Chapter Five
When German had agreed to go to Maine with Blaze, Blaze got the feeling German hadn’t thought about the logistics.
Blaze had been on tour for four weeks. The longest four weeks of his life.
Unfortunately, there was no way Blaze could fly home to L.A.
so he could travel with German to Maine.
It was a big party weekend. They had concerts all the way until the actual fourth.
That meant German had to fly in alone, take a cab to the closest hotel, and not see Blaze until their tour bus rolled into town.
Their driver had driven all night and—as exhausted as he was—Blaze had barely slept.
While he imagined German was accustomed to traveling alone for work, this was different.
It was personal. Blaze wished like hell they could have spent the entire weekend together.
He had pictured them flying in together and staying at the same hotel before going to Blaze’s parents’ house.
That had always been an unrealistic dream.
Blaze hadn’t expected to feel disappointed and robbed of time.
They weren’t a couple. German wasn’t his.
This was supposed to be him going to his childhood home with a friend.
Now he was in Maine, and he would have next to no time alone with German before introducing the guy to his entire family.
That was fine too, he supposed. He would still be with German.
But Blaze had never wanted more the way he did now, and it was really fucking with his head.
Two seconds inside the hotel, he had bellhop services all over him, vying to carry his singular bag.
Diesel moved in close, crowding his space and protecting him.
The entire band had reservations. All their security closed ranks, securing them from all sides while a roadie got everyone else checked in.
Diesel managed to get them on a private elevator so Blaze could get to German.
By the time they reached the room, Blaze was ready to drop. Then he knocked on the door and German ripped the door open like he had been drowning and his only chance at oxygen stood on the other side. Blaze was the one who could finally breathe.
“Hey. You look exhausted.”
Blaze chuckled as he strolled inside. He held German’s gorgeous blue gaze as he passed. “Thanks, babe.”
German turned grumbly. “Still sexy, though.”
Blaze winked. “I know.” He turned his attention to Diesel. “Enjoy your day off.”
Diesel nodded at them, switching his gaze between them with each dip of his chin. “See you guys tomorrow. You know how to reach me if you need me before then.”
“Thanks, man.”
Blaze swore his stomach growled as every muscle in his core cramped with desire at German’s tone.
His voice had already deepened the way it did each time German’s lust focused on Blaze.
The door swung shut. Something inside Blaze broke.
His emotions and longing burst from him.
Without giving German a chance to think too much, Blaze was on him like a cat scrambling up a tree.
His mouth covered German’s. Their tongues battled as Blaze tore at German’s clothes.
Blaze would like to claim he wanted to move slower.
They hadn’t actually had any sort of penetrative sex yet.
Maybe they wouldn’t today either, but Blaze wanted whatever he could get from German.
Only sounds of desperation filled the air as German carried Blaze to the bed.
When he came down on top of Blaze, Blaze moaned.
The sound came from his soul. Maybe his obsession came from German being the only person to make him wait for something he wanted.
Blaze didn’t think that was the case. Lust could be assuaged anywhere.
But whatever this was, Blaze hadn’t found it before.
Blaze couldn’t put a name to it, but this longing didn’t go away. He had to find out why.
Their shirts were gone, and Blaze didn’t remember losing his. His fingers were already working toward ripping open the front of German’s pants. When he finally got his chance to close a fist around German’s dick, something powerful and possessive unfurled inside him.
German gasped. It was the sexiest fucking sound Blaze had ever heard in his life, and German didn’t stop there. “Tell me what you want. I’ll give you anything.”
Jesus. Blaze couldn’t stop thinking about how he had never felt like this. “I need you to fuck me. It’s been the longest month of my life with no one touching me.”
German’s expression turned unreadable as he stared down at Blaze. For a moment, it felt like neither of them breathed before German broke the spell. “No. I won’t fuck you.”
The disappointment was crushing. His skin cooled a hair. He felt the heart-protecting smirk tug at his lips. “So much for anything, huh?”
German’s gorgeous gaze moved over Blaze’s face as if he saw everything inside Blaze. “I said I wouldn’t fuck you. But I fully intend to make love to you, if you’re still in.”
The way his every thought flew out the window was incredibly freeing. All he saw was the man holding him. All he felt was everything. “Yeah. I’m in.”
With his permission given, everything slowed.
German kissed him and stroked him. The remainder of their clothes slipped away one piece at a time.
German kissed every new place he bared. Lust had him in its grip, and the air felt too thick to breathe.
By the time the lube and condom came out to play, Blaze worried he would come the second German was inside him. Then German ensured that didn’t happen.
As German pushed his way inside, he held Blaze’s erection in a tight grip at the base, cutting off any chance of Blaze blowing.
Blaze kept gasping for air through every second.
He had to look like a fish out of water.
Blaze didn’t care. Every nerve in his body tingled.
He was hyperaware of every place they touched.
Then German released him and moved inside him as his mouth moved over every inch of Blaze he could reach.
Blaze’s skin was on fire. The pressure built again, and he was twice as thirsty for release. He was almost violently aching.
“Oh, God. Please?” The words had barely died on Blaze’s lips before a whimper followed.
Then, heaven. His body jerked, and he swore two orgasms hit at once.
He practically levitated. Only the sounds of ecstasy coming from German cut through the cloud of elation surrounding him.
His fingertips stayed dug into German’s skin, refusing to release him.
The final thrusts were on the edge of savage as German moaned his way through an orgasm.
Blaze held on for his life. The kiss they shared as German rode his high was the one Blaze felt as if he had waited forever to experience. It was soul-searing.
“Welcome to Portland. The one in Maine.”
A laugh burst from Blaze at German’s ridiculous statement. German brought something to life inside Blaze. His smiling face was what Blaze lived to see. Blaze had no clue how he had ended up in this position. He wondered if German asked himself the same thing.
The drive to Falmouth was a short one, but German still enjoyed every second of it.
He kept taking Blaze’s hand without thinking, and Blaze never acted as if he opposed.
In fact, their fingers being linked was the most natural-feeling thing.
It was as if they had been together for years, and they weren’t even a couple.
They had spent the last month talking nearly every day.
Blaze had said no one had touched him in weeks.
Was that because of him? German let that burrow under his skin.
It took every ounce of his mental fortitude to keep the idea of them from setting up shop inside his head.
They weren’t feasible. Blaze was always on the road, and so was German.
A single thought kept undermining him. Marc and Valon made it work. He had to focus on something else.
“It’s beautiful here.”
From the corner of his eye, he saw Blaze look his way. “Surely you’ve been to Falmouth before. You’ve probably been all over the world.”
“I have, but never any one place for long. Jathan Dexter has been my longest client. He lives in upstate New York on a huge ranch. It was nice there too.”
Blaze turned in his seat. “Jathan Dexter? The basketball icon Jathan Dexter?”
German cast a glance Blaze’s way. “Yeah.”
“Damn. I love that guy. He’s my all-time favorite. At least he was until he retired. I guess I’ll eventually have to pick someone else.”
German laughed. “It’ll never not be funny to me to see a celebrity geek out over another celebrity.”
“Meh. It’s not like we all know each other. Turn left up here.”
German followed Blaze’s directions until they came to a large residence that genuinely looked like a home.
There was a basketball hoop above the garage door.
He could see a hint of a pool in the backyard.
A lone tricycle sat on the front porch. It was a house that had raised children. German’s chest hurt.
Blaze glanced his way. “Let’s get the party started.” He climbed from the car, leaving German to follow.
The moment he opened the door; he heard the screech of children playing. Together they made their way to the door. Blaze didn’t knock. He strolled inside with German on his heels.
“Okay. The fun one is here. You can get started now.”
A smile snapped to German’s lips at Blaze’s shout. It wasn’t like German to feel out of place. This was different. This was the one situation where German didn’t fit—a real home.
A stampede of kids poured into the room, running straight for Blaze. They all tried speaking at once, and German couldn’t stop smiling at the sight.
Over the noise, Blaze motioned his way. “This is German.”