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  Abe was panting when Dusk pulled out, leaving Abe’s mouth so empty he was quick to try and follow the cock, but Dusk grabbed it in his thick fist and started jerking off like a madman. “Open your mouth,” he rasped.

  Abe shivered from the excitement those words kindled in him, and he did as he was told, helplessly leaning closer, eyes fixed on the thick dick and the strong hand that worked it at a frantic pace. “Please. Please, Dusk, give me my necklace...”

  Dusk’s cum first spurted over Abe’s lips and cheek, but he wasn’t done, and he let out a deep groan, jerking off those few seconds longer, milking his own cock onto Abe’s neck and chest. The scent was intoxicating, and the spunk so hot, it felt as if it was leaving permanent marks on Abe’s skin.

  Abe whimpered, dropping his head to rest against Dusk’s thigh as he reached to the zipper of his shorts. The grime digging into his knees meant nothing in the face of such excitement, and when Dusk’s softening yet still so very hot dick slid along Abe’s neck, he moaned, pulling out his own erection.

  He thought getting off would be quick and dirty, but Dusk grabbed his arm and pulled him up with an unexpectedly strong tug. Before Abe knew what was going on, he was on his feet, and Dusk’s fingers wrapped around his cock while Dusk squashed Abe between the car and his scorching muscles.

  Abe fell back, arching against the cold steel that made up the outer layer of the vehicle, and pried his eyes open to watch the intent expression of Dusk’s handsome face as pleasure washed over him in rapid waves that could take him to his death if it weren’t for the support of Dusk’s strong arms. Sperm was cooling on his bare skin, and he could sense every drop.

  Dusk’s lips were on his when he moaned, and not only was Dusk’s fist draining every last trace of cum out of Abe, but his other hand trailed over Abe’s neck and jaw. He rubbed his own spunk in as if it was lotion.

  Abe put his hand on Dusk’s and kept it where it was—heating his vulnerable flesh and keeping him trapped in the perfect world where time had no meaning at all. Where people didn’t leave and no danger was coming his way.

  “Thank you,” he said in the end.

  Dusk chuckled. “That was no chore.”

  Abe smiled and pulled his fingertips down Dusk’s cheek. His heart was still thumping in that strong, passionate rhythm. And even though he’d already come, his lust hadn’t been satisfied. “If you’re that good at singing, you’re not far from becoming the new Thirty Seconds To Mars.”

  “Well, we have a gig next week, so you’ll see for yourself if I’m better than Jared Leto.”

  Abe’s skin tickled in warning. It was like a trickle of cold water to remind him that nothing in his world was ever constant. He could not be falling head over heels for a guy who would likely drop him within the month. It was better to just have fun and leave with plenty of good memories. “How do you know I’m gonna be here next week?”

  Dusk grinned and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. “That sounds like a threat, and I won’t have you leave before you see us play. I guess your promised blowjob will have to wait until then.”

  Abe gasped, both enraged and unreasonably excited, as if the fact that a hot guy he’d met earlier that same day wanted him to stay around for a bit longer should flatter him.

  It did.

  “You’re evil.”

  Dusk put his hand behind his head and made horns out of his fingers with a manic smile.

  Chapter 4

  Dusk was rarely nervous about going on stage. By this point, he’d be getting flooded by adrenaline and hyperactive. That was the case tonight as well, to some extent, but Abe about to watch The Underdogs do an actual gig for the first time was making Dusk pace behind the scenes.

  It was a small club that hosted mostly local bands and indies who hadn’t yet earned their name or weren’t popular enough to draw in large crowds. Which put all the more pressure on Dusk, because a large part of the audience was here to socialize, not see them perform. In his experience, little venues like this one, with their black walls and narrow stages, were a bit hit-and-miss in terms of sound too. All this created a concoction of stress that was solely focused on what Lolly would end up witnessing here.

  Dusk noticed Mage frowning at him and sighed. “I know we’ll do a great job. I’m just worried the audience will be shit. You know how it is. He’ll see them ignore us, and in turn, it’ll make him think we’re shit,” Dusk said and had to take a deep breath to calm himself.

  Mage leaned back against the wall, tapping his fingers against the case that held his base guitar. “It’s been a week, and now I’m finding out you’re getting serious about Lolly? Didn’t he say he only wants to come with us to get to LA?”

  Dusk stalled. “I didn’t say we’re ‘serious’ or anything.”

  Mage exhaled and pushed his glasses higher up his nose. “You just want to impress him so much you’re about to shit your pants. Have you talked to him what happens now that we’re home?”

  Dusk crossed his arms on his chest. So, yeah, maybe he wanted to impress Lolly, but that was only normal since he liked the guy. It didn’t mean things were serious. What would that even mean? The longest relationship in his life had lasted two months. Not because he wasn’t open to more, but because things just worked out that way. Tilly went off to college, he went on tour, and then he mostly met interesting people while on tour and couldn’t get involved with anyone local to a place they would be leaving the day after a concert.

  “Remind me again. Why are we best friends?”

  Mage grinned. “Because you need a conscience and I need a bit of adrenaline once in a while?”

  Dusk exhaled and leaned against the wall next to Mage. “I can’t help it. He’s just so fucking cute. And we fuck all the time, so it’s not like I have time to ask him about stuff like that. I don’t even wanna. Things are good the way they are.”

  Mage moved his nose like a chipmunk and cleared his throat, looking at the bar from the open door to the backstage area. “Yeah, I know. We all know. He is a lot of fun to be around. Just like you,” he said, prolonging the last two sentences without a clear reason.

  “See? Everyone loves him, he’s great. Even Sid’s warmed up to him. I’m actually watching over Dawn, so he doesn’t develop a crush on Lolly or something. You know how Dawn can get. He’s too sensitive for this world.” Dusk laughed when he remembered how just yesterday his little brother teared up when he saw an old couple holding hands in the park.

  Mage scowled, staying silent as he thought through Dusk’s words. “Yeah. People do like him. But how can you continue like this without any kind of boundaries? You don’t even know what you want from him. Are you two exclusive?”

  The idea of someone else fucking Lolly felt like a slap to the face. With a sledgehammer. “Of course we’re fucking exclusive!”

  Mage gave a short exhale and pointed above Dusk’s shoulder with his chin. “I don’t think he knows that.”

  Dusk turned around with his stomach going cold already, but as soon as he did, his brain exploded with red hot rage. Lolly was far down the corridor that led to the dressing rooms, talking to Gus, a tall bald guy who’d helped them set up speakers before. The problem was that they weren’t just talking. Lolly was running his hand up and down Gus’s forearm, and Gus was playfully picking at one of the two buns on top of Lolly’s head.

  Dusk didn’t even care to finish the conversation with Mage. He went straight down the corridor.

  Lolly was a tempting treat—today wrapped in a package of pale skinny jeans and a tank top with the image of a skeletal pink unicorn, he wore the necklace Dusk had won for him at the fair on his forehead, like a tiara. And Gus clearly wanted a bite from the deliciously sweet flesh that remained on show.

  “Lolly?” Dusk asked before he even came close enough, but when he did, he pulled Gus’s hand away from Lolly’s hair. His breath was shallow, and the sudden anger made him feel like a pot about to overflow.

  Gus’s thick forearm flexed in
his grip, and if the guy had any visible hair, it would likely be bristling up to go with the knife-sharp gaze.

  Lolly blinked at Dusk in wonder before glancing at his hand pulling away Gus’s fingers. A round lollipop poked the inside of his cheek, and he quickly removed it to speak. “What’s up?” he asked with the most innocent of expressions.

  Dusk shifted his weight, looking between Lolly and Gus like a lion with a shard of glass in his paw. “What are you doing?”

  “Are you some kind of homophobic douchecanoe?” Gus grumbled.

  Lolly shrugged and offered Gus an appeasing smile before glancing Dusk’s way again. “I was getting to know Gus. Did you know he builds custom Lego statues?”

  “What? What is wrong with you?” Dusk clenched his fists. He didn’t need this shit right before the gig.

  “We were clearly flirting, so can you please fuck the fuck off?” Gus raised his pale eyebrows.

  Dusk was quick to shove him at the wall. “No. You better fuck the fuck off!”

  “What are you doing?” Lolly’s arms were deceptively strong when he wrapped them around Dusk’s midsection and pulled him back.

  Gus blinked, watching them for a few seconds, but then burst out laughing. “Is this a jealousy scene?”

  Dusk poked Gus’s chest with his fingers. “Mind your own fucking business!” His face was so hot it could cook an egg.

  Gus shook his head and glanced at Lolly. “You’ve got my number.”

  Lolly gave a slow nod and dropped his arms from around Dusk. He stepped away and pushed his hands into his jean pockets. Behind his back, Mage was watching the whole scene with an infuriatingly calm face. He then slowly showed Dusk a thumbs-up, which didn’t feel congratulatory at all.

  Dusk couldn’t help the hurt bleeding out all over his voice. “Why would you flirt with him?”

  Lolly stared at Dusk, pressing his pink mouth tightly together. “He seems nice. Are you... jealous?”

  Dusk took a deep breath to cool off. He was jealous. There was no denying it. “You say it like it’s a bad thing. Like it’s a joke, or like I should be embarrassed of it. Fuck yes, I’m jealous. So we don’t know where this thing between us is going or whatever, and that’s fine, but right now you’re with me, and that means you’re with me only. I can’t chain you, but if that’s a problem, you can piss off.” He didn’t want to say that last bit, but it rolled off his tongue, and he wouldn’t back out of it.

  Lolly flinched, as if Dusk had physically struck him. “I met you a week ago, and you never said any of this. So now it’s my fault that I don’t fucking read your mind? So typical.”

  Dusk swallowed, watching the determination in Lolly’s pale blue eyes. “I hadn’t thought about it until now…” he tried to make up for his earlier anger with a quieter voice.

  Lolly crossed his arms on his chest and hid his head in his raised shoulders, no longer looking at Dusk. “Of course you didn’t. People always do that. They just put their expectations on other people. That’s why the world sucks. We all just end up using each other.”

  “It’s not true. I just didn’t think about it until I saw you touch him. It’s not like you’ve got everything mapped out. You assumed we weren’t exclusive, so aren’t we even?”

  Lolly’s nostrils flared. “I don’t know what to think. I was meant to come with you to LA. We haven’t planned anything beyond that. And now we’re here. And I am still here,” he said, pointing to the floor between their feet, so pretty in his determination.

  “Well… is there anywhere you have to be? And this week was fun, right?” Dusk dared to reach out for Lolly’s hand. It flinched slightly at his touch, but Lolly’s fingers curled up around Dusk’s, and he gave a tentative nod. He still wasn’t looking Dusk in the eyes, but it was progress, considering how this discussion had started.

  “Do you actually want to go and fuck Gus or something, or would you rather stay with me and claim that blowjob I promised?” Dusk dared a little smile. He’d teased Lolly about it all week, playing on the joke that Lolly wouldn’t leave until he got some head. It was sink or swim now.

  Lolly’s mouth quirked into a smile, and finally he looked up, his blue eyes shining as he spoke. “I would rather have you,” he said and playfully moved his tongue over the lollipop that colored the inside of his mouth blue.

  “So can we agree that for however long this lasts, we stick with each other only?” Dusk leaned down to give Lolly a kiss, and he didn’t even care if there was anyone else in the corridor to see them.

  The supple mouth opened up to him, and Lolly’s sweet-smelling arms slid around his neck. They moved together as if their bodies were built to fit well against one another, and Dusk felt Lolly smile against his lips.

  “Yes. And now I want that blowjob you promised. No more teasing.”

  Dusk grinned, more than ready to have a taste of Lolly’s cock. He scooted and grabbed Lolly under the knees, quickly tipping him over his shoulder and getting up before Lolly could fight it. The candy landed on the floor, but neither of them cared.

  Lolly seemed scared by the sudden loss of ground at first, but once he realized Dusk was perfectly capable of carrying his weight, he rubbed his face against Dusk’s back. “Help, I’ve been captured,” he said, laughing.

  Mage and Dawn looked at Dusk from their place on the sofa, and Mage pointedly tapped his watch. Their gig was fast approaching, but Dusk was certain he’d have just enough time to sink his anchor into Lolly.

  He kicked open the door to the back alley behind the club, and only let Lolly down next to the large recycling container that would obscure them from view. He wouldn’t waste another second and went down to his knees with excitement already rushing through him.

  Lolly gasped and slid his long fingers into Dusk’s hair, gently rubbing his scalp in a way that sent chills down Dusk’s spine. The cardboard boxes and random trash scattered around them meant nothing in the face of proving to Lolly that Dusk was worthy of his time and attention.

  Dusk unzipped Lolly’s jeans and pulled them down as if his life depended on it. The vision of another man’s hands on Lolly was still red hot in his brain, and until he claimed his guy, Dusk wouldn’t know peace.

  Lolly’s cock was only half hard when Dusk sucked it into his mouth, but once he put his tongue to use and rolled Lolly’s balls in his hand, it started growing stiff fast.

  A streetlight shed light directly above them, sinking parts of Lolly’s face in the shadow but also illuminating the bright flush that was already spreading lower, to the cute tattoos visible in the deep neckline of his top. “Dusk, you’re the hottest guy,” Lolly whispered, pulling on his lower lip with his teeth and twisting his hips.

  Dusk’s head exploded with heat, and he sucked harder, savoring the lemony tang of Lolly’s soap and the musky flesh. He wanted Lolly to know just how good he could make him feel, that no other man would take such good care of his needs. He let his hands find Lolly’s ass and he squeezed as he bobbed his head over Lolly’s cock, groaning when the delicious flesh quivered in answer. This would not take long, and he couldn’t wait to feel spunk on his tongue.

  Muffled music provided the soundtrack to the frantic movement of their bodies, but with Lolly’s dick tasting so fucking good, Dusk’s brain might have as well ignored all other stimuli. Even the words delivered in Lolly’s raspy, delicious voice only got to him once they were repeated. “Fuck, you’re good at this. I wanna see you jerk off. Take your dick out.”

  Dusk didn’t hesitate for a second, opening his belt and jeans frantically. Hearing obscene words from that lovely, candy-flavored mouth was such a huge turn-on he got out of breath and licked his way down the curve of Lolly’s prick, sucking on the loose skin of his sac. He was so hard it was becoming uncomfortable, and yet he’d been so preoccupied with giving head that he hadn’t had the mental capacity to do anything about it. But he’d gladly jerk off for Lolly’s pleasure.

  With his dick in hand, Dusk attempted to take Lolly’s cock
into his throat, gagging time and time again, but he didn’t care if the wetness on his cheeks and the saliva dribbling out of his mouth and wetting Lolly’s balls made him look obscene. He wanted to make his boy come as fast as possible.

  The slender hands slid down his cheeks, caressing him gently, but Lolly’s hips were starting to tremble erratically, and before Dusk’s lust-clouded mind could make out what was going on, the first spurt of cum filled his mouth.

  He closed his eyes and groaned, enjoying the taste of his lover as his own cock throbbed in his hand for release. He sped up the already frantic strokes, and he came moments later, hungrily sucking on the side of Lolly’s still-hard dick.

  When the last jet of seed left Dusk’s body, he slumped forward, cuddling up to the soft flesh that smelled like both man and candied lemons. Lightheaded, he groaned in pleasure when Lolly pulled him closer, until Dusk’s cheek rested on his softening dick, with the open zipper cooling the fervent heat of his face. The pretty hands stroked Dusk’s head, as if in reward for a job well done. Dusk liked to think that was just the way Lolly saw it.

  “Shit. That was great.”

  Dusk smiled and kissed Lolly’s stomach. The stress of seeing Lolly with another guy was dwindling in the face of such appreciation. “I needed that.”

  Lolly slowly sank into a crouch and put his arms around Dusk, showering sweet, caring kisses all over his face. “Yes, me too. You never stop surprising me.”

  “I’m sorry if I got angry before. But you caught me off guard, too.” Dusk stroked Lolly’s thighs, playing with the fine blond hair that dusted the flesh.

  Lolly smirked and pressed his nose to Dusk’s. It was uncomfortable to meet his gaze from so close, but Dusk wouldn’t close his eyes even if the proximity gave him a permanent cross-eye.

  “Always say what you want. I will listen, and then we can agree on it or not,” Lolly said softly.