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by Mychael Black, Shayne Carmichael
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: Chei, G, and Lil are a rising star band. G and Chei share an on again/off again fuck buddy relationship, and everything is fine. That is until G decides he wants to try to have a serious relationship. Instead of choosing wisely, G chooses Geoffrey, a fan with a nasty temper. Chei has always been in love with his childhood friend, G, but realizing there will never be anything serious between them, he starts dating their mutual friend, Robbie. As things begin to fall apart between G and Geoffrey, Chei falls in love with Robbie. How in the heck will they be able to untangle the messes that have been made?
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/High Ball, 2008 http://www.torquerepress.com
eBookwise Release Date: February 2009
29 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [139 KB]
Reading time: 84-118 min.
The vibration of sound pulsed through Cheitan, and the energy from the yelling crowd in front of the stage fueled his own. Near him, Giovanni strode across the stage, belting out the song and further whipping up the crowd. When G turned, he grabbed Chei and humped Chei's leg. Roars of excitement rose around them as everybody went wild.
G whirled around and lifted his guitar up as Chei began mock-fucking him. Gripping Chei's hip, G ground tightly back against Chei as he continued to sing. Chei's hand dropped to the front of his pants, palm rubbing over the bulge. Both of their hard-ons were evident within the tight constrictions of their pants when G stepped away.
Screaming cheers erupted and frantically waving hands stretched to the front of the stage as G walked the edge, teasing them. Past the bright stage lights, Chei could see some of the faces of the fans cheering them on. They were all having a damn good time. The only two faces he recognized were their friends Robbie and Tim.
This was the last show of the tour Gawth opened for the major headliner, Voices of the Dead. It'd been a fantastic piece of luck that Voices' lead singer Rick had caught one of their club shows and decided to ask them to join part of the tour. Watching G strut, Chei smirked then beckoned to him and pointed downward.
G dropped to his knees in front of Chei and leaned forward, mouthing the material covering Chei's cock. All Chei could see was G's burgundy, spiked hair, but he could feel that fucking mouth.
"Fuck yeah, G." Chei's words sounded across the concert hall, and the crowd took up the chorus, chanting G on.
After leaving a sufficiently wet stain on Chei's pants, G stood, waving his fist in triumph, and finished up the song. Chei's gaze followed G, far too aware of the ache of his own cock.
A flourish of the drums behind them completed the song and Lilith tossed the drumsticks into the crowd. When the lights winked out, all of them headed off the stage, leaving the equipment for the crew to take care of.
"Fuck, six whole weeks and now it's over." G headed backstage, dodging the crew members rushing to the stage to change the set.
Chei went straight to the back lounge. "Actually glad it's over. I'm getting tired and craving home-cooked meals."
"I'm with you on that, Chei." Lil put his arm around Chei, walking alongside him.
"I say we head back to the hotel, grab our stuff, and go home."
G bumped against Chei's other side, snaking an arm around his waist. "Fine. As long as I sit in your lap on the ride home."
"Oh, jeez, take care of him in the hotel room, Chei." Lil rolled his eyes, laughing.
G straddled Chei's lap as soon as they were in the limo and rocked slowly against him. "Just making sure you don't forget, babe."
"No boy toy to ease the frustration?" Lil teased. "Next time bring an electrical one. Works wonders, G."
Chei rested his hands on G's hips, stilling the movement. "Keep it up and you'll be waiting."
"God, you're pitiful," Lil groaned. Ignoring them, he pulled the bands out of his pink hair to brush it. "Hey, what if I dye my hair blue?"
"I like the pink," Chei muttered. Lil dyed his hair a hell of a lot more often then Chei did. He planned on keeping his green hair for at least the next six months.
"Shut up, Lil." G's words would have had more weight if he wasn't trying to grind on Chei. "Fucking need your cock in me," he murmured, licking Chei's ear.
"Soon as we get to the hotel, babe," Chei whispered as he tried to still the movement again. Thankfully, a moment later, the limo stopped and they all piled out of the car.
G grabbed Chei's hand and tugged him toward the back door entrance of the hotel. "See you ... uh ... later," he called over his shoulder.
"You got an hour," Lil yelled after them.
It never did a damn bit of good to argue with G when he wanted something. Chei walked alongside G, his own need nearly as demanding as his friend. Neither of them said anything as they half walked, half ran down the corridor to their room. G stopped long enough to fumble with the key card lock, then shoved the door open, pushing Chei into the room. The second the door was closed, G crushed his mouth to Chei's, humping Chei's thigh.
Thoroughly aroused as well, Chei slid his hands between them, getting rid of G's clothes. Pants were roughly shoved down and their vests peeled off. A demanding surge rushed through Chei, and his hands slid down G's back to knead against that ass. G moaned, fingers fisting in Chei's hair as he rocked.
"Fuck me. Hard."
He released G long enough to get the lube from one of the open suitcases. When he returned to G, he spun G around and pushed the man closer to the wall. "Bend over." He popped the lid and poured some of the gel onto his hand. Then he slicked it over his cock and pushed two fingers deep inside G.
"Fuck!" G threw his head back, hands braced on the wall, ass thrusting back. "Fuck, yes!"
Not in the mood for much teasing, Chei pressed in closer behind G. As he pulled out his fingers, a swift thrust of his cock replaced them. With one hand gripping G's hip tightly, Chei pulled his friend back and slipped his other hand around G, stroking over G's cock in the same frantic pace.
"You like that, don't you, G? My cock stretching your ass and filling it."
G growled, meeting the rhythm. "Fuck yes," he grunted. "Fuck me. Fuck my ass."
Chei gave G exactly what the man asked for, taking no care to be gentle. The jarring slapped their flesh together and Chei didn't slow.
G was panting, entire body shaking. "God, I love your cock," he gasped. "Oh, fuck yeah. Fuck yeah..."
Varying the pressure and speed of his hand, Chei kept G at a needy edge. His nails bit into G's hip, leaving crescent-shaped marks in the fair skin. He shifted angle slightly and his cock pegged G's prostate. G shouted, body jerking against Chei.
"That's it," Chei grunted, feeling G contract around him. Grinding tightly against G's ass, Chei came with a shout of pleasure.
"Goddamn..." G hung his head down, gasping for breath.
Chei drew G up and back against him, and chuckled in his friend's ear. "Think you're ready to pack now, babe?" He pulled out and turned G around, slipping his arms around G's waist.
G groaned softly. "Yeah ... yeah..."
Chei caressed his hands gently over G's backside and leaned close enough to nuzzle at G's throat. It was always quick and intense between them, and Chei savored the feel of G's body against his own. "That should keep you happy until we get home. It's only a couple of hours."