Chapter 20
Chapter twenty
Rhys
Should I wear my Daddy’s Favorite tank?
I’m the first one off the stage, power walking to my trailer clutching my guitar by the neck. My fingers lock the door behind me.
Is my heart racing because I just performed and hustled here?
Or because of what I’m about to do?
I take one last centering breath to summon the courage before I text Duncan.
You Know You Want It
I’m back in my trailer.
My phone rings with a video call in response, You Know You Want It scrolling across the screen.
And, yeah, I really really do want it.
Want him.
"Hey." I answer, my voice grating on its way out.
"Hey Charming."
Fuck, hearing his voice brings me right back to our time together and anticipation rockets through my body. Lust, of course, but also this lightness spending time with him left me with.
"How was the rest of your party?" I ask as I lean back into the stiff tour bus sofa. Mine is one of several buses lined up in the parking lot. We all just brought our own rigs and let staff drive us to and from the festival in golf carts.
"Fun!" He chuckles. "My best buddy on the team is girl crazy right now so it was a little different not to hang out with him all night."
"And you weren’t girl crazy with him?"
"I'm not anything crazy, thank you very much." He says with a lift of his eyebrow over the frame of his glasses.
"What are your plans for the weekend?" I’m fishing, flailing. I don’t know how to have this conversation. I mean, our texts made it seem like we’d be sexting or whatever this is called. But it feels so weird to just start getting intimate.
"I actually fly out to Colorado tomorrow. One of my teammates, Bryson, is proposing to his girlfriend so we're going out for the party." Duncan rests back against his headboard, his arm propped up behind his head. His bicep popping deliciously. My mouth waters.
Maybe getting intimate out of the blue won’t be so hard after all.
He’d have a field day with that comment.
"That's nice. You and your teammates are pretty close." I swallow thickly as I get the words out.
"Yes, but I'm okay keeping secrets from them.
" He pulls the phone closer to his face and I see how his closely trimmed facial hair covers his jaw, continues down his neck, and almost connects with his chest hair.
I wish I could nuzzle along the coarse plains of his body. "Especially little dirty ones."
I blush in the dark and even if he noticed I could blame the reflection of red blaze exploding in the sky.
"Is that right?" I ask as I watch his Adam's apple bob.
"Yeah Charming. Now, I’m already half undressed, catch up." He chuckles and I lean forward to prop my phone against a candle sitting on the table.
I lift my hat by the crown but Duncan makes a pouting sound.
"What?"
"After you take that too tight t-shirt off, put the hat back on." He says and I bite the inside of my cheek.
"If you keep your glasses on." I counter.
"How else am I going to see you?"
I try not to roll my eyes but the satisfaction of him doing what I asked settles as I lean back to undo my belt.
"Stand up, show me." Duncan says and I look back at the screen and see him settling in against the pillows.
"You’re getting quite the show, Duncan." I tease as I pivot the phone and stand back. I see all of me in the corner of the call.
My hands freeze on my belt.
"Rhys?" Duncan asks, he sits up. "What’s wrong?"
"I, umm, nothing." I try to shake the uneasy swirl of emotions in my gut.
"No, that is not nothing, everything on your face changed. You turned back into a frog."
"A frog?"
"Yeah, like kiss the frog and get a prince."
"So at some point I was a frog?"
"No, just, what’s wrong?"
I pause. Is it rude to just ask him outright if he’s recording this? Or is it better to admit I’ve never done it and hope he realizes what I’m afraid of.
Honesty is probably the best policy.
"Are you recording this?"
"What?" He sounds offended.
"I, just, I don’t know if I should do this. It’s too risky."
"You don’t trust me." His voice is laced with surprise, and hurt.
"No, I do. I just, I dunno, I have to think about this kind of thing." I shrug, still standing, feeling exposed in every way.
"Rhys. I’d never. But, if you want to switch to a phone call we can."
"Really?" He’d do that? For me?
"Really, my cock is already rock hard and I need to start stroking it, so we’re either going to do that in front of each other on screen or over the phone. But we’re doing it. And soon."
A giggle accompanies my smile. "Let’s switch to just a call."
Immediately, Duncan disappears from the screen. And I reach forward to turn off my video. I carry the phone back to the bedroom at the back of the bus.
"You’re going to have to tell me what you’re doing though." He says as I slide the door closed.
"I’m getting into my bed at the back of the bus." I say.
"Hurry up and put your wild hand on your cock." I glance down at the W-I-L-D inked across my knuckles. Both hands, WILD and HOPE, work my pants open and shove them down my thighs.
"Tell me what you’re doing." Duncan reminds me.
"My, umm, jeans are at my knees, my boots are still on, hanging off the side of the bed, and, well my cock is in my hand."
"Yes, Charming. Fuck, I’m gripping my balls and the base of my dick just picturing you, in a hurry and greedy. Not taking the time to get yourself fully undressed."
"Wha-what are you wearing?" My words shake as my hand rolls down my length.
"Nothing. When I said I was half naked I was counting the bedsheet as a layer."
"Oh fuck."
"Yeah, you remember what my naked body does to you. Just like the memory of yours is already tightening my balls."
A groan transforms into a whimper as I pinch myself just under the crown.
"That’s it Charming, fuck." Duncan exhales. "You being rough with yourself?"
"Yes." The word is barely more than breath as I twist my fist down my length.
"Slow down, Rhys." Duncan chuckles. My cock throbs when the sound of wet spit leaving his lips follows his words.
"Shit, Duncan, did you just spit in your hand?"
"No, I spit right down on my dick."
Oh god, my head pushes back into the pillow. "I’m not going to last."
"I hate that I’m not there to stop you from coming." Duncan grunts out. "If I were there I’d pull you back from the edge, maybe spend some time eating your ass to slow things down."
"Shit, shit, no don’t talk."
"You like that, Charming? The idea of my tongue worshiping you? Fuck Rhys, I’d pin your knees up and devour your sweet ass."
"Dunnn-can." I whine.
"Maybe I’d let you touch your cock at the same time, maybe I wouldn’t." He pauses for a moment and I can hear his hand moving along his cock from his side of the phone. "Have you been a good boy?"
"Yes, yes, so good." I chant as everything in me spirals to my core.
"But, if you’re good does that mean you can touch yourself? Or not?"
"Touching, yes touching." I pant.
He chuckles darkly. "That’s it, I’m changing my flight and stopping in Nashville on my way back from Colorado."
"What?" My mind fractures with his change of subject.
"The plan we just made Charming, I’m going to make it happen."
"So you’re coming?" My hand continues to jerk up and down because the idea of stopping to have a conversation is painful.
He huffs again. "Not yet, but if you keep being a good boy for me I’ll be coming very soon."
"Oh god." I groan. His praise is teasing but it sets every cell in my body alight. "Duncan, fuck, I’m so close."
"Then go get it Rhys, pump that thick cock for me until I can be there to do it myself."
My hand tightens and my other grips the muscle over my heart like I need to fight to keep it in my chest.
And my body might know something my mind doesn’t yet because when our breathing syncs and his grunt confirms his release matched mine, everything in my chest loosens and I melt.
"Shit Charming, that was hot." Duncan sounds relaxed and boneless.
"Yeah Duncan, it was." My eyes flutter open as I can’t believe I’m in the same place.
And my body craves the warmth of his. The gentle caresses that follow orgasms, the warm water of showering together, the total vulnerability of sharing this experience with someone else.
"So, it’s cool for me to come and visit right?" He sounds a little unsure and I blush thinking he might be flustered over me.
"Oh yeah, you’re definitely coming."
"Shut up." He laughs.
I take the phone off speaker and bring it to my ear. "I’ll text you my address and if you send me your flight info I can get you a car at the airport."
"Oooh, Daddy Energy. Should I wear my Daddy’s Favorite tank?"
I chuckle. And file that information away for later. My Alpha Hockey Boy might like being told what to do from time to time. "Sure, but it’s more that I don’t want a random Uber Driver to have my address."
"Shit I didn’t even think of that." He sounds like he’s moving but I still don’t have enough feeling back in my legs to think about getting up.
"Yeah, years of hiding from the press will drill these things into you. I have a car service I trust."
"Alright then, you can send your limo for me. Maybe I’ll ask for a trip to the 12th District on your dime. They love me at Buck Mason but I’ll try to go into some other Cali Cool boutique and I’ll get my ‘big mistake, huge’ moment."
"Duncan, are you Julia Roberts in this scenario?"
"Of course I am. I’m your hot, dirty little secret. I’m not a red head but you are so we sort of tick that box."
I can’t help it. I laugh. He’s so carefree and lighthearted. So unbothered and open.
It feels like the polar opposite of my stoic personality and controlled life. I loosen up at home, spend some days in sweats, but the public never sees that part of me. Even Zara rarely sees it.
When Duncan visits I hope I can share it with him. Mike would nag me to get dressed if I threw sweats on in the morning. Even if we were spending the day together at home.
The further I am from this relationship the more I realize how important appearances were to Mike Kerr.
Meek Car.
Duncan and I say good night and I finally feel revived enough to stand, pull my jeans up my thighs and walk into the tiny bathroom. While I wait for the water to warm I look at myself in the mirror.
My face looks relaxed and my hair is a mess. We switched the video off so I never put my hat back on. Did Duncan picture it on my head? I definitely saw his glasses on his face as I pictured him.
Lyrics begin to dance in my head so I wash off quickly, change into comfortable clothes, and start writing while I wait for my team to get back and drive me home.