badly.  He was still sometimes jealous of his amazing talent, and how everyone seemed to love him.  Well, maybe they loved Gavin, but Gavin loved him, wanted him, needed him.

Mark felt Gavin's body get hot against him, and he worked his hands under the black t-shirt that the younger man wore, caressing his tight, gorgeous body.  Mark's fingers found his nipples and toyed with them lightly until he felt Gavin press tight against him.

“Fuck, Mark,” he moaned, and then Mark got to feel Gavin's hands on him, too.  There was so much hunger there, hunger that Mark never could have expected to feel from this inexperienced, naïve young man.

Mark tugged the shirt that Gavin wore over his head, baring his slender, but muscular, form.  He couldn't help but stare, as always, but Gavin seemed to like it.  The young man gave him a slightly self conscious, but also pleased, look.

“So … Did you mean it?”  Gavin looked at Mark, his dark eyes terrified but eager at the same time.  “Did you mean what you said you wanted me to do?”

Mark didn't need to think about that.  Without hesitation, he nodded.  It was true that he once might have been tempted to taunt the younger man, to tease him, but now he wanted it too badly himself to make himself do that.

“Yeah, baby.  Right now, if you’re willing,” Mark murmured, letting Gavin see how much he wanted him when he looked at him, letting his desire show in his eyes.  He did want this, but he wasn't going to pressure him into it, either.  Which was a little bit surprising to him, actually.

When Mark looked at Gavin, he saw the same desire mirrored in Gavin's eyes that he knew was in his own.  The younger man reached out and tugged Mark's shirt off of his body, so they were both half naked, gazing at each other with desire.

“I'm willing,” Gavin said, that sexy drawl very clear in his voice.  Mark heard it more when the young man was very turned on, and he loved it for that reason.  “I'm really very willing,” he admitted, and then, to Mark's surprise, the smaller man pushed him onto the bed.

There was so much hunger in the way he kissed him, in the way his hands tugged at the button of Mark's jeans to pull it open. When it finally gave, when Mark's cock sprung out, hot and swollen and ready to go, Gavin was right there, wrapping his hand around it.

“I need you,” Gavin whispered, much to Mark's satisfaction.  It thrilled him to know that, to know Gavin wanted him in a way he'd never wanted any other man.

“I need you, too,” Mark admitted, and lifted his hips up so that Gavin could slip his tight jeans off, leaving him completely bare for him. 

Not to be outdone, Mark went for Gavin's jeans, not stopping until he had him completely naked for him as well.  Perched on the edge of the bed, Mark looked at Gavin and realized that they were about to cross a line. 

“There's no way to come back from this,” Gavin whispered, as though reading Mark's mind.  It was true.  If this happened, it could never
un
happen.  This was a big change, and, Mark already knew, it would be a permanent one.   For him at least.  He would never be able to be the playboy that he'd been before.  Not after pledging himself to Gavin like this.

“No, there isn't,” Mark admitted.  “Are you okay with that?”

Gavin nodded.  Mark was pleased to see that there was very little hesitation. 

“Yeah.  I'm okay with it,” he said, and Mark knew what that meant.  It wasn't just the sex, it was everything, all of this.  He trusted Mark, that's what he was saying, and more than anything, Mark wanted to be worthy of that trust.

He rested back on the bed, bare and hard. 

“Come fuck me with your fingers again,” he coaxed.  They'd done that before, it would be familiar, at least a little.  As much as he wanted to just lie back and spread his legs, he felt like that might perhaps be overwhelming for Gavin.

He did rest back, propped up on his elbows, and Gavin got onto the bed with him.  The boy was so damn adorable, settling down between Mark's legs and looking to him for approval as he slid his fingers between Mark's asscheeks and inside of him.

Mark groaned as he was breached, but tried to keep himself patient.  He needed more than this, so much more, but he couldn't scare Gavin off.

“Darlin', I need you,” Gavin murmured, and Mark groaned in relief.  Apparently Gavin was in the same place as he was.  He clenched his ass around the two fingers buried inside him, taking them against his prostate and making himself shiver with delight.

“Then take me, baby.  I'm ready for you,” Mark murmured, thrilled that Gavin was going there all by himself.  It was time.  Clearly Gavin could feel that, too, even through the nerves he had to undoubtedly be feeling.

“What do I do?” Gavin asked, pulling his fingers from Mark's ass.  He missed them when they were gone, but he was going to get something better.

Mark reached for Gavin and pulled him on top of him.  He kissed him hard, letting him feel how much Mark wanted this, and then whispered, “Your body knows what to do.”

And it did.  Gavin settled on top of him, and Mark parted his legs eagerly.  The younger man's hard, thick cock found the entrance to Mark's body, and then Mark had what he'd wanted for way too long.  Gavin's dick slid inside him, so hard and huge, stretching Mark open just as much as he'd known that it would.

He let out a soft, but heartfelt, groan, and Gavin stopped, his face worried.  Mark looked at him, realizing that he'd worried him, and he shook his head.

“No, baby, it's really good,” he assured him.  It had been awhile since Mark had been fucked, and it was utterly amazing.  “Don't stop, please.”

Gavin nodded with a relieved smile, and then he started to move again.  Soon, Mark had that perfect cock buried in him, and he clenched tightly around it, enjoying the little yelp of pleasure that Gavin gave.

Some people just had natural talent.  That was the only explanation for why a virgin could be so damn amazing at this.  That perfect dick rubbed against his prostate with every thrust, and the whole time, those gorgeous brown eyes gazed down at him, so much pleasure in them that Mark knew that he had been the one to put there.

“Faster, love, faster,” Mark prompted.  It had been so long since he'd let anyone penetrate him, and already, Gavin was working him up toward what was promising to be a stunning orgasm. 

Gavin shook his head.

“No, darlin',” he said, his drawl thicker than ever, sexy as hell.  “I can't.  I'm too damn close, it'll be over too soon.”

Mark nodded.  It had been awhile ago, yes, but he did remember the first time that he'd been inside someone.  It was intense, and he hadn't even loved them.   He could understand.

“Me too, baby,” Mark moaned, his hips rising up off the bed to meet every thrust of that cock inside him.  “I'm close, too.  Let's come together.”

With that permission given, it all happened very quickly.  Gavin's body stiffened and Mark got to watch as the man he loved came inside him, he got to see every nuance of pleasure on that expressive face.

When Mark felt the hot jets of come spurting inside him, he groaned and clutched onto Gavin tightly.  As his own orgasm hit him and swept him away, as he shot his fluids all over both of them, he felt strangely vulnerable for the first time ever during sex.

Gavin seemed to understand.  Still inside him, the younger man stroked Mark's long blond hair and whispered, “I love you,” and that reminder helped.

It was intense and powerful, being in love with the person he was sleeping with, but most definitely worth it.

Chapter Seventeen

Gavin

It was the last show of the month, and they were halfway through their tour.  Halfway through what had become the happiest time in Gavin's life, bar none.  It had been so amazing, being with Mark, playing music, having sex, getting closer each day.

Too bad it was all going to have to end.

What was going to happen after this tour?  That was what was starting to bother Gavin more and more these days, because he was pretty sure he already knew the answer.

He would go home, back to South Carolina.  Mark would go home, too, and then maybe they'd only ever see each other at awards shows.  After all, what was the other option?  Would Mark come home with him?  Would Gavin leave the only home he'd ever known to go with Mark?

For now, all he could see to do was enjoy this.  If this was a temporary thing, that was far better than not having it at all.  The future would come soon enough without him worrying about it.

Or that was the theory.  He worried, regardless of the fact that he knew it was a bad idea.  Why ruin this time, which was so close to perfect?

Honestly, though, as much as he tried not to worry about it, he wasn't quite in the best mood when he took the stage.  The crowd seemed restless, too, and everything just felt slightly off in a way that he'd never experienced while performing before.

Still, he was having a good time.  It was always fun to perform.  Gavin was a fairly quiet man but that didn't mean he didn't like the attention.

Then Mark came on to do their duets together, and everything else just melted away.  Seeing his handsome lover, Gavin couldn't think of anything else but him, but singing to him, but looking at him.  Even the roars of the crowd seemed to die down, inconsequential.

It happened very quickly.  One moment, Gavin was looking into Mark's gray eyes and seeing him look back.  The next, someone was flinging their way past the security and onto the stage, eyes huge and crazed.

Gavin felt the man's fingers, sweaty and trembling, on his face, and smelled the thick, cloying scent of beer radiating off of him.  Instinctively, he pulled back, flinching away from him.  He saw the anger on the man's face, and was deeply grateful when the security guard finally grabbed the guy and pulled him away from Gavin. 

Mark was watching, but he was a pro, and Gavin was glad for it.  He kept playing, even when Gavin stopped, though his eyes were tormented and Gavin knew that Mark didn't like watching him get mauled.

As the man was dragged away, his crazed eyes locked with Gavin's.

“You're a fucking fag,” he suddenly screamed.  The music was loud enough that Gavin should have hardly been able to hear him, but he could.  Every single word.  “Dirty little faggot,” the man screeched, and Gavin just stared as the man was dragged off, presumably out of the venue.  He couldn't even be angry.

After all, wasn't it true?

* * *

Afterward, Gavin would never be sure how he got through the two songs that were all he had left of his part of the concert.  Usually, it was so easy to get lost in Mark, to sing to him, but that had been tainted.

It all passed in a sort of a blur, and when it was over, Gavin stumbled offstage with none of his customary grace.  The stranger's words echoed in his head, over and over, deafening him to everything else.

Fag.  Faggot.  Wasn't it true?  He was going to have to go home in a month and face the people he knew and loved, knowing this about himself.

He'd always known he was attracted to guys, but he'd never done anything about it before.  He'd certainly never fallen in love with a man before.  For the first time, he thought about what this was really going to mean for him, but he couldn't be sure.

Quietly, standing off to the side, Gavin pulled out his phone.  A quick Google search told him all he really wanted to know.  The man who had run on stage was not alone in his opinions.

Gavin Cross and Mark Tisdale are totes gay for each other, lol!  Ewww!

Fuckin gay fags, should kick their asses!

Stupid queers, burn in hell motherfuckers!

Those were just a few of the things he saw within seconds of clicking the first link that came up.  There were more.  Far more, only a few of them anything more than homophobic slurs. 

Gavin wasn't used to this sort of thing.  He wasn't used to being the sort of person that anyone cared enough about to bother to spew that sort of hatred.  No one had ever warned him that he would have to grow a thicker skin.

Besides, those comments were just saying things that he'd already been thinking about himself, things that he'd been worried about his friends and family back home saying.

So he did the only thing that made any sense to him right then.  He ran.  If he'd been free to, he probably would have run all the way home.  Or maybe he wouldn't have, since, in the end, he didn't run very far, and he picked a place where Mark would undoubtedly find him.

* * *

In his hotel room, the one he shared with Mark, Gavin waited.  He told himself he wasn't waiting, but he was.  He told himself he was going to end this, that he was going to be the man that his family and friends back home thought he was, but even then, he knew better.

Eventually, he fell asleep, emotionally exhausted.  He slept lightly, and when the door opened, he raised his head groggily.

“Babe, where did you go?” he heard Mark's voice, and sat up in bed, looking at him, his eyes tormented.

“They think I'm a fag,” he said, “And you, too.”  He handed Mark his phone, which still had the website open where people were saying such horribly mean things.

Mark glanced at it, then tossed the whole thing aside irritably. 

“So what?” he said bluntly, while Gavin gaped at him.  “Who gives a shit if a bunch of idiots think that you're into guys?”

Gavin stared at him.  This was so hard to explain.  Sometimes he felt like he and Mark were from completely different planets, that he would have to actually explain something like this to him.  Anyone back home would understand.

“Besides,” Mark continued, and Gavin was stunned to see hurt developing in his gray eyes.  He was sort of used to thinking of Mark as carefree, someone who didn't have a lot of emotions, but he was seeing that he was very wrong in that.  “Aren't they right?  I mean, you're with me, aren't you?  We're both guys.  So you're into guys.”

It hadn't been put to him quite that bluntly.  He stared at Mark, struggling to figure out what he should say to that, when the other man continued on.

“Are you ashamed of me, baby?”

That one question felt like a punch, right to Gavin's stomach.  The pain he saw in Mark's eyes and heard in his voice was absolutely horrible, and he couldn't stand the fact that he'd been the one to put it there.

“I'm sorry,” he whispered, and meant it.  “I guess I am all the things they said about me.”  It was hard to admit, but what else could it be?  He sighed, rubbing his eyes, suddenly exhausted.

Mark looked at him shrewdly. 

“Is that all that's going on?” he asked, and Gavin, about to speak, realized that he was about to lie.  It wasn't all that was going on.

“I'm freaked out.  I'm going to go back home in a month and I'll have to face everyone and I won't even have you...”

Mark's face cleared up, and he settled down beside Gavin, putting an arm around him.

“Is that what you think, baby?  That this is just for the next month, and then I'll let you go?  Do you really think that?”

Gavin nodded, looking at him with sudden hope.  Was he implying what Gavin thought he was?  What Gavin hadn't even dared to allow himself to think?

Mark shook his head.

“Damn it, I thought you knew.  This is the first, and last, time I'm falling in love, baby.  This is forever.  You're not getting away from me, not next month, not next year.  Never.”

Gavin looked at him, then outright crawled onto his lap, feeling how big Mark's body was, how large and solid.  Smelling his scent, which was just as arousing as it was comforting.  This man had come to mean so much to him in such a short time.

“You mean it?” Gavin whispered.  He'd been trying so hard not to ruin this by clinging, but he'd been so uncertain.

Mark nodded.

“I mean it.  Forever.  That's all I'll accept,” he said firmly, and each word brought more peace to Gavin's troubled heart.

Maybe the problem wasn't actually being gay.  He could handle that if he had someone to help him.  Someone like Mark.  In fact, no one else would do, not ever.

He rested his head on Mark's shoulder, breathing in deeply, letting his tense body relax.  He toyed with the ends of Mark's soft blond hair, cuddling close against him.  Some horrible people on the internet didn't seem nearly as important anymore.  Not when Gavin had this, something so very pure and true and perfect.

In the end, nothing really mattered except this.  He'd gone on this tour to launch his career fully, and he'd done that.  He hadn't expected to fall in love, but it had happened.  He couldn't be more grateful for that, whether shallow, small-minded people objected or not.

He smiled, raising his head to look at the gorgeous man.  At his lover, the man who meant everything to him.

“Forever sounds perfect,” he murmured, then raised his head for the kiss that he knew was coming.