15. Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fourteen
Leif
Before we know it, it’s the middle of August and we’re in Maryland, setting up for our first show in Annapolis. We’re just about halfway through this tour.
Every time we’re in a hotel, I’m sneaking into Aliko’s room so he can fuck me. With his cock, his fingers, his arms… every part of him that can be inside of me, has been at this point.
Tonight, though, is a little different. Because his egg is inside me, and I’m setting up. We’ve never done this before. I’ve had it in me plenty of times, but never while being out. It’s distracting, to say the least.
Every time we fuck, Aliko has produced another egg.
Sometimes he puts it inside me, sometimes he just disposes of it.
He’s always very careful, not wanting anyone to find out what it is.
There’s something about the fact that he trusts me with something so precious while he’s not around...
It means a lot. It not only feels intimate, but it feels important.
Aliko trusts me.
What was initially just a hookup has turned into so much more. We’re serious in a way that I can’t explain. Everything we do is so natural. We’re always on the same page.
Settling down with someone was always what I wanted to do, but I hadn’t considered doing that now, like this, while on the road and on a tour that’s so big. But when that person is also on the road, it’s hard not to consider the way we could make things work together.
Neither of us have brought this up to the other, but I see the way he looks at me.
I know he’s thinking the same thing. But he’s a rock star.
He has to uphold a certain image. It doesn’t feel like something Aliko would care about, but I don’t want to step on his toes and make him feel uncomfortable, either.
He’s mentioned numerous times that he has to go back to his family. But that’s all he’s said. There is no mention of staying or coming back here. There are rumblings of another tour because this one is going so well, but they also need to work on another album, too.
What does his trip mean for the band? Asking him would be crossing a line, so I keep my mouth shut when the thoughts come up. He’ll tell me when he wants to. Maybe he hasn’t figured it out yet.
He tells me all the time how much he loves playing and being part of the band.
He says he feels like he fits with them, on stage, more than he does anywhere else, so I can only hope it’s enough to make him stay, even if that means being shunned by his family forever.
It’s selfish of me to want, but I can’t help it.
I don’t want Aliko to go back to the ocean and leave me here.
My family, though they don’t understand me or my love for my job, they at least accept me.
I’m not sure how I’d feel if they didn’t.
They always have. Our family was big and chaotic but accepting of each other no matter what.
I wasn’t scared when I came out to them as gay.
It wasn’t even a thought in my mind that I had to worry about it.
It’s just who I am and of course they’d accept that—not that it should be something that needs to be accepted, but unfortunately, that’s how the world is.
I don’t have the same problems with my family that Aliko does.
I wish he knew unconditional love the way I do, but I don’t think he knows what love is at all.
Kraken feel like a cold species. Most monsters I’ve known aren’t typically like that.
They live their lives similar to how humans do, but kraken are different in every way, it seems. I wasn’t sure they were real until I met Aliko, and I think a lot of people felt the same.
It’s one of the things that made people so curious about the band.
Not only were they monsters, but there was a monster we didn’t know existed for sure until his face was on TV and in magazines and across billboards.
“Hey.”
I smirk, a shiver running up my spine. I glance at my side and see Aliko standing there in a tight pair of black jeans and no shirt.
I take a deep breath to calm my nerves. Sitting with this egg inside me is difficult enough.
It keeps brushing all the good spots inside me, my dick threatening to get hard.
Now that I’m in front of Aliko, who is looking hot as hell, it’s impossible to keep my dick under control.
“You should probably stop looking at me like that,” I warn.
“Like what?” he says, moving closer. “Like I know my egg is inside of you, along with my cum, and it’s making my dick hard?”
I grit my teeth to stop the whimper from escaping. “Yes. That.”
“Where’s the fun in that?” he asks softly.
The whimper actually escapes me this time.
Aliko chuckles a low raspy sound, then backs up, putting a few feet between us.
“I was thinking we should go out to dinner.”
I look at him, raising a brow. “Really?”
He shrugs. “As long as you’re okay with me being human so we can enjoy it and not be rushed by fans.”
“I’ve told you I like you in all forms.”
“But I don’t want you to think I am hiding or not wanting ‘Aliko Anson the drummer of The Unbound’ to be seen with someone.”
“If you were hiding, I’d respect it. I see how crazy things get. Same goes for you keeping your persona under wraps. Those are your choices, and I will respect them.”
A soft smile crosses his lips.
“I don’t want to offend you.”
“Trust me, Aliko, I know the way you feel about me.”
“You do?” he asks, sounding surprised.
“I mean, yeah. For the most part. You do a really good job of showing me.” I wink, causing him to smile. “Where and when are we going to dinner?”
“When we’re in New York City.”
“Wow, you’re spoiling me.”
“I wish I could kiss you right now.”
That has me speechless for far too long.
“Me too,” I finally whisper.
He huffs a small laugh. “The where is a surprise, but you’ll enjoy it.”
“If I’m with you, I know I will.”
“Aliko!” Lucien shouts from somewhere in the back. “Come here, man!”
Aliko winks before taking off to find Lucien. I finish setting up his kit then go see if any of the crew need help with anything else—as carefully as I can.
Cody finds me almost immediately.
“No more dirty looks, I see.”
“I’m growing on him,” I say.
“Uh huh,” he says, but there’s a hint of something in his tone. Something suggestive, like he knows what’s going on. I don’t say anything either way, knowing even denying it could make me look guilty.
“You almost done so we can eat?” I ask.
Cody’s gaze narrows on me, and then he nods. “Five minutes.”
“I’ll meet you there.”
I leave him be and head for the bathroom.
Walking the short distance has made my dick achingly hard, which makes it nearly impossible to piss.
When all my dick is doing is leaking precum, I shove it back in my pants and head into a stall.
I don’t need someone coming in here and getting weirded out by seeing my hard dick. Best I handle it in private… in here.
I finally manage to pee, but when I’m done, my dick is still aching. I stare down at it, thinking of Aliko and how I so badly want to come. Doing this in a public bathroom… not the best. But I can’t help myself.
I need to come.
Spitting into my palm, I use it as lube to stroke myself quickly.
Usually, I prefer to take my time, and Aliko has become the king of edging me, but there’s no time for that.
Right now, it’s about getting off so my dick will go back to normal size, and I can function.
Sitting at dinner with Cody with Aliko’s egg in my ass and a hard dick is not great.
I don’t have a choice about the egg, but this? I can fix this. At least for now.
My heart starts to pound faster the closer I get, and before I know it, the orgasm hits me and my cum is spilling into the toilet.
I let out a sigh of relief, my dick already softening.
A shaky breath comes out of me as I tuck myself away, then pull open the door to go wash my hands.
I’m just stepping up to the sink when the bathroom door opens.
In steps Aliko, his presence felt before I actually lay my eyes on him.
His gaze fixates on me curiously, searching my face.
“Why are your cheeks red?” he asks.
“Huh?” I say, turning my attention to the sink as I rinse my hands.
There’s no way he’s going to figure out what I just did.
He steps closer, grabbing my wrist and bringing it to his face. He takes a deep breath, his pupils blowing wide as the drops of water slink down over his hand.
There’s no way… just no way he can smell my cum after I rinsed it. Sure, I didn’t use soap yet, but the water washed it away.
We hold each other’s gaze, and I wonder what he’s going to say.
Does he know? No. He can’t. He just can’t!
He looks around the bathroom, glancing toward the stalls.
“I’m alone,” I blurt, needing to make sure he knows that I am in here alone and I wasn’t doing that with someone else. If he does know, then at least he should know the truth.
His brow raises in question.
“Alone?”
“I… yeah.” He keeps staring at me and I feel like I need to explain. “I couldn’t help it. My dick was so hard, and—”
“And you thought you would take care of it yourself, instead of allowing me the pleasure?”
“Fuck,” I hiss. “How? Here? We can’t.”
“We could have,” he says, finally dropping my hand. “Don’t do it again.”
He walks off to the urinals to pee, and I’m still not done washing my hands by the time he comes over to wash his. Mostly because my heart is pounding and I can’t stop thinking about what he said.
“I’m going to punish you for this,” he says quietly, his gaze meeting mine in the mirror.
“Punish?” I say breathlessly.
“I think that’s fair.”
Aliko finishes washing his hands, dries them, and then leaves me alone in the bathroom.
My dick is hard all over again.