Chapter 3
Gunner
Gunner had countless fantasies about finally meeting Horatio Slice face-to-face, and in all of them, he was cool as hell. Maybe even sexy. But in reality? Gunner was a cringey dufus. Blushing, stammering—he’d already cried in front of him, for fuck’s sake.
In his defense, real-life Horatio was… more. Bigger. Sexier. Bolder. Looking at him now, he remembered the way rock journalist Caleb Wallace described him:
“People look at that guy and swear he was created by divinity. I disagree. Satan conjured up Horatio Slice, because God wouldn’t be that fucking cruel to the rest of us.”
Considering that, it was no surprise Gunner couldn’t even glance at him without turning into a drooling mess, but then factor in his hotter-than-hot make out request? Yeah. He needed a long moment to process.
“Did I make it weird?” Horatio’s brow furrowed.
Not weird. Awesome. But making out implied tongues, exploring hands, maybe even touching dicks, and was he ready for that, especially with someone whose cock needed its own zip code? He sucked in a sharp breath.
Horatio winced. “I upset you.”
“Oh, fuck no! I’m not upset… I’m stunned.” He swallowed. “You want to make out with me? For real?”
“Hell yeah I do.” Smiling, Horatio set the guitar aside. “Besides, I at least owe you a kiss for bringing me home.”
“But I have a million questions—”
“And I have thousands for you, too. But I haven’t been with an Earth dude in so long, I want to savor this moment.” He cupped Gunner’s chin. “Savor you.”
Gunner was about to ask another dumb question, but when Horatio’s last two words finally landed, his brain short-circuited.
Savor you. Savor. You.
Horatio Slice said that, with his whole chest. Asking questions right now was stupid. After all, it wasn’t every day you got a chance to make out with the hot rock star who fell through your ceiling.
“I’ve never, I mean, I don’t know how… but I want to.”
“Nobody’s ever tasted these pretty lips before, are you serious? That’s a crime against humanity.” Horatio tipped Gunner’s head back, his touch gentle and seductive. “Luckily I’m here to right this wrong.”
Time slowed. A memory surfaced: Gunner, nineteen, watching the latest Monotony video: Horatio sitting in a diner, smoking a cigarette.
Sucking the filtered end with his sexy lips.
Exhaling smoke through his sexy lips. The camera zoomed in, so close, the nicotine cloud could have floated right inside Gunner’s mouth.
The longing he’d felt back then—the sheer, aching want to kiss Horatio—was about to be satisfied.
I hope I live through this.
A brush of lips. Fireworks exploded behind Gunner’s closed eyes.
Another kiss. Longer. Sweeter. Horatio licked his bottom lip, nipped his chin in a sexy way, and declared he was delicious before slithering his tongue inside Gunner’s mouth.
This deeper kiss tasted of peppermint and whiskey, plus something else, something magical that defied description.
Heady feelings dripped down Gunner’s body like warm honey.
Kissing—I’m kissing Horatio Fucking Slice—with tongue, even!
Gunner’s throat vibrated. Did he moan? Out loud?
Fuck it. He didn’t care, especially when Horatio leaned back—shoulders resting on the arm of the couch—and pulled him on top, gently grinding his hard cock against the already firm bulge in Gunner’s jeans.
The kiss turned frenzied. Mouths open. Tongues tangling.
Horatio slid his fingers up Gunner’s shirt and stroked his lower back.
Lightheaded and woozy, he broke the kiss.
“Forgot to breathe,” Gunner panted. “Give me a sec.”
“Take your time, cutie.”
Cupping Gunner’s ass, Horatio rocked their pelvises together, elevating the already delicious friction. “No one with lips like yours could possibly be a bad kisser. It’s science.”
Gunner felt drunk. “You’re a good teacher.”
“I’d enjoy teaching you a lot of things.” Horatio’s voice turned husky. “But, quick question, why am I the only one who’s naked?”
“You dropped in like that, remember?”
“Oh, right.” Horatio rolled up the back of Gunner’s shirt. “Want to join me?”
He almost bolted. Horatio was hot. Hotter than hot. On a scale from one to ten, he was a twenty-seven. And a half. Sure, Gunner had muscles, but he’d look puny next to the Greek god currently kneading his ass. “Uh, now?”
“Kissing’s better when you’re naked.” Horatio’s seductive expression cranked the room’s temperature about ten degrees. “But you don’t have to.”
“I kind of want to.”
“Let me know when you’re sure.”
More hot kisses. More grinding. More blood rushing to his dick.
“I’m sure.”
He slid off Horatio. Trembling with lust, he peeled off his damp T-shirt, wondering what would happen next and if he was ready for it. Eyes down, he dropped his baggy 501s and kicked them aside with his sneakers. Hyper-aware of every inch of himself, Gunner froze in place.
Horatio huffed out what sounded like a hum mixed with an exhale. Cheeks flushed, he grinned at Gunner. “Can you do a little turn for me?”
Twitching under the intense gaze, Gunner rotated slowly, unsure of what Horatio wanted to see—until his butt was facing him.
“Oh, honey, that ass is dangerous. Bring it over here.”
Giggling like an idiot, he straddled Horatio’s thighs, taking care not to sit on his impressive boner—though part of him wanted to. “Hi.” His voice cracked.
“Hi, sexy boy. You make me want to write poetry. On your skin. With my tongue.”
Gunner uttered a noise never heard by man. Part whimper, part sigh. All cringe.
“Where should I start?” Horatio ran his fingers up Gunner’s arms and did a double-take when he noticed the logo emblazoned on his skin. “You have a Monotony tattoo?”
“Told you I was a fan.” Gunner’s stomach flipped as Horatio traced his band’s name with his tongue.
“Looks good on you.”
He admired the snake curling around Horatio’s bicep, sister to the one on his leg. Though rendered in grayscale, the detail was so exquisite that Gunner thought it might bite him.
And he kind of wished it could.
“Not as good as yours. I mean, it looks real.”
“Nice to meet someone who appreciates art.” Horatio licked up to his earlobe. “It’s your turn to kiss me,” he whispered.
Gunner slid forward until their cocks pressed together and paused. This wasn’t a wank fantasy—this was reality. Hard, throbbing reality. Head swirling, dick hardening, he almost lost focus. Many Monotony fans would kill for this. Why him?
I brought him back, and they didn’t.
Emboldened but still breathless, Gunner leaned forward. In his head, a few Monotony fans cheered him on.
“Yeah, kiss him like that. Now, put your tongue in his mouth, but take it slow. Tease him the way he teased you,” they whispered.
Ever the good student, he fluttered his tongue against Horatio’s, coaxing a throaty moan, one Gunner echoed when Horatio reached between them and wrapped his fingers around both of their cocks.
The first languid tug sent all his blood rushing south—chilling his skin—leaving him prickling with desire.
“Don’t come yet,” the groupies cried. “Make it last.”
“I don’t think I can,” Gunner whispered, pulling away from Horatio’s mouth. He pressed his forehead to Horatio’s chest. Did he really say that out loud?
“Can’t do what?” Horatio asked, still tugging.
“Keep myself from coming.”
“Look at me.”
Gunner met Horatio’s bluer-than-blue gaze.
“I’d love to make you come right now,” he purred as he stroked. “Make you shoot your load all over me. But I’d also like you to lay back and let me taste you all over, so when you do come, I can lick every single drop off your hot body. Your choice.”
“Licking.” Gunner nodded. “I choose licking.”
Horatio grinned. “Good choice.”
He stood and let Horatio do the same. The couch sagged low as Gunner took the middle seat, scooting his ass forward until it hung a little off the edge. Horatio nudged Gunner’s thighs apart and knelt between them. After a deep kiss, his expression turned serious.
“You say stop, and I stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop.”
“You sure?” Horatio patted Gunner’s arms, which were pressed tight to his sides, fists buried between the cushions. “I think I’m making you nervous.”
“You are, because you’re you, and I’m… just me.”
“Just you is enough. I want to make just you come as many times as you can handle. Are you ready for that?”
“So ready.”
The seats of the couch were deep. Gunner leaned back as far as he could to give Horatio easier access to whatever body part he wanted. He watched him kiss down to his right nipple and gasped when his areola disappeared behind those lips—with gentle suction and a nibble that made him moan.
“Feels good, huh? Nipples are such a neglected erogenous zone.” He worked over both of Gunner’s, leaving them swollen and tingling. “Now lower.”
It wasn’t just Horatio’s hands, lips, and tongue turning Gunner inside out—it was the way he touched him—with care, like he wanted to please every inch of him. He kissed down Gunner’s abs to his hips, fingers trailing his mouth, sending electric sparks along his body.
“You have a nice, big dick, too.” Horatio’s tongue swirled around the crown, slow and deliberate, as if trying to taste every skin cell.
“Fuck, that feels good,” Gunner rasped.
Horatio spread Gunner’s slit with his tongue. “You’re sweet enough to be dessert.”
Gunner didn’t know what to do with his hands. They rested limp at his sides until he watched Horatio slowly swallow his cock. Then they took on a life of their own—tangling into the brunette silk. Just when Gunner thought he was going to blow his load, Horatio released him.
“I like your dick in my mouth.” He trailed a finger across Gunner’s pubic thatch while staring up at him, eyes dark with lust. “But I need to taste the rest before I let you come.”
Before he lets me come. Jesus. I’m gonna fucking swoon.
Horatio slid his hands under Gunner’s thighs and nudged his legs back. Any trepidations about this vulnerable position melted away with each lap of Horatio’s tongue against his balls. Gunner’s back arched as he gently sucked one testicle, patting it with his tongue while it swelled in his mouth.
“I need you to know that I took three showers today,” Gunner blurted rapidly. Thankfully, he stopped before explaining how thoroughly he’d cleaned up.
“Oh, baby, I can tell.” Horatio sucked his other testicle. “Mmm.”
“Fuuuck, this is—illegal-level good.”
“I have something even better. Can you open your legs more?”
Eager to find out what could possibly be better, Gunner spread wider.
After lavishing more attention on his sac, Horatio’s tongue brushed across Gunner’s taint and continued south to tease his rim.
Shock jolted Gunner’s spine. His idol, freshly yanked from another dimension, was licking his asshole.
And he liked it.
Actually, he loved it. That tongue in that spot made him feel hot and dirty in a good way.
Horatio licked up and down with broad strokes until spit pooled in Gunner’s crack.
Just when he thought he couldn’t get hornier, the hunk slithered the tip of his tongue inside, stretching him open with exquisite tenderness.
“Sweet baby Jesus,” Gunner groaned.
It tickled deeper, sending ripples of shocked pleasure from his ass to his brain.
The wet sounds of Horatio’s mouth combined with his own ragged breathing put him in sensory overload.
Hands gripping the cushion’s edge, Gunner pushed against Horatio’s hot mouth just to get his tongue in further—groaning with intense pleasure when it did.
He knew then and there he was going to let Horatio take his virginity.
I’m going to let him fuck me. I want his giant cock in my ass. I want it so badly.
He was still pondering a more polite way to say, “Just fucking rail me!” when a shift in the air stole the thought. His skin prickled. A low buzz rattled his teeth. Something appeared overhead that shouldn’t be there.
The portal.
“Hey! The gateway is reactivating.”
Horatio let go of Gunner’s legs and turned. “Were you expecting anyone else?”
“No!”
“Then this is bad.”