Chapter Three
Malcolm rolled over in bed, and a warm body snuggled closer to him. He forced his eyes to open and then moved forward to kiss Killian.
“I’ve longed to see those green eyes first thing in the morning.”
“From now on, you will.” Killian embraced him, devouring his mouth.
Malcolm let Killian crawl on top of him, and their cocks played against each other. As much as Malcolm wanted to have sex again, he ended the kiss. “So, are we telling everyone today?”
“Yes,” Killian said. “We’re back together as far as I’m concerned.”
“Yes, Kill, we are. I wouldn’t have slept with you if I didn’t want that. I guess I wanted to be sure everyone would be okay with this.”
Killian rolled to his side but kept one hand on Malcolm’s chest. “I think so. Frank and Will have wives, and Will has a daughter, but they aren’t homophobic. They accept me and Liam. And Claude is bi, so it should be fine.”
“But us as a couple while we’re in the band together? It’ll be fine?”
“Liam encouraged me to tell you how I felt, and honestly, the other guys will like someone who can stabilize me.”
Malcolm laughed. “Stabilize you?”
Killian nodded, grinning. “I’m a slut. And a brat. And an asshole. You already knew about the last two parts.”
“You’re not a slut anymore. You’re mine.”
Killian sobered. “I know. That’s all I ever really wanted. Just never expressed it right before.”
Malcolm stroked his cheek. “I see that now. Maybe being apart was good for us.”
Killian got on top of him again. “Don’t say that. I get that you mean that we grew up or some shit like that, but please don’t say that again.” He kissed Malcolm hard before moving down his body.
Malcolm gasped as Killian licked his cock. “Anything, baby. I won’t let go this time, and I won’t let you go.” He cried out as Killian deep-throated him. Tugging on Killian’s hair, he said, “Let’s sixty-nine. I want us to come together.”
Killian groaned and then released Malcolm’s cock. “Mmmm, that sounds good.” He got into position, straddling Malcolm’s face and looking at him to check they were lined up. Then he stroked Malcolm’s cock and began to suck again.
Malcolm moaned and arched up, and then he took Killian into his mouth. His pre-cum tasted good, and Malcolm worked his tongue rigorously. He was close, and he wanted Killian to come at the same time. Malcolm reached up to finger Killian’s pucker, and that made Killian’s cock leak even more fluid. Taking Killian down his throat, he tongued the base and tried to work his upper lip over the vein on the underside of Killian’s cock. He sucked and swallowed as Killian spilled into his mouth, and they both moaned. Killian swirled his tongue and actually scraped his teeth over Malcolm’s cock, and Malcolm exploded with a muffled gasp. Spots danced before his eyes as Killian climbed off of him, and only a hot kiss brought him back down to earth. They kissed deeply, the taste of cum and hot male making his spent cock ache for more.
“I love you, Killian. I love you so much. Good times and bad, you’re mine, and I’m yours.”
“Yes.” Killian stroked his hair, pushing it behind his ear. The gentle gesture touched Malcolm and made him feel loved. He knew it would be a lot of work drawing that side of Killian out, but he knew it would be worth it to finally be with him.
“So what else are you going to feed me this morning?” Malcolm asked.
Killian laughed. “Something from a coffee shop.” He nodded to the clock. “We wore each other out last night. It’s almost noon. We need to dress and eat and get going.”
“Okay. It’ll do, but I like men who can cook.”
Killian got out of bed and threw him a challenging look. “Oh, breakfast is something I can definitely cook. Too many damn hangovers in too many years. I’ve learned to do a pretty fine breakfast even with a pounding head and blurry eyes.” He grabbed some clothes from the closet. “Jockeys are in the dresser, and you can wear anything you want. We seem to still be about the same size.”
“Maybe,” he said, anxious to tease Killian like he used to. “I think that cock of yours got bigger.”
Killian smiled broadly. “You just wait until I stick it in your ass.” He went into the bathroom but didn’t close the door. “I’ll shower real quick, and then you can have it.”
Malcolm licked his lips, grinning to himself. “I think I’ll have it right now.” He jumped off the bed and headed into the bathroom, knowing they were probably going to be late.
****
Killian couldn’t believe they’d made it to the studio on time. When he’d felt Malcolm come up behind him in the bathroom, he’d been sure they’d never make it. But instead of having sex, they’d washed each other and talked. They’d actually settled a lot of things in only about fifteen minutes. They’d both admitted they should have tried to compromise ten years ago. Malcolm had told Killian how proud he was of his success and that he would never hold his choosing the band over college against him. Killian had asked him about college and graduate school, smiling as his lover reminisced. He imagined Malcolm as a good teacher, smart and kind and funny. Being on the road together would probably be stressful, but they’d both promised to try each and every day to work through it like adults. And then Killian had shoved Malcolm against the shower wall and given him what Malcolm had called “the sweetest rough fuck of his life”, which Killian considered one of the finest compliments he’d ever received. While Killian had fucked lots of guys, none could begin to compare to Malcolm, to the feeling of being inside the one he truly loved. They certainly hadn’t settled everything, but at that moment, it hadn’t mattered at all.
As they entered the practice room, Killian knew something was wrong. Claude looked stressed, talking on the phone with his hands tangled in his long blond hair.
“He’s here. Gotta go. I’ll call back ASAP.” He hung up quickly and shoved his phone in his pocket. “Killian, we—oh, Malcolm, good. I’m glad you’re here, too. We had a little, um, delivery about half an hour ago. Your phone’s off, Killian. We were gettin’ worried.”
“Sorry. I switched it off when we headed out, and I forgot to turn it back on.” Killian’s stomach sank as he realized why they’d been worried. “Delivery?”
Claude came over to him and gripped his shoulder. “Yeah. Red roses with a very thick envelope attached. We haven’t touched it. The police are coming.”
“Police?” Malcolm said. “What’s happening?” His arm went right around Killian, and that was a good thing because Killian’s knees gave out.
Claude and Malcolm helped him to the couch, and Malcolm wrapped both arms around him as he sat down. “Claude, tell me everything. I follow the band religiously, but I never heard anything about Killian being harassed.”
“We tried to keep it quiet, and somehow we did,” Claude said, sitting on the other side of Killian. “It’s a guy named Billy. He used to send Killian flowers. One day, he started sending letters. These letters made it obvious he was stalking Killian.”
Killian looked at Claude, who had paused in his story. “Might as well say it,” Killian said. He turned to Malcolm. “He’s an ex. He followed the band for two years, and we fucked. A lot. He said he wanted to be my boyfriend. You know, in the real sense. I said okay, but after two weeks together, we all knew he was nuts. I broke up with him. This started six months later. I had no idea it was him at first. But he started dropping hints in the letters, and then we knew.” He sighed. “He just kept sending roses and letters, but the police couldn’t find him. Then they stopped, and he didn’t make contact again. He was on drugs most of the time, so we think he went to jail, but the cops never found him in the system. I was just glad he’d stopped.”
“This was over two years ago, before I came on as the manager,” Claude said.
Killian looked up as Liam walked over. “This is what he looked like the last time we saw him, almost three years ago,” Liam said.
Malcolm looked ready to explode as he took the picture. “All right then. He comes near you, and I’ll kill him.” He handed the picture back and turned to Killian. “You don’t leave my side from now on.”
“We’re gonna up security. The label is hiring more guys,” Claude said.
“Wait!” Killian said, his head already pounding. He took Malcolm’s hand. “You have to leave. I don’t want you in danger.”
“You forget what we talked about this morning? This is not an exception. I’m never leaving you again.”
“Mal, I’m serious. He won’t hurt me, but he’ll kill you!”
“Won’t hurt you? You said he was crazy. He’s a stalker. Those people always say they won’t hurt the ones they adore so much, but they always do.”
“You’re so stubborn!” Killian said.
“Hey,” Liam said. “Shut up! He must love you if he’s already forgiven your sorry ass, so be nice to him. Look, your condo is huge, so I say Claude and I stay with you, too. We start the tour soon, and Claude says the label is taking this seriously. You know how damn slow they move, but they mobilized right away on the security bulk up the moment Claude suggested it.”
Killian nodded at Liam. “Yeah, of course you guys can stay. That sounds good.” He shifted his gaze to Malcolm. “I’m sorry, but it’s how I feel. If you get hurt because I’m a dumb ass who fucked anything that moved, I’ll never forgive myself.”
Malcolm leaned over and kissed him, obviously not caring about everyone else in the room. “I understand, and it’s sweet, but I’ll go stark, raving mad if I’m not right with you every moment until he’s caught.”
Killian looked into his blue eyes, which were icy and chilling now. “Okay. I get that, but I’m not the only one who needs to be careful. What if you’re the reason he’s doing this? If he’s been watching me, he might have seen us go back to my place yesterday. I … well … told him some stuff about you. He might know who you are. It’s one of the ways I knew he was crazy. Once I made him my boyfriend, he went nuts at any mention of you.”
“You talked about me that much?” Malcolm said, his voice low and teasing.
“Don’t fuckin’ tease me now.”
“You’re shaking. I’m trying to calm you down, baby.”
Killian realized he was shaking. “Shit!”
Claude rubbed Killian’s shoulder. “You guys go in my office. We’ll deal with the cops until they absolutely have to see you. Okay?”
Killian nodded, and Malcolm helped him up. He strode across the room and out to Claude’s office, only able to put one foot in front of the other because Malcolm was guiding him.
****
Holding Killian was the only thing keeping Malcolm sane at the moment. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t think this would happen again. And it’s not like I could catch you up on ten years in two days.”
Malcolm kissed Killian’s shoulder. “I know, baby.” He let out a sigh of frustration. “I’m just upset. Did he ever hurt you?”
“Not really.”
Malcolm made Killian face him. “Define ‘not really’, please.”
“When I told him to get lost, he got aggressive. Grabbed my wrist and slammed me against the wall. I punched him, and he jerked on my arm. He broke my wrist. But that was it. Security got him off me. It was literally six months before anything else happened.”
He broke your wrist, yet you say “not really” when I ask about him hurting you? Malcolm forced himself not to blow up about that. “I’m sure he was watching you all that time.”
Killian glared at him. “Thanks. I feel better now.”
“What does this guy do? Was he ever a cop or anything?”
Killian shook his head. “Spoiled rich kid. Father is dead, I think. His mom gives him anything he wants, though she lives a pretty average life somewhere, and he just bums around. He’s got millions in the bank from his dad’s family. You’d never know it, but he does. He acts like he has nothing, latches on to people with money. He dips into those funds when he has no one else to foot the bill, but to see him, you’d think he was just another groupie.”
“So he has no job, no permanent address.”
“I don’t even know his last name. It’s why the police couldn’t find him. They can’t just go to every bank and ask for the names of all the really rich guys named Billy or Bill or William or … God, what the fuck!”
“I’m sorry I’m getting you stressed, baby. Just breathe.”
“I finally get you back, and now this.”
“I’m glad I’m here for you. What if you’d been alone last night? If this guy has been watching you, he could have struck at any time.”
Killian folded his legs under him on the loveseat, toying with the laces on his Converse. “I don’t want to cancel the tour, but I’d give anything to just go away with you right now.”
“I’d like that, too, but maybe if we’re on the move we can catch him.”
“Like use me as bait?”
Malcolm shook his head immediately. “No. I mean we can keep a better eye out for him. All concerts need security. We can circulate his picture and try to spot anyone who shows up at more than one concert. Even if he’s disguised, trained people might be able to spot him.”
“What if he hurts you or someone else?”
“There’s always that risk as long as he’s out there.”
A knock sounded at the door, and Claude stuck his head in. “They’re ready for you.”
Malcolm squeezed Killian’s hand. “You okay?”
He nodded. “Let’s get on with it. We’ve got practicing to do.”
Malcolm intertwined their fingers and walked out with Killian, his eyes scanning every face and his mind reeling at how much had changed in forty-eight hours.