“—but you’ll have to wait ’til after the show.” Jeff grinned and took a step back. He held eye contact until he almost tripped over a cable, then jogged back upstage. He picked up the patch cord and plugged back in, still beaming, and only realized when he accidentally caught his own face on one of the huge screens that Carter had made a fairly obvious mess of his hair.
He cleared his throat into the microphone. “Ah, sorry about that, something needed my attention—”
Max hooted. “Yeah, Carter’s—”
“Anyway,” Joe said. “You were saying, Jeff?”
“I was saying….” Jeff didn’t remember what he was saying. “Trix, what was I saying?”
“I think you were just going to play the intro of the next song, actually.”
That sounded like a good plan. Jeff snapped his fingers and pointed. “I knew we kept you around for a reason.”
The show wrapped with the same wild energy it started with, following a huge encore of “Ginsberg” that shook the building. As they left the stage, Jeff bumped both fists with Joe, high-fived Max, and spun Trix in a very sweaty hug.
“Seriously,” he was telling Joe as they reached the green room, “you fuckingkilled ittonight. You set the tone for the whole show. I think I still have goose bumps—”
“Oops,” said Trix. “I think I left my phone in the wardrobe room.”
“I need a drink,” Joe said, about-facing. “There was a water cooler this way. C’mon, Max, I’ll show you where it is.”
The abrupt exodus left Jeff a little bemused—until he opened the door to the green room and Carter yanked him inside.
“Hi,” Jeff said breathlessly.
Carter hooked his fingers in Jeff’s belt loops and pulled him carefully backward. “Hi.”
He backed up until he hit the ottoman in the center of the room, where he sat.
Jeff swallowed.
Slowly, Carter thumbed the skin above Jeff’s waistband. He looked up with dark eyes and pulled Jeff closer still. “Yeah?”
“Uhhh,” Jeff said. Between the show, the kiss—which had suddenly flooded back to him—and the way Carter was looking at him now, all heat and hunger as he licked his lips, he could hardly think. “Did—the door?”
“I locked it,” Carter assured him. His fingers were on Jeff’s fly now.
“Thank God.”
Jeff had been on a loud stage in front of thousands of screaming fans for hours. Even with the hearing protection he used, he could barely hear the tick-tick-tick of Carter pulling down his zipper tooth by tooth. But he could feel the vibration each sound made.
He’d been half-hard since the kiss. Now, with Carter watching him intently and reaching into his jeans,halfwas a distant memory.
“Oh my God,” Jeff whispered.
Carter ran the backs of his knuckles over Jeff’s cloth-covered erection. His mouth twitched into a slight smirk when Jeff shuddered at the touch and his cock jerked. “I kinda wanted to do this against the wall.” He slid his hand into Jeff’s boxers and withdrew his dick. “But kneeling is a no-go right now. So try not to fall over.”
Jeff opened his mouth to answer, but Carter opened his mouth and put it on his dick, and words weren’t going to happen any more than Carter kneeling. A moan punched out of him when Carter licked the tip of his cock.
In his years as a rock star, Jeff hadn’t exactly been celibate. He’d had his share of hookups backstage, especially in the early days. But he’d never felt a rush like this, standing in the middle of the green room with Carter watching him intently, his gaze every bit as hot as his mouth.
Jeff’s knees trembled, but Carter braced him with strong hands on his hips and took him down deep, and really, the knees weren’t going to hold out for long… but they didn’t have to.
“Carter.” The word came out helpless and turned-on. Without thinking, he reached out to brace himself. His hands landed on Carter’s shoulders, which only made Carter eye him hungrily, as if in challenge.
It was over embarrassingly quickly. Carter knew just how to touch him, and the way he flicked his tongue against the underside of Jeff’s cock proved his undoing. Jeff came with a groan, emptying into Carter’s mouth, his knees shaking.
Carter worked him through it until Jeff had to push him back, oversensitive. “God, I guess you liked the show?” he said, half falling onto the ottoman.
