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My name was said, and the curtain parted. It was only me and the music, like every other time I was up here. I let it pump through me, drive me across the stage. This was my art. This was where I was creative and did what I loved.
The people in the crowd didn’t matter. I was here to entertain and in doing so, reclaim a part of myself. This was who I was.
18
PEYTON
Perry was not a calm guy on a good day. The weekends usually mellowed him a little. He did a bit of work, would relax at night the best he could, and he was more tolerable come Monday morning. This Saturday was anything but relaxing.
Perry stormed around the fortress without a destination in mind. No one in the office wanted to talk to him. They slowed their complaining about JJ when they were met with a pissed-off Perry every time they spoke to him. Stefen was the only one trying to help at this point. He’d gotten over having a new team member in a high rank shoved at him and was creating a plan of how JJ could help, given his experience.
I knew where Perry’s anger came from. He’d lost control of things. With JJ he was backed into a corner and thought it was his only way out. Maybe it was. But with Dominic giving his notice, that made normal Perry seem like a kitten compared to the one we got now.
Greer sat at the kitchen table bouncing one of his tennis balls while he read something on his tablet. I was leaning against the island, eating a piece of banana bread. Our dinner consisted of takeout tonight and it wasn’t filling enough.
Perry entered the kitchen, stopped in the doorway, then advanced to where Greer was so he could grab the tennis ball from him and throw it across the room. It narrowly missed toppling a vase on the counter.
That was the last straw for me. I was done with him and his attitude.
I stepped up to Perry and put my hand on his throat with enough force so I could back him to the wall. He hit it with a loudthump. His eyes narrowed; his cheeks flushed with anger.
Greer’s chair softly slid on the tile floor, letting me know he was leaving the room. Good. My brother didn’t need to be here for this.
Softening my hold on Perry, but not removing it, I stepped so close our noses brushed. “You’re going to stop,” I told him. “I’ve had enough of you treating everyone like shit.”
“I haven’t—”
“You have.” I stroked my thumb over his pulse point. He seemed to calm down the last time I did this in his office. “How are you going to fix it? Because I’m done dealing with you like this.”
Perry dropped his head back against the wall. “I feel like I’m being eaten alive from the inside out. My stomach hurts, my head’s throbbing, I can hardly eat, but I’m not sick. No fever, no normal shit I’d feel if I had a virus or whatever. I’m just miserable.”
“You’re stressed and strung too tight. You need a way to release the tension or it’s going to get worse.” It had everything to do with Dominic leaving. It didn’t take a genius to figure that out. Perry needed to come to the conclusion himself. He had to realize what losing Dominic was doing to him and not only in the office, but off-hours too. He had one experience with our gorgeous dancer. If I knew my best friend, he wanted more but didn’t know how to admit to it, outside of making it about sex.
“Help me, Pey.” He clawed his thin cotton shirt at his neck, bunching the material into his fist. “I feel like I’m suffocating.”
“What do you need?” I knew what would blow everything else out of his mind. If he wanted it. There was only one way to find out.
“I don’t know. Something. Anything.”
“Can I touch you, Perry? Make you forget?”
Perry’s eyes widened. His hazel irises going a shade darker as his pulse picked up. “You’d do that?”
I leaned in, running my nose up his cheek. “I’d do anything for you.”
“Yes. Please,” he begged.
My fingers on his neck released their loose grip, as I dragged them down his chest until I hit the elastic waist of his sweatpants. I hooked my thumbs on either side, grabbing his briefs with them, and tugged them down over his slender hips.
I dropped to my knees in front of him, getting up close and personal with his dick, which was already on its way to hard. He was cut and long, slim without being too thin. I easily fit my hand around him so I could jerk him a few times. A bead of precum formed at the tip. It was so tempting, I had to taste it, taste him.
Perry’s bitter, salty flavor burst over my tongue on the first swipe. He cried out, reaching down to put his hand on my head. I’d let him touch me, but if he tried to direct me or hold me in place, he’d find out real fast who was in charge.
Not giving Perry time to adjust to my mouth on him, I took him as far back as I could without choking myself. I relaxed my throat the best I could and swallowed.
He moved like he was about to slide down the wall, his knees giving out, so I hooked an arm around him and held him in place. He wasn’t allowed to move until I drank every last drop of his release.
I sucked him, backing off until he almost slipped from my lips before pushing forward and swallowing him again. He was leaking, leaving a trail over my tongue. His moans got louder, his hand tightened in my hair.
