Chapter 23 The Song Of Las Vegas #2
It took half an hour before we could get the playback running from my laptop through the PA system.
Once that was set, we arranged my keyboard and Sebastian’s guitar, along with two microphones, creating two workstations facing each other.
We had both practiced our parts at home, hoping we could piece everything together easily now.
Originally, we had wanted to meet two months earlier for a practice weekend, but we decided against it because of Sebastian’s finals.
That was also when we chose not to involve other musicians yet.
While having a live set of drums and even a string quartet would’ve certainly elevated everything, it also would’ve complicated things tenfold.
For now, the strings and drums could come from my computer while we sang and played keyboard and guitar live.
As far as I knew, it wasn’t uncommon for bands to use pre-recorded elements during concerts, so why should we worry more about it than others?
Even with the successful crowdfunding, we were still as indie as a band could be.
In the end, the most important thing was that we sounded as good as possible.
We spent the rest of the evening going through each song, and to my surprise, playing them live together wasn’t as difficult as I had expected.
Sebastian was well prepared. His voice sounded just like it did on the recordings, and he had no trouble playing the guitar at the same time.
I had to push past my reluctance to sing into a microphone in front of an audience, but after some encouragement from Seb and Nora, a brief nervous breakdown, and a five-minute hugging session with my boyfriend, I gave it another shot and somehow managed to let go of my fear and enjoy it.
By the end of the day, we weren’t quite ready for a concert, but we were getting closer. As the clock struck eleven, I could feel the fatigue from the flight and the jet lag catching up with me.
Raul picked us up again and drove us back home. It took only five minutes for Seb and me to end up in bed together. As soon as he wrapped his arms around me from behind, though, my eyes dropped shut.
I woke up the next morning to the bed shaking, only then realizing I had fallen asleep before we followed through on our promise to make out. Still a little drowsy, I propped myself up.
Seb sat at the foot of the bed in his underwear.
“Look who’s awake.” He reached under the comforter and caressed my ankles. “You still have a minute before Nora starts banging on the door.”
“I can’t believe it.” I let myself fall back onto the pillow, hiding my face behind my hands. “I missed my chance to make out with you.”
His caresses sped up. “Let’s focus now. There’ll be plenty of time after the concert. I promise.”
We both took showers (not together, unfortunately), and after a quick breakfast with Nora and Raul (who I only then realized must’ve stayed the night as well), we drove back to the rehearsal room.
Things went much more smoothly that day.
By lunchtime, Nora said she had all the material she needed for the last-minute promotion and that we could spend the afternoon however we wanted, just the two of us.
I hadn’t even realized she had been filming, but when she showed us a few of the clips, I was surprised by how professional we looked and sounded.
Despite her announcement, we kept running through the set over and over until it was dark.
That evening, when it was time for bed, my eyes felt heavy again—but I was determined to stay up a little longer. After all, it had already been six freaking months and two days. Enough was enough.
I climbed under the comforter and watched Sebastian plug in his phone and turn off the lights. With only the Vegas lights shining through the window, he made his way toward me. He slipped under the covers and hugged me from behind, resting his forehead against my shoulder.
For a minute, we just lay there. He didn’t make a move, not even when I pushed my ass back against his groin.
“Are we really just going to sleep?” I asked.
“Yeah?”
“Are you sure?” I pressed back against him again, and this time I could feel his cock react too. “We deserve some relaxation.”
“Is that so?” Sebastian thrust his hips forward. “You know, I only held back so you could focus.”
“There’s only one thing I want to focus on right now.”
The arm he had slung around my chest loosened and moved toward my crotch. His hand slipped beneath the fabric of my underwear. He felt up my dick, straightening it so it peeked out over the waistband, and then moved lower, cupping my balls. “Is this what you had in mind?”
“Don’t judge me.”
“Oh, I’m not. Just one note: the apartment isn’t as soundproof as the practice room, so don’t be too loud unless you’re looking forward to snarky comments from Nora and Raul in the morning.” He lifted the comforter and climbed under it.
I turned over and lay on my back. The blanket rose like a tent as Sebastian made his way to my dick.
Without waiting for anything, he pulled my sleeping shorts down and wrapped his lips around my glans.
The warmth of his mouth was instant and welcome.
The sound of him sucking me was music to my ears.
His head bobbed up and down, taking only short breaks to lick my balls before going straight back to work.
After five minutes, I was already getting close.
In our online conversations, we hadn’t held anything back, which meant I had been jerking off at least once a day.
So after two days of abstinence, my balls felt like they were going to explode if he didn’t empty them.
As much as I wanted to cum while being sucked, though, this wasn’t how I wanted the night to end.
After all, I wasn’t the only one in this room with blue balls.
I lifted the comforter, catching a glimpse of Sebastian licking up my shaft.
“Welcome,” he chuckled. He was hunched over, his ass raised up high so he wouldn’t fall off the bed—which gave me an idea.
“Stay like this,” I said, pulling my legs up.
He grumbled but did as I asked while I climbed out of bed, moved to his feet, and lifted the blanket. Instantly, I was rewarded with the best view of his ass. I pulled down his slip, spread his cheeks, and buried my mouth between them, licking up his crack.
“Oh, so that’s where this is going.” He moaned, just loud enough for me to hear how much he was enjoying this change of pace. “This feels so good. But now that you’re down there, I have to tell you—just licking won’t be enough.”
“What would be enough?”
“Your dick inside me, taking full advantage.” He looked back at me between his legs. “There’s lube on my desk.”
I followed his instructions and found a suspicious-looking brown paper bag with the promised bottle inside.
Seconds later, I poured some lube onto my rock-hard cock and onto him. I worked it in carefully, making sure he was ready. Just as I was about to slide a finger inside to stretch him out, he grunted.
“No fingers,” he whispered. “Give me the real thing. I can take it.”
Encouraged by his plea, I lined myself up and slowly pushed in, watching the head of my dick disappear.
“Fuck yeah,” he gasped. “All the way.”
His voice put me in a trance, and I obeyed, pushing in until I was fully inside him.
I shoved the rest of the blanket off his upper body.
After giving him five seconds to breathe, I started moving, slowly thrusting in and out until the only thing on my mind was the sensation of his hole engulfing my cock.
We sank into it—the sound of our bodies meeting, our stifled cries, our breaths falling into the same rhythm.
“Fill me up,” Sebastian whispered. “I want your load. Please. I’ve waited so long.”
Out of reflex, I slapped his ass, pulling a moan from him.
“Yes. Like that.” He jerked himself off. “Give it to me.”
This was exactly what we needed—the reward for all our waiting and hard work.
“I’m getting close,” I whispered.
“Me too.”
After three more thrusts, I was there. I drove into him one more time and erupted as if it was my first orgasm in years. His hand sped up, and seconds later, his body twitched as he came onto the bed.
I collapsed against his back, my body still shuddering. He gave way under my weight and sank down onto the mattress.
We both panted for a while before Sebastian’s chuckles broke the silence. “This… wow. Who would’ve thought one of my fantasies would actually come true?”
“What do you mean?”
“My whole load ended up on the bed,” he said with a laugh. “It was one of the things I told you on the phone.”
“Oh, I remember. The night our crowdfunding ended. That was so hot.”
“Hotter than this?”
“Different kind of hot.” I climbed off him and pulled out.
Sebastian lay there for a moment before pushing himself up, revealing the mess on the sheets. “Fuck,” he chuckled. “We probably should change those.”
“I can do that,” I said, taking it in. “Did you always… come that much?”
“I kind of saved it up,” he said. “It’s been four days.”
“I promise, we won’t wait that long to do it again.”