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As I stroked him and started swiveling my hips to move inside him, Nolan said, “Holy hell, that…that feels good,” and I felt his cock plump in my hand. Thank fuck, we were finally getting somewhere.
So I kept up that pace, my groin rocking in time with my hand. It was a sloppy effort, but given Nolan’s moans and his fingernails digging into my arm, it was arousing for him too.
“Please.” Nolan’s needy voice brushed over all my nerve endings. He let go of my arm and sank down onto all fours again. “Fuck me, Ellis.”
I squeezed his ass cheeks to readjust myself before snapping my hips and driving inside him. A line of heat licked across my balls.
“God, yes.” Nolan fisted his own cock and began stroking in earnest, cursing to himself every time my shaft rubbed that spongy place inside him. “Right fucking there.”
My thrusts turned a bit erratic, and I clenched my teeth, hoping against hope that I was making it good for him too.
“I…I’m gonna come.” Nolan’s back bowed, and with a throaty groan, he went soaring over the edge.
I felt a persistent buzz at the base of my spine as my balls tightened. “Oh, fucking hell,” I grunted, unloading inside him.
My head felt fuzzy, my legs rubbery as we sank to the bed, a mess of limbs and sweat as my softened cock slid out of him. I disposed of the condom in the bin near the bed, then returned to Nolan. His chest was heaving, his face held a rosy flush, and his lips parted as I brushed my mouth against his throat. “Goddamn, Nolan, that was—”
“Yeah, it was,” he replied with a sleepy smile.
Right then, Wednesday appeared near the headboard with her judging eyes. But she had definitely warmed up to me the past few weeks—she probably had no choice. I was here enough times a week. In her space. When I reached out to pet her, she hissed and jumped down as if to prove me wrong. Brat.
“She doesn’t like sharing,” Nolan said with a laugh.
I sniffed. “Or she’s jealous that I rocked your world.”
“Oooh, who’s arrogant now?” Nolan tackled me, and we rolled around laughing and kissing.
His face grew serious as he looked down at me, his breaths puffing against my lips. “But you definitely did—rock my world. And I can’t wait for you to do it again.”
My heart was achy and full, and I kissed him until his lips were swollen.
25
Nolan
The first practice after we were found out by Perry was awkward, to say the least. As soon as we got through the door, the tension in the air increased, and though we’d held hands all the way in the car, we retreated to opposite corners of the room almost immediately.
“Wanna get started?” Ellis asked, so I lifted my guitar, Anthony reached for his drumsticks, and Perry moved behind the keyboard. He’d barely made eye contact, which only added to the discomfort.
“Is there anything we need to clear the air about first?” I asked.
Anthony shrugged. “I’m all cool. But I did want to tell you about Maris’s cousin who came out as gay later in life.”
“Oh yeah?” Ellis asked with interest. Maybe these types of stories wouldn’t interest us in another year, but for now, we could use all the encouragement we could get. Besides, I appreciated the support. We both did.
But it was obvious Perry was having a hard time wrapping his brain around it. As if to prove me right, he said, “So now you’re full-on gay? I just don’t get it.”
“I won’t speak for Ellis,” I replied in the calmest tone I could muster while wanting to throttle him, “but I’m probably bisexual.”
“Same,” Ellis said. “It makes the most sense. We’ve both dated women but didn’t realize we were attracted to men too.”
“So you want to hook up with other men?” Perry asked.
“No, we want to hook up with each other. Date each other.” I quickly glanced at Ellis to make sure I wasn’t giving too much away. “I’m sorry if that’s hard for you to understand. Believe me, it took us a while too.”
“It’s just…what does it mean for the band?”
And there was the crux of the matter. It was always about the band and our music.
“Why does it have to mean anything?” Ellis asked. “We’re still the same people playing the same music.”
“Okay, I get that. But what will our audience think? We’ve got a good thing going, and I don’t want to ruin it if people aren’t supportive.”
Like you, I wanted to point out. But despite his delivery, he had a valid point.
“Are you saying there are no queer musicians?”
“From the same band?” he countered.
“There’s gotta be,” Anthony said. “But c’mon, Perry. It’s not like they’re gonna maul each other onstage.”
I nodded. “But I also don’t want to walk on eggshells around you. If I feel like putting my arm around Ellis right now, I will.”
