Ruin Porn (30 page)

Alessandra was curled up to his side, her hand on his thigh while the management-paid photogs flashed off pics for a backstage exclusive. This postconcert wrap-up was as fake as his feelings for his “girlfriend.” It was one thing to lie for a little publicity; hell, he didn’t even mind that she was Rez’s opening act for the Australia concerts, but dammit there had to be some things that only he and the rest of the guys shared.

He was fucking done with being a fucking puppet manipulated to line someone else’s pockets with more money. And that Evin had already been able to ditch Emma seemed patently unfair to Finn. On the verge of rage-inducing, in fact.

“Not tonight,” Finn said adamantly.

“Aww, c’mon, baby,” Alessandra purred and kissed his neck.

Finn gritted his teeth and detangled himself from Alessandra. “No, we’re not doing this.”

Evin turned away, picking at a hangnail and shutting down, which was exactly the problem. Somewhere between Holi and Australia, the fire in Evin had flared out. He wasn’t the shy version of himself he’d been when they first brought him into Rez. He was just… dulled down. Flat.

He had to do something about how fucking disconnected they all were. All they had was each other, and if they lost that…?

Ritchie’s face fell. “I just thought—”

“I know what you thought,” Finn interrupted and slung his arm over Ritchie’s shoulder, pulling him close and kissing his forehead. “It was a good idea—
is
a good idea—but I think it’s time we celebrated our badassness in a more meaningful way.”

“Orgy?” Miah suggested, pulling away from the full tits of the blonde straddling him just long enough to speak before diving back in.

“No, you fuckboy,” Finn chided him, but made sure to keep his tone light and teasing. “How about you put your dick away and spend a little time with the rest of us for a change?”

“Less satisfying,” Miah grumbled with his face buried in boobs.

Finn curled his hands into fists, tucking them beneath his armpits to keep from popping Miah in his arrogant head.

No doubt sensing shit was about to turn bad, Ritchie blocked Finn’s view of Miah. “What did you have in mind?”

Finn held Ritchie’s gaze for a moment as he grappled with his feelings. Shit. Finn was a major part of the problem too. He’d been relying on Ritchie to defuse shit between him and Miah for too long now. He wanted to go back to the years before they hit it big. It was impossible to do, but dammit, why did they always have to end up in a fight, slinging angry words at each other?

After a long tense moment, Finn huffed out a frustrated breath. “Let’s do something, anything, but just the four of us.” Finn stared at Ritchie, trying to telegraph just how badly he needed to get away. Ritchie would get how important this was. For all of them. “You feeling me?”

Ritchie gave a sad smile. “Yeah, bro. I’m feeling you.”

Evin’s head snapped up at the tone of Ritchie’s response. He looked between Ritchie and Finn. “I’m in. You want to go get some grub, have a few drinks?”

“Too many people. I’m tired of being on display tonight.” Finn cut his gaze to the photographers. “You got any ideas, Ritchie?”

“Kangaroo wrestling?” he offered with a smirk.

Finn playfully swatted him upside his head. “That would be memorable, but let me think about it. Fuck no!”

“Alright, alright,” Ritchie laughed. “It was just a thought. So what? You thinking something more along the lines of a ‘getting drunk and waking up with a tattoo you have no idea how you got it’ kind of celebration?”

Finn pointed at Ritchie and grinned. “That is a great fucking idea!”

“I was kidding,” Ritchie insisted. Finn tilted his head, his lip curling. Ritchie punched Finn in the arm. “I know that look, dude. No! We are
not
waking up with bad ink in the morning.”

“Why does it have to be bad? I’d love to see ink on this blank canvas.” Evin’s gaze flitted to Finn’s body, and he licked his lips. It was the most genuine reaction Finn had seen from him in days.

Finn had been thinking about tattoos lately; this was far from a whim. He knew exactly what he wanted and where he wanted to put it—somewhere his mum wouldn’t see it and Evin could view it all he wanted—in private.

“Then it’s settled. Let’s go,” Finn announced and headed for the door. “Ritchie, grab the whore.”

“Shit,” Ritchie muttered, cocking his head as if he was trying to figure out how to untangle Miah from the limbs wrapped around him. Finn laughed as Ritchie yelled, “Miah! Let’s ride.”

“N
O
!” M
IAH
crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the counter with a defiant look. “Not just no, but
hell no
.”

“Aww, c’mon, Miah, it’s a cool idea,” Evin coaxed.

“I don’t want any more ink. I’m done,” Miah insisted.

Lying on his stomach on the tattoo artist’s cot, Finn folded his arms and rested his head on them. “Then you can sit down and watch the rest of us get ours. Be the odd man out.”

“Whoa, dude!” Finn yelped and jerked up.

“It’s just an alcohol swab,” Dominic explained.

“Yeah, well, warn a guy next time,” Finn complained and laid his head back down and took a deep breath, his heart nearly leaping out of his chest.

“Be a brave little boy and I’ll get you a lollipop,” Ritchie teased.

“Go away, Myer,” Finn growled. He didn’t need a damn lollipop. He had three of them in his pocket.

“Need someone to hold your hand?” Evin offered.

“Yes.” Finn grabbed Evin’s hand, pulled it under his, and held on tight.

“Damn, not so hard,” Evin complained.

“Shut up, Ev,” Finn demanded and closed his eyes, trying really, really fucking hard not to jump to his feet and bolt.

“Ready?” Dominic asked.

No.
“Yeah, let’s do—OW!” Finn screamed and squeezed Evin’s hand even harder.

Finn gritted his teeth, ignored the laughter echoing off the walls of the small shop, and held his breath as searing pain bloomed on his right hip and ran right down to his fucking toes.

Whose great idea was this any-fucking-way? Oh yeah, his own tat-virgin’s dumb ass.

“Alright, alright. If the pasty-ass Irish dude can do this, then I suppose I can too,” Miah conceded.

Finn looked up at his three best friends. At least they all were smiling for once.

T
HE
STIFLING
heat of the day had given way to a warm, comfortable breeze as sunset came on. For the first time since the international tour had begun—and with the fresh-ink high still running through his veins—Evin was completely at ease. As a band they’d kicked ass and left the Rezors more than satisfied by the end of the show yesterday, but even better, he, Ritchie, and Finn were kicked back on the balcony of their hotel, sharing laughs and booze without any of the tension arcing between them that had seemed so prevalent as of late. There was plenty
else
swirling around them, none of which was unpleasant.

“I can’t believe Miah ditched us for pussy again,” Finn grumbled. “So much for male bonding time.”

“The guy really needs to be reminded of the importance of bros before hos,” Evin sniffed.

“Maybe you stressed him out,” Ritchie suggested.

Finn gaped. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”

“I know
I
was stressed watching you. I would have sworn your Irish ass couldn’t get any paler, Reese, but I was wrong,” Ritchie laughed. “I was mentally running through the steps of CPR while watching you get inked. Thought for sure you were gonna code.”

“Fuck you, Myer. I wasn’t that bad.”

“Ha! Right. While Ritchie was doing his CPR refresher course, I was wondering if I could pull off playing one-handed for the rest of my career,” Evin countered. “You nearly crushed my money-makers, man.”

“Fuck you both,” Finn growled, but the smirk on his face softened his harsh words and he tried to hide behind the vodka bottle as he tipped it up to his lips.

“Ain’t nobody fucking me,” Ritchie said adamantly. “But, I’ll be more than happy to watch ol’ Evin here fuck you. Or however you two want to work me in.”

His beer bottle halfway to his mouth, Evin froze even while his body began to heat. Since Evin and Finn had been banned from rooming together, the watchful eyes of Sid and the clusterfuck with beards, they hadn’t had any opportunities for hookups. Evin was more than up for it, but was Finn? Evin slowly brought the bottle to his lips and glanced toward Finn to see what his reaction to Ritchie’s statement would be.

Finn was staring at him with equal parts lust and indecision shining in his stunning green eyes. It was a level of vulnerability Evin had rarely witnessed in the cocksure man.

With the combination of Finn’s raw openness and Evin’s need to touch Finn again under any circumstances, Evin swallowed down his own hesitancy and said, “I’m in.”

“You sure, Ev?” Finn asked, his voice quiet, staring at Evin as if he was searching for the truth in Evin’s answer.

Evin guzzled the rest of his beer and set the bottle aside. He was more interested in getting Finn on his own, but he hadn’t been able to bring that subject up yet. There was a current offer on the table that allowed him to get his hands on Finn, even if it was with a third person. The three of them worked—knew how to get each other off—and he damn sure wasn’t going to give Ritchie or Finn the opportunity to change their minds.

He pushed up out of his chair and headed into the hotel room, tossing over his shoulder, “Last one naked has to clean up the mess.”

With the flurry of clothing being thrown around the room after that, Evin couldn’t say who was the last one naked and he didn’t give a fuck, not with Ritchie in the center of the bed on his knees and Finn leaning down to kiss the head of Ritchie’s cock. Heart hammering in his chest, Evin took a moment while he stroked himself to enjoy the sight before him.

Ritchie, as horny as Evin was if his rock-hard erection was any indication, went to grab a fistful of Finn’s jet-black hair but stopped. “You sure you two want me here?”

Finn didn’t look to Evin first before he answered with a laugh. “Yeah, man. Bros before hos.”

“You okay with it too, Ev?”

Although watching Finn wrap those sweet lips around Ritchie’s dick was hot as hell, Evin wished it was just the two of them. Then he could take his time with Finn, savor every touch, every sound, wished he could look into Finn’s eyes as he fucked him, but he pushed down the sentiment and stepped up close. “Yeah, Ritchie.”

He traced his finger around the dark ink of their shared tat that stood out in sharp contrast to the reddened area surrounding it. He didn’t dare touch it, although he ached to. He wanted so badly to press his lips to the permanent symbol of their bond. He settled for placing a small kiss to Finn’s ass cheek just below the ink and grinned when Finn wiggled his ass invitingly.

“There’s a surprise for you in the bedside table, Ev,” Ritchie moaned without taking his eyes from his cock sliding in and out of Finn’s mouth.

Curious, Evin pulled open the drawer and burst out laughing. “What the fuck, man?” he asked, holding up a condom and a big bottle of Astroglide.

Finn pulled off Ritchie’s dick with a loud pop and looked over his shoulder and broke out laughing too. “Miah will fucking de-nut you if he finds out you swiped that.”

“He has a case of that shit, he’s not going to miss one. Now where were we?” Ritchie asked and grabbed Finn’s hair.

“Pushy bastard,” Finn grumbled but opened his mouth wide, and Ritchie shoved himself deep.

Evin wasted no time rolling on the condom and coating it with a liberal amount of lube. He tossed the bottle aside and ran a finger down the crease of Finn’s ass, loving the way he pushed back into his touch. Evin laid one hand on Finn’s hip, holding him still as he slid a single finger into his ass. Finn moaned his approval around Ritchie’s dick.

“Fuck, do that again,” Ritchie gritted out. “I can feel it vibrate right down to my balls.”

Evin worked his finger slowly in and out of Finn’s ass, spreading the lube until Finn began swaying. The moaning got louder, and Evin added a second one.

“C’mon, man,” Ritchie gritted out. “Want to see you fuck him. You two are so fucking beautiful together.”

Evin tilted his head and studied Ritchie, dumbfounded. Ritchie normally just hinted at what he wanted, rarely being the most talkative one of the three of them.

“You’re about to blow, huh?” Evin teased.

Ritchie’s lip twitched like he was holding back a grin even while he snapped his hips and fucked Finn’s mouth. “Better catch up, or you’ll be doing without.”

“Don’t you fucking dare,” Evin warned.

Ritchie’s grin grew knowingly as Evin grabbed his sheathed dick and pressed the head against Finn’s ass. Finn obviously was as ready as Ritchie because he shoved his ass back hard, taking Evin deep within his body.

He needn’t had to worry about catching up. The way Finn’s ass clamped down on Evin’s cock, the way he was greedily choking on Ritchie’s dick, and the blissed-out expression on Ritchie’s handsome face was like a sensory overload that went straight to Evin’s groin.

He set up a hard and fast pace, his body demanding it as his gaze bounced from Finn’s bobbing head, Ritchie’s face, and his ruddy cock sliding in and out of Finn’s ass.

All three of them had been denied this for far too long. There was no way it was going to last. Just as he thought it, Ritchie threw his head back and cried out as he pumped his load down Finn’s throat. Evin reached around and grabbed Finn’s cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts, and the instant Finn tensed and the first shot of cum fountained over Evin’s fist, he erupted into the condom. Evin continued to thrust until the last drip seeped from his body and then collapsed onto Finn’s sweat-covered back. He buried his face into the back of Finn’s neck, inhaling the sugary-sweet scent of Finn into his lungs with each panting breath.

“Finn’s the only one who made a mess, he gets to clean up,” Ritchie commented and half rolled, half fell out of the bed.