22. Saxon
Chapter twenty-two
Saxon
After getting the clearance from the doctor, Donny arranged for us to fly in a private jet to St. Louis to see the show.
It was going to be a stretch getting there in time.
But Donny said it didn’t matter, and he was right.
We only needed to get there before they left for Kansas City, or we’d be chasing them.
The flight was about three hours, but we skipped all the bullshit and left within ten minutes of arriving at the airport, since it was a private plane.
And what a plane. It had every bell and whistle, dripping in luxury.
Since we had some time in the air, it was nice to relax without feeling like a sardine.
Donny said there were a couple of beds in the back as well, but we stayed in our seats.
We landed at the Kansas City Downtown Airport and jumped in a limo to take us straight to the stadium.
The drive only took around ten minutes, and we managed to get inside the back gate right as Bramble Punk took the stage.
Donny led me to an area where other team members watched the show from the side.
After catching my breath, I gazed across the stage.
I didn’t see Kay, but then I realized he was leaning against Pierce, back-to-back.
Pierce was using his mic to play air guitar, while Kay wailed on the other side of him.
Joe circled around them, flicking a guitar pick out into the crowd. He grabbed another and started playing along. Pierce threw his arms around both Joe and Kay’s necks for a minute while they played longer, before strutting forward.
I knew from earlier in the tour that there was a long stage that stretched out from the middle, but Bramble Punk didn’t normally go up it.
That part was for Midnight Hunt’s performance.
This time, though, Pierce walked a little way out and bent over to tag hands with fans sitting around the edges.
He yelled something unintelligible into the mic, then danced his way back to the main part of the stage.
It was all very impressive. Very professional.
Then the music shifted, and Pierce positioned himself to sing. He belted out the words.
Crash and burn Don’t blame me Lost in my mind, drinking Beam Bar stool with my name on it Ignore ambition, I’m gone Pouring gin on my dreams Vodka misery What do I do without you
Randy went crazy on the drums, then they returned to the chorus, and I picked out Kay’s voice clearly.
Fast cars, wet dreams Nothing is as it seems Alcohol -- pour on the fuel Blind destruction -- that’s the rule
Pierce did his loud screaming thing, then the song ended. It was their last song, so we’d barely gotten there on time, but we made it.
Kay turned, so I saw his back again as he flung something out into the audience.
Then he walked back a step and turned to stare straight at me.
Donny cheered beside me. And I clapped. Kay broke out into a huge smile.
He handed off his guitar to one of the road crew and jogged over, jumping right into my arms. “You came!” His body was cool and sweaty, but I didn’t care.
It had been too long since I’d held him.
“Of course, baby boy.”
He leaned back and scowled. “No. Not of course. You were in the hospital. Are you okay? What the hell?”
Donny patted his shoulder. “Doctor cleared him. Relax.”
“I do have some precautions but hugging you isn’t one of them. Come here.” I grabbed Kay and pulled him into me again.
He smashed his face into my neck and mumbled, “You’re going to need a shower now, too.”
“Maybe.”
The short firecracker, Marci, came through, yelling orders and pointing at people. She turned to us. “Good show. Make sure you’re on the bus by the end of Midnight Hunt’s set. No screwing around. You too, Pierce.” And she was off like a whirlwind.
“What the fuck?” Pierce growled.
Kay offered Pierce his palm in the air for a high-five. “You killed it tonight, Pierce.”
Pierce slapped his hand. “Thanks to you.”
“What? No—”
“Yes. Seriously. I was super nervous before the show and wanted to pick a fight. Nerves. But, really, I’m sorry. Your words helped. A lot.”
Donny scoffed. “Nervous? You? I never see that. But Kay was right, from what I saw, you killed it. As always.”
Pierce smiled. “I hope everyone’s alright. I heard there was some kind of emergency.”
“I’m good. Concussion.” I shook Pierce’s hand.
“Oh. Well. Careful with that.” He shrugged. “Don’t know how to treat a concussion but take it easy, man.”
“Will do.”
After he walked away, Kay moaned and picked at his T-shirt. “Icky. Let’s go to the bus now. I need a shower. Unless you want to watch Midnight Hunt.”
I leaned in and whispered, “I’d rather watch you shower.”
Kay fake growled and grabbed my hand with one of his, while grabbing Donny with the other. “Let’s go.”
We climbed on the bus and before we made it to the back room, I had two horny littles climbing on me.
Donny was behind me, holding on to my shoulders and hopping around, bumping into me with every little jump.
Kay was in front with his arms around my neck and humping into my groin with every step.
“Guys…Guys. I love the attention, but we need to make it to the room.”
“Yes.” Kay grabbed my hand and tugged me forward.
At the same time, Donny pushed my ass from behind. “Get going then.”
“Joe stayed to watch the show, so the bus is ours for a while.” Kay flung his shirt off, and I didn’t care where it landed.
Donny toed off his shoes and climbed up on the bed, pulling the curtain shut over the small window.
I always thought the room looked elegant but comfortable.
The colors were brown and amber, with soft, glowing backlighting all along the ceiling.
And it was completely dominated by the bed.
There were cabinets and a closet, along with two small nightstands on either side, but the bed occupied the majority of the space. Hands—or butts—down.
I squatted to unlace my boots and shoved them under the bed so they didn’t get tripped over later, while the guys continued to strip.
They only wore their boxers by the time I stood.
Their eagerness showed in their excited eyes as well as the hands that helped yank my jeans off, along with my boxers.
They stopped with the denim around my ankles to take turns licking and sucking me.
Donny flicked his tongue over my crown, while Kay squatted lower to lave my balls with his tongue. There was nothing to do but enjoy it and moan. Loudly.
Someone’s hand squeezed my ass, but I had no idea, nor did I care, who it was.
Then they worked together to pull off my T-shirt and push me onto the bed.
Donny pulled my pants off my feet while Kay sucked my cock into his mouth and down his throat.
I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling as a hand rubbed up my thigh, fingers tweaked a nipple, tongues licked and sucked my balls.
“Daddy…I smell sweaty, but I want you to fuck me before I get cleaned up. Is that okay?” Kay asked as Donny nibbled at my nipple.
“Mm…whatever you want. I like how you smell, even sweaty. Come here.” I pulled him to me until he was lying on top of me.
His hair was wild and messy and smelled crisp and fruity, probably from his shampoo.
“Not stinky at all, baby.” Something masculine wafted up and made me want him more.
Probably pheromones of some sort. “Donny, our boy wants to get fucked. Maybe you should help prep him?”
“On it.”
The snick of the lube opening was followed quickly by Kay moaning. I kissed along his neck and rubbed his shoulders, while Donny worked him over. Quickly, he got up on his hands and knees, giving me better access to play. I teased his nipples and stroked his cock, nice and slow.
It didn’t take long before he rocked back and forth, humping into Donny’s hand. “More…Daddy, please…”
“I’ve got you, Kay.” We switched around until Donny was holding Kay’s head and arms in his lap, while I got behind and rolled a condom on.
I lined up and started pushing in, trusting Donny had done the job right.
Kay pushed back on me with a long moan, taking me in, and making a guttural sound in the back of his throat.
Donny was dragging his hands through Kay’s long hair. When I settled all the way in, he looked up at me. His eyes were shining, and he smiled brightly. “Do it, Daddy. Make Kay feel so good.”
“With pleasure…” I pulled out slowly, feeling Kay’s channel gripping my cock. He was hot and tight. And perfect. I thrust in a little faster.
“More…Daddy…” Kay shifted his ass back and forth.
I grabbed his hips and sped up, quickly moving into full fast-fucking mode.
Donny held him still, and everything seemed more erotic for it.
I loved seeing him there, but I wanted to watch Kay’s face too.
I pulled out and flipped Kay over, pushing his legs back and entering him before he had time to protest. “Better.” Kay’s head lay in Donny’s lap, where I watched both their faces at the same time.
Sweet and sassy. Mischief sparked in Donny’s eyes, while bliss reflected in Kay’s.
I wanted to make him come and then fuck Donny. But if I didn’t do something fast, it was going to be over. “Donny, prep yourself. I want you next.”
He grabbed the lube, moving to the side to get ready, while I grabbed Kay’s cock and stroked him. “Can you come for me, Kay? Be a good boy?”
“Y-Yes…” He moaned loudly. “Yes, Daddy.” I shifted around to hit his prostate. I wasn’t sure if I did or if it was because I was stroking his cock, but a minute later, he came, and I pulled out quickly. I had to grab my cock and hold tight to keep from exploding.
“Good boy, Kay.”
Kay collapsed with a sigh, arms and legs spread out. “Your turn, Donny?”
“Almost…ready…” He was fucking himself with his lubed fingers.
“So sexy.”
Kay sat up and watched. “Mmm…can I get a quick shower while you two fuck? I too sticky.” He curled up his nose and got out of bed. “And stinky.”
Neither of us objected, so Kay went off and Donny got on his hands and knees. “Fuck me, Daddy.” He wiggled around until I grabbed his hips.
“I have to change condoms first.”
“Oh…I got it.” He pulled out another one, while I tugged the first off, then he rolled the new one on. “Might be fun to not use condoms. Soon, but not now. Not yet. Right?”
I kissed the side of his head. “Yes, baby. Are you ready for me?”
“Yes, Daddy.” He bounced on the bed, getting back into the doggy-style position he wanted.
“I’m not going to last.”
“Me either…” He was stroking his dick, and as soon as I entered him, he was practically dancing on my cock. Moving and wiggling around.
“Fuck…”
“You were so hot with Kay…Ungh…I need to come, Daddy.”
I leaned over and mouthed the back of his neck, gripped his hips, then started moving for real. Donny made little, high-pitched whines with every thrust. He smelled like cranberries and figs, much like Kay did, convincing me it was the shampoo. “Delicious.” I nibbled on his shoulder.
“Tickles, Daddy…”
I gave the spot a quick kiss. “Come for me, Donny.”
Kay took that moment to bounce back on the bed. “Come on, Donny. Do it.”
“Uhn…uhn…” He thrust his hips forward and back. “N-Now…”
As the orgasm hit him, he clenched tight, and the pressure and heat made me shoot off like a rocket with stars behind my eyes to prove it.
We passed out after that, and I was sleeping well before a knock on the door woke me. “Hey, are you all on board?” Joe called out.
Donny grunted, and Kay answered, “Yeah, man. We’re here.”
“Thanks.”
“What?” I asked, not sure what that conversation was about.
“They needed to double-check we were here before we left.” Kay stretched out and repositioned himself against me as the bus engine started, sending vibrations through us.
“Okay.” I fell back asleep before the bus left the parking lot.
After waking up the next morning and getting breakfast, Joe grabbed a second cup of coffee and sat beside Kay. “Hey, uh…when we stop next, I’m going to go over to Matty and Pierce’s bus.”
Kay sulked. “You can stay with us. We’re gonna watch a movie.”
“Honestly, I’m jealous enough as it is with you three.” He chortled, playing it off like a joke, but I didn’t think it actually was. Kay probably didn’t either, judging by the way he was looking at Joe. They needed to talk it out later. “I think Pierce and I are going to work on some music anyway.”
“Oh.” Kay jumped up and ran to the back, returning with a notebook. He handed it to Joe. “You can work on that song I showed you. There’s more to it now.” He pointed at the notebook. “That kind of needs rearranging. Right?”
“Hmm…maybe. Can we play with it?”
“Of course. I trust you.”
“Maybe sing this part…” Joe pointed at the page.
“Sure, it goes like this…”
And it’s one more time I didn’t reach for you One more time I thought we were through But we’re still here The fight goes on Even when I’m not that strong
Kay’s voice was incredible. I loved hearing him sing, whether it was on stage, with just a guitar, or a cappella, like now. It was so rich with a slightly scratchy timber—one of a kind. And the words he wrote surprised the hell out of me. “I like it. It’s…”
Donny finished my thought. “Spicey.”
“But not overly so.”
Kay laughed. “We’ll see how that works out. The creative process is not linear. But, uh, I think it has good bones.”
“It does.” Joe looked at the pages again. “I like it too, Kay.”
We worked together to put the table away after that, then we settled on the big couch, and Joe joined us, arguing with Donny and Kay about which movie they wanted to watch.
I was going with them for the Kansas City and Bismarck shows, and after those stops, the tour would be over. Since I had to check in with my doctor by then, we planned to go to Don’s place in LA together. At least to start with. We’d see what happened after that.
Being on the bus was interesting. Before meeting these guys, I’d never done anything like this. Never really done the road trip thing. I’d flown out to a few places for vacations, but that had been rare. It seemed like everything was changing now.
I was kind of surprised by all of it. Did I deserve these two? And what kind of life was I signing up for? I hoped for a better one for all of us.