Looking At Forever (The Rock Gods Book 4) (22 page)

“Okay. Suit me up,” Rooster said.

A moment later, Rooster removed his fingers from Wheland’s ass. Wheland hated the empty feeling and turned around to face Rooster, reaching for the packets he’d laid out for them. He tore open a foil packet and rolled the condom over Rooster’s cock, then liberally slicked it with the lube. When Rooster saw Wheland move back over his groin, he stopped him.

“Is this how you want it, on top like this?” Rooster asked.

Wheland nodded. “Yeah, I can control how much I take.”

Rooster gripped Wheland’s hips. “We’ll go slow, and if it hurts, we stop. Okay?”

Wheland swallowed, fighting the nerves pooling in his stomach. It wasn’t as if he’d never done this before, but Rooster was... well, Rooster was larger than most. And although that held an enormous amount of curiosity for Wheland, he didn’t want this to be painful.

“Babe, we really don’t have to do this,” Rooster said. “I’m very happy to bottom.”

Wheland shook his head and said, “No, I really need to feel you.”

Rooster nodded and allowed Wheland to center himself over his cock. When Wheland was ready Rooster reached up and touched his face.

“Kiss me,” Rooster said.

Wheland leaned forward and took Rooster’s mouth; sensual and hungry. The movement put Rooster’s cockhead right at Wheland’s entrance. Wheland felt Rooster pulsing against him, ready to push inside. He concentrated on the wet slide of their tongues darting in and out of each other’s mouth and slowly started to sit back on Rooster. The head slipped inside and Wheland froze.

Rooster’s hands held Wheland’s face as he deepened the kiss as Wheland felt himself let go and relax. Rooster’s cock eased in another inch. The stretch was enormous, and when Wheland opened up his mouth to groan, Rooster was there with another kiss.

“You okay?” Rooster asked.

“Hurts so good,” Wheland said, trying to make light of the pain he was feeling.

Rooster slid in another couple of inches.

Wheland made a hissing sound. “Go slow.”

“You’re in control,” Rooster said. “We move at your pace.”

Wheland felt so full. He wasn’t sure he could take anymore. He glanced between their bodies and noticed he still had a few more inches to go before Rooster was completely buried inside him. Rooster took Wheland’s cock in his hand and pulled off a slow stroke. The focus came off the sting in his ass and switched to the grip Rooster had on his cock.

“Oh, fuck. That feels so good,” Wheland said, and the remaining tension in his body left him.

A breath later, Wheland was fully seated on top of Rooster. A smile washed over Wheland’s face when he realized what had happened, and his gaze lifted to Rooster.

Rooster’s fingers dug in to the flesh at Wheland’s hips.

“I can feel you pulsing inside,” Wheland whispered.

“I am so close to coming,” Rooster said. “If you so much as breathe deep, I’m shooting.”

Wheland took a few seconds and then started gently rocking against Rooster.

“Fuckkkk, you are so tight,” Rooster said and arched. “No way in hell I’m going to last.”

Wheland tipped his hips and changed the angle of Rooster’s cock. “Oh, God, that’s it!”

Rooster held still and let Wheland set the pace and the depth of penetration.

“Fuck my cock, Mick,” Rooster said. “Do it. Make yourself come with my cock in your ass.”

“Shit! I love the dirty talk,” Wheland said.

Rooster grinned. “And I love your ass wrapped around my big, fat...”

“Oh, Christ!” Wheland was leveraging himself on his knees, his hands gripping his thighs. He sat down hard on Rooster’s cock, lifted up, and slammed down again. His head flopped back over his shoulders and he groaned. He felt Rooster flexing and thickening inside and looked down at Rooster’s face. The desperate mask of lust distorting Rooster’s expression told Wheland everything he needed to know. One more deep penetration and they’d both be lost.

“Fuck my cock! Yes! Just like that! Come all over me!”

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck,” Wheland said on an exhale. The first ribbon of come shot from his tip and sprayed Rooster’s chest. Wheland spread his thighs wider and Rooster took over, delivering two more quick pumps up into him. Wheland’s eyes dropped to his cock and watched more come shooting from it, without a single touch to it. Long ropes of his seed crisscrossed Rooster’s stomach and chest.

A groan rumbling in Rooster’s throat announced his impending orgasm. Wheland sat back again and Rooster cried out, releasing inside him. Wheland kept his hips rotating until Rooster quieted on the bed, then he fell forward to rest against Rooster’s chest. He was too blissed out to care he was now laying in his own release, smearing it further into Rooster’s skin.

Rooster’s arms circled Wheland’s back and he tried to pull out.

“In a minute,” Wheland said, trying to catch his breath. He wasn’t ready to give up this connection with Rooster. He closed his eyes and rolled his face to the bend of Rooster’s neck. He inhaled slowly and tried to assess exactly what it was he was feeling. His limbs felt like rubber and every square inch of his body still felt electrified. Being with Rooster like this was so much better than it ever was with Cooper. It took his breath away. It was real.

Rooster was on the verge of saying something he’d been feeling for weeks. What they’d just shared together took them to a place where Rooster could see forever playing out for them. It was profound and Rooster was so overcome with these unspoken feelings, the thought he might hyperventilate from holding it inside. Wheland had given more than just his body to Rooster, he’d given Rooster his soul, and Rooster would never stop appreciating that gift.

“Everything okay?” Rooster asked softly, and kissed the top of Wheland’s head.

“Hands down, that was the best,” Wheland said against the damp skin on Rooster’s neck.

“For me too,” Rooster said.

Wheland shifted his hips and Rooster twitched inside him again.

“Ouch,” Wheland said.

Rooster used his hand to ease Wheland off of him. “I’ll go get a towel,” Rooster said.

“I think a shower would work better,” Wheland said. “Did you see what I did to your chest?”

“Okay, shower it is,” Rooster laughed.

Wheland rolled one way and Rooster turned the other. They met at the side of the bed and walked into the bathroom together. While Rooster discarded the used condom in the trash, Wheland started the shower. They waited for the water to heat, then stepped inside the steamy, over-sized stall. Wheland filled his palm with body wash and began scrubbing the come off of Rooster’s chest. Rooster did the same to Wheland’s back. They washed each other for several minutes, silent, but Wheland had so much he wanted to say.

“Sonny, I’m so completely... happy.”

Rooster pressed Wheland’s hands firmly to his chest. “I’m lost in you, too.”

Wheland looked at Rooster again. There was so much more he wanted to express and he suspected Rooster sensed it, too. It was all right there, hanging in the steam surrounding them, and raining down in the rivulets running off their bodies. Wheland’s arms pulled Rooster tighter to him and his head dropped to his shoulder.

“Fuck, this is too intense,” Wheland said. “Does it feel that way for you, too?”

Rooster lifted Wheland’s head bringing them eye to eye. “I was feeling it weeks ago, but after tonight, I... I have no words.”

Wheland held Rooster’s gaze, blinking the shower spray out of his eyes. He swallowed hard and licked the water from his lips.

Say it – just fucking say it, you pussy!

“I think I’m... in love with you,” Wheland blurted.

Rooster swayed on his feet, visibly moved by Wheland’s words. His hand pushed the wet hair off of Wheland’s face. “Well, I’m quite certain I love you.”

“Yeah?”

“Hell, yeah,” Rooster said. “I’ve known for a few weeks.”

“Fuckkkk,” Wheland sighed and let his head fall back onto Rooster’s shoulder.

“Again?”

And that had Wheland laughing.

Chapter Eighteen

Wheland woke the next morning with his cock in Rooster’s mouth. He’d thought it was a dream until he felt the tingling in his balls and the come about to blast from the tip of his dick. His eyes fluttered open and he lifted his head just in time to see Rooster’s lips wrapped around his cock, sucking the orgasm right out of him. Wheland moaned loudly, then flopped back into the pillows.

“Best way to wake up,” Wheland sighed, trying to catch his breath.

Rooster moved up beside Wheland and his fingers caressed Wheland’s cheek. Wheland studied the look on Rooster’s face and then his brain began to replay the events of the previous night.

Oh, shit! We said the “L” word, out loud, and too each other.

Wheland tried to shift on the bed and winced.

“Are you sore?” Rooster asked.

Wheland rolled on to his side and faced Rooster. “A little bit, but it feels nice. It’ll be a reminder for me today and probably for the next several days.”

Rooster’s fingers made random patterns across Wheland’s chest. “Are you okay with... everything else?”

“If you’re asking if I meant what I said to you last night, the answer is yes,” Wheland said.

“Me too, Mick.”

Wheland tugged Rooster against him; his fingers lightly stroking the smooth skin on Rooster’s back and within a few minutes he felt himself dozing. Without meaning too, Wheland and Rooster fell back to sleep with Wheland holding Rooster close to him. It was another hour before they woke again, showered, and dressed, then made their way out to the living room of Alex’s suite.

“Well, it’s about fucking time you two rolled out of bed,” Alex said.

“I didn’t mean to oversleep,” Wheland mumbled, turning to follow the aroma of fresh coffee. Cooper was in the kitchen sipping on a mug of hot coffee. When he saw Wheland and Rooster step into the kitchen, his face broke out into a huge smile

“Sleep well?” Cooper asked.

“Yeah. Fine. You?” Wheland asked.

“I always sleep well with Jayson under me... I mean, beside me.”

Wheland rolled his eyes. He filled a mug of coffee and handed it to Rooster, then poured more of the steaming liquid into another mug for himself.

“Nectar of the gods,” Rooster said over the rim of his mug.

“I thought jizz was the nectar of the gods,” Cooper said.

Wheland nearly choked on the coffee sliding down his throat, considering what Rooster had done to him earlier that morning. He set his mug down on the countertop and coughed several times over the sink. Rooster came up behind him and kissed the nape of his neck.

“You okay?” Rooster asked Wheland.

Wheland nodded when he was finally able to breathe in air without coughing again. “Thanks for that, Coop.”

Jayson walked in to the kitchen, shirtless and scratching his head. “What’s Cooper doing now?” Jayson asked Wheland.

“He just made me choke on my own coffee,” Wheland said.

“Yeah, because I referred to jizz as being nectar of the gods,” Cooper said with a laugh. “As if he’s never heard that line before.”

“It’s too early for your comedy routine, Coop,” Wheland said.

“You think it’s early? It’s almost two in the afternoon!” Cooper said.

Cooper left the kitchen with Jayson and Wheland refilled his mug. A second later, Alex came in to the kitchen.

“I forgot to tell you,” Alex said to Wheland. “A couple of representatives from the LGBTQ charity I told you about will be at tonight’s show. They’ll be doing some kind of announcement on stage about us donating a portion of our ticket sales to the teen suicide prevention program.”

“Yeah, that’s cool,” Wheland said.

Wheland knew it was a cause near and dear to Alex and because of that everyone else in their band did their part to help, too. If they could help even one person from ending their lives because they’re being bullied based on their sexuality, Wheland was happy to help.

“We’ll probably have to pose for a few photographs or something,” Alex said.

“That’s fine,” Wheland said. “Anything you need, just let me know.”

“How long are you with us, Roost?” Alex asked, his eyes landing on Rooster.

“Tomorrow afternoon,” Rooster replied. “When you leave here for the next venue, I’ll probably head to the airport.”

Wheland closed his eyes and drew in a long breath. Rooster leaving was the last thing he wanted to talk about, especially after last night.

“It’d be great if you could stay,” Alex said. “Wheland is kind of a dick when you’re not around.”

“Fuck you,” Wheland said, and smiled.

Two black Suburban SUV’s pulled up in front of Trump Tower to bring them back to the Music Hall. Rooster slid in next to Wheland and took his hand. The ride was reasonably quiet, which Wheland was happy about since he was still trying to digest the fact Rooster would be flying back to the West Coast tomorrow. They arrived at the venue and were shuffled inside.

Both bands did a scheduled meet and greet with about three hundred contest winners and then there were the obligatory photographs and interviews. After that, both bands disappeared into their own dressing rooms to warm up.

“Do you want something to eat?” Rooster asked. “I can take a walk down to the food room and fill a couple of plates for us if you want.”

“I’ll go with you,” Wheland said, standing up beside Rooster. If he only a few hours left with Rooster, he wasn’t going to let the guy out of his sight.

They walked down the busy hallway, moving aside when they had to, and sometimes brushing hands when they did. Finally Rooster grabbed Wheland by the shoulder.

“You okay?” Rooster asked.

“Yeah, why?”

“You’re way too quiet,” Rooster said. “And that’s not your norm.”

“Is that a problem?” Wheland asked.

“No, it’s not a problem... never mind,” Rooster said. “Forget I said anything.”

Why was he trying to pick a fight? He wasn’t mad at Rooster. He was upset with their circumstances. That’s it. And it wasn’t fair for him to take that out on Rooster.

Wheland was about to say something when Alex called to them from the opposite end of the hall. He noticed Alex was talking to two women and figured it must be the representatives from the charity.

“Looks like duty calls,” Wheland said.

“Go take care of that and I’ll get us something eat,” Rooster said.

As Rooster slipped in to the room with the buffet tables, Wheland stepped closer to Alex. With each new stride, the recognition of who Alex was talking to nearly stopped his heart.

No fucking way!

“Wheland, this is Melanie Townsend from the charity,” Alex said. “Did I get the name right?”

“Yes, Mister Metcalf,” Melanie said, extending a hand for Wheland to shake.

“Please, Alex is fine,” Alex said. “That mister crap makes me feel as old as dirt.”

Wheland missed the woman’s name and the fact she now had her hand hanging out there in limbo because he couldn’t remove his eyes from the other woman standing beside Alex. It wasn’t until Alex nudged Wheland with an elbow to the ribs, that Wheland looked at Melanie and shook her hand.

“And, this is Christina Hardgrove,” Alex said.

“Please, call me Trina,” the slender, honey-blonde haired woman said, her eyes bouncing between Alex and Wheland.

Wheland stared at her in utter disbelief. Did she not remember who he was? Was this some sort of a joke? Wheland glanced at Alex, wondering if he had somehow fixed this to happen.

“Wheland, didn’t you hear me introduce Trina?” Alex asked.

“I already know who she is,” Wheland growled at Alex, then his eyes shot back to Trina. “What the
fuck
are you doing here?”

Alex opened his mouth to speak, but then Jerry Magnus waved him into the food room. As if she sensed the storm brewing, Melanie excused herself to the ladies’ room and that’s when Wheland latched on to Trina’s elbow and dragged to the side of the hall.

“Get your hands off of me!” Trina protested.

“Not a chance in hell,” Wheland said. “You tell me right now why you’re really here because I’m betting your little visit has nothing to do with the charity we’re donating to.”

“I’ll have you know, I’m one of the chairpersons for The Gay Teen Alliance that Alex and Ivory Tower are donating to,” Trina scoffed.

“Oh, I’m sure you are!”

Wheland’s raised voice brought Cooper to the doorway of the buffet room. A moment later, Rooster joined him and they stood there and listened to Wheland’s heated interaction with the woman.

“I wonder why Wheland is so pissed off at her,” Cooper said to Rooster. “Do you think she’s an ex-girlfriend or something?”

Rooster shook his head; his eyes darting back and forth between Wheland and the woman. “I haven’t a clue,” Rooster said. He studied her. There were details about her face that were familiar, something Rooster couldn’t put his finger on. One possibility did pop in to his brain, but there was no way he was going to share that with Cooper. He’d have to talk to Wheland for confirmation on his suspicion, and if Wheland still wasn’t ready to talk about it, Rooster would respectfully have to drop the subject. Again.

Wheland looked around them. There were far too many people here to have this conversation. Not to mention, Cooper and Rooster standing in the doorway watching. No fucking way this was going to play-out in the hallway. He took Trina by the elbow again and started walking.

“Where are you taking me?” Trina asked, nearly running to keep up with Wheland’s long strides.

“Someplace private,” Wheland said. “Although maybe you want our conversation to be front page news? Is that your fucking angle this time, Trina?”

“Stop it!” Trina shouted.

Wheland shoved Trina into an empty alcove beside a set of stairs at the end of a short hall. “What do you want from me? Hmm? Didn’t you do enough damage with your last visit?”

“That was over a decade ago,” Trina said.

“That’s right! And I stayed the fuck away from you and your fucked-up, society entrenched family – just like you wanted,” Wheland said through clenched teeth. “So, why are you back? Did you want to pull a few more skeletons out of our family closet? Watch me squirm some more? It won’t happen a second time! Do you hear me? That part of my life died after your last visit!”

“I’m not here to see you!” Trina said.

“Bullshit! Stop lying!”

“I’m involved with several different charities I believe in! The Gay Teen Alliance just happens to be one of them,” Trina said.

“Little miss perfect, with all your fucking charity work,” Wheland sneered. “I’m sure your mother and step-daddy must be so proud.”

“You don’t know my mother or step-father, so keep your snide comments to yourself,” Trina said. “She was a victim of our father’s behavior – same as
your
mother!”

Wheland’s eyes narrowed as he stepped closer to Trina. She pressed herself up against the wall to get as far away from him as possible. His hand slapped the concrete block wall beside her head.

“I suppose you’re going to tell me when the opportunity to work alongside Alex and Ivory Tower came across your desk, you were the only chairperson available for the job. And the fact I’m a member of Ivory Tower didn’t factor into your decision at all. Am I right?”

“You need to let this go,” Trina said. “Your anger is misplaced. I had
nothing
to do with your shitty childhood, nor did my mother, or anyone else in my family! Stop blaming us and point the finger at who was really to blame for that – our father!”

“Don’t you fucking bring him in to this!” Wheland said.

“
He
is at the root of that entire mess!” Trina said.

Wheland’s face was red with fury. He was about to speak again, when movement at the end of the short hall caught his attention. Alex stood beside Rooster; both of them looking confused.

“Wheland!” Alex yelled to him. “Come with me.”

“Fuck off, Alex,” Wheland said. “This is
not
your concern.”