Page 40 of A Little Christmas! 4: Song
“My boyfriend is a drummer in an awesome band, and we just finished listening to them play,” Zachy declared. “Now we’re all twitchy and can’t wait to get up to our room.”
“Oh my god, Zachy,” Cooper groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose as Song slid his hand into Zachy’s back pocket and gave a squeeze that made him jump and let out a little gasp.
Behind him, the older lady just giggled. “Honey, you’ve got nothing to be ashamed of. You should be proud that he wants to ride you like a pogo stick for the rest of the night.”
“Evelynn!” her gentleman companion hissed.
“What?” she replied. “It’s the same way I feel about you.”
Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god,was all that ran through Cooper’s head as Gage snorted and started chuckling right along with their giggling boys, who skipped out the door of the elevator the moment it opened on their floor, Song’s hand still in Zachy’s back pocket.
Zachy hadn’t even bothered with pockets; he’d slid his hand up the back of Song’s jacket and shirt, giving him the skin-on-skin contact he’d been craving, getting him all wound up again. It turned out that the elderly couple was getting off there too, with Evelynn giving them a wave before heading off in the opposite direction with her companion.
“Have a fun night, boys,” she called as they headed down the hall.
“That has to be the single most amazing conversation I’ve ever been a part of,” Gage said in between chuckles, “and I didn’t have to say a word.”
“I don’t know whether to be amused or mortified,” Cooper said as they caught up to Zachy and Song at the door, where they were pressed together, making out again.
“Oh, I’m amused as hell,” Gage replied as he fished the key card out of his pocket and carefully nudged Zachy and Song aside so he could touch it to the card reader.
It was a good thing that he got the door open when he did, because Song had started shoving at Zachy’s jacket, while Zachy just yanked Song’s off over his head, taking his t-shirt with it. Cooper grabbed both before they got tossed aside and half-pushed, half-guided them into the room, kicking the door closed behind them.
He made it two steps before his sensible side reminded him that he hadn’t thrown the safety latch, and he turned back around to secure it. A thud and some giggles behind him had him whipping his head back around to see Zachy pinning Song to the wall, Song’s arms stretched up over his head and pinned to the plaster as Zachy thoroughly plundered his mouth.
“Just how much sugar did you let him have while I was backstage?” Gage asked from where he’d knelt just inside the entryway, creating an obstacle Cooper nearly stumbled over ashe tried to go around him only to step on one of the boots Gage had cast aside.
So much for neat, orderly undressing. Chaos was going to reign tonight, and Cooper could get on board with that, at least until the mess triggered his inner neat freak in the morning, though he hoped to be too sated for it to bother him much.
“It was a special occasion,” Cooper said as he pulled his t-shirt off, “and he can’t drink alcohol, so I got him one of those virgin Oreo mudslides.”
“So basically, a giant ass chocolate shake with tons of cookie bits in it,” Gage groaned as Cooper watched the puddle of clothes grow on the floor around Zachy, whose hat, scarf, and jacket were rapidly growing into potential tripping hazards.
It was too much, and he hurried to gather it all up before one of them bit it and cracked their head open on the edge of the dresser or bed.
“Pretty much,” Cooper muttered, feeling a little sheepish when Gage put it that way, but their boy couldn’t have caffeine and didn’t really like soda, so he’d really seen no other option besides water or a virgin margarita.
“Oh, tonight is gonna be off the chain,” Gage remarked, smirking over at him. “You up for it?”
“You’re damn right I am,” Cooper replied as he dumped the clothes he collected, as well as the rest of his, after he’d stripped them off, in the chair in the corner of the room.
Zachy had gotten Song’s jeans undone and shoved down around his ankles, trapped by the boots he had on, not that he or Zachy seemed to mind. Zachy had his own pants undone, so Cooper yanked them around his ankles and reached between him and Song to capture their cocks in his hand, already dripping precum, and stroke them until they were both whining into the messy kiss they shared.
“Keep them there a moment,” Gage ordered, his words growled against Cooper’s skin before he licked a stripe up his neck, nipping just beneath the pulse point there, a move that left Cooper groaning.
“Fuck,” Cooper hissed as he realized that out of all of them Gage, who’d gained a reputation in the house for edging them all mercilessly, was the one with the most clothes still left on his body.
Gage knelt and undid Zachy and Song’s laces as they continued making out, Cooper stroking them slowly, ramping up the pleasure for them as Cooper somehow got them to lift one foot at a time so he could remove their boots. The steady thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk of him tossing them over his shoulder into the corner of the room might have bothered someone if they weren’t in a corner suite.
Cooper gave their cocks a little twist and smeared the precum that welled up along their lengths, the remote flying off the top of the dresser as Song stumbled into the mirror and desperately reached out to keep from losing his balance any further than he did as Cooper tugged his jeans off him and freed his trapped ankles. Cooper was forced to let go and help steady him, which, in hindsight, might not have been the best thing to do, because it freed Zachy to create a tornado of jeans, socks, t-shirt, and underwear as he stripped them off and sent them flying.
Gage barely stumbled out of the way with Song’s jeans and underwear in hand when Song tackled Zachy and sent him sprawling across the bed, his kisses rough and possessive as he kissed his way up Zachy’s body until he was lying flush on top of him. Gage’s tongue flicked out as he watched Zachy squirm beneath him, hook one leg over his hip, and rock his hips, rubbing their cocks together as he rolled Song over, trapping him against the comforter.
“Hmm, stay like that so I can blow you again; you taste yummy,” Zachy pleaded, straddling his legs so he could lower his head and lick the precum that was welling up from Song’s cock again.
No doubt about it, they were both keyed up, eager, dripping, and primed to come repeatedly. Sliding onto the bed beside them, Cooper stretched out along his side, tangled his fingers in Song’s hair, tugging him into a kiss just as Zachy took his full length into his mouth, their boy showing off the deepthroating skills that always got his head reeling when he put them to use on him. Now he was treating Song to a version of it filled with music, as he did his best to hum one of the pieces Song’s band had played earlier in the night.
He captured every pant, every whine, every whimpered attempt to hum along, his tongue sliding against Song’s as Zachy made him writhe. Song had one hand on Zachy’s head, fingers buried in the strands, and the other tangled in Cooper’s, squirming as he rolled his hips and arched into the kisses, chasing an orgasm as Zachy’s entire cadence changed.