Chapter 8
Chapter eight
Drake - Miami
I walked through the studio with the rest of the band following, searching out Wolf, who was somewhere because the place was open.
Finn saw him first, through the window. I pushed the door open, and music filtered out.
He was playing something classical on a keyboard.
Lord knows, I’m no expert, but it sounded damn good to me.
I’d heard Wolf was a musical genius, and this proved it as far as I was concerned.
He stopped playing and looked up. “Oh, hey. Just killing time. I got here early.”
“What was that?” Finn asked, tapping his finger on one of the keys.
“Mm…don’t.” Wolf grabbed his hand, pushing him off. “Just something I wrote. You guys ready to get to work?”
“Wrote? Holy cow. That was brilliant.” Gonzo was probably the most music-abled of us, which was why he always helped write the music. He’d had guitar and piano lessons as a kid and was pretty good at writing sheet music.
“Eh. Thanks. It’s been a work in progress for years.”
“It’s better than what we do.” Tank looked at the keyboard longingly.
“Not really. It’s different. More complex in certain regards, but it’s only one instrument, and I don’t know…not popular.” He closed one eye, cringing a little.
“That depends on how you define popular, doesn’t it?” I was pretty sure some people would love his music as much as ours or even Midnight Hunt’s.
“Well, you’re right, which is why I said it’s different, not better.
” He quickly shifted gears after that and got us started on another song.
It was an old one of ours, but we were completely deconstructing it.
“I’m going to play back what we recorded yesterday, and then we can figure out where to go with it.
” He handed us each a printout of a lyrics page and the sheet music as we’d arranged it so far.
Then he went into the booth, and after a few seconds, I belted out the words.
You’re more than just a line in a song
I’ve been watching you spin your wheels for so long
What are you running from? What are you running to?
Chasing dreams can be lonely fuel
Even harder to make them real
Lonely Boy
Lonely Boy
Finn held up his hand to get Wolf’s attention. “Stop. Stop.”
“What is it?” Wolf asked.
“Two things.” Finn held his fingers up in a peace sign. “First, based on what we’ve been talking about, we should probably start with the hook. But second…”
“Spit it out, man.” I strapped on a rhythm guitar.
“Second…that’s a shitty hook.”
“What?” I scowled.
“It is. Come on, man. We all know you wrote this for Matty, but like, it’s not great.”
Gonzo plugged in his bass. “Not hard enough, either. Too wishy.”
“Wishy?” What the hell was he talking about?
“Wishy. Washy. Watered down.” Gonzo tilted his hand back and forth.
“If you guys don’t like the song, maybe we scrap it.” I was trying not to take it personally, but they were right. This song was all about Matty. And it was personal. It hurt that they didn’t like it.
Finn flipped me off. “This is why. I mean, you get so protective. I like the song, but it can be better.” Well, I had been afraid that Finn would be the one kicking and screaming to not change our songs, but he hadn’t been. Actually, he was right, especially on this one.
I strummed the guitar hard and fast. “This is me…letting all the sentimental shit gooo…”
Tank snorted, and Gonzo busted out laughing, even falling to the floor.
Wolf interrupted the fun. “Alright, guys. I agree with Finn. So? Better hook?”
“Play it again and let me think…” As the music played, I listened and imagined it with more power, faster licks.
“I like the Chasing dreams can be lonely fuel line. Let’s play with that. Like…Chasing dreams. Lonely fuel.” I sang the words with a punch.
“Yeah!” Finn pumped his hand in the air.
My phone buzzed in my back pocket, and I pulled it out to look at the text from Matty.
Oh lord. A bored Matty was a dangerous thing.
I hoped that would work. I tucked my phone away and got back to the song.
Finn played through the first bit with a different emphasis, making it more powerful and raw. I jotted down a vastly changed chorus. “Okay, play that again.” I rolled my hand and sang the changed lyrics this time.
Chasing Dreams. Lonely Fuel.
Spinning wheels. Racing fool.
Hide your scars. Run so free.
Chasing Dreams. Leaving me.
“Fuck yeah!” Gonzo jumped up and slapped my back. “That’s what I’m talking about.”
“Finn?” His face was scrunched up.
“Eh. It’s better. I love it.” He smiled brightly.
“Asshole.”
“But now what are we going to do with the verses?”
Another buzzing from my pocket. “Fuck. Hang on.”
The guys snickered, and I heard one of them whisper Matty’s name. They weren’t wrong.
His text was accompanied by a picture of him, naked and sprawled out on the bed. What a luscious body. He was distracting. I didn’t text back. That would only encourage him. Instead, I tucked my phone away and got back to work, ignoring the next few buzzes.
“Damn, Drake. Just answer it.” Finn bumped into my shoulder and took the paper I’d been writing on out of my hands. “Let me play with this a minute.”
The series of texts from Matty were increasingly dirty.
Him jacking off. Him in dance poses—still naked.
Then a video. I shouldn’t look but couldn’t resist. It was a very naked Matty dancing through the house.
He leaned over the counter of one of the islands, kicking his feet in the air.
He must have had the phone set up on the other one to catch the performance.
Well. It was a damn shame he couldn’t dance ballet anymore.
These moves were easy enough; the harder ones with jumps and the giant leaps were the ones he couldn’t do.
His knee wouldn’t hold. But he had the perfect body for it. Long, lean. Plump ass.
“Do I want to know what put that smile on your face?” Finn smirked at me, cheeky bastard.
I grunted and put the phone away. “Where were we?”
Tank snorted again, so I flipped him off.
“Can we get back to it?” I took the paper from Finn, looking at his changes. “This could work.”
“Let’s try it from the top.” Finn stuck the first notes on his guitar, and we all joined in.
When we got back to the house, I opened the front door. “Matty!”
A squeal came from upstairs, followed by padding feet down the stairs. And Matty streaked through the back of the kitchen, hands over his head and into our room.
Gonzo laughed and went into his room, which was at the front of the house. Finn’s was across from his, but he didn’t go in. He clapped my shoulder. “You are in so much trouble with that one.”
“Fuck off,” I grumbled back.
Tank snorted and headed to the back of the house. His room was also at the back, across the kitchen from mine. He opened the fridge on his way. “Anyone else hungry? We have steaks thawed.”
“Ohh…grilling time!” Finn clapped his hands, but I needed to ignore them and tend to my bratty boy.
I went inside my room, locking the door behind me. “Matty?”
“Daddy!” He jumped up and down on the bed, hands over his head. Still naked.
“Stop it.”
He dropped to his ass. “Sawry.”
“Are you going to get a spanking tonight? You’ve been interrupting me at work all day. And we have a rule about naked time.” Since finding him starkers at his playdate when I picked him up, I put the hammer down on taking his clothes off.
“No, Daddy. No spankies.”
“I don’t know. You can’t pull shit like this again.”
He shook his head. “No, Daddy. I’ll be good. I’ll keep my clothes on. But no bodies were home.” He held a hand up.
I wasn’t going to have it. “I think you get spankies, Matty. To help you remember. I don’t care who was home; outside of this bedroom is public space.
Anyone could have shown up. One of the guys.
The housekeepers.” Because that was something else that I hadn’t expected, but Jinx didn’t want us to worry about cleaning when we needed to knock this album out.
“My work is important. You can’t blow my phone up like that. ”
“Yes, Daddy.” Then he smirked at me, the demon. “Talkin’ about spankies makes my peen hard, Daddy.” He was indeed hard now.
I had no choice. I threw him over my knee and gave him two swats that weren’t terribly hard but still left a blush of pink on his perfect little ass. I squeezed his cheeks and damn, now I wanted to fuck my boy.
Matty moaned. “I’m so hard now…”
“Well, what are we going to do about your hard little peen?”
“Daddy…I need blowies.”
“Do you now?” I chuckled, but seeing those texts from him all day had me ready for playtime.
I manhandled him around and lay back on the bed until he was over me.
“Don’t move, Matty. I don’t want to drop you.
” I used his hips like handles to move him around, and push and pull his dick in and out of my mouth, rubbing it against my tongue.
“Daddy…” He made all kinds of sexy noises, but he didn’t wiggle. “Make me come…”
I applied more suction, moving him faster until he finally came, pouring down my throat. I didn’t give blow jobs often, but Matty sure as hell made it fun. When he finished, I eased him down to the bed.
“You’re so strong.” He rubbed his hands over my biceps. “You want blowies? Or…”
“Both. Give me your mouth first.” I knelt up and pulled his head to my groin. He licked my balls and up my dick, until he opened his mouth and took me in. He started bobbing and sucking, but I stopped him. “I’m going to fuck your mouth. Hold still.”
He grunted and obeyed immediately. I thrust in and out.
As much as I wanted to fuck him, the wet heat and suction of his mouth was doing the job.
I grunted and stilled, pushing as far into his mouth as I could until he gagged.
Then I exploded, hoping I wouldn’t choke him, but he swallowed, like a trooper.
“You’re going to be the death of me, kid.” I fell back on the mattress.
“Kid? Huh…”
“Shush, before you get more spankies.”
He lay beside me on the mattress, wrapping one leg over mine. I didn’t want to move, but my growling stomach said otherwise. “Come on, Matty. Let’s grab some food.”
“Okay.” He jumped up and thankfully put on a T-shirt and a pair of gym shorts.
I donned sweatpants and a T-shirt before leading Matty by the hand to the kitchen.
Of course, Finn wolf whistled as soon as we walked out. He was sitting at the big dining table outside, but the huge glass sliding door was open all the way, so it might as well have been the same room.
I flipped him off, then turned to Matty. He was grinning ear to ear, as if it were a badge of honor.
We filled our plates with salad fixings left on the island counter, then headed outside to join them. Of course, they started more shit. Finn leading. “Way to get busy in there, Drake.” He slid a couple of steaks onto our plates.
“Nice of you to service the man, Matty…” Gonzo chuckled as he threw out his barb.
I pointed at Tank, daring him to contribute. He held his hands up in submission.
“The rest of you fuck right off.”
Matty snorted. “Easy, Daddy.” He patted my arm as he sat next to me, really taking the teasing in stride.
I was a little concerned he’d be upset or embarrassed.
Guess I should have known better. My little streaker was also known to wear tight shirts with sayings like cum dumpster on them at work.
Right. Maybe I should have brought the boy here all along.