Chapter 15
(Cooper)
“Fuck, more!” Song snarled as someone’s foot hit the back of Cooper’s seat. “Stop teasing me and suck me!”
Gage twisted around and groaned, hand moving to the front of his jeans, while Cooper just tried to get them back to the hotel in one piece.
Song’s moan was accompanied by low, slurping sounds. “Yeah, just like that.”
“Zachy, you better have that seatbelt on,” Cooper hissed, though there was no heat to his voice as he found the entrance to the hotel garage and guided the SUV in, pausing to collect their timestamped pass along the way.
“H-he does,” Song stammered, words broken by a groan as Zachy’s slurping sounds increased. “Oh shit, baby, keep sucking me, please, just…fuck yeah. Yeah. Gods, you have a talented mouth.”
From the moment Song had joined them on the balcony, hair still damp from the shower he’d taken backstage, he’d been keyed up on adrenaline and horny as hell.
They hadn’t even been able to get him to sit down and eat more than the fries he’d stolen off Zachy’s plate as he’d leaned over Zachy’s shoulder, one hand stroking up and down his chest, occasionally brushing over one of his nipples.
Zachy hadn’t cared a whit about his fries at that point; he’d been too busy mewling in Song’s ears; one hand hooked around his neck so he could suck on his neck and pepper his cheek with kisses as Song continued to steal fries.
By the time Gage had excused them all, things had turned damned near pornographic, as Song had moved to sitting in Zachy’s lap, head on his shoulder, growling profanity-ridden filth in his ears that had left Cooper horny and frustrated that he couldn’t bend them both over the table and fuck them into oblivion.
He knew what Zachy had been doing with the hand he’d slid into Song’s lap, because he could see the movements and the heated flush on Song’s face as he’d continued urging Zachy on, all while they were up in the balcony, with an energetic band on the stage no doubt fueling them on.
He should have expected his boys to have voyeuristic tendencies, what with their chosen professions and all putting them center stage, despite the difference in their audiences.
Seeing Zachy so unabashedly unashamed with one hand snaking up Song’s shirt and the other down his pants had flipped a switch in Cooper that he hadn’t realized he’d had.
For once, Gage had to be the voice of reason, after Cooper had leaned over and told Zachy to tongue-fuck Song.
“How the hell did I end up driving?” Cooper groaned as he searched for an open spot amid sharp, high-pitched moans and the snarled filth Song spewed that damn near could have been lyrics.
“You’re the only one with enough patience to deal with New York traffic,” Gage groaned, still palming himself through his jeans.
“Uh-huh, sure.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuucccckkkk,” Song cried, the back of Cooper’s seat being kicked again as he finally spotted an empty space and jerked the SUV into it.
He hit the button to release the seatbelt so hard it snapped back and clipped him beneath the chin, not that he cared, he needed to get his hands on his boys and his cock in one of them before the damn thing cracked and fell off, he was so damned hard.
Gage was clearly in just as excited a state, because he was out the door before Cooper got his door open.
The sight in the backseat intensified Cooper's arousal, as the overhead light illuminated Zachy’s smirking face, with a dribble of Song’s cum trailing from the corner of his mouth. Song’s fingers were buried in the soft strands of Zachy’s hair as his boy stared up at him with bright, excited eyes.
“I should fuck you right here,” Gage growled as he fumbled with Zachy’s seatbelt, freeing him from it as Song slowly released Zachy’s hair, the blissed-out look on his face one Cooper was sure to never forget.
Song’s hair had come loose from the messy bun he’d wrapped it up in before Cooper had plopped a cap on his head.
Now it spilled around his face as he rolled his head against the back of the seat, cracked open one eye, and grinned, the hat precariously perched on the headrest of the seat, dangling by its fluffy pom-pom.
“Sometimes I get super horny after I play,” he muttered, gazing up into Cooper’s eyes. “I hope that won’t be a problem for you.”
“The only problem is that we’re out here and not in our room where it’s legal to be naked,” Cooper growled, reaching in to undo his seatbelt as Gage hauled Zachy across the seats until his backside was pressed against the bulge in Gage’s jeans.
“Can’t we be naked here, Daddy?” Zachy asked, giggling as he wiggled his rear, making Gage groan and slide a hand up his back beneath the jacket he had on, making Zachy shiver. “I want you inside me!”
The inner turmoil he was facing was written all over Gage’s face as they locked eyes across the back seat, Song just as resistant to moving, though for an entirely different reason.
Cooper watched him blow out a long breath and draw his hand out from beneath Zachy’s coat to grip his hips and yank him out of the car.
“No, baby boy, we can’t,” Gage declared, though Cooper could tell that he was struggling to keep his voice firm.
“We need to go up to our room, which means you need to get out and behave until we get there, then you can be as naughty as you’d like.
If you can do that for Daddy, I promise you’ll get a big treat tonight. ”
“The biggest of treats?” Zachy asked and ceased his squirming to look over his shoulder at Gage’s face.
With a nod, Gage bent down to plant a kiss on his forehead. “The very biggest.”
“Okay, I’ll behave,” Zachy declared, groaning as he gave one last, slow, deliberate squirm that dragged his jean-clad ass over the front of Gage’s jeans and left him whimpering, “but I’m really horny.”
“I am too, and I know your Papa is as well.”
“You’re damn right I am,” Cooper growled as he helped Song zip his pants back up, despite his complaints about his underwear being sticky, since the boy seemed determined to just kick them and his jeans off right there and walk in with his bare ass showing.
“Alright, let’s get moving,” Gage said, taking Zachy by the hand and heading for the nearest door with an awkward gait.
“Can we at least be naughty in the elevator?” Song asked as we reached the door to it.
Cooper hit the up button that would take them to our suite, hoping they were the only ones in it because their boys were seriously wound up.
“You will behave in the elevator and keep all of your clothes on,” Gage hissed as the door opened, revealing an older couple who immediately started snickering, clearly having heard his words.
“I remember when that was us,” the elegantly dressed woman whispered to her companion.
“You should, dear; it was just two nights ago.”
Not only did their little imp, Zachy, turn around and wave, but he immediately piped up and started speaking to them as he slipped his arm around 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 as he 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.