Chapter 21
TWENTY-ONE
JESSE
I am on fire,
Burning from the inside out.
On the tip of my tongue I taste your desire,
Your big, strong arms holding me down.
This overwhelming desire,
A fever scorching through my veins.
Your sex sets me on fire,
It’s burning me up, I’m lost in the flames.
I am on fire,
Burning from the inside out.
Your sex gets me drunk on desire,
Panted breaths keep me bound.
I am on fire, for you.
Burning from the inside out, the way that you do.
Let the flames burn higher, I’m gone.
I’ll burn in hell, just to fuck until dawn.
Luc watching from the wings as I finish out our encore is truly setting me on fire.
On top of the heat of the stage lights, and the exertion of playing what might be one of my most energetic shows, I am flushed with arousal.
Having his eyes on me while I sing lyrics that I wrote while thinking about him is a heady combination, and I’m about to give Seattle a show they didn’t ask for.
I had to come three times before I could even get myself into these pants.
Luc’s reaction to seeing what I would be wearing tonight was enough to put me on edge before I even got them on.
I tried not to look over at him too many times, especially knowing that he’s prepped, plugged, and ready for me to take all my after-show adrenaline out on him the moment I get into the dressing room.
I can’t seem to keep my eyes off him, and the way he’s watching me has me lit the fuck up.
Thank fuck for my guitar, because I had a half-chub through more than half the show, and I’m full-on hard right now in anticipation of what’s to come. I’m lucky my dick hasn’t sprung free from the plunging deep V of the hemline.
“Thank you, Seattle!” I scream to the crowd, before turning on my heel and making a beeline for him.
Luc was supposed to head to my dressing room as the band and I took our final bows, and I was supposed to meet him there, but I have zero self-control when it comes to this man, and I hot-footed it off the stage like I was being booed off instead of being begged for more.
So now I’m basically chasing him, and he probably knows I’m likely to fuck him wherever I catch him.
Luckily, he’s an athlete, because we make it to the dressing room before I tackle him.
He wastes no time passing me the small bottle of lube, unfastening and dropping his pants before I push him over whatever hard surface we land on first. It’s dark, only a sliver of light coming from a bathroom light that was left on.
Freeing my cock from the confines of the leather, I pass a lubed hand up and down my shaft before pulling the plug from Luc’s ass and replacing it with my cock in one quick thrust. His hands hit the counter, and a choked breath is expelled from his chest with the force of it.
I hold myself still for a moment, a full-body shiver working its way down the back of my neck and spine.
This is the third time I’ve been inside him without a condom, and I’m not sure I’ll ever get over how hot and sensitive everything is bare like this.
The first time was slow and easy, opening him up bit by bit to accommodate my piercings.
There was also the fact that the moment my tip pushed through his tight ring, I was in danger of losing it.
I came before I could even work myself fully inside.
The moment Luc felt me tensing and emptying inside him, he slammed himself back and worked himself on my dick while all I could do was hold on and spasm.
His orgasm swallowed me whole, held my cock inside him from the base, and milked every ounce of cum I had to give until I felt dizzy.
The second time was about thirty minutes before showtime, when I was working him over with the plug, so he’d be ready for me after the show.
It was a pretty big one, but the stretching and opening got us both so worked up, I couldn’t help but fuck a load into his needy, gaping hole before plugging it up.
Luc’s hand comes back to grip my ass, encouraging me to move and letting me know I didn’t hurt him. His ass pushes back at me at the same time, telling me he can take it. I can give it to him harder.
I rock against him for a moment, relishing the searing heat of his insides and the tight clamp of his hole around the base of my cock.
I pull out slowly, and push back in, slowly increasing speed until we find a rhythm that has us both panting.
I was already sweaty, but now it’s ten times worse, streaming off my body and dripping onto his skin as I fuck him.
The sweat, lube, and leftover cum inside him provide a decadent slide and delicious squelch that adds to the cacophony of illicit sounds filling the room.
Heavy panting, moaning, the rhythmic slap of our bodies coming together, the beat of his hand moving up and down his cock, and the sloppy, wet proof of our insatiable desire for each other is fucking inspiring.
It’s music to my ears, especially since I can barely see the outline of our bodies.
“Flashlight,” I say, and Luc hands back my cell phone. I blink at the bright beam of light before my eyes focus, and the sight of my cock moving in and out of his wet, stretched hole is… “Fuck, baby. This is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
He straightens a little, I push his black tank top up to his ribs, so the fabric doesn’t block my view. The slight change in angle squeezes my cock tighter. My balls draw up tight to my body. “Nnygghh–I’m going to come.”
“I want to see,” he pants. “Record it so I can see.”
Quickly, I push the button to record, aiming the phone and light to get everything.
My fist is balled into his shirt, using it for leverage.
His back is curved, two dimples popping up on either side of the small of his back.
His firm, round, tanned ass is turned out, my pelvis bouncing off the tight globes.
My cock disappears inside his stretched-out ring, strokes slowing as my orgasm tears through me.
I hold the camera closer, close enough to see the base of my cock pulsing, pumping cum inside Luc’s perfect ass.
I work myself in and out, extending it for as long as I can, before pulling almost all the way out.
My cock is glossy with cum and lube, and the studs of my piercings are coated and dripping.
“Fucking hell,” I growl, dipping my cock back inside and pulling it out again, watching more cum seep out of him.
I stop the video, then place my phone on the counter in front of Luc and push play.
Immediately I feel him clench. I’m oversensitive almost to the point of pain, but I know he’s close, and I want to feel him react to the sight of my cock inside him.
He comes to the sight and sounds of me coming inside him.
“Next time I want a video of you breeding me,” I say against the back of his neck, biting down on the back of his shoulder to muffle my grunts as he uses me to work himself through his orgasm.
We’re breathless. Boneless. Reckless. When I stumble over to the door to turn the light on, I realize we didn’t even lock it.
I wet a washcloth with warm water and bring it over to Luc to help him clean up, but I just tuck my filthy dick back in my pants and make sure there aren’t any drops or smears of anything visible on my exposed pelvis or torso.
I wash my hands and wring out the washcloth for Luc to use again.
I lean back against the wall, trying to regulate my heart rate and breathing before someone comes looking for me to do the backstage meet and greets.
Luc pulls his pants up, but leaves them undone and falls onto the couch. He leans back against the cushions, sweat beading at his temple, smirking at me like he knows exactly how undone I am. His eyes rake down my body.
“Those pants are trouble,” he mutters, voice rough.
I laugh and walk over, leaning down to brush a soft kiss across his mouth. “You’re trouble,” I say, popping a piece of candy in my mouth, which Luc steals.
I open the door just before Blake can knock, Cory and Tad standing guard.
Triple bonuses. I shoot a wink back at Luc before I shut the door behind me.
He rolls his stolen candy on his tongue, and I walk away grinning like a lunatic.
Blake doesn’t even attempt to chide me, he knows it won’t do any good.
Sunday is a blur of tangled sheets and lazy beams of sunlight trickling in around the edges of the hotel’s blackout curtains. We watch our video on repeat so many times we’re both beginning to chafe. Luc records each time he pumps me full and plugs me.
It’s definitely one way to make memories.
We head to New York on Monday. The city is alive as ever, even as the cold weather sets in, crisp winds biting at every spot of exposed flesh.
Having Luc here with us while we record is almost just as heady as having him watch me on stage.
He sits in the corner of the studio, quiet and watchful as always, while we lay down some of the tracks we’ve been tinkering with lately.
I feel his eyes on me like a physical thing, it sends little zings of awareness over my skin all day.
Before I know it, I’m scratching down lines, humming out a melody that’s coming together like a puzzle in my head.
“What’s that?” Naz asks.
I sing a little for him, a broken fiber of an idea, and it builds from there. Ari fills in some of my missing lyric fragments to build a solid hook, Will tinkering with the tune until it fits, then Naz gives it a heartbeat.
Keep looking at me like that,
I know what’s burning behind those eyes.
Keep watching me like you do,
You make me feel alive.
It’s raw and messy, but I think we all know right away that this is our next big hit.