“You still with me, Ely?”
“Yeah.” Kinda. Sorta.
Rhone placed his other hand next to my head, pressing his lips to mine. In no time his tongue slid between them, mingling with mine. While doing so, the hand gripping our cocks started moving. Sliding up, and down. His grip was firm, but not too tight. No, ah. Just, just right.
“Open your eyes, Ely. I want to stare into them when I make you come,” Rhone said. I was incapable of replying with his hand working its magic. My entire brain was currently situated in his grip. Why had I waited so long for this? When Rhone’s lips grazed the side of my neck, my hips thrust up of their own volition. The moan I released was unstoppable. But I was so close. So damn…
“Ah, ah!” My hips jerked, the heat that’d built at the base of my spine powered through. I came so hard I thought I might pass out. Spurt after spurt lined my stomach. I didn’t know whether to be embarrassed, or proud.
“Oh God, that was—” Rhone’s pupils dilated, his mouth fell open. His fist tightened, speed increased. My cock was so sensitive I had to clench my teeth to keep from stopping him. “Ely,” he moaned as his warm come joined mine. I was mesmerized, staring at his handsome face when he came. That was a vision I knew I wanted to see again whether in my dreams, or in reality remained to be seen.
That was by far the most intense orgasm I’d ever had. Once my breathing regulated, I grabbed the dirty shirt I’d used for the same purpose the night before and wiped us clean. “How was it? Are you okay? What’d you think?” I rattled off. This was a big step for Ely, and it was important to me that he walked away without second guessing our actions. To me this was, fuck, this was deep. Virgin. That one, single word brought out my protective side. This wasn’t one of my usual ‘bust a nut, we probably won’t see each other again, but hey thanks for the orgasm’ scenarios. I wanted to see more of Ely, like date him and all the jazz associated with that when I got back to Vegas.
Ely’s smile took my breath away. “This frotting thing,” he began.
“Yeah?” I asked, holding my breath. Did he like it? Did he hate it? Did my fucking inability to think straight when hard ruin this?
“I um. I really liked it. Can we do it again?” Ely uttered the last bit enthusiastically, which I needed to hear more than he knew.
I smiled, he was so fucking cute. Trailing my lips along his neck, I murmured, “Anytime you like, baby.”
Never had I called another a pet name before, not in such a serious setting at least. The guys and I joked around from time to time, calling each other babe and shit. But this. Man, I was feeling Ely so deep it rattled my core. How can you become attached to someone you only just met?
“Oh shoot, where’s my phone?” Ely said, glancing around the small space.
“I think you left it on the table. Is everything okay?”
Hurriedly, he pulled his pants up. “Sorry, but the VIP area will be filling up and I need to be there to help the service team.” He pulled the curtain back, hopping out before I was even dressed.
“Hold on, I’ll walk you back.”
“You don’t need to.”
“I know, but I want to,” I said, sidling up to him. “I don’t know what you think is going on, but this is more than a weekend fling for me, Ely. I was serious when I said I wanted to see you when I get back to Vegas.” I hoped my words would finally sink in. There was no way I wanted to be the cause of any further anxiety for him. Seeing him today, so out of it, terrified me. If I had to repeat myself a thousand times over a lifetime to convince him my feelings were true, I would. Lifetime. Holy hell, where did that come from?
Ely blushed. “I um, I’d like that. But my schedule is crazy busy the next couple of months.”
Taking his hands in mine, I brushed my lips across his knuckles. His hands were so tiny in my grip, “So is ours, but we can do this. Or at least, I would like to try. What do you say Ely?”
“Okay. But what does that mean exactly?”
“It means, whatever we want it to mean. Are you asking if I’m going to pursue anyone else or engage in any hook-ups in the interim?” I hoped he didn’t think that, but I’d given him no real reason to think otherwise.
“Um, yeah,” Ely said, staring at the floor.
“Ely?” I waited until he turned those gorgeous eyes my way. “What this means is I’m pursuing you and no one else. Are we boyfriends? No, not yet.” His gaze once again turned away, as I scrambled to clarify my response. “But that’s the goal I’m working toward which means there will be no one else for me.” Knowing the bit of history he’d shared with me, I didn’t believe he’d mess around with anyone else, but I still needed to ask the question just the same. “What about you?”
His face darted upward so fast I thought he’d strain a neck muscle. “Who me? No, there, there’s no one else. You’re th–the only one I’m interested in.”
Damn if I didn’t just add that stutter to the ever-growing list of fucking cute things about Ely I was mentally keeping. Smiling, I pressed my lips to his. “Okay then, we’re on the same page. We take it one day at a time and if either of us has any questions at all we immediately contact the other one before assuming something. Agreed?”
“Agreed.”
When I opened the bus door, I hollered out to Sikes, “Ready to walk him back.”
“Everything good?” Sikes asked, eyeing us both. Ely blushed, nodding in agreement.
“Yeah, it’s all good,” I replied for us, swinging our entwined hands. “Lead the way, Ely.”
When we got back to the VIP lounge area, in lieu of the goodbye kiss I really wanted to give Ely, I squeezed his hand. “I’ll be here all night checking out the bands so find me when you get done.”
“Okay, have fun.” Ely smiled up at me. I watched him walk away until the crowd swelled around him.
“Damn man, I’ve never seen you have it this bad. More than a hook-up?” Seltzer asked. I was so lost in watching Ely I hadn’t heard him walk up. Not that I would’ve heard him anyways given the thrash metal band that was currently playing. But another figure, a familiar one caught my eye.
“Holy shit…Dez?” I questioned, seeing my childhood friend nearby.
Dez turned, the shock on his face must’ve mirrored mine. “Dude,” he growled, dragging me into a bro-hug, squeezing the air out of me.
“Right? Man, it’s been so long,” I said.
“Too damn long. You were what, like ten or eleven?” Dez asked.
“Something like that. Let’s get each other’s digits so we can at least keep in touch,” I told him.
“I heard you guys just got off tour with Social and Maiden. I bet that was intense. I was stoked when I saw Embrace in the line-up. I’ve been keeping an eye out for you since we got off the bus,” Dez told me.
“He’s been MIA with a hot blond,” Seltzer said.
“Sorry man, this is our bass player Seltzer,” I said, spotting David and Chase and flagging them down. “This is our lead singer Chase and guitarist David.” They shook hands. “Guys this is Dez. My dad and his uncle were in Elemental Beast together. Which band is yours?” I asked.