Page 20 of Beyond the Stix
“After tonight, and seeing Connor so withdrawn—and it’s not from losing his father, Tobias,” I quickly add. “Every time Jessup shows up, Connor is instantly on the defense. I have no choice but to follow my gut.”
More silence rings out before Tobias asks, “Deep dive?”
“As far as Lee can go.”
“You know, you could have called Dean,” he replies with a yawn.
“Chain of command,” I counter, and Tobias heaves a sigh.
“Give me a day or so.” Then Tobias hangs up.
Feeling slightly better, I stay out front for a while, letting the cool night air calm me and settle what’s rambling around in my head.
As much as Connor has been a pain in the ass with his antics, and as much mischief as he gets into with the entire band, the man’s passionate about his family and his friends. I’m seeing a different side of the drummer, one he normally doesn’t show. I’m coming to recognize that Connor shields himself by his goofy actions and in-your-face attitude.
I hate to admit it, but during this past week, my perspective on the drummer has changed drastically. To be honest, my sexual attraction for him never ebbed after the night we shared—quite the opposite. I think about him constantly. And when I get a whiff of his bodywash, it brings me back to that shower.
I head back in and lay on the couch, letting that percolate in my head. Then I close my eyes, remembering the night, seven months ago, after the band played at the Independent in San Francisco.
I hungrily kiss him back,tasting every inch of his mouth. My hands groping at his bare ass. Cupping his length.
“I need your cock,” he says, as I unzip my jeans and shove them down around my knees. I wrap my hand tightly around both our dicks and we thrust in unison.
“Fuck, John.” We pump our hips in time, wanting more of that frantic delicious friction.
He groans softly. “Christ, John… Yes—Yes, I’m coming.”
Connor grunts, and releases several ropes of cum over my hand and my dick, then leans forward until his forehead presses against my collarbone.
I’m too focused on the familiar buzz at the base of my spine to worry about any jizz that may have gotten on my shirt. I thrust my pelvis faster until my balls draw up, letting loose a loud moan, and come right after.
Tilting my head back, I breathe in the humid air, Connor’s drugging scent, and the smell of our combined spunk.
“John?” When Connor’s shaky voice jolts me out of my lusty stupor, I ignore the heavy bulge in my pants and stare blurry-eyed at Connor, who’s shivering.
He’s standing at the threshold of the living room wearing only tight, black boxer-briefs and nothing else. I’m not sure if it’s sweat or tears on his reddened cheeks, but drops are trailing down his chest.
“What’s wrong?” I bolt off the couch and approach him. “Are you okay?”
He steps farther into the room. “I can’t sleep.” His voice is shaky and meek, not like the raucous drummer I know him to be.
“Connor—” I start to say, but he interrupts with a heart-broken plea.
“Please.” He steps even closer to me and I clearly see the grief in his eyes—and something else I can’t decipher. Fear maybe? “I had a…” He clamps his mouth shut and shakes his head.
I’m not sure what he’s asking. “Want to talk about it?”
His blood shot eyes dart around the room before centering on me. “Come lay with me—just for a little while.”
How can I say no—I should say no to him, but I don’t. He just lost his father and had one fuck of a time dealing with an uncle he hates. “Alright.”
I follow Connor back to his room. The full-size bed looks like it will barely hold my big frame, but add Connor’s body, and we’ll be too close for comfort. But I don’t complain.
I wait until Connor slides into the bed first before I climb in on the other side, being sure to stay over the covers. With his back to me, I reach over him and switch off the light.
Not a second later, Connor snuggles his ass back against my groin, and his posture relaxes. Jesus, talk about torture. I shift my hips away from him until my own ass is half off the mattress, doing all I can to not get a hard-on again even with the covers between us. But I’m failing miserably.
After shifting a bit, I tuck my right arm under the pillow, but I don’t know exactly where to put my left. At my side?