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“Can I get a to-go box,” Ritchie asked the waitress when she passed, never taking his eyes from the hand Finn had on Evin’s hip.

“Seriously, Myer? I’m about to tap you like a fucking oil drill and you’re thinking about your stomach? It should be your ass you’re worried about, bro.”

The images Finn’s naughty words brought to mind caused Evin’s belly to flutter and his dick to twitch. Oh yeah, he’d like to see that, but the vision and hope was dashed when Ritchie responded.

“Ain’t nobody sticking their drills in my ass. Got it, bro?” Ritchie asked, pointing at first Finn and then Evin.

“Aww, c’mon,” Finn purred. “You know you want the sausage. You’ve been eyeing it all night.”

“Yeah, well, you’re going to have to hide yours in Evin. I’ll be enjoying mine as a little post-blow-job snack.”

I’m game.
Evin didn’t say that out loud, though, partially due to the fact that the waitress had returned with the to-go box and partly because his mouth had gone dry with the thought.

Ritchie’s postorgasmic meal packed, the three of them downed their drinks and made their way back to the hotel, the glow of the high-proof beer like sunshine in Evin’s veins. Or maybe that happy kick was because Finn couldn’t go for more than a few seconds without reaching out with some part of him to touch Evin as they walked. His mirth could have been Ritchie’s crass yet so fucking hot comments that kept him laughing
and
turned-on. Or maybe it was how they ended up in a room on a different floor than Miah, because Ritchie was a planner like that, and instead of going straight into it, Ritchie stripped Finn and Evin, then laughed when he handed them their guitar and bass and insisted on seeing them actually
rock out with their cocks out
.

Evin was in tears he was laughing so hard.

Then Ritchie grabbed his sticks and joined in with them and for a while they just played. It was like a normal practice. Except without Miah—and naked.

Naked. Band. Practice.

Evin had no idea what he’d been signing up for when he joined Rez. But it was the happiest he’d been ever. He was about to get a whole lot happier considering Finn was now standing at the end of the king-size bed with his hands on his hips and his hard cock straining upward.

Evin shivered with anticipation.

B
ODY
ZINGING
,
Finn stared down at his bandmates. Ritchie to his left, Evin to his right, both of them naked with a space between them that begged to be filled. Ritchie was stroking himself with his right hand, his left tucked behind his head. Evin was propped up on his elbow facing Ritchie, tracing the tattoo on Ritchie’s collarbone—an engine surrounded by three chrome pipes shaped into hearts—absently, but his gaze roved over Finn’s body as he licked his lips. Finn wondered if Evin realized the significance of the tattoo he was tracing. Ritchie had gotten it when he was eighteen; it represented the Detroit 3’s friendship and how it was formed in a hot and noisy car plant. Perhaps it was time for a new symbol, one that included the Detroit 3 and Evin.

Finn forced his gaze from the tattoo and focused on the two men before him. Their brief buzz was gone, but a heady arc of expectation thrummed between them. All their bravado over drinks appeared to have dissipated slightly, the excitement and anticipation instead infused with nervous energy. Both Evin and Ritchie seemed to be waiting for permission to begin.

“You can touch yourself too, Ev,” Finn prompted, but he didn’t climb onto the bed yet.

“Or I can help him out,” Ritchie proposed with a wicked slant to his smile.

Finn locked eyes with Evin. “You want Ritchie to kiss you?”

With the craziness of touring, making music, practice, and promo, Finn didn’t have the time to spend savoring instead of just getting off. Unlike Miah, he couldn’t head out to a bar and fuck the first person who smiled his way. He had to be careful.

But tonight he didn’t have to be careful or rush.

Evin nodded. “Want to kiss you too.” He held out his hand. “Climb on.”

Finn knelt on the edge of the bed and took Ev’s hand. He watched as Evin leaned over Ritchie and brought their lips together. That first contact was like the gun at the start of a race. Finn put one hand over Ritchie’s cock, jacking him off, then gave the same treatment to Evin’s dick, stroking them both.

Ritchie pulled off of Evin’s lips with rasped out
fuck
as Finn worked him over. Finn leaned over and smashed Evin’s lips to his, licking into him, Evin moaning as they explored each other’s mouths. Finn could taste a hint of Evin’s mint toothpaste beneath the dark beer. There was also a hint of something wild and untamed that caused a spark to ignite on his tongue—the excitement of a first long-awaited kiss. It was even better than Finn had imagined, and he moaned his pleasure into Evin’s mouth.

Ritchie and Evin arched into each other, into Finn’s hands, moans escaping them when Finn tightened his grip. Finn ended the kiss slowly, catching his breath while he slid his lips against Evin’s. One last press and he turned his head and spent a little time exploring Ritchie’s mouth in kind. The taste and scent of Ritchie hadn’t changed much through the years—clean, like Dove and the lemon wipes he carried everywhere with him—and Finn’s cock was already programmed to respond to lavender because of that damn soap Evin used in the shower every morning, but he had to taste Evin. He wanted to bury his nose in Evin’s crotch and lick him base to tip so he could drive himself mad with the knowledge.

He dipped down and took Ritchie’s cock into his mouth. He wanted Evin’s desire to grow, build out of control, while he watched what Finn was about to do to him. Ritchie bucked into Finn’s mouth, fucking him deep because he knew Finn could take it. There was a sharp inhalation of breath, and Finn looked up to see Evin staring at him.

Without taking his eyes from Evin, Finn swirled his tongue slowly, seductively around Ritchie’s cockhead, dipping the tip into the small slit, causing Ritchie to groan. “You want my mouth on you, don’t you?”

Ev bit at his bottom lip, nodding, and Finn didn’t hesitate to move over and swallow Evin down. Finn couldn’t find fault in the guys who enjoyed the more feminine aspects of some men, but that wasn’t what got him fired up and blowing off. Yes, there was that hint of lavender, but Evin was sweat and a hint of bitter in the spunk that Finn licked from the slit. Evin’s thighs flexed beneath Finn’s fingertips, trembling slightly as if he was holding back.

“Fuck his mouth, Ev,” Ritchie instructed. “He can take it.”

Finn took Evin’s cock deep into his throat, burying his nose in the short hairs around his cock and inhaling deeply. There was movement above him and the sounds of Ritchie and Evin kissing again, so Finn grabbed hold of Evin, digging his fingers into the soft flesh of his hips and spurring Evin forward.

“Shit,” Ritchie rumbled. “You two are going to make me come just like this. I don’t want to come yet. Fuck, not yet.”

“How do you want us?” Evin asked, his voice cracking as Finn took him deep one more time.

Ritchie lay on his back. “Come on, Ev. Straddle my face. Want to taste your ass while Finn blows you.”

Fuck, Finn was going to explode at just the thought of that position. He swiped his tongue up Evin’s cock, then sat back on his heels as he watched Ritchie scoot to the middle of the bed. Evin swung his leg over Ritchie, facing Finn. Evin arched his back and closed his eyes, a deep moan rumbling from his chest as Ritchie spread his cheeks and licked his ass. Ritchie ran his hands over Evin’s hips, cupping his balls and making Evin’s dick bounce. Finn straddled Ritchie’s legs at just the right spot so his dick rubbed against Ritchie’s. He leaned forward and kissed up Evin’s taut neck, then put a hand at the back of Evin’s neck to bring him into a kiss.

Finn had thought tasting Evin’s dick was irresistible, but Evin’s lips were even more intoxicating.

“Fuck, Finn. Ritchie’s tongue—” He gasped and opened his eyes, those hazel eyes blown out. Pleading. “I need you to finish me off.”

He didn’t want to look away, but he needed to have Evin’s cum on his tongue and sliding down his throat, needed to give Evin exactly what he’d asked for.

Finn took his cock and Ritchie’s into his hand and leaned down to take Evin’s prick into his mouth. He set a slow rhythm with his hand and mouth. Ritchie bucked into his fist, sliding their cocks together, and Evin pushed farther into his mouth. It was Evin’s guttural moans that filled the hotel room, careening Finn into desperation.

Ritchie went first, his body bowing, cum sliding through Finn’s fingers, slicking his movements. Ritchie’s hand brushed along Finn’s chin as Ritchie squeezed Evin’s balls, and as soon as Evin’s cock began to pulse, Finn fisted his own cock and let go, riding the waves that wracked his body as Evin came down his throat.

Evin collapsed forward, and Finn took him into his arms, kissing him and rolling them off to the other side of the bed.

“I’ve got jizz all over me, man,” Ritchie lamented and rolled out of bed.

“Hey,” Finn protested with a grin as he reluctantly stopped kissing Evin. “I swallowed all of Ev’s. There could’ve been more.”

Evin was on his back, spread-eagle, his forearm over his eyes when he started to laugh. The sound rolled through him and made Finn smile. Evin peeked out at Finn. “That you and Ritchie cowrote the Rez track ‘The Devil’s Rim’ takes on a whole new meaning.”

Finn chuckled as he propped himself up on one elbow. “That is behind-the-scenes info that’s really exclusive.” He pointed to the nightstand where the corner of his jeans had snagged and they now hung from the table. “Can you get me a lollipop from my pocket?”

“What’s with all the suckers anyway?”

Finn unwrapped the sucker and popped it in his mouth. “Oral fixation.”

Evin’s eyes went wide. “Oh my God, you’re serious.”

“Quite.”

“How the hell does Miah not know you’re gay?”

“’Cause I don’t want him to. Making a joke about sucking a dick and actually sucking one are two very different things to him.” Finn shook his head, a chill seeping into his bones. He pulled the sheet over him and Evin, settling the fabric around Evin’s waist so Finn could still get his hands on skin. “You don’t understand, Ev. What you saw in Berlin with Miah? That’s kittenish compared to how he would flip if he found out about what just happened. It’s not like the subject of dude on dude comes up much, but when it does, Miah is damn clear on where he stands on the issue.”

“His dad is the same way,” Ritchie added as he walked by and tossed a washcloth on Evin’s stomach. “He’s totally influenced by his dad’s homophobia. He’s got the whole pleasing Daddy thing going on.”

Finn shot Ritchie a hard glare and shook his head. Ritchie knew better than to be sharing shit that wasn’t his to share. Evin was part of them now, part of the family, but it was still Miah’s place to say anything and he would in his own time.

Evin was dumbfounded. “You’re his best friends.”

“And as long as Rez is playing together, he won’t know I’m gay or that Ritchie is”—Finn waved his hands in a circle, trying to encompass the vastness of who Ritchie was and failing to find the right word—“whatever he is. I’d advise you to take the same approach.”

“That’s fucked-up, but I’ll follow your lead. You know him better than I do. Though I’m not great at the whole lying thing, just to warn you.”

“Finn is,” Ritchie said. “And I’m good at knowing when to keep my mouth shut. Usually,” he grumbled under his breath and gave Finn one of those looks that said I’m sorry.

Ritchie was effectively chastised so Finn let it go. “Or open, as the case may be,” Finn cracked and cleaned up the remnants of spunk on him and Ev. He threw the cloth onto the floor and settled his palm on Evin’s chest. He slid his fingers down, Evin’s muscles contracting with the touch, a contented sigh leaving his lips that set Finn’s heart pounding. Touching Evin like this was sure to become his favorite part of being on tour. “Speaking of, let Evin and me take advantage of that big mouth while we’ve still got time.”

CHAPTER NINE

Athens

M
OUNT
L
YCABETTUS
blotted out the midnight sky above Athens with the Parthenon fully lit. The bones of the former temple were a cultural stronghold the city circled around. Still standing over 1500 years after it had first been built, it was a testament to how long something could endure when valued. A half-moon, which Evin tracked as he lounged next to the rooftop pool, crested above the horizon. There were no stars to be seen, the lights of the city burning a hole into the darkness. The postconcert party had moved down to the penthouse suite an hour ago, Miah leading the way with a pint of ouzo in his belly, his arms slung over two voluptuous dark-haired women, and a veritable harem following with Sid in tow. Miah would be the one to take on the dexterity challenge of two hands and all those tits. Their departure had left him, Finn, and Ritchie alone, and it wasn’t the splendor of the ancient city lit up at night that kept Evin enthralled.

He no longer had to hide his appreciation of Finn’s lean, muscular body clad in nothing but a loose fitting pair of swim trunks. Finn stood on the pool’s edge, stretched his arms up over his wet body as he prepared to dive in again, and Evin didn’t even try to hide the evidence of his growing arousal as it tented his shorts.

Tipping back his beer, Evin took a long pull, wetting his dry throat, his gaze never leaving Finn as he sliced through the water. Fuck, he couldn’t wait for another chance to get his hands on that hard, firm body.

“Geronimo!”

Evin pulled his gaze away from Finn just in time to see Ritchie in a cannonball position, his bare nut sac hanging down, before he sent up a large spray of water, inches from where Finn’s head popped up.

“What the fuck, man?” Finn spit and sputtered as he wiped the water from his face. “Hey!” he hollered but was cut off when he was pulled beneath the water.