Chapter 66
He heard a scuffle behind him. Before he could look up someone rammed into him, hard, knocking him against the wall. The spigot caught him in the back of the head and for a brief instant the darkness behind his closed eyes flared white. “What the fuck…” he started, flinging wet hair out of his face.
A heavy hand on his chest stopped him. Ty held him back, those eyes unreadable in the harsh bulbs overhead. “Stay right there,” he warned.
Past Ty, Benjamin could see Skree struggling with Nick in the doorway. The taller drummer had Skree in a bear hug, arms pinned at his sides, but Skree pummeled his fists into Nick’s midsection, bellowing in rage. Skree’s feet were planted wide between the wall and the open door, giving him some leverage for the fight. But Mark was still behind the door, pinned in place with the doorknob in his stomach. Dimly Benjamin felt a drop of water drizzle down his back. Where Ty’s hand rested on his chest, his skin felt itchy and hot. “What’s this all about?” he wanted to know.
“Same old shit,” Ty replied, his voice low. He was watching the water bead on Benjamin’s mouth and when Benjamin licked the droplets away, Ty’s own lips parted a bit in a faint sigh. Benjamin saw the struggle in those familiar eyes and wanted to laugh when Ty muttered, “Goddamnit. Look what you’re gonna make me do.”
“Like it’s all my fault,” Benjamin countered, but Ty wasn’t listening. His long legs strode for the door and, without a word, he shoved Skree and Nick into the hall. Freed, Mark started to sink to the floor, but Ty grabbed him by the collar and tossed him out after the other two. Then he shoved the door shut, using the rubber doorstop to wedge it closed. His jacket fell to the floor. He turned, pulling his shirt off over his head, and dropped it, as well. By the time he had crossed the room again, his belt was unbuckled, his jeans unzipped. Benjamin wrung the water from his hair and this time laughed out loud. “I thought we said not around our bands—”
“Fuck our bands,” Ty growled. Then his mouth was on Benjamin’s, hot and wet, his tongue licking between Benjamin’s lips possessively. Ty’s entire body pressed Benjamin back against the wall, his heat searing through the thin, wet T-shirt. Hands fumbled at Benjamin’s waist, glancing over the start of an erection, then steady fingers began to unbutton his jeans. “Finally,” Ty murmured. “Do you know how hard it is watching you onstage?”
Benjamin’s reply was lost in their kiss. He ran his hands up Ty’s chest, over nipples that hardened beneath his palms, over soft hair lying on smooth skin. He tangled his fingers in that hair, tugged on it to pull Ty closer. Between them denim chafed skin. Benjamin wrapped his arms around Ty’s shoulders as their kiss deepened and he slid out of his jeans when Ty pushed them down. Onstage another band began to play and the wall behind them vibrated with the beat. Benjamin held onto Ty, kissed his mouth, his tongue, his cheeks, and the bristle of hair along his chin. His hands tangled in long hair and pulled Ty’s head back to expose his throat. Benjamin licked the tender skin above his Adam’s apple. It tasted sharp and sweat.
He sat in Ty’s hands now. His underwear was down around his ankles with his jeans. Strong fingers worked at his buttocks, spreading them wide, pressing inside with a sweet pain. Ty held him up against the wall, his lips on Benjamin’s neck as he breathed in damp curls. Each movement he made rubbed Benjamin’s hard dick against his bare stomach. Ty started to kiss his way down, over the jut of Benjamin’s collarbone, over one nugget of a nipple still sheathed in cotton, down to where the T-shirt pulled up to expose pale skin lined with dark hairs. Benjamin kicked one leg free from his jeans and raised it onto the counter beside them to redistribute his weight. Ty licked the trail of hair on Benjamin’s stomach, following it down to the thatch at his groin where a protruding erection waited.
Benjamin’s hands were on the top of Ty’s head now, fisted in his hair. Ty closed his lips around the tip of Benjamin’s dick and drew him in, deep. He always took the full length. Benjamin bucked forward, his skin quivering where Ty’s mouth met the base of his cock. A thick forefinger tickled between his buttocks before finding its way into his ass. His muscles clamped around it as he raised up onto his toes, driving himself further into Ty’s mouth. Other fingers cupped his balls, kneaded them, rolled them around like dice in the palm. He pushed harder, tugged at Ty’s hair to hold his head in place while he fucked into the willing mouth. Expert lips and tongue worked him to a climax. Just before he came, the finger in his ass drove deeper, the mouth sucked harder, and the fingers tightened around his balls, forcing his orgasm.