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“Absolutely not,” Mortefi said through gritted teeth. His brow furrowed with his patented frown as he glared at the pair standing before himself.
Rover looked from his redheaded manager to the one with the brown hair and blinked. Surely, there had to be some wiggle room. He and Brant weren’t asking for very much at all! They just wanted to officially date. That was it.
Xiangli Yao offered the two of them an apologetic smile. He held up a tablet and started to type on it quickly. His voice was soft, lacking all the bite of his co-manager when he said, “As a pair of public figures, fans have certain expectations of you. You two are part of the hottest up-and-coming band around and you’re selling a dream. With the heavy emphasis on parasocial relationships these days, suddenly announcing that you’re dating someone can ultimately be seen as a betrayal to a subsect of fans.”
“In layman’s terms, that would lead to a severe drop in both popularity and ticket sales,” Mortefi explained. He eyed the two band members sternly. “Possibly one on the charts you worked so hard to breach as well.”
Xiangli Yao nodded in agreement. He held up the tablet to show all the data which backed up their points. He seemed genuinely sympathetic when he sighed, “Unfortunately, this isn’t just about you two. We have an entire group whose future is riding on the band’s success to consider. With that in mind, this whole thing between you two is–”
“Forbidden.” Mortefi finished the thought for him. He crossed his arms and scowled at the silent pair. “End of conversation.”
Brant opened his mouth to speak but he was ultimately cut off by Xiangli Yao holding up a hand and shaking his head as he said, “I’m sorry but you’re both just going to have to accept that.”
Rover’s gaze fell to the ground. Ignoring the sting in his chest, he nodded and mumbled, “We understand. Sorry to bother you with something so trivial.”
“Don’t look so sad. The feelings you two share are a beautiful thing, neither of us is saying they’re wrong or bad.” Xiangli Yao clarified. He hugged his tablet to his chest when he added, “You both just chose to get into the one industry that’d never accept them. Trust me, I wish that wasn’t the case.”
Mortefi glanced at the other man out of the corner of his eye. He shut them for a moment, lifted his chin, then glared at the entertainers and declared, “We’re saying that friendship is where you two draw the line. That’s just how it has to be.”
That really was more than enough. Rover got it. They didn’t need to grind the point in so hard. He and Brant bowed politely then took their leave, with a respectable space between them as they walked away from their managers.
Once they were outside of the building it felt like a weight was lifted off their shoulders. They both took deep breaths, exhaled slowly, then stood a little bit taller. They exchanged a knowing glance. That’d gone just about as well as they’d expected it to. Still, they’d agreed that they wanted to try.
Brant smiled a crooked half-smile then said, “Well that went terribly.” After a brief pause to eye the other man’s body language, he asked, “You all right?”
Rover nodded. There really wasn’t much else he could do in the current situation. They had no choice but to accept what their managers said, right? He knew it’d be awful but he guessed he still hadn’t been prepared for just how much hearing their words would make him want to cry. Silly as it was, he felt like that might be cathartic right now.
“Do you want to go grab a drink to drown our sorrows?” Brant asked while he motioned behind himself with his thumb. After a second he cupped his hands around his mouth and turned towards the security camera behind them then added loudly, “I mean a totally platonic drink as friends who are in the same band do.”
Rover forced a smile and hoped he didn’t seem nearly as disappointed as he was when he said, “Sure. As friends do.”
Brant hailed a passing taxi and the pair got in. Rover didn’t really listen as the guy gave the driver directions. He turned and stared out the window, lost in thought. Rover really, really liked Brant. They’d only met around a year ago when the band was formed but they’d immediately clicked.
Of course their other bandmates were awesome as well. Rover adored them all. It was always the best time when the group hung out together. But Brant, well, things were different with him. When it was just the two of them nothing else mattered. The rest of the world was trivial. There was only them, the soft sounds of their laughter, and the unparalleled warmth that blossomed in his chest. Along side a sense of contentment he’d never known before. Surely there was a word for that.
When it became apparent that Brant felt the same way about him, Rover was happier than he’d ever been. That included the day the band’s single hit number one. Nothing else in his life made him feel as elated as the day they’d confessed their feelings to one another. It was so simple. They really liked one another, thus naturally wanted to be together.
Only, it wasn’t simple at all. Considering what was best for the band loomed over them even when all they ever did was kiss a little when they were alone. That situationship was all well and good, but Rover wanted to see what a proper relationship with Brant could blossom into. He wanted to act like a couple. To do things lovers would do. At this point he supposed the fact that their managers allowed them to stay friends and didn’t suggest one leave the band was a small miracle. He frowned at the thought.
Something warm settled atop Rover’s hand. He didn’t have to look to know that it was Brant’s hand. Rover turned his over then threaded their fingers together. It started to rain hard, as if the sky itself was weeping in his stead. Rover’s eyes felt a little heavy as he continued to stare at the way the world around him seemed to be passing him by.
Rover opened his eyes and jumped. He blinked, looked around, and quickly remembered his surroundings. Taxi. And it stopped raining outside. His gaze fell upon his grinning companion. Gorgeous, as usual.
“You drifted off for a bit,” Brant explained. “We’re here now so let’s go.”
Rover thanked the driver then exited the taxi. It was quite a bit darker now, which lead him to wonder just how far they’d driven while he rested. The taxi drove off and he glanced at the unfamiliar location. A fast food place, a hotel, quite a few closed shops, and they were standing outside of a bar with a sign that was only half lit up.
“…ool’s Troup…?” Rover muttered mostly to himself. He squinted but the dim streetlamp did not light up the area enough for him to read those extra letters.
Brant snickered and headed to the door to open it. The loud creak from the hinges sounded like a cry for mercy. Rover blinked at the other man. His smile never wavered. Well, that was good enough for him. He stepped inside and Brant followed.
Neither of them could see very much when they tried to look around. It was such a dimly lit place. Not crowded at all and no one so much as glanced their way. Everyone had their own sorrows they were trying to drown so why would they be interested in someone else’s? It was kind of perfect. There was no way they’d be recognized in a place like this if no one ever looked up from their drinks.
Brant nudged him with his shoulder. Rover glanced his way and the other man motioned towards a free table in a corner. They wandered over there and Rover could’ve sworn that it was somehow even darker than the rest of the place. Almost like it was totally secluded. It was surprisingly intimate for a public location.
They scooted in on either side of the rounded booth until they ended up sitting right next to one another. Brant asked what he’d like to drink and Rover could only think to say “surprise me”. He watched his companion wink then wander over to the bar to order. The guy really seemed to be taking the bad news well. Maybe he had some tips on doing so.
Brant returned with two cocktails in tall glasses. He seemed amused when he said, “The drinks here all have interesting names! These two are called Siren and Buried Treasure! Neat, huh?”
“Yeah.” Rover nodded. Any other time he might’ve been quite fascinated by that. It felt a tad bit unimportant right now.
Brant set the drinks down, scooted all the way over back to Rover’s side then told him to go ahead and choose one. Rover looked at the options. One of which was a golden color and the other such a gorgeous shade of pink that Rover’s breath hitched in his throat. It was a perfect match to the other man’s eyes, wow. He reached for it instinctively.
“Good choice. That was the one I ordered just for you.” Brant hummed. He picked up the other and held it out for a toast. “To us being the best of friends!”
Rover clinked his glass against Brant’s gently. That was really as good as it was going to get for them and he’d just have to deal with it. The two of them took sips. Delicious. Dragon fruit. Rover must’ve made a funny face since Brant huffed softly to himself and looked like he might laugh. He had such a lovely smile. Rover’s gaze fell to the other man’s lips. Knowing just how perfectly they fit against his own, they were the definition of temptation.
He quickly glanced off to the side and took another sip of his drink. He needed a few more of these. Maybe then his brain would stop trying to get him to think things he really shouldn’t. Maybe then he could laugh and enjoy himself without the burden of the situation weighing him down.
Rover couldn’t really say just how many refills the two of them had. He also didn’t know how much time had passed. Somehow it felt like a lot but also none at all. What he could say was that he felt a lot better now.
His cheeks felt so warm and he couldn’t seem to stop smiling. The room threatened to spin but he was hyper focused on his companion so who cared about a silly room? No matter what Brant talked about, Rover thought it was the funniest thing he’d ever heard. His giggle made Brant laugh and that trapped them in a chuckling loop.
Once they finally broke free of that and managed to catch their breaths, Rover couldn’t help but admire the lovely pink flush of Brant’s cheeks. Very kissable. Alcohol was a good look on him. Brant laughed loudly at a joke he made. Rover joined in without ever hearing what it was. He took the final sip of his latest drink, prolonging it as he waited for the very last drop to reach his tongue. The leather of the bench creaked softly next to him.
Rover turned and suddenly he was nose to nose with his companion. So pretty. Genuinely the most stunning person he’d ever laid eyes on. He blinked slowly as Brant reached out and brushed his bangs out of his face tenderly. Rover’s lips parted, immediately drawing the other man’s attention. Brant leaned in close.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Rover whispered, much to his own dismay. His desires were currently at war with his brain.
“I know.” Brant’s thumb rubbed against his cheek slowly.
The fact that the other man hadn’t pulled away caught Rover off guard. He was both surprised and really happy about it. His cheeks felt even hotter than before as he muttered, “The rules–”
Brant paused just a hair’s breadth away, nodded slowly, and finished the thought for him. “Were meant to be broken.”
Rover gulped audibly. His gaze fell to Brant’s far too tempting lips and he said, “You’re like… really hot.”
“Right back at you.” Brant snickered. He didn’t move from his current position.
That hadn’t exactly been what Rover had meant to say. It was something more along the lines of how this attraction of theirs went beyond surface level. They were like a pair of magnets drawn to one another by a powerful, inescapable force. Rover couldn’t take this. It wasn’t fair at all. He could scream.
Rover’s gaze fell downward when he mumbled, “Don’t… thin’ their responssse was fair.”
“Neither do I.” Brant whispered.
It didn’t take into account at all just how deep into this thing the two of them already were. It didn’t factor in the butterflies in Rover’s stomach or how his heart raced whenever the two of them were together. And it certainly didn’t consider just how badly he wanted to kiss his bandmate. He leaned closer so his lips brushed against the other man’s as he mumbled, “Brant… I want…”
That was the permission Brant needed to continue. He leaned in to fully press their lips together in a heated kiss. This was not the first time they’d kissed, far from it, but it was the first time they’d done so since being told it was forbidden. Rover had to admit that made it all the sexier.
Rover’s head was spinning and he had no idea if that was because of the alcohol or the thrill of this moment. Brant licked his lips, which Rover then parted. Suddenly there was a tongue in his mouth and it was harder to breathe. Arousal so intense hit Rover that it was dizzying. He grabbed at the other man’s clothes and attempted to pull him closer. It wasn’t enough. He was going to lose his mind.
Brant broke the kiss and took a few deep breaths before he turned to whisper into the dark-haired man’s ear, “Should we go to that hotel next door?”
A pang of arousal shot through Rover with such intensity that his legs would’ve given out had he been standing. His voice was a shaky whisper when he said, “God, yes.”
Rover’s back hit the wall none too gently and he didn’t make a sound. How could he? Brant wouldn’t give him the chance with his tongue down his throat. Nearly suffocating, the way he was kissing him was all fire, all passion. He wore his desire on his sleeve. And Rover returned the desperation in kind. The intensity, the way they both refused to pull away for even a second, it was like one another was the very air they needed to breathe.
The two of them didn’t even bother to get fully undressed before they’d jumped on one another, quite literally in Rover’s case. There simply wasn’t time. After putting this off for so long, neither of them could wait to be connected in the most intimate of ways. Rover still had on his tight, black shirt. Brant had on his pants, though they were unzipped and his fully erect cock was already lined up with Rover’s waiting hole.
Rover finally broke the kiss and leaned back against the wall as Brant shoved his lube-slicked cock all the way into him. There was no slow, no wait, the two of them were about to lose their goddamn minds. More. Now. He needed.
Brant immediately began to pound into him without abandon and Rover swore he saw stars. So good. Fuck. He whimpered when Brant bit down on his neck. A shiver ran all the way down his spine and made his toes curl. He clung to Brant, not for fear that he’d fall if he let go, but that the guy might stop. That was the last thing Rover wanted.
His voice was a strangled whisper when he moaned, “No– ahn!– no visible marks.”
“What a shame,” Brant purred into his ear. He lifted his head and watched the expression on Rover’s face as he began to thrust up into him even more vigorously.
Rover moaned unabashedly. It felt so good. His head was spinning. He felt so good he could hardly contain it. Wait, did he already think that? He couldn’t keep track of any thoughts he had. His nails dug into Brant’s shoulders as he clung to him for dear life. Slap, slap, slap. The sound of their skin hitting every time Brant bottomed out echoed in Rover’s ears. So hot.
Brant’s left hand slid up from Rover’s waist, under his tight shirt, to his chest. He pinched the perky bud there which made the dark-haired man gasp. He lifted the fabric so it bunched up and left the other man exposed to him. Brant tugged on his right nipple while he leaned in to suck on the other at the same time.
“Ahhhhn.” Rover’s back arched off the wall with his pleasured moan. He hadn’t even realized he could make a sound like that until this moment.
“Hng. You’re squeezing me so tightly.” Brant said with a haggard breath. He slammed all the way inside and held there for a second before pulling completely out and shoving his cock right back in to the hilt once again.
Rover moaned unashamedly. There was nothing he could do about the noises that escaped him. Drunk on a decadent cocktail of alcohol and pleasure, he was unable to hold a single thing back.
Brant’s hands gripped the other man’s ass hard. He began to lift it and slam it back down onto his cock quickly. His eyes were half-lidded when he purred, “You feel so damn good.”
“Just like that! Don’t stop!” Rover cried while he was bounced up and down the rock-hard dick. He was close. So close. Brant’s cock was hitting just the right spot again and again. He felt like he was going to go insane. He might just die. And he wouldn’t have a single regret.
“Ahhn! Ahhhn! Yes!” Rover’s moans were even louder now. He’d reached the point of no return.
Rover wrapped his legs around Brant, pulling his thick cock in as deep as possible. Stars exploded in his eyes and he clung to the other man for dear life. A broken moan escaped him as thick ropes of come shot onto his own stomach. His own dick twitched, eager to finally release.
Meanwhile Brant grunted softly and grinded against him as he, too, shot his load deep inside. Things finally seemed to calm down as the pair took a moment to catch their breaths. Rover leaned back against the wall and shut his eyes as Brant leaned a hand next to his head for support.
Rover licked his lips and breathed in haggard breaths. Now he knew for sure. Rules or no rules, he couldn’t just give this up. He was completely addicted to the other man. He’d do anything to get to experience this feeling again.
His pulse was still pounding in his own ears when he felt something warm against his lips. Rover immediately kissed Brant back. The complete opposite to the desperate ones from earlier, this was a soft show of affection. Sweet and lazy, it almost felt like a precious goodnight wish. That was the last thing Rover wanted right now. He was not done.
He didn’t say a word as Brant carried him over to the bed and laid him down gently. Rover clung to him so he couldn’t leave even if he wanted to. They continued to make out and Rover grinded against him desperately, smearing his own come on their torsos.
He wanted more. As much as he could possibly get. He had to get Brant just as addicted to him before the night was done. That was the only way he could guarantee this happened again. Rover made a big show of moaning like a cat in heat after the two of them removed the rest of their clothing and all their naked skin finally touched.
The blue-haired man seemed to catch on quickly. He began to grind against Rover as well, still kissing him. Brant’s hand slowly slid along the length of Rover’s arm to his hand. He took that, held it above Rover’s head, and threaded their fingers together. Only then did he finally break the kiss.
Brant wiped the other man’s sweat-soaked bangs aside then kissed his forehead. Rover’s eyes fell shut at the sweet action. What a romantic. Too bad he didn’t want romance right now. He wanted to be fucked hard and fast until he forgot his own name.
Rover spread his legs invitingly, showing off the come leaking from his hole and the fact that he was hard again. He licked his lips suggestively when he noticed that Brant was as well. He chewed on his bottom lip when the blue-haired man pressed the tip of his dick to that perfect spot. Unfortunately Brant paused there.
“Don’t make me beg,” Rover whined. He wiggled his hips, rubbing his wet hole against that sensitive tip.
There was nothing he could do but groan when Brant shoved his rock-hard dick back into him and started to fuck him once more. His cries of pleasure were enthusiastically swallowed as Brant attempted to kiss the life out of him.
“Mm! Mm!” Rover’s groans were all muffled. He might just suffocate. Worth it. His hips lifted off the bed every time Brant began to pull out, as if begging him not to go. He just wanted more.
Brant provided. Thrust after merciless thrust, there was no stopping his rhythm. The lewd squelching of the lube Brant had in his back pocket when they got to the room mixed with his own come filled their ears. Each thrust felt wetter than the last.
How long had they been going at it? Rover had no clue. He couldn’t process something like the passage of time right now. He did know that Brant was breathing heavily and seemed like he was close. He had beads of sweat upon his brow and an expression which said he was determined not to come first. That was so damn hot.
Rover reached down to stroke his own cock. Shockwaves of arousal jolted through him. He was going to explode. Brant’s pace never faltered. He slammed in and out again, hitting Rover in places he’d never realized could be touched. Rover’s toes curled and his free hand gripped the sheets so hard his knuckles turned white.
He squeezed his eyes shut and shouted, “I’m… coming!”
Brant leaned in close then purred, “Be a good boy and hold your breath.”
Fuck!
Rover did as he was told. His entire body shuddered with the force of his orgasm. Wave after wave slammed through him. He couldn’t do anything but make guttural sounds.
Brant was no better. He was deep inside the other man so he felt every clench, every spasm. With how his cock was being milked, he had no choice but to come with a groan as well. Only after that did he pull out and roll off of the dark-haired man. Then Rover finally breathed again.
The pair were once again reduced to focusing only on their breathing and willing their hearts to calm down. Drunk or otherwise, that was the best sex Rover ever had. His whole body felt weak. His torso was a sticky, come-splattered mess as it rose and fell with each deep breath he took. His hole was leaking even more now. His mind was fuzzy. Only one thought made any sense whatsoever: He was totally in love.
Several months later…
“Yeah! Take that!” Rover shouted at the enemy on his TV screen. He was laid across the bed and focused hard on pressing the buttons on his controller in the correct order to achieve the ultimate combo.
It was a lovely, lazy afternoon. There was no band practice or other obligation that needed any attention. It was just him lying naked on his stomach and playing games as well as Brant sitting up against the headboard. The other man was also naked but instead of games, he was busy fingering his keytar.
The headphones Brant wore kept all the music to himself. He’d pause every so often to write something down before he continued what he was doing. So focused on his task, it was admirable.
Rover kicked his legs back and forth just slightly. Yes, they were still together in secret. A hundred percent still breaking the rules. In their defense, though, the rules were stupid and unfair. If push ever came to shove and Rover was made to choose between his career or his lover, well, he wouldn’t need even a moment to think on it.
What he and Brant had was wild and carefree. It fueled their creative sparks, it made them both better people. Their happiness often felt infectious and others around them were nearly always smiling because of it. So really everyone benefitted from them being together.
They’d learned quite a lot since the beginning of their secret tryst. Like to always use a condom if they needed a quickie before a performance. Rover still got flustered when he remembered the feeling of Brant’s come slowly trickling down his thigh as he sang and danced. They’d certainly both been turned on afterward and yeah they’d fucked like rabbits as soon as they were alone again, but it was super embarrassing to think back on now.
“I did it! The high score is mine!” Rover cheered.
Brant pulled his headphones off and rested them on the back of his neck. He glanced at the TV screen and asked, “Already? I completely missed the run.”
“Probably because you were too distracted by my butt,” Rover teased as he wiggled it.
“It is very cute,” Brant chuckled. He slapped said butt playfully and grinned at Rover’s little yelp. Brant’s gaze fell to the notes he’d been taking and he said, “The real reason I was so distracted is because I can’t quite remember the hook of that song we’re working on. Can you remind me?”
“Yeah, sure! It’s like this!” Rover sat up, shut his eyes, and hummed the melody in question.
Brant nodded and finished the last few hums with him. He picked up his paper and started to scribble on it while he said, “Got it. I know just what to add to that part now.”
Rover smiled to himself as he watched Brant in silence for a moment. The way the guy’s tongue just barely peeked between his lips when he concentrated was just too stinking cute. When he focused like this there was an adorable crease between his brows. Not to mention that flawless face of his. Rover could stare at him forever. He wouldn’t trade moments like these for anything in the world.
Brant glanced up and met his gaze. Rover smiled in a way that scrunched his face. The blue-haired man blinked a few times, as if coming out of a daze. He shook his head then set aside his paper, headphones, and keytar.
What a lovely, unobstructed view Rover now had. He shamelessly admired the sexy body before himself. The guy was so fit it should’ve been a crime. Rover’s urge to tackle him and lick every darn inch was far too powerful.
“I actually have something for you.” Brant said as he turned to open his nightstand. He dug through the drawer until he found what he wanted then shut it again. “Ah. Here it is.”
He squeezed his hand shut, turned back towards his companion, and hummed, “Shut your eyes and hold out your hand.”
Rover did as he was told. He felt something small placed in the middle of his palm.
“Okay, you can open them.”
Rover looked down at his own hand. It was a necklace. And the charm was a small white rectangle with little black marks on it. It looked just like the keys of a piano. There were some yellow and green accent colors but that was the main focus. Rover’s eyes widened.
“I thought you might like to wear it as a secret symbol of our relationship,” Brant explained while he rubbed the back of his neck. “Do you like it?”
A symbol of their love that he didn’t have to hide? Was this guy kidding right now? He looked at Brant with sparkling eyes and exclaimed, “I love it! The color scheme even matches my outfit perfectly!”
“Yeah, I figured no one would question another accessory if it matched like that,” Brant explained.
Rover attempted to unfasten it but almost dropped it instead. Brant shook his head then helped out. He unhooked it, held both ends out, and reached around to re-clasp it behind his neck. Once it was fastened, Brant let go. The pendant fell to the middle of Rover’s chest, right above his heart.
Brant smiled warmly and put his hand over that spot. Rover mimicked the action, covering the hand already there with his. The two of them stared into one another’s eyes and no words were necessary in that moment. Their feelings towards one another were totally mutual. Rover’s heart skipped a beat and Brant huffed softly in amusement.
He leaned in close, whispered, “Me too.” Then took Rover’s hand with his free one and placed it against his own chest.
Rover felt Brant’s heart flutter and immediately surged forward to claim his lips in a heated kiss. He was so smitten it was just stupid. Rover tilted his head to find a better angle then leaned in to deepen the kiss. If he didn’t get as close to this man as physically possible right now he might just die. For real this time.
Brant’s phone started to ring and it took all the self-control Rover could muster not to just smack it away from them. He did his best to ignore the annoyance, but Brant still managed to pull away enough to reach for the horrible thing and look at the screen.
“It’s Mortefi.” Brant said. He put a single finger over his lips to shush the dark-haired man, winked, then answered.
Rover pouted. He watched his lover in silence. Because as far as anyone else knew, he wasn’t there right now.
“Morty-baby! What’s up!” Brant pulled the phone away from his head and made a pained face. There were muffled shouts coming from the other end. Once those died down a bit he brought it back to his ear and said, “Yes, I do remember you telling me not to call you that, but I really think you need to lighten up a bit. And frankly, it suits you.”
Rover had to hold back a snort. He smiled and shook his head. Their manager simply couldn’t wrangle Brant in. The guy was as unpredictable as a storm at sea. Well, at least this was a good show. Watching Brant was never boring. He was so hot no matter what he did. His smile was stunning. Those eyes were enchanting. It was no wonder the fans were gaga over him. If the two of them weren’t in the band together, heck, he’d be the same way. In the front row of every concert screaming his heart out for the hottest guy around.
Brant licked his lips idly as he listened to whatever their manager had to say. He was looking off to the side, completely unaware of how Rover’s eyes had followed the captivating sight. Seriously, he was so sexy. Even more so when in mid-pleasure.
A thought occurred to Rover and he acted on it. He casually crawled over to his distracted lover and took his flaccid cock into his mouth. Brant made a choked sound so suddenly that Rover heard the conversation pause and Mortefi ask if he was ok. Brant slapped a hand over his own mouth and his gaze fell to the dark-haired man.
Rover’s cheeks concaved. He sucked as he lifted his head upward slowly. Already, the dick in his mouth started to grow. He loved feeling the girth expand like this. Rover bobbed his head enthusiastically as the cock swelled even more.
“Y-yeah… I’m fine!” Brant coughed. His gaze never left the golden eyes trained upon him as he said, “Go on.”
Slurp, slurp. Rover was drooling quite a bit now. He licked along the fully erect dick as if it was the best lollipop he’d ever had. His own arousal had him hard now too. He grinded against the bed for some friction but continued to focus on what he was doing. Brant’s cock was soaked with his spit now, it shined every time he lifted his head. Sexy as hell.
Brant’s eyes fluttered shut as he did his best to have the conversation while one hand was tangled in Rover’s dark locks. His grip tightened and Rover had to fight back a groan. That was such a turn on, fuck. Two could play at that. He started to bob his head faster and cupped the balls to massage them.
“Sure! Uhhh huh!” Brant managed to reply through gritted teeth. “I’ll get… right–! On it!”
Clearly starting to lose this battle, Brant fell back onto the bed so he was lying down. His hips lifted upward to meet the other man as he pulled off of his dick. Almost as if chasing the warm, wet hole.
Mercifully, the conversation ended quickly. As soon as Brant hung up, he tossed the phone aside and tangled both hands in Rover’s hair. He thrust into that hot mouth as he groaned loudly. Again and again he thrust into that moist hole.
It wasn’t long at all before Brant swore under his breath and Rover felt thick ropes of come shoot down his throat. Quite pleased with himself, he swallowed every last drop. Then he slid off the cock with a lewd slurp and grinned. Rover wiped the corners of his mouth and kissed the tip of the still hard dick lovingly. It twitched in response.
Brant draped his arm over his eyes as he laid there and took deep breaths. It was a few moments before he found himself able to mutter, “Cheeky. I can’t believe I held out until the end of the call.”
“That was really impressive, actually,” Rover agreed with a chuckle. He laid next to his partner and traced little hearts on his pec as he asked, “What was the call even about, anyway?”
“A spur of the moment band meeting to talk about new promotional materials,” Brant explained. “We have to meet them in forty-five minutes, which means there’s just enough time for us to get ready and get you back to your place so you can pretend you just woke up and get scolded for having your phone off as you take your time getting ready thus making everyone late.”
Rover laughed as Brant planted kisses all over his face. Yeah, that sounded about how it’d go. He hummed softly in approval when Brant pulled him up against his body. Their naked flesh was so warm. He didn’t want to get dressed.
Brant turned his head and whispered into his ear, “Imagine the scandal if they walked in right now and caught us in such a compromising position.”
“Mm… sounds kind of hot…” Rover purred right back.
“Until you realize the PR disaster it’ll cause,” Brant reminded him. It was playful enough and he still had a smile upon his face.
Rover pouted then attempted to roll away. “Should we go, then?”
Brant’s grip on him stayed firm. He wasn’t able to go anywhere. “Not quite yet.”
Rover yelped in surprise then laughed joyously when he was manhandled into a new position. No longer lying on his side, he was on his back now. A position he knew quite well and was admittedly rather fond of. The two of them shared yet another moment where they simply smiled at one another.
The fondness in Brant’s gorgeous eyes was palpable when he said, “You’re the most perfect person I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”
“I didn’t know you’ve never looked in a mirror before,” Rover replied without missing a beat.
Brant rolled his eyes with a snort. He kissed his lover sweetly on the lips, then along his jaw. He continued to plant sweet kisses down his neck, to his chest, and torso. He never broke the other man’s gaze as he continued even lower. Brant paused only to say, “Your turn.”
That intense eye-contact continued as he lowered his head between Rover’s legs. So freaking sexy. A shiver ran down Rover’s spine before Brant even did anything. They so weren’t getting out of here in ten minutes. Rover found that he didn’t care in the slightest. He was having a great time. Luckily for him, loving someone like Brant made breaking the rules oh so much fun.