Chapter 30
Chapter Thirty
Seth
“OH, GOD. YES. YES.”
Jacob’s sweet moans patter down on me like cool rain hitting my flushed face. His nails dig into my chest, his thighs spread around me as he bounces on my cock with a vigor that borders on dangerous. I feel like I’m doing nothing but lying under him, but he screams my name at his spacious bedroom.
“Seth, fuck, right there. Just like that.”
He throws himself down my cock, bowing his back and crying out as his ass slaps against my hips. His nails claw at my skin, pleasure twisting through his face. I cling to this thighs and watch in wonder, afraid if I close my eyes this impossible human will dissipate like a dream. No one’s ever taken me like he does. No one has ever wanted me so bad, and been so bold about saying it. Maybe someday I’ll get used to it, but it feels like that day is a long, long way off.
Jacob’s eyes snap open. He peers down at me, gaze bright with lust. He tips forward, shifting to cup my face in his hands, my cock sliding out of him a bit.
“Fuck me,” he says against my lips. “Your cock feels so good, Seth. Fuck me.”
I respond faster than I responded to any command ever issued during my time in the military. I seize his hair in one hand, yanking Jacob to my mouth. My other hand snakes between us. Jacob rewards me with a whimper when I grab his cock.
Then I plant my feet on his bed and give him what he wants.
I jerk my hips up frantically, pounding into him, driving my cock as deep as I want. I know he wants it as well, especially as every thrust knocks a cry from his mouth and into mine. A private serenade composed from his moans slithers down my throat, a song only I will ever hear.
Those screaming crowds will never know what they’re missing.
I drive my hips up, spurred on by the knowledge that this part of him is all mine, that no matter what happens in public, this piece of him will always only be for me. We may never get to live an entirely private life, but I can deal with that in exchange for these precious glimpses of him.
“Oh, Seth. Oh, Seth,” he moans into my mouth.
I keep pounding. My hand is trapped between us, but I move it as much as I can, bringing him to the edge. He tries to kiss me, but it results mostly in licking and biting and shouting into my mouth. I don’t mind, not one bit. It only makes me jerk my hips harder as I tangle my hand in his beautiful hair to hold him against my lips.
He crests with my name spilling from his mouth like wine, getting me drunk off the sound as it flows into my belly. Jacob spills hot over my hand, painting our chests. My eyes finally snap shut as I drive one last time into him, emptying inside him until my eyes are rolling back in my head.
Jacob slumps against me when the waves pass. My ragged breaths press my chest harder against him, my hand still trapped between us. My cock softens, but Jacob doesn’t bother taking it out of himself.
“Fuck, what time is it?” he groans.
“Mmm,” I grumble.
Then recognition dawns. I force my eyes open and crane my head to search for a phone. By releasing Jacob’s hair, I can barely reach my phone, discarded on the bed. We were supposed to come in here and get dressed, but instead all the clothes came off, and we didn’t even get my phone and glasses and pants out of the way before Jacob was on me. I hope the glasses are intact, but I’ll worry about them later. I tap at the phone screen until it responds, the time blaring at me like an accusation.
“Shit,” I hiss.
We scramble into action, as much as we don’t want to. Limp limbs suddenly surge back to functionality as we climb off each other and the bed. We throw ourselves into Jacob’s shower, a dangerous proposition, especially when Jacob starts cleaning the cum off my chest with his mouth instead of the body wash. I have to all but shove him away before we get too excited again.
“No fun,” he grumbles.
“They’ll be here soon. They might be here already,” I say.
“They’re adults. They can deal.”
“No, Jacob. They’re your friends. Don’t be rude.”
He pouts, but relents, letting me wash off using things other than his tongue.
Somehow, we clean ourselves up, and even tidy the wreckage of our clothing out of the bedroom. We dress in clean things, me in my usual all-black ensemble (with my glasses fortunately still in one piece), but Jacob in a loose, baggy T-shirt that I startle to realize is mine.
“You’re really dressing like that?” I say.
He shrugs, the shirt slipping partially off one shoulder. “Why not? I’m going to be walking funny all night from you. It’s not like people won’t know.”
Despite what we just did, a flush hits my face. I clear my throat and try to brush aside the image of Jacob continuing to feel me inside him for the rest of the night, but God damn, he does not make it easy. He saunters past me in that baggy T-shirt, his jeans poking out beneath it, and I follow like a puppy pulled along on a leash.
I head to the kitchen, a place that usually helps center me. I was going to do some homemade pizzas for this, but I haven’t even turned on the oven when the first knock sounds.
“We made it just in time,” Jacob says with a wicked grin.
I lower my head and focus on getting the oven heated up and gathering the supplies for the pizzas.
Keannen and Tim are first, arriving as a couple. Keannen saunters into the kitchen after shrugging off his leather jacket and tossing it haphazardly onto the couch.
“Looks like you didn’t have much time to get the pizza started,” he says, his tone laden with implication.
“It won’t take long,” I reply mildly. I’m not giving him the satisfaction.
He shrugs, digging through Jacob’s refrigerator shamelessly. He places a six-pack inside it, but takes out a bowl of grapes that he carries to the couch. When he flops onto the cushions, his boyfriend Tim sits beside him. Keannen starts feeding him grapes, teasing Tim when one misses and they have to dig through the cushions for it.
The others soon arrive, Shawn and Levi and Dan. Shawn seems agitated, but he won’t say why, and no one pries. He’s not the type of person you push that way. He’ll talk when he’s ready, but he has been acting a bit strange ever since that fan meet and greet. Maybe it was a stressful situation for him after what happened to Jacob, but Jacob seems to believe it’s something else, something about a fan. I asked in private if it’s a situation I should take care of, but Jacob said no, that Shawn would hate that. Still, I intend to keep my eye on it. I’m not going to let anything happen to these guys, and not simply because they miraculously got me my job back. I’ve come to care about them, all of them, and they need someone watching their backs during this truly insane period of their lives.
The oven beeps, which is perfect because I just got sauce and cheese onto seven personal pizzas.
“Come decide your toppings,” I call.
Keannen mutters something that results in Tim slapping his arm, something I’m sure I don’t want to hear. The guys crowd around, adding mushrooms and olives and green peppers and pepperoni. Some take a milder approach, like Shawn, who only goes for black olives, while others grab everything they can reach, like Jacob and Levi. One by one, I pop the pizzas in the oven, distributing them as soon as they emerge, and before long all seven of us have a ton of pizza waiting for us.
We crowd onto Jacob’s couches. Well, it’s not really crowding. The couches are so big they easily fit all of us. It’s more that we choose to crowd, everyone squeezing onto the bigger couch so we can sit together. Jacob puts on the movie we agreed on, a modern update on an old monster movie that came out while everyone was on tour.
As the monster roars on screen in gloriously updated graphics, I set my empty plate aside and wrap my arm around Jacob’s waist. He puts his plate down as well so he can lean into me. Beside us, Keannen and Tim are in a similar state. The remaining three guys — Levi, Shawn and Dan — sit close together, even though they’re alone. Maybe as things quiet down they’ll get their chances. What happened with Keannen and Tim was one in a million, and what happened with me and Jacob was just as lucky. The universe placed us in each other’s proximity; we never stood a chance after that.
I hope fortune chooses to favor the others, if that’s something they want. They’re the quieter end of the band, but all this stuff with Shawn and this fan who has him worried has made me wonder. Is he worried because he’s not feeling the way he’s supposed to feel about something like that? Does he think after the Ryan situation that the others might judge him? I can’t imagine his bandmates being anything but supportive, but perhaps he doesn’t realize that yet.
Something to keep in the back of my mind, for sure.
In the meantime, I’m going to indulge in this thing I have with Jacob. “Love,” we’ve both called it now. A huge word, a heavy word, but it came out the second Jacob broke through the walls and got me to confess. Maybe I said it too soon, but if so, Jacob isn’t complaining.
I hug him tighter against my side. He smiles up at me and snuggles in closer, leaning his head against my shoulder as the monster on the screen rampages through Tokyo.
“We should make a monster metal album,” Keannen says.
“What the hell is a monster metal album?” Levi says.
“I don’t know,” Keannen says. “Something loud. Something crazy. Pshhh.” He mimics the explosion of a television station in downtown Tokyo. “No stealing that idea,” he says to Tim. “It’s ours.”
“All yours,” Tim says in a tone that indicates he wouldn’t have fought for it anyway.
“It’s kind of a cool idea,” Jacob says. He starts humming, and I know lyrics are flowing through his brain already. “Yeah, that could be kind of good actually.”
“Not you too,” Shawn drawls.
“It’s different. It’s cool,” Jacob says. “Find me another band doing monster metal.”
“I’m sure it exists,” Shawn says. “One of those Slavic metal bands.”
Jacob tilts his head, considering. “Okay, that’s true, but we could do it our way. It would be totally different. Hm. Yeah. I’m into it.” His humming vibrates through me as he tests out more presumably monster-related lyrics.
I sit back and smile, letting the band muse around me, feeling so blessed to be part of this weird family. I’m way more than a bodyguard, but none of them seem to mind. In fact, it almost feels more natural this way. I’m one of them, and they know that means I’ll work harder for them than anyone else.
And of course, I’ll work harder for Jacob.
His humming buzzes through my chest, his music weaving around my heart. It’s nothing compared to those moans he sings for me. This song will belong to the whole world, but that’s a trade I have to make. He’ll never belong only to me, not when everyone wants a piece of him.
I can live with that, as long as it’s his heart that’s mine.
I’ll follow him on this wild journey. I’ll follow him forever. And even though the whole world will always want him for themselves, no one will ever know the song he sings only for me, the music we make together.
That will always be mine.