SIXTEEN

 

It wasn’t that Brad had a problem with any of the rest of the band because he didn’t. They were nice enough young men, and, Brad had been surprised to note, they didn’t have the swelled heads and ridiculous egos that a lot of people who had been thrust into the spotlight did.

No, they weren’t bad at all to be around, and they were even reasonably polite, even given their instinctive distrust of their manager, which was understandable given that their last one had stolen from them. But, on the other hand, they took up far too much of Aaron’s time for Brad to really, truly like them.

On the plane, for instance, Aaron had been watching Brad. He’d caught it out of his peripheral vision, but he thought that he would have noticed regardless. He could feel the weight, the pressure, of those remarkable eyes on him, and instantly, he’d been ready for what those eyes promised.

Until Ken had come over, and then Lance and Jamie, and Aaron was surrounded by his friends. And then, on top of that, they’d wanted Aaron to go out partying with them, a place that Brad couldn’t follow without it seeming very strange?

But then, by some miracle, as though Brad’s longing had somehow made it happen, Aaron was making his excuses. For just a moment, Jamie’s eyes fell on Brad, and Brad struggled to keep his face straight. That moment passed, and Jamie turned away to whisper something, probably something dirty, to his husband.

Whatever it was, it probably had nothing to do with Brad, and he slipped away while no one was looking at him. Aaron was just outside the venue, hidden from the crowds because he’d slipped out a side door, and the people would be waiting outside the other door, the one where the Lost Boys would exit the building.

For the moment, they were the only people in the world. Even though it was risky, Brad still reached for Aaron, offering him his hand, but giving him the choice if he wanted to take it, if he wanted to accept what Brad was offering.

Aaron’s fingers curled sweetly around Brad’s, and Brad used the grip to tug him close. He pushed Aaron’s slender body against the wall, feeling the flex and heat of his muscles, smelling his clean sweat, hiding Aaron’s body with his own as he lowered his head to kiss him.

Aaron even tasted of sweat, of salt, of heat, from his performance. Brad had never seen anything like it, and even though he had promised himself that he wouldn’t put too much pressure on Aaron, he couldn’t help but whisper against his lips.

“You were so good,” he told him fervently. “So damn good. You would make such a good solo act.”

When Brad looked down at Aaron, there was just the faintest flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, wasn’t there? Maybe he was actually thinking about what Brad wanted. They could make it work. Brad knew that they could, but then Aaron’s hungry lips were on Brad’s again, teasing them open, his tongue plunging into his mouth until all other thoughts fled out of his mind.

“Take me back to the hotel,” Aaron murmured, and maybe it was stupid, in fact, it almost certainly was, but Brad couldn’t help but be touched that Aaron was putting himself so completely into Brad’s hands. That he trusted him enough to get them back to the hotel, enough that he was busy reaching down, making it almost impossible for Brad to think as Aaron brushed his palm over the hardness which stretched out the front of Brad’s suit pants.

Fumbling out his phone, Brad strained to keep his voice under control as he made a call, arranged for a limo to come for them. The whole time, he could barely breathe, because Aaron had actually, daringly, right out there in the night air, slid open the zipper of Brad’s pants and slipped his burning hot fingers inside to toy with Brad’s cock directly.

Never, not in a million fantasies, would Brad have imagined that Aaron could be as bold as he was and that the remote ice king would actually dare to grip Brad’s cock, to stroke him, his fingers practically trailing sparks as he went. It seemed that Aaron had depths that didn’t often, Brad sensed, get tapped.

Still, if anyone came by, what would they see? The back of a man wearing a suit, that was all. Aaron’s body was completely hidden by Brad’s. So, for once, he let himself do the crazy thing, the impulsive thing. He thrust his hips, pumping his erection into Aaron’s hand, as he kissed him over and over again.

It was probably good that the car came when it did because Brad had just about reached the limits of his patience. He was just wondering where he could go to find another wall. One where he could pick Aaron up, feel his strong legs wrap around his waist as Brad slid inside of him.

It was begging for them to get caught, of course, but he was starting to think it would be worth the risk when he heard the car pulling up. With a soft groan, Brad reached down, gripping Aaron’s wrist and doing the absolute last thing that he wanted to do right then. He drew Aaron’s hand away from his throbbing dick and quickly trapped his cock back in his pants before turning around.

“Come on,” he whispered, his voice a little rough, his breathing uneven, but it was okay because Aaron was in the same state. Again, no one was there except for the driver, and in his experience, drivers knew how to keep their mouths shut. It was sort of a job requirement if they wanted to stay employed. So Brad wrapped his arm around Aaron’s waist and practically threw him into the limo, following him and letting the door be shut behind them.

It took just a second to close the privacy screen between them and the front, where the driver would sit, and while Brad did that, Aaron’s hands were immediately on him once more. His pants had been closed for less than a minute, Brad would estimate, before Aaron opened them once more.

Those full lips parted, a clever tongue teased at the thick head of Brad’s cock, testing it out, tasting him, before Brad felt the clamp of a demanding, eager mouth around him. With a gasp, Brad reached for Aaron’s bright head, feeling the sweat in his hair, falling down onto the seat with Aaron settling between Brad’s legs.

“Oh God, oh, fuck, Aaron,” Brad murmured. He wasn’t usually the type of guy to babble during sex, but Aaron’s mouth was far too skilled, far too talented, and just the fact that Aaron was sucking him off in the back of a limo was almost enough to make him shoot off, all on its own.

Aaron gave a soft moan of encouragement as Brad’s fingers locked into his hair, and the vibrations through his cock made Brad bolder, made him tug just a little bit as he pushed up, ass flexing up off of the plush seat.

“Good, that’s so good,” Brad moaned, gazing down into that pale, lovely face, watching the highly pornographic sight of his thick cock slipping between pretty pink lips. Aaron took it all, and he didn’t seem to mind that Brad was being a little rough with him. “I want you to touch yourself, baby, make yourself come for me.”

Aaron never even hesitated. Both hands darted down, tugging open the leather pants and pushing them down enough that Aaron’s dick sprung free, fully hard and swollen, the head purple and slick with his own fluids. Slender fingers wrapped around that shaft and Aaron jerked himself desperately, each movement only seemed to spur on the movement of his lips on Brad.

It wasn’t a long trip to the hotel where they were staying, but that wasn’t going to be a problem, Brad knew. Aaron’s hand, the one that wasn’t stroking himself, was on the heaviness of Brad’s balls, toying with the sensitive skin there as they moved together.

“Come for me,” Brad urged, barely recognizing his own hoarse, eager voice. His whole body was tight, right on the very brink, and they were pulling up to the hotel. In just a few moments, they would be expected to step out of the limo, and it was vital that Aaron come before then …

With a low, rough cry, muffled by Brad’s cock, Aaron did come, spilling all over his hand. The scent of his fluids and the sound and feel of that cry was more than enough for Brad, and he groaned as he gripped the back of Aaron’s head and drove once more inside of him, spurting his come deep.

Just in time, too. They only had enough time to pull themselves back together, for Brad to grab Aaron’s sticky hand and suck his come off of those slender fingers. Then the door was opening, and, just barely decent again, Brad stepped out, followed by Aaron, who looked somewhat rumpled but who would expect anything else after the show that the young man had just put on?

“I hope you don’t think I’m done with you,” Brad murmured as they waited for the elevator. He was rewarded by a look that would have had Aaron pinned against the elevator wall if only there weren’t other people riding up with them.

Could those people feel the tension between them? Could they tell how much Brad still wanted the gorgeous young man at his side? It seemed like it would be impossible to miss, but no one even gave them a second look. Well, more accurately, no one even gave Brad a second look. Aaron, with his distinctive fire engine red hair, him they looked at plenty.

It was probably good that the people here seemed to be too polite to harass Aaron because Brad wasn’t sure that he had the patience to sit around as Aaron made polite small talk and signed autographs. Still, it seemed to take forever for the elevator to rise up the few floors to where the Lost Boys had their suite of rooms.

Brad’s room wasn’t part of the suite, because he didn’t think that he could get away with that, but he was just next door. His room seemed to be the safest because while he had the idea that the rest of the Lost Boys would be out for hours yet, it was better safe than sorry when you were trying to keep a relationship secret.

As Brad’s fingers, usually so deft and sure, tried to plug the key card into the reader to open the door, Aaron came up behind him, and this time, it was Brad that was trapped. Trapped between the door, which stubbornly refused to open, and Aaron’s hard aroused body. He even felt the bulge in Aaron’s pants which stated that Aaron very definitely wasn’t done with Brad any more than Brad was done with him.

In all of his life, Brad hadn’t thought that he would find himself in a position where he was intrigued by something hard against his ass. He was a top, and he had always been a top, and that was the way he had always liked it. So then why was he wondering what it would be like if they weren’t wearing clothes, and Aaron was where he was?

To feel the thickness of the other man’s impressive cock slip between the cheeks of his ass. He knew that Aaron would make it good for him if it was possible to, and the whole thing was highly intriguing and also terrifying, pretty much in equal measure.

Once, he would have been willing to swear that he would never be interested in this. Things were changing, far too quickly, and Brad actually felt himself pushing back toward the younger man behind him, groaning softly as his fingers fumbled with the card. And then, just to make it worse, Aaron’s fingers were once more on Brad’s cock, rubbing at him in a way that meant there could be no doubt that Brad was hard, that part of him liked the fact that Aaron was pressed up against him from behind.

Aaron didn’t mock him for it, though, as Brad realized that he had half expected to happen. Even though it had to be obvious to someone as perceptive as Aaron was, he didn’t make fun of Brad for it.

“When you’re ready,” was all that Aaron said, and Brad recognized the tone of voice. It was one that Brad had used on Aaron just earlier that night when he’d told Aaron after the concert that he still thought Aaron would be an amazing solo artist.

When you’re ready. That was it, exactly. They would both do these things that made them a little bit uncomfortable when they were ready. And for the first time, Brad found himself actually believing that that might happen someday. At least for him, he had no real idea about Aaron.

The door clicked open, and finally, he and Aaron were alone together, really, truly, blissfully alone. There was no driver, no time limit. They could be together all night if they wanted to, and the way that Brad was feeling at the moment, all night sounded pretty much perfect.

Or forever …

Okay, now. Where the hell had that thought come from? Forever was not a word that he should be using, even to himself, when he was talking about a relationship that was a secret, and that had a built-in time limit. Although even if Aaron did leave, did that mean that they couldn’t be together? Maybe it would even be easier …

Brad’s thoughts whirled around his head, racing from one to the other, restless and far less organized than usual. This, then, was what Aaron did to him. Threw his orderly world into disarray, and somehow made it so that Brad didn’t even come close to minding.

At that moment, Brad almost threw it all out in the open. He almost opened his lips and told Aaron that he was in love with him, that he wanted to be with him all the time, that he was scared to lose him when this tour was over.

But in the end, fear won out. Aaron pressed his lips against Brad’s, and they fell onto the couch, not even able to make it across the room to the bed, and Brad pulled the familiar feeling of intense desire around himself. That, he could handle. The movements of their bodies together, the way that they both seemed to know exactly how to touch the other to make them go wild, that was comfortable and familiar and something that he could definitely handle.

Kissing, hands all over each other, they finally were able to give in to the desire that Brad knew that they had both been dealing with since they’d left the United States. And by kissing, by keeping their lips pressed close together as Brad rolled on top of Aaron, he was able to keep himself from blurting out the words that he had never said before, not to anyone. Never even been tempted to, but he felt them for Aaron.