21/01/24
uzivala sam
{luce & marty}
20/01/26 reread
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The guy who’s supposedly my date for the night bounds up to the stage in an excited ball of energy. Almost to the point he looks like that cartoon Tassie Devil going a hundred miles a minute.
“What is it?” His legs are about half the size of mine, so his strides are fast and bouncy, which makes him look like an excitable puppy.
“You trying to win back brownie points for being a dick earlier, or you trying to get me to put out?”
“Would that even work?” I ask.
He hesitates just a fraction before leaning in and whispering, “After that kiss? I don’t even need the dinner.”
Oh, holy mother of hell. Where did this guy come from?
My lips quirk. “What if I’m just mesmerised by you and can’t find any words to say?”
Marty pulls back, with an almost shocked expression clouding his face. “Wow, you’re really trying to get lucky tonight, aren’t you?”
“And what do you think your man will say if he finds out you’ve been kissing a much better-looking guy tonight?”
Marty shrugs. “Have to kiss some toads before I meet my prince.”
There’s that damn mouthy attitude that I somehow find charming.
Without warning, he picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder.
Instead of protesting about my legs being in working order, I go a different route. “I demand this is how I travel from now on. My feet shall never touch the ground again.”
Luce smirks. “All I’ve been thinking about all fucking night is that pretty mouth of yours. I want your lips wrapped around my cock. If you’re okay with that, then I’ll let you do whatever the hell you want to me afterwards. Fuck me, rim me, demand I suck you off … hell, mug me for all I care—”
I laugh.
but as I push against his hole, a hand reaches out for mine.
“Just … it’s been a while … okay?” He sounds unsure now it’s my dick and not my fingers.
“I won’t hurt you,” I promise him.
He nods and releases me, and as I slowly enter him, I feel him push against the intrusion and hold his breath.
“The old guy’s a snuggler, huh?” I can’t help myself.
A meaty hand pinches my ass, and I’m working out that’s his go-to move when I’m giving him attitude.
He throws his arm around me and then a leg, clinging to me like my very own koala.
He gestures to the door where Wayne left. “He shouldn’t be treating you like a rent boy.”
Wait … did I miss something?
Something flashes in Jay’s eyes, but he schools it. “That’s what happens on tour. People get lonely.” He shrugs. “It’s not a big deal.”
Whoa, he’s fucking the surly, older guy? How did Luce pick up on that?
“Three beers, and I want you to meet someone. This is Jay.” I pull Jay forward. “From Radioactive.”
Gray’s smile drops, and he glances between me and Jay. “No fucking way.”
I nod. “Way. Told you he’d jump offstage and fall at my feet.”
*
A growl comes from my other side, but Luce reins it in. That is until Jay cups my face and pulls my lips to his.
It takes a second to register what’s happening, but then it clicks.
Jay’s mouth is on mine.
Jay.
From Radioactive.
His tongue teases my lips, but I don’t open for him.
*
He pulls back and nods to Gray. “Totally irresistible.”
Apparently, that’s too much for Luce to handle, and he steps in between us. “Okay, fun time’s over.” He turns to Jay. “That’s the only one you get.”
He throws up his hands in surrender and laughs. “You got it, boss.”
Luce’s arms hold me possessively. “Mine.”
My brow furrows as I look up at him. “Did you just claim me?”
“Yup.”
“I’m so confused,” Gray says.
I wave him off. “That really is Jay. But this is Luce.”
“Faster.”
I do as he says.
“Harder,” he begs.
Gripping his hair, I close my fist through the short strands and tug.
“Oh, fuck.” Marty trembles beneath me. His ass pulses around my cock. “I’m … I’m …” He lets go, and I feel it in the way his body tenses and shudders.
“Nothing hotter than a guy coming hands-free.”
I … I’ve missed you.”
“Then where was my phone call, asshole?”
I’ve had a million offers since arriving in L.A. When the band plays shows and people realise you can get them backstage? Yeah, people throw themselves at you. There was even one girl who, when I told her I was gay, turned to her boyfriend and got him to come offer to blow me.
Shifting so he’s crawling on top of me, he kisses me and rubs his hand over my hardening dick until I’m gasping for more.
“No fucking on the deck chairs!” Jay yells from somewhere in the house.