Chapter Eleven

The knock on my door woke me up. It was not gentle or calm. Someone was practically trying to hammer my door down. I doubted that there was much else that could have made me drag my sorry ass out of bed, though, so whoever it was knew what they were doing.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” I called out.

I shoved the key into the lock and wrenched open the door to my suite. I did not expect Thomas to be standing there. He was disheveled, his hair a mess and his clothes slightly wrinkled. I could not judge, given that I had fallen asleep fully dressed.

“Thomas,” I said. My surprise came through my tone of voice. “What are you –”

He did not let me finish my question. I had been about to ask him what he was doing at the hotel. Thomas shoved past me and walked into the room. My eyes followed him, eyes wide. I shut the door behind him. He paced up and down the room a few times and I got the idea that the reason his hair was such a mess was because of the way he kept running his hands through it.

“Okay, look, I don’t want to leave things the way that we left them.”

I stared at Thomas. “Nor do I,” I whispered.

I was not sure if he heard me but the look on his face told me he did. He shook his head and made his way over to me. I half expected him to punch me or something. Instead, he hugged me. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in for a bear hug. I was right. He was like a giant teddy bear. I hugged him back, resting my chin on his shoulder and closing my eyes.

“Look, I accept that you aren’t ready, okay? I know that you don’t actually want to be stuck in this whole thing with your label. I completely overreacted.” Thomas said. He pulled back to look at me. “I’m so sorry.”

“Do you know why I left all those years ago?” I asked him.

It was about time that I told someone. No one knew what had really happened except for me and my parents. No one had been around. The only person I could have told was Thomas and by that point, I had not felt like he was someone that I could call.

I had not wanted to move on from him. In fact, I pined over him for several years. Many of the band’s most popular songs had been written with him in mind and no one knew that. I had simply told Jake, the only person to ask, that it was an old flame he never knew about.

“Do you want to tell me?”

I walked over to the sofa. I gestured for Thomas to take a seat and he did. I followed suit. I had to think about what it was that I wanted to say. We lived in a world where being accepted was more common than not nowadays. It was difficult to believe that there were people who were still against love if it was not what they had in mind. Still, it was a problem. There were still fights about it. We still had people fighting for equal rights.

It baffled me.

“My mom and dad kicked me out because they could not accept that I loved you. I always made a big issue out of bringing you home to my house. Do you remember that?”

“Yeah,” Thomas nodded. “I do remember that.”

“Well, the truth was that I didn’t want you to have to deal with it. Whenever I went to your house, your parents were always so sweet to me. I never wanted you to experience what I did.”

“Your parents were against you being gay?”

“Yeah. I mean, they actually sent me to a Catholic school in the hopes that the fathers and stuff would you know, kind of force it out of me. They made out like there was something wrong with me.”

“Myles…” Thomas sighed. He moved closer to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. “It was not your fault. You could have called me any time. You know that, right?”

I shrugged. “I know that now. I didn’t know that back then. I felt like I had lost you for good.”

“I loved you for years after you and I split, Myles.”

I turned to look at him. His brown eyes, always so sharp and intelligent, looked honest and genuine at that moment. “I wrote almost every love song for you.”

“Oh, almost?” He said, mockingly.

“I made up some of them when I had like, no inspiration. You were my biggest inspiration, though. I… I could never tell anyone.”

We sat there for a while, neither of us saying anything. I rested my head on his shoulder. I was unsure of what would happen. I did not know if we were going to be able to move forward. More than anything, I did not want to lose him. I was happy to sit there with him forever. Of course, things did not work that way.

“I don’t know if I ever stopped loving you,” Thomas suddenly said. He whispered it. I would have missed it if I had not been sitting so close to him.

There was something that felt like I should keep to myself but it was the last thing that I wanted to do. I felt my heart swell in my chest at his words. Everything inside me felt like it was warm. There was fire running through my veins and everything was tingling like electricity had been thrown in there, too.

I pulled Thomas onto my lap. He must have had the same thought that I had because he wrapped his arms around my neck and rested his knees on either side of my thighs, effectively straddling me. Our lips connected and I sighed into his mouth. I closed my eyes and lost myself to the feeling of Thomas. Even several years later, he still felt like coming home to me.

“I just have to say,” Thomas said as he broke away breathlessly. “I really do want to be with you.”

“I really want to be with you, Thomas. I do.”

“Okay, good,” Thomas said. His lips were on mine again before anything else could be added.

After a while, I was starting to get uncomfortable. I was starting to get hard, my cock starting to strain against the front of my jeans. I cupped my hands onto Thomas’ ass. I stroked it through the jeans, appreciating the toned feel of it. I stood up, carrying him. Thomas made a small moan into my mouth but did not break free from the kiss. He wrapped his legs around my waist and I began to walk to the bedroom.

I dropped Thomas on the bed.

In the back of my mind, I had the thought of the interconnecting doors. Thomas’ mouth moved against mine, coaxing my lips open with his own, and his tongue darted into my mouth. I groaned against him.

Thomas’ hands were moving down my body, his fingertips deftly unbuttoning each button one at a time. He was quick and soon the front of my shirt was open. I felt his hand on the expanse of my chest, his fingertips stroking their way down my abs and hooking into the waistband of my jeans. Goosebumps rose on my skin everywhere that he touched me. I broke away from his mouth breathlessly.

“Wait,” I said.

I practically ran out of the bedroom and made my way back to the lounge, desperate to hurry back to Thomas. I locked the door that connected my suite to Mike’s and then went and made sure that the front door was locked, too. I took a deep, steadying breath before walking back into the bedroom.

The sight of him sprawled out on my bed made my mouth go dry and I took my shirt off, dropping it on the floor beside the door. I took the second to shut the door even though I had made sure that no one would walk in on us. I climbed over Thomas’ body.

“There’s no one I want more than you,” I whispered to him when we were face to face. It was the truth. The man was beautiful and I wanted everyone to know it.

Thomas did not respond. His hands cupped the back of my head and pulled me down to him. He pressed his lips to mine, kissing me deeply. His kiss started out slowly but soon he was kissing me with a hunger I never expected. It made me sigh into his mouth and I ground my crotch against his.

My jeans were growing increasingly uncomfortable and I reached down between us to unbutton and unzip them. Thomas broke away from my mouth to glance down between us as I freed the clasp. I sighed in relief but it was a second too early. Thomas moved one of his hands between us and tugged the waistband of my underwear down, allowing my erection to spring free of its confines. I hissed in pleasure as he wrapped his hand around my shaft.

Thomas looked up at me, moving his hand up and down my shaft. I bit down on my lower lip, looking into his eyes as he stroked my cock. After a few strokes, he seemed to have other ideas in mind.

“Sit back,” he said. I did and Thomas moved.

He never removed his hand from my length as he sat up straight and pushed me onto my back, effectively switching our positions. My heart was racing as Thomas watched my face. Before I knew what he was doing, he leaned forward and took the head of my cock into his mouth. I sighed, closing my eyes as he swirled his tongue around the tip. The sensation was exquisite and I bucked my hips involuntarily.

Slowly, Thomas began to take more of me into his mouth. He bobbed his head up and down, taking more of my length deeper into his mouth each time he went down. I lay back, enjoying the sensations racing through my body. I dug my nails into the bed sheet beside me. My eyes snapped open at the feel of a sudden, squeezing feeling.

I had never heard anything hotter than the sound that came out of Thomas as his throat closed around the head of my cock. I could have shot my load right then and there. I moaned, staring down at him. His deep brown eyes were locked onto mine as he took even more of me into his mouth. He did not stop until his nose was pressed flat against my abdomen.

It felt amazing. I knew if he held me there, I was not going to be able to last for long. He was swallowing, his throat squeezing around me again and again.

Glancing down between us, I could see that Thomas had taken his cock out. He was stroking his length while sucking on mine. There was something incredibly erotic about the entire scene that drove me wild.

“Thomas,” I said breathlessly. “Please stop.”

Thomas pulled back, sucking on my cock as he came up. I groaned. The sensation was just as amazing as it had been when he had taken me into his throat. I could feel my balls tightening. Thomas stroked my shaft, slick with his spit, while looking up at me.

“You want me to stop?” He said. His voice was seductive and full of unspoken promises. “I can if that is what you really want.”

“I…” My sentence was cut off by a moan as Thomas leaned forward and licked the tip of my cock. A droplet of precum was visible on the tip of his tongue. My cock twitched in response.

I could no longer answer Thomas. Instead, I got up from where I was and crawled across the bed to him. I pressed my lips to his, kissing him with all the passion that I felt. We were on our knees and my hands cupped his face, pulling him closer to me. I let them move down his body.

I was slightly annoyed that he still had his shirt on so I reached between us and grasped the hem between my fingertips, pulling it upward and off of his body. I had to break away from his mouth to do that but once it was out of the way, my lips were on his skin once more. I pressed kisses to the chocolate curve of his neck, delighting in the way that he shuddered under them. I made my way down his shoulder, my hands moving between us and taking his shaft into one.

Thomas grunted as I wrapped my hand around his cock, stroking slowly. His hips bucked against my hand and I smiled. I had the same effect on him that he had on me. There was something about that fact that made me want him even more.

Reluctantly, I removed my hand. I climbed off of the side of the bed and tugged my jeans and underwear off of my body, leaving me standing naked in front of Thomas. His eyes slowly moved up and down my body, taking me in, and I felt warm. My cock grew even harder if that was possible under his gaze.

“Your turn,” I said hoarsely.

Thomas grinned and got off of the bed. I walked over to him and leaned into him, pressing my lips to his neck once again. I nibbled at the spot just under his ear and he moaned, struggling to take his jeans off.

“Fuck, Myles,” Thomas murmured. He finally got out of his jeans and he pulled me to him. He dug his nails into my ass, pulling me tightly against his body.

“I want you,” I whispered into his ear. I took his earlobe into my mouth and bit down on it, causing him to groan once again.

“I want you, too,” he said.

That was all I needed. I pulled away from Thomas and made my way over to the bedside table. I pulled out the bottle of lube that I had bought after our first encounter together and made my way back to him. Thomas’ cheeks glowed slightly at the sight of the bottle.

He answered my unasked question by getting back onto the bed. He got down on his hands and knees, his ass facing me, and looked back at me over his shoulder. I bit down on my lower lip at the sight that I was faced with.

Not for the first time, I took the chance to admire Thomas’ ass. Ever since that night at the club when we had been reunited, I had thought about how every curve was perfect in his tight jeans. Seeing it bare to me was even better. Without thinking, I pulled my hand back and slapped his left ass cheek. He cried out in surprise but he was grinning, a pale imprint beginning to appear on his skin.

“You have to make it even now,” Thomas said quietly. His voice was shy.

I held back the groan, my cock twitching at his words. He could not have said anything better in that moment. I pulled my hand back and landed a second slap on the opposite cheek, my hand burning the tiniest amount after the impact. His ass bounced as my hand landed on it and I could not help but think that it was a beautiful sight.

It was not in me to hold back any longer. I had never wanted anyone so much in my entire life. I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to each of his cheeks, right where my hand prints were beginning to appear. I heard Thomas take in a breath at the contact.

I opened the bottle of lube and poured some out onto my hand. It was kind of cold and sticky. I started stroking my cock with the hand, spreading the cold liquid all over my length. It felt oddly tingly. After that, I moved forward. I used one hand to spread Thomas open and poured the lubricant onto the puckered brown hole that was winking at me with the other hand. Thomas hissed at the sensation and I put the bottle down on the bed.

There was nothing that I wanted more than to enter him right away but I could not do that, for both of our sakes. I held his ass cheeks open with the same hand and then probed at his asshole with the fingers of my opposite hand. I started off by inserting my index finger, slowly moving it in and out. I added a second finger soon after, happy to find that both digits were sliding into him with ease. I did not want to wait. I was ready to burst.

Despite those feelings, I went slowly. I fingered Thomas’ ass like that for a while. The tiny whimpering noises that he was making were driving me crazy. Eventually, I added a third finger. His asshole put up more resistance to the third addition and I took it even slower that time.

“Stroke your cock,” I said to him. My voice was stronger than I felt, almost demanding.

“God, you are so hot,” Thomas murmured.

I watched as he leaned forward on the bed, arching his muscular back. His hand moved underneath him and he began to jerk off, slowly. I had a feeling that he was just as anxious as I was.

I removed my fingers from inside him and moved closer. Still keeping him spread, I used my other hand to guide my cock to his entrance. I stared down at the hole as I began to slowly push into it. I grunted as the tip popped in without very much resistance, aided by the lubricant. It was smooth and wet and hot. I slid further into him and Thomas groaned. I paused but he pushed his ass backward, letting more of me slide into him. I took the hint and began pressing forwards until I was in all the way, my balls pressed to the bottom of his ass.

“Fuck, you are so tight.” I said.

“Your dick feels so good…” He murmured.

I leaned forward to check if his hand was still stroking his cock. It was. I remained balls deep in his asshole for a few moments. He was clenching and unclenching around me and it felt amazing. Finally, I placed my hands on his hips and began to move. I thrust in and out of him. It was warm and tight and it felt so good.

With a low moan, I pressed a kiss to Thomas’ upper back. I knew that I would not last very long. I was already close to the edge from all of his earlier ministrations. I held onto his waist and began to pump into him for all I was worth. I shut my eyes, throwing my head back as I lost myself to the sensations running through my body.

Thomas jerked back against me, meeting each of my thrusts eagerly. It was what ultimately sent me over the edge. I groaned as I felt my balls tighten. My cock pumped, twitching as my climax hit me. I breathlessly moaned his name again and again as I shot into him, load after load.

“Fuck,” I muttered.

I thrust as deeply as I could into him as I emptied the rest of myself into him. Thomas clenched and I noticed that he was still stroking his own cock. I leaned forward, pressing my body over his. I kissed the back of his neck gently, flicking my tongue out against his skin. He tasted salty.

“More,” I whispered. “Cum for me.”

“Oh, God,” Thomas said. He stroked harder, his movements beginning to look more than spasms. His hips bucked forwards and I pressed deeper into him.

That sent him over the edge and he moaned as he began to orgasm. I continued pressing gentle open-mouthed kisses to the back of his neck. Once I was sure that he had finished, I pulled out of him with a gentle popping noise.

Thomas turned over onto his back, sprawled out and breathless. “Wow,” he said.

I smiled as I looked over at him. He was still beautiful. “Yeah, you could say that again.”

He looked over at me and smiled. “I think I need a shower.”

“You and me both.”

***

A short while later, Thomas and I were lying under the covers together. We had taken a shower and ordered room service. I decided to be lazy and left the door open for room service.

That was probably one of the biggest mistakes that I had ever made.

We heard the door open and the sound of someone in the lounge. Thomas sat upright, staring out at the noise. I laughed gently, pulling him back down with a hand on his shoulder.

“It’s okay,” I said. “I left the door open for room service. That is probably our food right now.”

“Oh, phew.” Thomas said. He sighed.

I had been about to lean into him. My lips were about to close down over his. I wanted to kiss him. That was when the bedroom door opened and I stopped, looking back at it. Jake was standing in the doorway, muttering something under his breath.

He paused where he stood, staring at us. It seemed like there was an awfully long second where everything was frozen and we all stared at one another. “Oh, shit,” Jake said.

His eyes went wide and so did mine. “Get out!” I yelled.

Jake did not need telling twice. He turned around and practically ran out of the room, shutting the door behind him. I hopped out of bed and grabbed a pair of jeans from the cupboard, tugging them onto my legs as quickly as possible.

“What are you doing?” Thomas asked me.

“I have to go after him.”

“Why?”

His question stopped me dead in my tracks. I looked over at him. I did not need to answer. We both knew why I needed to go after him. I had to make sure that he was not about to tell the rest of the band what he had just walked in on. Thomas looked at me for a moment before he shook his head. He climbed out of the bed and pulled his own clothes on.

“Thomas,” I said softly.

He ignored me. Once he was dressed, he retrieved his wallet and phone from atop the bedside table and walked to the door. He paused to give me one last look. I thought that he wanted to say something but he seemed to think better of it. My heart was racing as he opened the door and walked out.

I heard the door to the suite open and close.

Swearing under my breath, I went to the interconnecting door. Despite my better judgments, I needed to speak to Jake. There was nothing else for it.