Chapter Six #2
The name of this band had escaped him. They were the fourth group up, but they had a good sound compared to the three before. The others had sounded like toddlers banging on pots. Around Mack, Winter, Saya and himself, the crowd stirred and surged – a milling, sweaty mass of humanity. He was glad he was taller than the girls. It meant he could protect them when guys around them started to flail, and he rarely ended up with his face in a sweaty stranger’s armpit.
In front of him, Winter and Mack were both moshing and were slowly getting drawn into the pit. Ramsay edged back and pulled Saya out of the way. A mosh pit was no place for her. Saya wasn’t much smaller than Winter, but she wasn’t as tough.
Protective instincts always won out over the urge to join the adrenaline-fueled horde.
“Go!” Saya shouted to him, giving his arm an encouraging shove. “You don’t have to stand around babysitting me. I’m a grown woman. If it starts getting too rough here I’ll go back and sit at our table.”
He debated it for a few minutes, but eventually the draw of the pit was too strong.
“Okay, I’ll go. I’ll be back in a few minutes. Stay out of the mob?”
She nodded up at him and he had a last-minute moment of anxiety as he watched her walk away alone. Unable to stop himself, he followed her for a few steps. Saya turned back and shooed him away with a flap of her hand.
For a strange moment he felt like a dog whose mistress had rejected his devotion. Her world might center around him, but it was a mutual obsession.
He glanced around, feeling even less certain. A bar full of half-drunk guys wasn’t a safe place for a little girl. He watched until she sat down at their table, which had miraculously remained vacant while they were in front of the stage. Jeff, one of the bouncers they’d gotten to know lately, walked over to her and spun a chair around and straddled it. He’d keep an eye on her for a few minutes.
As he reached the edge of the steadily expanding mosh pit, a drum solo caught hold of him and he became blissfully lost in the tide and the energy. Someone small ran into him from behind, and he turned to see Winter laughing crazily as she staggered back. Mack caught her and shoved her back at Ramsay, then crowded in on her. Around them people were jumping and yelling, oblivious to the fact that their own motion had changed. As Ramsay pressed up against her, and Mack ground against her ass, Winter went from looking amused, to annoyed. She tried to slip out from between them, but they both grabbed hold of her and kept her there. The conversation he’d had with Saya about him and Mack sharing her came to mind, and gave him a visual of doing the same to Winter. She wouldn’t be so biddable. Would she safeword, though?
Staring down at her, eventually she dropped her gaze and looked cowed. Was she that easy to dominate? His stupid cock was getting hard again, as though they could share her here, in the midst of all these strangers. The low heel of her industrial boots came down on his instep and pain shot up his leg. He stepped back, giving her space.
“I’m not yours to paw at, you overgrown fucktard.” She stalked off before he could apologize.
There was just something about her that made him take liberties. Obviously, it wasn’t that she liked it and was giving him come-hither signals. Maybe the fact that Saya wanted him to have her was the issue. It was giving him too many ideas. Or maybe it was that he was so used to domming Saya that he didn’t know how to act around other women he found attractive. It had been a long time since he’d used any of his girl-hunting tactics. He’d been a teenager at the time, and not exactly suave.
Mack laughed aloud and rammed into him, which distracted him from feeling like a tool. After a few minutes, the song ended and there was a lull. Voices rose up around them as the guys on stage fiddled with equipment. Ramsay’s gaze strayed in the direction of the table and the crowd shifted intermittently to allow a brief glimpse of the women sitting together. Was Winter complaining to Saya? He needed to talk to her.
“Don’t worry about it, fuck.” Mack grabbed his shoulder to stop him from going, then let go of him like his skin was acid. “If you go running after her to apologize, she’ll think you’re weak. Most girls like the sensitive type, but Winter has no use for a guy that tiptoes around and hopes she notices him. Just treat her like a friend and eventually she might look your way.”
Was Mack really talking to him about the best way to mess around with Winter? He should have had another beer before attempting this conversation. “So seriously, what is your plan? I know you and I have been joking about sharing them, just to see what it’s like, but are you serious?”
Mack’s dark gaze met his. His cheeks were still flushed from jumping around, and he had a bruise forming over his eye from an earlier collision in the mosh pit. For an awkward moment Ramsay noticed that his lashes were so dark it almost looked like he was wearing eyeliner, but he wasn’t. Were straight guys supposed to notice those things about other guys?
He realized he was staring and tried to look away – to make this exchange look casual to the people that milled around them, but no one seemed to be watching, anyway.
“I’m game for whatever you want to do.”
Fuck.
Mack’s words were said in such a way that made it obvious he was offering himself, as well.
“We need to talk.”
He led the way toward the exit then stopped and glanced back to check on Saya. She was smiling at Winter, laughing at something she’d said. She’d be okay for a few minutes. His entire body was hyperaware that Mack was behind him, following obediently. Instead of heading out the front door, he took the back exit that led into the loading area. They’d been at Sprawl so often lately that the bouncers just nodded to them as they passed.
The door banged shut behind them and they were alone in the dirty alleyway, aside from a dumpster and whatever vermin made it their temporary home. Alone. How the fuck had this seemed like a good idea?
He was turned on just thinking about the fact that the last time they’d been alone things had gotten out of hand. That pissed him off. How dare Mack make him question such a well-known part of himself? Ramsay Park wasn’t into guys. Not even a little.
So why was this one driving him crazy?
“Man...” Words jumbled in his head. He was going to have to let him down politely. They worked too well as a band to have this fuck it up. As it was, he was sure that Mack’s priorities were the same. It was just a matter of addressing this now, before there were misunderstandings and tension. He looked around to make sure there wasn’t a drunk taking a piss nearby or something, but they were really and truly alone. It seemed like a good idea to start carefully.
“I’m...flattered that you’re interested in me, but I don’t swing that way. You know what I mean? No offense to you or anything.”
Mack’s smirk was sexy and Ramsay longed to wipe it off of his face. With his dick.
What the fuck?
“I think you’re lying to yourself.” Mack stepped closer. Ramsay had been so wrapped up in his thoughts that he hadn’t seen him move.
They were almost toe to toe. Mack was only slightly shorter than he was, wiry where Ramsay was thickly muscled. He could overpower him without much effort, now that he knew Mack fought dirty. The tension between them sang in his ears, like someone had hit a tuning fork and put it between his teeth.
“It’s true, Mack. I’m not into guys. I don’t know what’s going on with this weird energy between us, but it’s probably just from being musically compatible.”
The tilt of Mack’s brow and gleam in his eyes were mocking. Being the one on less stable footing didn’t work for Ramsay. He couldn’t just let Mack have the upper hand in this.
Drawing himself up to full bulk, he backed Mack step by step across to the opposite alley wall. “Don’t fuck with me,” he growled. “We can work around this for the good of the band, but don’t delude yourself into thinking this gives you the upper hand with me.” He stared down at Mack, trying to exude his most impressive alpha male confidence.
In automatic response, Mack averted his eyes and turned his head away, his neck exposed and vulnerable. Ramsay reined in the urge to bite him.
Fuck, his dick ached, but he was damned if he would adjust himself.
“So what? You’re going to dom me into not being interested? I hate to have to tell you this, but it’s backfiring.”
“I’m not into you,” Ramsay snarled, his face so close to Mack’s neck that he could smell his soap, his sweat.
The smaller man squeezed his eyes shut and swore. “I didn’t mean for this to happen. There aren’t many guys I’m attracted to, but I can’t stop thinking about you.”
“Thinking about me?”
Mack turned to look at him and their faces were so close that one slip and they’d be kissing.
Instead of answering, Mack grabbed Ramsay’s cock through his jeans.
Oh, fuck.
He felt it throbbing in Mack’s firm grip, the traitorous thing. What was the appropriate response? Should he deck him?
Mack’s hand was so different than his own or Saya’s. He traced the edge of a short fingernail over the head of his cock and Ramsay groaned despite himself. Being like this with a guy he professed not to be sexually attracted to, in an alleyway, was so freaking perverted.
“Your cock likes me, even if you don’t,” Mack said slyly. He unbuttoned Ramsay’s jeans and started to unzip them before Ramsay could stop him.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Ramsay hissed, grabbing Mack’s arm and pulling him up just as he started to sink to his knees. He looked around anxiously, but didn’t see any security cameras. This wasn’t exactly a secluded spot. Someone could come out the door any minute.
“You seem uncomfortable. I can fix that for you, if you’d like. Or you can go back in and suffer through the next few hours until you can drag Saya home and fuck her. You’ll feel guilty about using her to work off frustration you have because of me, if you do.”
Shut up, shut up!
In desperation he clamped his mouth over Mack’s. He had to make him stop talking because he was starting to make sense.
There was no way he wanted Mack to suck his dick. No.
Mack made a helpless noise and his lips started to move under Ramsay’s. He kissed Mack hard, punishing him for all of it. It was his fault. Ramsay didn’t want this – any of it!
Then why the fuck was he kissing him?
Dominance.
It was a dominance thing. He was just showing Mack who was the boss. Admittedly, it was pretty clear to Ramsay, at that point, that his penis was in charge.
Savagely, he broke off the kiss. Walk away. Go inside. As though they had a mind of their own, his hands grabbed Mack’s shoulders and shoved him to the ground. He went willingly.
Leave – just leave.
Mack looked up at him from where he knelt, waiting for direction.
Why was this so hot?
“Do it.”
For a guy who had seemed gung ho a moment ago, Mack had suddenly frozen. Ramsay finished unzipping and fished his rock-hard erection out of his jeans.
“Shit,” Mack whispered. His eyes were round. “You’re fucking huge.”
“Have you done this before?”
“No.”
Ramsay grabbed the back of Mack’s hair and guided his pretty mouth to his cock. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out fast, bitch.”
The tight grip he had on Mack’s hair made the man’s mouth fall open slightly in pain and surprise. He thrust his cock into Mack’s mouth, not giving him a chance to take the initiative.
Mack choked and struggled, but Ramsay fucked his mouth anyway, the firm handhold he had in his hair reinforced by the brick wall behind. Trapped.
Ramsay pulled back, all the way out, and Mack’s gasping breaths tickled the head of his damp cock.
“You change your mind now? It’s not as much fun in real life, is it?”
Mack’s response was to lean in and lick Ramsay’s cock from base to tip, then let his tongue explore its head and the slit. He watched, fascinated. Mack’s mouth wasn’t the same as Saya’s, his jaw was stronger and he sucked harder. That and Ramsay didn’t feel guilty about getting rough with him. It was Mack’s fault for wanting this, even though Ramsay didn’t. Mack could choose to stop and walk away any time.
He hoped he did, because he didn’t have enough self-control to stop him.
Head was head. This didn’t mean he was bi.
When Mack reached up and started playing with his balls, Ramsay flinched, but allowed it. The weirdness of it had his orgasm a hair-trigger away.
A few minutes and Mack had gotten the hang of things, sucking him down as far as he could go, then forcing himself further until he gagged. Ramsay let go of Mack’s hair and let him do what he wanted, leaning forward and using both hands to brace himself on the wall.
He fucked his mouth hard. Mack moaned desperately and Ramsay clenched his teeth, trying to stay quiet. The desperate ache built. Come boiled in his balls and exploded, and a strangled cry escaped him as he flooded Mack’s mouth. Should he have given him a courtesy tap? Too fucking late for that.
Mack choked and Ramsay grabbed his head again and made him swallow – not that he was trying to escape.
When he let Mack pull away, his cock was still semi-hard. Or was again.
He tucked himself back into his jeans and hauled Mack up by the wrist. Mack looked horny as hell.
“I’m not sucking your dick. You can take care of that yourself or suffer. Up to you.”
Mack nodded, his gaze averted and his cheeks pink. Ramsay assumed he felt used, which was as it should be.
A modicum of guilt crept in. “You need a minute?”
“You go back in. I’ll be along as soon as I can calm the fuck down.”
“Okay.”
Ramsay checked his pants again to make sure he’d actually remembered to zip them, then walked around to the front of the building, knowing the door they’d come out was locked. With any luck people would just think they had gone out for a smoke or something.
He weaved his way back through the crowd, wondering what the hell he was going to tell Saya.