Chapter Twenty-Four
KAI
I had imagined my first time being inside Silas more times than I could count.
Not one of those imaginings ended with me sobbing on his shoulder. His whispered declaration of love only made me cry harder.
Fortunately, my outburst of emotion didn’t seem to throw Silas off. No, if anything, he seemed to understand. This hadn’t just been sex. Not for me.
It was the realisation of years of dreaming.
And he loved me. He didn’t just have feelings for me. He loved me.
Half an hour later, we were sprawled against the wall of the booth. We’d cleaned up the best we could. Arlo had thoughtfully included a pack of baby wipes, which made the whole process much easier.
We didn’t give our drummer enough credit. Arlo might seem like he wasn’t always present, but I was starting to think he saw a lot more than we’d ever suspected.
Silas’s head was leaning on my shoulder as he munched through a share-size bag of Haribo. Not that he was sharing it. He’d always been tight with his sweets…I wasn’t suffering under the illusion that our being together would change that.
Even his positioning slumped against me was familiar. We’d ended many a recording session with him collapsed against me like this. Both of us exhausted, on the floor together, while Arlo and Luca continued to hammer out a stubborn part of a song.
But now I didn’t have to keep my hands still. They were free to run up and down Silas’s arm. To pull his legs over mine. To toy with his hair.
Silas finished off the last of the sweets, carefully discarding the packet back in the bag. “I have a question.”
“Only one?”
He smirked up at me. “For now.”
I kissed his smirk away. Just because I could. “What do you want to know?”
Something flickered across his eyes. “Is ‘Night’s Darkest Secret’ about me?”
I wouldn’t lie to him. Not anymore. “Yes.”
He closed his eyes. “And the new one? The one you sang earlier?”
I lifted his chin, waiting until he opened his eyes and looked at me. “Si, they are all about you. I have fucking notebooks stuffed to the brim with songs about you.”
His lips twitched. “Even the ones you wrote when we were teenagers?”
I groaned. “Of course you have to remember my adolescent hormonal ramblings.”
Silas snorted, nudging me with his elbow. “Don’t worry. I’m definitely the one who looks stupid in this situation. You’ve literally been whispering lyrics in my ear about unrequited love…oh my god!”
He sat up abruptly, covering his face with his hands. I leaned forward too, forcing myself not to laugh. “What?”
“The lyrics are literally ‘how much more obvious can I be?’…which you sang to me while I was happily oblivious.”
It was no good. My laugh ripped from me. “Yeah. You really should’ve guessed.”
“Fucker,” Silas grumbled, whacking me on the arm. “Not my fault I’m a muppet.”
I pulled him onto my lap, kissing him full on the lips. “It’s not. I wouldn’t have you any other way.”
He slipped his tongue inside my mouth, and I melted. My cock had seen more action in the past twenty-four hours than the previous twelve months combined. That didn’t stop it from thickening like we had time to go another round.
It’d have to hold. It wouldn’t be fair to make Arlo and Luca wait all day. Not when they’d helped orchestrate this whole thing.
“We need to text the others,” I said between kisses.
“Boring.” Silas sighed. “Fine. Let’s get it over with, then we can go to your place and order Chinese food.”
I stared at him as a lump formed in my throat. “As easy as that?”
“Do we need to make it more complicated? The way I see it, we’ve been a couple for years. We just hadn’t got around to the fun stuff.”
“You mean I get to keep you as my best friend and we can have sex when the mood strikes us?”
He grinned, stroking my cheek. “You get to have me in all the ways, Kai. I mean, sure, we can take it slow if you want. Go out on dates. Shit like that.”
“No,” I blurted. “I mean, yes to dates. We basically do that anyway. But fuck no to slow, Si. I’m happy to go as fast as you want to.”
“Good. We’ve wasted enough time. I’m ready to just get on with being happy with you.”
He was saying everything I’d ever wanted to hear, but there was still one thing nagging me. “What about…the wider world? Do you want to keep this hidden? I’m happy if you do. It’s a lot of pressure to put on a new relationship.”
Silas bit his lip before shaking his head. “No. I don’t want to hide us. I’m not ashamed of you, Kai.”
“I know. But the press attention will be unreal.”
“It will…but that’s going to happen regardless of when we confirm what everyone already suspects. Maybe it’s better to rip the plaster off all at once.”
“You’re right. But there’s no rush. We can enjoy each other before letting the rest of the world in.”
“Speaking of the rest of the world, you better text Luca and Arlo before they lose their shit waiting. And Tristan. He deserves to know.”
He was right. Tristan had done so much to try and help. It was only fair to let him know it had all worked out in the end.
After sending the texts, I turned my attention back to Silas. We continued joking around, exchanging kisses and casual touches. It was so easy to get lost in each other that I think we both forgot we were expecting imminent company.
“No one wants to see that.”
Luca’s voice rang out from the speakers, making us jump out of our skins. Our heads whipped around to see our bandmates grinning at us through the window.
“Speak for yourself,” Arlo said when they unlocked the door to let us out. “I wouldn’t mind a free live porn show.”
“You need to get laid,” Silas said, grabbing Arlo in a headlock and ruffling his hair.
Arlo shoved him off with a weak laugh. “I’d argue with you if that wasn’t so fucking true.”
Just then, Jack stepped into the room, appearing over Arlo’s shoulder. From the expression on his face, he’d heard every word of that final exchange.
And hadn’t liked it one bit.
Jack didn’t acknowledge it though. “Luca, your car’s outside. You’ve got an interview in less than an hour.”
Arlo tensed when he heard Jack’s voice. He didn’t turn to face him, just addressed Silas breezily like no one was even there. “Yeah, I definitely need to get laid. Let’s all hit up a club soon. Doubt I’m going to be as lucky as you lot to have my perfect man fall into my lap.”
He spun around, his mouth falling open in mock surprise. “Oh, Jack. Didn’t realise it was you. Well, if you’ll excuse me.”
He brushed past the bigger man like he didn’t have a care in the world.
Unlike Silas, Arlo was a good actor when he needed to be.
Jack’s jaw worked for a moment, his fists clenching and unclenching at his sides. His expression changed like he’d come to some kind of a decision. “Luca, you okay if I take off for a minute?”
Luca’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Sure. Take your time.”
We all watched as Jack spun on his heel and stormed off after our drummer, leaving a lingering silence in our wake.
“Think we can trick the two of them into a locked space?” Luca mused after a while.
“Worked for us,” Silas said, looping his arm around my waist and softly smiling at me.
I returned his grin, leaning down to kiss him. When I came up for air, Luca was grinning at us broadly. “So this is all sorted now? You’re a thing?”
“Yep,” Silas answered for us, and I happily let him. “We’ve both finally pulled our heads out of our arses.”
“Thank fuck,” Luca muttered. “Now we just need to get Arlo and Jack to do the same, and it’ll be happy days.”
Silas and I spent the next week living in a little bubble at my house.
We binged all of The Circle. Silas had already seen most of it without me, but given that it was my fault for keeping him at a distance, I didn’t hold it against him.
We ate our weight in takeaway food.
And we had sex. A lot of sex.
Right now, I had Silas leaning over the kitchen counter, my balls thwacking against his arse as I railed into him.
I wasn’t even sure how we’d ended up here. He’d come in wearing one of those stupidly undersized towels again. One thing had led to the other, and before I knew it, I was searching out the lube to work him open.
“Fuuuuck,” Silas moaned. He had one hand braced in the sink, the other on the edge of the counter. “Don’t stop. I’m so close.”
I grinned down at him dopily, keeping my pace steady. Silas was quite the demanding bottom. Lucky for him, I was more than happy to go as often as he wanted.
Well, almost as often. Silas had a habit of underestimating the toll it took on his body. We weren’t teenagers. We were men in our thirties. There were only so many times I could see him wince as he sat down before I cut him off.
Fortunately, he was as easily satisfied with my mouth on him. Something I was also more than happy to provide.
I looked down at where we were joined, marvelling over his magnificent bubble butt. The way it bounced against my hips was mesmerising. All ripe and peachy. Begging for me to take a bite.
It was almost better than the feel of his tight channel strangling my shaft. Almost, but not quite.
“Kai…” Silas pleaded, his legs starting to tremble against mine.
Unable to leave him wanting, I pulled him upright so his back was flush with my chest. Thanks to our height difference, I had to crouch slightly. My knees would hate me later, but right now, I was in heaven.
I knew what Silas needed. Pinning him to me with one arm, I wrapped the other around his cock. He was dripping with precum. I slicked my palm with it and began to jerk him off. “This is all your fault, you know. Coming in here in that little fucking towel.”
I punctuated every word with a thrust. Silas’s breaths came in quick pants now. “You. Love. That. Towel.”
“Damn right, I do,” I hissed, fucking into him as I stroked him faster. “Can’t tell you how many times I’ve pictured doing this. Just ripping it off you. Bending you over. Fucking you where you stand.”
Silas moaned loudly, his eyes fluttering as his orgasm drew nearer.