German grabbed Blaze’s ass and hauled him closer. “I’m not scared of shit.”
Blaze’s hands linked behind German’s neck. “Oh, so you’re just a liar.”
An unexpected laugh burst from German. Blaze’s smile was irresistible and contagious. The back of his head hit the headboard behind him. He eyed Blaze. “It’s pretty crazy how I’d rather be with you, watching, than with anyone else, even if I get to participate.” If German had said those words to anyone else, he might have been embarrassed. For some reason, he never felt awkward or ashamed with Blaze. It was the way Blaze looked at people—like they were alone even in a crowd. His entire demeanor screamed that anyone could tell him anything without judgment. German couldn’t get enough.
“I’m going to kiss you now.”
German might have laughed at the warning, but he wanted Blaze too much. Then Blaze’s lips touched his and nothing mattered. Time stopped. A heartbeat passed, and then Blaze’s tongue was in his mouth. German would have liked to claim he stayed respectful, but he couldn’t. He touched Blaze everywhere he could reach. His entire body was ready to go.
Blaze pulled away and patted German’s chest as he moved to crawl away. “You know what you need? You need a beer.”
German didn’t think. He acted. In a flash, he had Blaze rolled beneath him, taking back the kiss he desperately craved. Blaze chuckled. The sound died on a moan as German rocked against him. He wasn’t above making Blaze fly while still fully clothed. German would make out like a teen. He didn’t care. The truth was, he had wanted Blaze since the first night they spoke, and that longing had stuck. Each time he heard Blaze’s name, saw his face, or heard his voice, German swore his insides seized with unquenched desire. Not this time. Until Blaze asked him to stop or told him no, German would accept as much as he could get. There was a very real possibility Blaze would never see or speak to him again after today. Steel might never need him for their tour. Even if he did, Blaze could easily pretend they never touched, and there would be nothing he could do about it. The Fourth of July thing was only words until Blaze actually took German with him. But what was real was Blaze beneath him now. The desperation was palpable. He prayed the day wouldn’t end.
Before leaving Valon’s, Blaze had taken a quick shower, thrown on some workout pants and t-shirt from a duffle in his car, and headed out. Now nothing but thin pants covered an erection that ached to be touched. German had his fingers linked through Blaze’s, and kept his arms pinned above his head. He couldn’t touch German or do anything to relieve the pressure building in his cock. German kept rocking against him. Blaze had a bad feeling he would embarrass himself before the end. Not once had Blaze blown from only making out. That seemed ridiculous, but then again, he had never experienced this. Blaze was the star. Anyone in his bed just felt lucky to be there, and Blaze did what he wanted. That wasn’t conceit. That was the reality of being him.
Blaze didn’t think German would let him be in control. He had to admit his take-charge attitude made him hot.
“I want to touch you.” The confession slipped out the moment his mouth was free.
“No.” German changed angles and went right back to kissing him. His hips pivoted, grinding his erection on Blaze’s through their clothes.
Blaze’s ass left the bed, chasing him. He couldn’t believe how close he was to coming. Blaze couldn’t focus on anything other than the way German’s body moved against him. Then a guttural moan vibrated through their kiss. That was the final piece needed to send him flying. He wished he could stay quiet and not humiliate himself, but no. He moaned and whimpered—writhed.
German’s kiss softened. The way his breathing had turned ragged made Blaze realize he hadn’t been alone in that orgasm. That made things a lot less embarrassing.
“Why do you make me do things I never would?”
German’s softly spoken question between kisses punched Blaze in the chest. They equally felt out of their depth. That brought a whole new perspective to this. They were unique to each other. This wasn’t one-sided or a onetime thing. This was a growing addiction.
“Maybe we should do this again sometime and find out.”
German pulled away and stared down at Blaze. “Steel called me in this morning to ask me to be on call for your tour. He wants me to step in if anyone gets sick or whatever. I was scared to tell you. I worried you might tell me you don’t want to see me again.”
“No. I definitely want to see you again. In fact, I might hobble a guard to get you there.”
German’s body shook with silent laughter. His forehead dropped to Blaze’s shoulder. “Oh, God. I don’t have anything else to wear.”
Blaze burst out laughing. He still reeled from blowing cum in his pants. Blaze hadn’t thought about the aftermath. “Don’t worry. I’ve got you.”
German’s head lifted again. “There’s no way I can wear anything you own.”
Blaze shrugged. “I didn’t offer. I said I’ve got you. That’s two different things. It’ll require you giving me your pants, though.” Blaze couldn’t stop the heat in his tone.
German smiled. “I can do that.”
Blaze could smell trouble from a mile away, and all his alarms were blaring. He was in so much danger right now. Not once had he feared any man who touched him. This was different. German could easily steal his heart, and Blaze was not okay.
Chapter Five
WhenGermanhadagreedto go to Maine with Blaze, Blaze got the feeling German hadn’t thought about the logistics. Blaze had been on tour for four weeks. The longest four weeks of his life. Unfortunately, there was no way Blaze could fly home to L.A. so he could travel with German to Maine. It was a big party weekend. They had concerts all the way until the actual fourth. That meant German had to fly in alone, take a cab to the closest hotel, and not see Blaze until their tour bus rolled into town. Their driver had driven all night and—as exhausted as he was—Blaze had barely slept. While he imagined German was accustomed to traveling alone for work, this was different. It was personal. Blaze wished like hell they could have spent the entire weekend together. He had pictured them flying in together and staying at the same hotel before going to Blaze’s parents’ house. That had always been an unrealistic dream. Blaze hadn’t expected to feel disappointed and robbed of time. They weren’t a couple. German wasn’t his. This was supposed to be him goingto his childhood home with a friend. Now he was in Maine, and he would have next to no time alone with German before introducing the guy to his entire family. That was fine too, he supposed. He would still be with German. But Blaze had never wanted more the way he did now, and it was really fucking with his head.
Two seconds inside the hotel, he had bellhop services all over him, vying to carry his singular bag. Diesel moved in close, crowding his space and protecting him. The entire band had reservations. All their security closed ranks, securing them from all sides while a roadie got everyone else checked in. Diesel managed to get them on a private elevator so Blaze could get to German.
By the time they reached the room, Blaze was ready to drop. Then he knocked on the door and German ripped the door open like he had been drowning and his only chance at oxygen stood on the other side. Blaze was the one who could finally breathe.
“Hey. You look exhausted.”
Blaze chuckled as he strolled inside. He held German’s gorgeous blue gaze as he passed. “Thanks, babe.”
