No Regrets (6 page)

The phone only rang twice before Molly answered. "Drake Peter Rawlings if that is you and not the police informing me where to come identify the body, you'd better make them your next call because I am going to hunt you down and kill you."

He winced. She was mad. Well, he kind of figured she might be as he'd not called at all 'til now, but he'd been hoping it being Christmas might have mitigated things some. "Merry Christmas to you, too, Molly."

She harrumphed at him. "Do you know how long it's been since you left?"

"Um...a few weeks?"

"Six. Almost seven. That's nearly two months without a single call, a single fax, a single
anything
to let me know you're alive."

"I told you I needed some time off, Molly." He could feel his spine getting stiff, his muscles starting to tense up.

"Do you have any idea what the papers are saying?"

"I haven't read a newspaper since the day I left the office." It was true. He didn't even know if Scotty'd read any, and Drake hadn't asked.

"Half of them are saying you're dead, the other half are saying you're in rehab. And they keep calling here. The label keeps calling here. Everyone wants to know where you are!"

"And what do you tell them?"

"No comment." She snapped the words off and Drake could hear her telling the reporters just like that with that little disdainful tone. "The label's threatening to fire you if you don't call them back, Drake."

Oh, he didn't think so. He shook his head. "They can't do that. I have a contract. I have to deliver one more album to them before the end of next year, and tour for that album. Every other bit of dog and pony show they've had me do is icing on the fucking cake. You tell them that they should go right ahead and fire me and I'll see them in court when my lawyer wipes the fucking floor with them for breach of contract." He knew it wasn't her fault, but he couldn't help yelling at her. Goddamn, those people would suck him dry if they could.

Scotty's hands landed on his shoulders, strong as hell, working the tension right out of him. "Breathe, honey."

Oh, fuck, that felt good, and he relaxed back into the touch, taking a deep breath. "I'm sorry, Molly. I didn't mean to yell at you. I just... I needed to get away. I needed this. I'm sorry if I worried you."

"I wasn't worried at first. But when two weeks became three and then four and then Christmas... I just expected you to check in with me at least."

"Well, I've checked in now, does that count?"

"I suppose it'll have to. And I am glad you aren't really dead. Though I was starting to believe those tabloids myself!"

"I'm sorry. I'm all right. I'm better than all right--I'm really pretty good. I just wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year."

"Does that mean you aren't coming back yet?"

Scotty's fingers kept him loose, kept his shoulders from tensing up again. "I need to finish that album first. I've got half a dozen solid tracks. You tell the label that I'm busy working on it and that I'll show when it's ready."

"You promise you'll call in a few weeks even if it's not done yet."

"I will. Oh, and Molly, give yourself a big bonus from me."

She laughed. "I already have."

"Bitch."

"That's what you pay me for."

He laughed. "Molly? Thanks."

"You're welcome. Have a good Christmas."

"Yeah, I am. A great one. Bye."

He hung up the phone and dropped his head forward, groaning at the way Scotty's fingers were working his neck.

"Better?" Scotty was right there, touching away.

"You've got magic hands, Scotty." He looked back over his shoulder, smiling at his old friend, feeling himself settle back into the relaxation and good feelings he'd built over the last weeks.

"They know what they're doing." Scott looked a little sad for a second, then the look passed, a smile beaming out. "You hungry?"

His stomach managed to pick just then to growl, surprising him, and he chuckled. "I guess I am at that. Now that that's over with." He raised his hand, pressing it to Scotty's cheek, thumb sliding along those smiling lips.

Scott kissed his thumb, nodded. "It's hell when the real world comes knocking."

Yeah. Yeah, he guessed. Of course, he never saw Scott's phone ring, never saw the man actually work, even though most nights he'd wake up alone in the bed, the lights on in the studio.

"Tabloids are saying I'm dead. Or in rehab." He shook his head. He supposed the second one was kind of accurate, even if it wasn't for drugs or alcohol.

"Well, you're not. You're here. Living."

Grinning, he leaned into Scotty. "I'm here. Loving."

"Yeah. Yeah, loving." Scott's arms wrapped around him, holding on tight.

"Yeah." He pressed their lips together, tongue slipping into Scotty's mouth. Fuck, he didn't think he'd ever get used to how good this felt.

Scotty moaned, kissing him hard enough that his toes curled and he sort of forgot about everything else. Forgot about everything but sliding his hands down and grabbing Scotty's ass, rubbing up against all those muscles.

"Mmm... You hungry?" There was a tiny hickey on Scott's jaw. Sexy as fuck.

"Uh-huh." He licked his way over to the hickey, nibbling at it.

"The. Uh. The food is..." Scotty moaned, throat working.

"It'll wait, right?" He wrapped his lips around the marked skin, began to suck.

"Uh. Uh-huh."

He scraped at the mark with his teeth, wanting more of those less than coherent sounds from Scotty, wanting to be the one to make them happen. He got them, too, one after another, Scotty shivering and shaking in his arms. He finally pulled away and checked out the mark. It was bigger, darker, unmistakable. Groaning, he pushed their mouths back together again, losing himself in Scotty's taste.

"Need you, yeah? I do." Scott pushed against him, that heavy cock ready for him, throbbing against his hip. "Did you put Viagra in my coffee?"

"Yeah, in mine, too." He grinned, hips rubbing against Scotty's, wanting badly. "We gonna do it right here? Up against your kitchen counter?" It wouldn't be the first time.

"You want me here? Spread out for you?" Fuck, the things Scotty said.

"You know it. Hell, Scotty, I want you however I can get you."

He pushed his fingers into Scotty's waistband, groaning as he felt the heat of skin against them.

"Good." Scotty started wiggling out of his sweats, the smell of skin and musk heady.

Drake licked his lips. Damn, that was sexy, the way that Scotty wanted him, stripped down for him in the middle of the kitchen just like that. He stared a moment as that beautiful ass came into view, and then caught a glimpse of Scotty prick, shiny on the tip, and he moaned, rubbing himself through his sweats.

Then that pretty ass hopped up on the counter, and Scotty's thighs spread wide. "Come and get me."

He didn't need a second invitation. Tugging off his shirt and pushing down his sweats, he was soon as naked as Scotty. He moved to stand between Scotty's legs, arms sliding around the man's waist, pushing up good and close. "Gonna eat you all up, Scotty."

"Promises, promises." Scott's hands framed his face, those eyes taking him in.

He turned his face, just enough to lick at Scotty's skin, the flavor tempered by sugar and flour, spices. He turned back to meet those hungry eyes. "Yeah. Promises."

"It's going to hurt like hell when you go."

"I'm not going anywhere, Scotty." He wasn't finished with his album. He wasn't ready to let go.

"Good." Scott pushed into his kiss, tongue fucking his lips.

His fingers moved over Scotty, pressing hard, deep, touching as much of the warm, smooth skin as he could. Scott's legs wrapped around him, holding him close, drawing him right in against that fine body. He rubbed hard, their pricks rubbing, leaving wet kisses on their bellies. It felt so good. So fucking good.

"Love how you smell, honey." Scotty reached down, fingers pushing down between them, brushing over the tips of their cocks.

He jerked, lightning going through him at the simple touch. "I smell like turkey," he teased before growing serious. "I love you how taste."

"Oh. Taste me." Scotty spread wider, hips sliding on the counter.

"My pleasure," he murmured. He started at the top, taking a quick kiss before licking Scotty's lips, and then sucking on his chin, nibbling at the underside.

"Hungry..." He loved that desperate, moaning sound.

"Starving for you." Like he'd been hungry all his life until he finally got his first taste of Scotty.

He wrapped his lips around Scott's Adam's apple, licking and sucking.

"Dee. Dee, give me more." Demanding man.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you not to eat too fast?" He nipped at the hollow at the base of Scott's throat and then licked his way down Scott's breastbone.

"I... Huh?" Scotty's nipples were hard as little rocks.

"Gotta savor my meal, man." He licked his way over to one, deliberately missing it as he swiped his tongue nearby.

"Tease." Scott shifted, body wanting his mouth.

He chuckled, loving the need that threaded through that word. Loving it enough that he closed his lips over Scott's nipple and flicked his tongue across it.

"Yes..." Scott's head hit the cabinet door with a thud.

Humming the tune that he'd named Scotty's Song in his head, he worked his way over to the other nipple, using his teeth on this one. He loved how Scotty went wild, cussing and shifting, fingers tangled in his hair. Yeah, just like that. Scotty's cock bumped against him, impatient and needy and he ignored it in favor of continuing to move between Scotty's nipples. Scotty started humping, prick rubbing against him, pushing harder and faster. Christ, he felt like a god, with Scotty wild and desperate from these touches.

He worked his way slowly down, wanting to feast on every bit of Scotty he could get. He laughed as he hit that sweet navel, tongue dipping in and playing, Scotty's cock impatiently bumping his chin.

"I want. Dee. Honey. Please." Oh, yeah. He could so get off on the begging.

Drake looked up at Scotty's face, seeing the need there as clear as day. "Trust me, Scotty. I won't leave you wanting." He nipped once at Scotty's belly, and then bent to lick at the wet tipped cock.

"I... Oh, sweet fuck, Dee. You're so good..."

Drake snorted. He was just doing what felt good when Scotty did it to him. He nibbled his way down the shaft, the silky skin so hot, the flavor all salt and musk and
Scott.
His hands slid along Scotty's inner thighs, spreading him wider apart. There wasn't anything finer on earth than that man, spread for him and begging for it.

He explored Scotty's balls, licking them, taking each one into his mouth and sucking until Scotty's cries grew louder. Then he nudged them out of the way to lick at the soft, smooth patch of skin beyond them, the scent here all fucking Scott and so damn good. Scott whimpered, one heel catching on the edge of the counter.

Fuck. So sexy.

Groaning, he licked at Scott's hole, tongue sliding on the wrinkled skin, feeling it as it clenched and relaxed. His own prick throbbed, his ass clenching and it was like he could still feel Scotty there, inside him. He whimpered, pushing his tongue in where his cock wanted to be. The sounds that drew from Scott had his hand around his prick, jacking fast and hard, making sure he was hard, ready to push in deep.

He held off as long as he could, fucking Scott with his tongue until he couldn't stand it for another second. A cry tore from his throat as he rose up, pushing in just like that, his cock going deep into Scotty's body.

"Yes. Fuck. Dee. Harder." Scott slid off the counter, holding his weight on those lean arms. Fuck.

He grabbed hold of Scott's thighs, pulling him close with every thrust. Oh, fuck. So deep. So hot and tight. He moved hard, faster, watching his cock going into Scotty's body, watching the lean muscles work. Those filthy words drove him faster, pushed him harder and harder, their skin slapping together.

"Scotty. Fuck. Good." He wasn't even sure what he was trying to say, but he couldn't find the words anyway, and he met Scott's eyes, held them as his hips snapped and jerked, driving him into Scotty's body.

"Uh-huh." Scott nodded, flushed, and shot, seed spraying between them.

Scott's ass tightened around him and he cried out, shuddering as he filled Scott with his spunk. He brought their foreheads together, panting, trying to catch his breath.

"Good." Scotty looked like he'd been beaned over the head with a baseball bat.

Humming, he took Scotty's mouth, the kiss long and lazy, his hand spreading Scotty's come into the skin of man's belly, that scent stronger than any of the others in the kitchen now. "Good? Best fucking Christmas ever."

"Uh-huh. Best." Ah. Scotty was all melted.

He slowly let Scotty's thighs go, fingers sliding on skin. He took another kiss, tongue sliding in Scotty's mouth. "Love," he whispered.

"I do. Have." Those eyes were dead serious.

He swallowed. "Me, too, Scotty. Really. I know I have a lousy track record, but I never..." He shook his head. "This is different."

"Good. I can stand being different for you." Scott's grin was quick and bright. "After you get my ass off the edge of this counter, anyway."

Drake laughed, his cock slipping out of Scotty's body as he did. "Got a cranberry digging in?"

"Just the edge." Scotty winked, leaned in. "Merry Christmas, honey."

Nodding, he grabbed Scotty's ass and tugged him right off the counter, squeezing and massaging the cool flesh. "Yeah. Merry Christmas."

"Come on. Quick shower and we'll feast. Then presents!"

He let his face drop. "We were supposed to get each other presents?" The corner of his mouth twitched. He'd written a song just for Scott, had handwritten the lyrics and music out for him--Scotty owned it lock stock and royalties.

"Dork." Scott grinned. "Yours is in the studio, still."

He chuckled, grinning back at Scotty. "I've got yours in the guest room." The room he'd started off in.

"Yeah? What is it?" Scott started moving him toward the stairs.