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Want to sneak into the dressing room to…practice?
Heat immediately crept into my neck up to my cheeks. Drew was such a flirt. I grabbed his phone from his palm and typed a message back to him.
What are you looking to practice? Percussion? Vocals?
He elbowed me in the rib cage and snatched his phone back. With a few furious taps on his phone’s keyboard, he flashed the message to me.
Personally, I’d like to practice sticking my tongue down your throat. *face with tongue emoji*
I didn’t write anything back because I realized we’d already wasted valuable time flirting over his phone when we could have been in the privacy of our dressing room. Without another word, we got up from the loveseat and practically ran to the dressing room.
Drew yanked the door closed behind us, then locked it in one swift motion. There was nothing but heat in his eyes as he pushed me roughly against the door, cupped my face in his hands, and bruised me with a torturously hard kiss.
I moaned into his mouth, and that small sound sent him further into his frenzy. He rubbed my aching cock through my jeans and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. His lips brushed against the tender spots along my neck, and his tongue flicked out and grazed me every so often. The songs from the opening band filled the room, and it was exhilarating to feel him growl against me as the bass thumped around us.
Drew came back up to meet my lips and stole quick, ardent kisses before his tongue plunged into my mouth and intertwined with mine. He skillfully undid my pants and slipped an excited hand underneath the waistband of my boxers. Drew gripped my shaft and worked my throbbing dick hard, fast, and to perfection.
Something about being all over each other behind a locked door with a ton of people nearby had me in a fit of ecstasy. His hand didn’t stop pumping me, but his face pulled away from mine, and in seconds, we were tangled together on the floor. My knee throbbed from the impact, but that was the last thing on my mind.
“You’re so goddamn sexy,” Drew moaned into my ear.
He rubbed himself through his jeans from where he straddled me on the rug, bronze cheeks flushed and eyes molten.I had no idea what I’d deserved forthiskind of treatment, but there was no way in hell I was going to complain about it, either.
“I’d say you’re the sexy one,” I breathed. “You most definitely started this.”
He licked his lips. “How much time do you think we have before they come back?”
Even if Brian and Sean came back before we were done with whatever we were about to do, I doubted they’d think anything of our absence.
“Who cares?”I asked. “We’re just rehearsing in here, after all.”
Drew smirked, then he lunged for me. The music crescendoed around us as we replaced the need for oxygen with our desperation for one another. For several minutes, I forgot about the record labels and Green Day and everyone’s family waiting for us to go on stage except for my own, and I got lost somewhere in between his ravenous kisses and electric touch.
No knock came on the door while we made out, and the opening band had two songs left from the count in my head.Mutually, wordlessly, we saidfuck it.
I wanted to fuck him more than I wanted to go on stage and sing, but we didn’t have the time for that. I’d only gotten the extreme pleasure of fucking and making love to Drew a few times over the past few months, and it was mind-blowing and life-altering each time. I’d have taken him more often, but it was my own fault that I usually bottomed—because in the heat of things in the darkness of his bedroom or in the confines of the basement, I begged him to take me as often as I could.
Drew tugged at my pants and pulled them and my boxers down to my knees, then he leaned back, balanced on the balls of his feet, and pulled down his own pants and boxers after a slight struggle. Skinny jeans were the worst to take off in the heat of the moment.
“I have an idea,” Drew said in my ear as prowled forward and hovered above me in a plank. “We haven’t done this yet…”
I was about to ask him what on earth he could be talking about when he hoisted himself up, turned around, and positioned himself so that his head was above my cock and his own throbbing member hung centimeters from my lips.
He lingered above me on his forearms, which gave me the most enticing view. My mouth watered, and I took his cockhead into my mouth greedily. His hips immediately jerked with the contact. I massaged his balls and delved deeper while a warm stream of Drew’s spit spilled from his lips and traveled down my shaft. I moaned with him in my mouth, and then Drew wasted no time in swallowing me down as deep as he could, all the way to the back of his throat. It was hard to focus on pleasuring him while I fucked his mouth with tiny thrusts of my hips.
The end of the song came, and cheers from the audience sounded. Then, they began their last song, and we both picked up our paces. Maybe Drew had been counting, too. I didn’t know. Didn’t care.
He teased my hole with a wet finger and hit my G-spot with precision. He added a second finger, and I came apart at the seams embarrassingly fast. I loved how he fucked my mouth, sucked me off, and thrust into my ass all at once. Drew lapped me up as I spilled into his mouth, and though it was a struggle, I managed to keep sucking him as he did so. I tugged at his balls just right, then playfully took him out of my mouth and made him ache with the need for release before taking all of him into the back of my throat in one movement.
The crowd was going wild over something on the stage. Drew screamed out my name, and his cries were drowned out by the loud concert. Drew jerked his hips as he climaxed, and then he collapsed.
Unfortunately, there was no time to linger. We forced ourselves up and cleaned up our respective messes, then kissed one last time before going back to the loveseat behind the stage.
Brian and Sean weren’t back yet, and that gave our mutual pink cheeks some time to fade.
Thatwas much better than sneaking a simple kiss.
By the endof the night, we had meetings scheduled with both record labels.
Drew’s mother cried and held onto both of us as soon as she met up with us after the show, and the ease of Drew’s shoulders told me that a massive weight had been lifted off him. Even though he had his parents’ support, it had to be entirely different to see how they felt after a show. Which was “fucking incredible” according to not only Drew’s dad, but the entirety of Green Day.
Green Day thought we were fucking incredible.
The band had a lot to think about, but it could all wait. The four of us rejoiced as soon as we were back in the parking lot after loading up all our equipment. We came together in one giant group hug that was met with laughter and whoops of excitement, and in the middle of our embrace was the promise of the future we’d always longed for.
