4. Donavan
Chapter four
Donavan
Things changed fast after Rocktoberfest. Ziggy went to rehab, and Midnight Hunt took a break.
Blacksmith Sugar took over the rest of the tour, and Bramble Punk still opened.
At first, I thought it meant Kay had to go on the rest of the tour without me, but after a few meetings, it was agreed that I should stay on as Midnight Hunt’s liaison, since they had a stake in how it went.
It was good for all of us. And good for Kay, more than anyone else knew.
The guys in Blacksmith Sugar were tight and didn’t socialize as much with Bramble Punk, but that worked out better for Kay.
When we finished a show, we didn’t stick around to watch the other band; we went to either the bus or the hotel room.
We had shows in LA, Seattle, Salt Lake City, Oklahoma City, and the final show, which we were now finishing up, in Dallas.
Kay tossed his pick out into the crowd and shot them the rock horns—pinky and index up—with both hands and walked off the stage, everyone following. I handed him a towel. “Thanks.”
“Sure. Let’s go back to the bus.” He looked around for Alden. It had become routine, so the guard wasn’t far away, already expecting to escort us out.
Kay held my hand as we walked through the back of the house and out. He was practically vibrating, the adrenaline still pumping. “I’m going to take a shower.” He leaned in closer to me and whispered, “Then we can play.”
I tugged at his hand. “Deal.”
While he took a shower, I changed into an oversized T-shirt and soft sleep pants.
Then I pulled out our coloring books and the LEGO set I bought.
I settled down to color while I waited for him, choosing a page with a racecar on it.
I chose red violet for the body of the car and was about halfway through with it when Kay ran out, wearing soft shorts and a T-shirt.
“I wanna color too.” He sat across from me.
I handed him two other books. “We have pets or fantasy.”
“Oh. Fantasy. Dat has dragons.” He was regressed to his little already.
When he started coloring, I asked, “Are you glad the tour is over?”
“Mm-hmm. We’re on break for a while.”
“The guys said you get to start recording right after Christmas. Are you ready?”
Kay shook his head. “I’ve hardly written anything. But we have time.” He huffed and put his hands in his lap. “I’m a-scared to tell the guys I don’t wanna sing any mores.”
“I’ll help, Kay. We’ll figure it out. But let’s play for now.”
He still looked sad and worried. I needed to change that, and I had an idea on how to take his mind off things.
“Why don’t you come sit with me on this side?
” He crawled over the floor to squeeze in beside me.
I hugged him and watched him color for a minute before moving my hand lower.
I rubbed up his thigh, then slid my fingers to his crotch and fondled his balls.
He started wiggling around, making those mewling sounds, as his dick got harder and harder. “Feels good?”
“Yeah…”
“Good.” I kissed the side of his head. “Want you to feel good.”
“Don?”
“Yes?” I squeezed his cock through the material of his shorts.
“Will…will you, uh…”
I assumed he was going to ask for more, maybe for me to stick my hand in his shorts and touch him skin on skin. “What do you want, baby?”
He huffed, as if making him say it was a chore. “Will you fuck me?”
I froze. I’d never topped anyone before, not that I wasn’t willing. “I can… To be clear…are you asking me to penetrate you?”
“Yes.” Kay wasn’t a big guy; he was nearly the same height as me, but he was thin with a wiry strength.
But on stage, his presence was bigger than life—at least to me.
“I need…I mean, we’re still looking for our daddies, but that may never happen.
I say cross that bridge when we get to it.
But we’re both here now, and we may be both little, but I need to be close right now.
Closer than ever, and I love you.” He moved fast, up and over, straddling my thighs.
“I’ve got you, then.” I swallowed hard. “We need lube and uh…condoms.”
Kay smiled wickedly. “I saw some in the bathroom.”
“Go get them and meet me in the back.” We’d taken over the big room since Wolf and Harrison weren’t on tour with us anymore and Blacksmith had their own buses.
None of our guys argued about it. I’d bet they suspected we were fucking already and didn’t want to be on the same bus with that.
All the better for us, even if we hadn’t actually fucked.
Yet. But it looked like that was going to happen since Kay scrambled up and into the bathroom.
When I walked into the room, he was already naked on the bed, stroking his cock.
What a sight he was with his wild hair spread out all over the pillow, and slowly thrusting up into his hand.
I had to grip my cock. Kay’s hip bones jutted out, making serious gutters pointing to his pelvis, making me want to lick them.
And since he wasn’t objecting, I dropped my sleep pants and pulled off my shirt before climbing on the bed and looming over him.
The first order of business was a tongue bath, and I started with his hips, moving to his cock, then his balls, before going lower.
I flicked my tongue over his taint, then grabbed the back of his thighs and shoved his legs back before diving into his hole.
I’d never rimmed a guy before, but I’d had it done to me and knew what I liked. That was what I did to him. Licking around the edges, then spearing my tongue inside. Kay bucked and made a surprised sound, before moaning long and loud. “Didn’t expect that…”
I nipped the side of his ass. “I’m prepping you right if we’re doing this.”
“Mmm…not arguing.”
“Good boy.”
Kay liked the praise as much as my tongue by the humming he started up. I noted that for a later time. Apparently, my rockstar had a praise-kink. And I was all too happy to oblige him with it. But for now, I rimmed him until he was falling apart.
When I finally sat up, Kay looked mostly blissed out, but there was still a little tension there as he gripped his cock tightly. I pulled his hand away from his member before he broke it. “Hey. Relax. You can say stop at any time, and I will. Always.”
“I was trying not to come yet, but that was so fucking good.” Before I had a chance to ask if he’d ever had that done before, he slapped the condom against my chest.
“Need lube.”
He scrambled around for the packets he’d also found in the bathroom, or at least I assumed that’s where they came from. Finding them, he handed me three. “Don’t skimp.”
“Course not.” I ripped the first open to give him more prep. Licking was great, but not enough. I didn’t want to ever hurt him. But it had loosened him up enough that the rest went quickly, and soon he was trying to fuck my hand and begging for more.
I stopped long enough to wipe my hands on the bedsheets and roll the condom on.
“How do you want this, Kay?” It had to have been a while since he’d gotten fucked since he’d been on tour most of the year.
Although others had hook-ups on tour, Kay had pretty much been with me.
Well, at least since Rocktoberfest, which was last October, and now it’s December.
At least three months, but I suspected longer—much longer.
“Face to face. I want to see you. This isn’t some anonymous thing.”
“No. It’s not. Definitely not.” I leaned in and kissed him hard as I lined up the tip of my cock to his hole and slowly pressed. We worked it in together until I was seated all the way against him.
Kay gulped. “Full…”
“Is that what you wanted?”
“Yes. Please. I love this. Love you…”
I kissed him again. “Love you too. Now be a good boy and pull your knees back.”
“Yes…” If he wanted to say Daddy, he didn’t, and I wasn’t going to push it. We both knew I wasn’t that for him. Fucking him was one thing, but I would never be a daddy. It wasn’t in me.
But he held his legs, and I fucked into him hard. Talking was for later.
The sounds he made were beautiful, and I knew he’d make a daddy very happy someday. I wished it could be me. Wished we could be together forever. But we knew that wasn’t in the cards. It broke my fucking heart, but I wasn’t willing to let go.
He came first, since I grabbed his cock and stroked him to it, but when he clenched tight around me like a fucking vise, I shot off quickly.
Kay sighed. “That was nice, Donny.”
“It was. I’m happy to give you what I can. But…”
“I get it. But I can fuck you too, if you want. You like to bottom, right?”
“I do. But you don’t have to.”
“I can. I’m pretty verse. I’ve actually topped more. Most, uh, most hookups expect the rockstar to top.”
“That’s stupid.”
He laughed, sounding a lot happier than I’d heard him in a while. “Let’s change the sheets. Damn, I hope there’s a spare set.”
“Me too.”