Sinners On Tour 04 Wicked Beat (25 page)

“Don’t frequent West Hollywood much then, do you?”

Rebekah snorted.

Her younger sister stared at him, but was apparently too shy or too scared to initiate conversation. “Do you like blue too?” Eric asked.

She nodded.

“It’s about time for me to change colors again. What color do you think I should do next?”

“Purple!” the older girl said.

The younger nodded again.

“Purple?” Eric pretended to be perplexed. “Isn’t that a girl color?”

“No, pink is a girl color,” the girl insisted. “Boys can have purple.”

“Alright, purple it is. I trust you wouldn’t steer me wrong and make my hair a girl color.”

The younger girl laughed. “Pink. Pink. You should have pink hair!”

“Now I know you’re trying to make me look silly.”

“You’ve already succeeded in that on your own,” Isaac mumbled. Eric refused to take his bait.

The mother offered Isaac a scathing look and then smiled at Eric. “Thank you,” she said quietly and helped her girls push their trays further down the line. Eric caught Rebekah smiling sadly as she offered gravy to the two little girls. He placed a gentle hand in the center of Rebekah’s back, and she leaned against his arm. When she looked up, his throat closed off, and all he could think about was how much he wanted to kiss her.

“Yo, Eric,” Sed called from the beginning of the chow line. “Gather the rest of the guys and come down here for an interview.”

Eric knew Sed could do a fine job with the interview on his own, but he did his bidding anyway. Something about Sed made Eric always want to do his bidding. “Bring Dave with you. And Rebekah too.” Especially when Sed made requests such as those.

Eric gathered his bandmates and Dave. They went to sit at one of the picnic tables. Trey sat on the table with his feet on the bench, while the rest lined up in a row. Dave maneuvered his wheelchair into the space at the end of the table next to Sed. The only one not present was Rebekah. Eric made a return trip to retrieve her.

“Sed wants us all to have an interview with the news crew.”

“Why me?”

Eric shrugged. “I dunno. He specifically requested you join us though.”

She handed her gravy ladle to a volunteer and wiped her hands on her black pants. Eric noticed the flour handprints on her ass and wondered if they belonged to Isaac. He wished he could say that they belonged to him.

“Where are you going?” Isaac asked.

“I’ll be back,” she assured him and headed toward the group.

Eric hung behind her so he didn’t take her hand. He sure wanted to hold it, but that would bring Mrs. B running for sure.

“Okay, everyone’s here now. You can start,” Sed said to the reporter.

The reporter spoke into her microphone, “It’s been awhile since you gave an update on the state of the band. It’s obvious that Trey’s hands are better.” Trey wriggled his fingers to demonstrate. “But how’s your voice, Sedric?”

“Perfectly fine,” he said.

Which wasn’t exactly true. His throat specialist harped on him constantly about screaming in live shows. He was getting better at keeping his volume down and allowing the soundboard operator to increase it electronically. Rebekah made a lot of adjustments for him. Eric glanced at her. She looked a bit shell-shocked to be sitting amongst them in an interview.

“A lot of fans were upset when the new single had less of your signature screaming and more singing. Was singing a decision or necessity?”

A little of both, but Sed chose to sugarcoat it.

“Well, as a band we wanted the new album to show our growth as musicians,” Sed said. “When I first started out, I screamed because that’s what I knew how to do best. As my singing voice evolved, I wanted to sing more, but the fans have come to expect screaming.”

“We’re taking a lot of chances on this album,” Brian said. “We hope our fans stand beside us as we stretch our creativity to its limits.”

“So there are more surprises in store for fans?” the reporter asked.

“You might say that,” Eric said.

“You’re the main composer, right?” the reporter asked Eric.

“More of an arranger,” Eric said. “Brian writes the guitar music. Sed writes most of the lyrics. I pick out the pieces that work well together and arrange them into songs. Then I add drum tracks, and on this album, Jace worked out the bass lines.”

“What does Trey do?”

“I just look pretty for the camera,” Trey said.

Everyone laughed.

“You don’t compose at all?” the reporter pressed.

“Brian writes the guitar music,” Trey reiterated. “No way could I ever come up with the amazing stuff he composes. I’m just along for the ride.”

“Trey has written the lyrics for a couple songs,” Sed entered.

“I did write ‘Goodbye Is Not Forever,’ our only ballad,” Trey said. “And I wrote one of the new songs.”

“‘Sever’?”

“No, Sed wrote that one. We’re not finished recording yet. My song might not end up on the album, so I don’t want to say much about it.”

“It will end up on the album,” Sed said. He squeezed Trey’s forearm, and some connection between them solidified.

Eric decided it had something to do with Trey’s addiction to painkillers and Sed’s involvement in getting him off them.

“What’s it called?” the reporter asked. Eric could tell she was hanging on Trey’s every word.

“‘Fall.’”

“Like the season?”

Trey shook his head and stared at his hands, which clutched the fabric of his jeans.

Sed patted him on the back. “It’s a great song,” Sed said.

Trey smiled a little but didn’t raise his head. The reporter seemed to realize she should change the subject.

“You’ve added a couple new instruments to the mix too. Will you play violin on the album, Sed?”

“I mostly used the violin to fill in for my screaming when my throat was injured, but yeah, there are a couple songs where I use the violin on purpose.” Sed chuckled.

“Can’t wait to hear that. The piano piece sounds amazing on ‘Sever.’ Did you write that, Jace?”

Jace flushed and shook his head. “It was originally one of Brian’s guitar solos. Eric modified it into piano music.”

Eric caught Rebekah staring at him with something that might have been adulation. He wasn’t sure what had brought it on all of a sudden.

“So when can we expect the new album to hit the shelves?”

“This spring. We still have some tour dates to make up in January, and then we’ll hit the studio hard and heavy in February. After that, we’ll take a little break and start a tour next summer to promote the new album.”

“Sounds busy.”

Sed chuckled. “We’re always busy.”

“And we’re all happy about that.” The reporter turned to Dave. “You’re the soundboard operator who was injured in the bus crash in Canada, right?”

“Yeah. David Blake. I’ve been working with Sinners for several years now.”

“Are you still part of the crew?”

“No, I—”

“Yes,” Sed interrupted. “That’s why I called you over here. We want you to come on the road with us in January, if you’re up for it.”

Dave smiled. “Yeah, of course. Sinners is the greatest bunch of musicians I’ve ever worked with. They’re just… great.” The tears in Dave’s eyes were unmistakable. “They’ve given me hope. They also gave up their Thanksgiving to be here and help at the shelter.”

“Myrna said she’d cook for us all tomorrow,” Brian said. “It’s no big deal.”

Dave shook his head. “You’re all coming over to my house for dinner tonight. Mom is a wonderful cook, and she always makes enough for fifteen people.”

“We couldn’t possibly impose,” Sed said. His stomach growled a protest, and he covered his belly with one hand.

“It’s not imposing. I want you to come. I’m sure the folks would be more than happy for you to join us, right, Reb?”

Rebekah started. She’d been staring at her hands clenched in her lap. “What?”

“I just invited the guys over for Thanksgiving dinner.”

“You should probably ask Mom,” Rebekah said.

“Ask Mom what?” Mrs. B said.

“The band’s coming over for dinner tonight,” Dave said.

Mrs. B’s jaw dropped.

“Please, Mom. They let me keep my job. Even though I’m stuck in this wheelchair.”

Mrs. B smiled gently and smoothed Dave’s hair with one hand. “Of course they can come. It’s the least we can do to repay them for that smile on your face, David.”

Dave’s smile widened. “Awesome! We have dinner late,” he told them. “Around eight.”

“I guess I better head home and get the turkey in the oven then,” Mrs. B said.

Which would finally get Rebekah out of her ever-watchful eye, and maybe Eric could get her alone so they could talk. She was obviously torn up about Dave replacing her as soundboard operator. Even if she solidified his fears that their relationship was over, at least it was better than being ignored and wondering if they’d ever make amends.

Rebekah glanced up and met Eric’s eyes. She looked like she wanted to talk too. Even though she hadn’t answered his calls, he still hadn’t given up hope. Maybe, if he could get her to listen to him, she’d give him a second chance.

“Rebekah, grab Isaac and your father, and meet me at the car,” Mrs. B said. “I’m going to need lots of help.”

“We could all help,” Eric offered.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Mrs. B said. She grabbed the back of Dave’s chair and directed him toward the exit.

“Did you have any more questions?” Sed asked the reporter.

“Thousands,” the reporter insisted.

Eric watched Rebekah and Isaac leave the kitchen. He tried to pay attention to the rest of the interview, but it was hard when his thoughts were following the woman he loved out the door.

Trey watched the interplay between Eric and Rebekah, Rebekah and Isaac, Eric and Isaac, and his anger increased with each passing minute. It took a lot to piss him off, but he was livid. Rebekah was a complete idiot. How could she choose a homosexual man over Eric? And how could Eric just let her? She and Eric worked great together. They’d been so happy. How could they just let that go? And then there was Isaac, who was in total denial, pretending he loved Rebekah to hide what he really was. Fucking idiots. All three.

When Isaac excused himself from the table to use the restroom, Trey followed a moment later. Maybe it was wrong to stick his nose in their business, but it wasn’t every day Eric found a girl crazy and stupid enough to love him. And she did love him. Otherwise, she wouldn’t appear so heartsick every time she looked at him.

Which happened to be pretty much constantly since they’d sat down to eat at the Blakes’ dinner table.

Eric seemed to believe he was thinking of Rebekah’s happiness by giving her the time and space she needed. What a tool. If he’d really been thinking of her happiness, he would have told Isaac to get lost by now.

Trey waited outside the bathroom door. He listened to the sounds of water running as Isaac washed his hands. When the door opened, Trey blocked his exit. Isaac stopped short. Trey was an inch taller than him, if that, but one intense look sent in the guy’s direction had him instantly in the submissive role. Just where Trey wanted him.

And Trey did want him. Wanted to show him that accepting who he was would bring him far more contentment than pretending to be something he wasn’t. Trey knew these good boys often had a hard time coming to terms with their homosexual nature. That they thought it was wrong. Trey would show him different.

“Ex-excuse me,” Isaac said, his eyes drifting downward.

“I need to talk to you,” Trey said.

Isaac straightened his spine and lifted his gray-eyed gaze. He really was a looker. Pretty, but not effeminate. Strong, but not too strong. Cherry. Yes, very cherry. Exactly Trey’s type. “About?”

“Privately.”

Isaac took a step back. Trey took two steps forward. When they’d both crossed the threshold, Trey closed the door behind him and locked it.

“What are you do—”

Trey moved forward until he had Isaac against a wall.

“I don’t believe in violence,” Isaac said, trembling.

Trey laughed. Did he think he was here to beat him up? Hardly. “Me neither. As the saying goes, I’m a lover, not a fighter.”

Isaac chanced a glance at him and then lowered his gaze to Trey’s chest. “What do you want from me then?”

Trey placed both hands on the wall on either side of Isaac’s body to further assert his dominant role. Trey could go either way, but nothing got his blood pumping like a confused virgin.

Isaac’s trembling intensified.

“You really don’t know?” Trey took another step forward. Inches separated the length of their bodies. Trey’s nose brushed Isaac’s jaw as he whispered, “I want you to admit who you are, that’s all.”

“You’re making me very uncomfortable,” Isaac said.

“Uncomfortable or excited?”

Isaac pressed a hand against Trey’s chest. Perhaps his intention had been to push Trey away, but instead, his hand curled and gripped Trey’s shirt.

“That’s what I thought,” Trey murmured. “I’m guessing you’ve never been this turned on in your entire life, and I haven’t even touched you.” Trey breathed a hot breath against Isaac’s neck, and Isaac shuddered. “Yet.”

Isaac’s other hand moved to Trey’s waist and slid around to his back. He stopped short of pressing his body against Trey’s, but he wanted to. Trey knew he did. “This is wrong,” Isaac
said breathlessly.

Trey rubbed his open mouth along Isaac’s jaw. “Doesn’t feel wrong though, does it? It feels right. Nothing has ever felt more right.”

Isaac made a sound of torment in the back of his throat.

“Do you want me to kiss you?” Trey murmured. Isaac obviously did, but Trey was going to make him admit it.

“No,” Isaac panted. “Rebekah…”

“She can’t give you what you want, Isaac.”

“She and I can…” Isaac took a step forward, pressing his body against Trey’s. Trey felt Isaac’s excitement against his hip. His cock was hard as stone. “We can adopt children.”

“I’m not talking about that. She can’t fuck you the way you want to be fucked.” Trey leaned closer, resting his forearms on the wall. He brushed his nose against Isaac’s jaw and said, “The way
I
can fuck you.”

Isaac swallowed hard. “I don’t…”

Trey moved a hand to Isaac’s ass and shifted him slightly so their hard cocks were pressed together. “If you didn’t want it, you wouldn’t be hard. If I held a straight man like this, he’d be freaked out, not excited. You want it, Isaac. You can admit it to me. I won’t judge. I want it too.” Trey leaned back slightly to stare into Isaac’s bewildered gray eyes. “Say you want me.” Trey took his free hand from the wall and slid it into Isaac’s soft, loose curls. Isaac really did have the face of an angel. If he didn’t admit it soon, Trey was going to kiss him regardless. “Say it, Isaac.”

“I…” He squeezed his eyes shut.

Trey slid his hand over Isaac’s ass so that his fingertips pressed against that place Trey so wanted to fuck, though he had no intention of taking it that far. At least, not today. He rubbed Isaac there, and Isaac went limp against Trey’s body. Completely submissive in his arms. Maybe Trey would take it that far after all. Fuck Isaac in the bathroom at Rebekah’s parents’ house. Wouldn’t that give Mrs. B a stroke? Knowing the son-in-law she so craved got fucked in the ass by one of those dirty rock stars in her own home while they ate Thanksgiving dinner. The thought made Trey’s heart thud with excitement. Hell, even if she never found out, he’d know. Trey grinned wickedly.

“Does that feel good?” Trey whispered, still rubbing Isaac’s hole through his pants.

“Mmmmm.”

“I can make it feel a whole lot better.”

“Please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please… f-fuck me. There.”

Who could turn down that plea? Not Trey. “If that’s what you want.”

“Yes.” He nodded vigorously. “I’ve always wanted it. Always.”

“How does it feel to admit that?”

Isaac took a shaky breath. “Terrifying.”

Trey understood that. “It’s okay. I can give you what you want. What you need. You don’t ever have to be afraid when you’re with me.” Trey tightened his hand in Isaac’s hair to hold his head still so he could kiss him.

The instant Trey’s lips touched Isaac’s, Isaac thrust his tongue into Trey’s mouth and pulled him closer with surprising strength. Still kissing Trey with deep enthusiasm, Isaac turned and slammed Trey against the wall. He pulled away and separated their bodies enough to unfasten Trey’s belt and open his fly. The soft-spoken guy had gone from zero to a hundred and twenty in three seconds flat. Maybe he was more dominant than Trey had first expected.

Fine with him. Trey liked to get it as much as he liked to give.

Isaac’s hand trembled as it touched Trey’s cock for the first time. His breath came out in an excited huff when he gripped it in his palm and gently stroked its length. “Forgive me, God,” he whispered, “for I am about to sin.”

He dropped to his knees, and Trey wasn’t sure if he was going to start praying—which would have totally freaked him out—or what. Trey gasped when Isaac directed his cock into his mouth and sucked him deep. Trey leaned heavily into the cool tile wall behind him and stroked Isaac’s hair. He watched Isaac struggle not to gag each time his cock bumped into the back of his throat.

Isaac’s technique was a little timid, but the guy had no way of knowing how much Trey loved to have a man on his knees sucking his cock. The combination of sensation and the vision of his cock disappearing into Isaac’s mouth made Trey’s belly quiver. Isaac’s hand slid over Trey’s heavy balls and between his legs. When he realized Isaac’s intention, Trey relaxed his stance and allowed Isaac’s finger to slide up his ass. He fleetingly wondered how many times Isaac had fantasized about doing this to another man.

For a virgin, he was very keen to explore. When a second finger slid up Trey’s ass, the involuntary need to thrust overtook him and he rocked forward, driving his cock deeper into Isaac’s throat.

Isaac somehow managed to suck harder. Mercy.

Trey tilted his head to lean against the wall. His eyes drifted closed as he allowed sensation to carry him away.

Isaac’s suction intensified, his fingers curled forward and pressed against Trey’s prostate. How had he known… Oh yeah, the guy was a doctor. “That feels amazing,” Trey whispered. “You can rub harder.”

When he complied, Trey groaned. Close to orgasm, Trey eased Isaac back. Trey sucked a breath of air through his teeth as his cock popped free of Isaac’s tight suction. Damn, he loved the power of a man’s mouth.

“Did I do it wrong?” Isaac asked. The uncertainty in those trembling words brought a smile to Trey’s lips.

“No, baby. You were perfect. I’m seconds from coming, and I want to give you what you want now.”

Isaac’s fingers slid free of his ass, and Trey urged him to his feet. He turned Isaac to face the wall and moved behind him. He wished they had all the time in the world to explore each other’s bodies, but he knew the reality was that they had to hurry. Someone would probably come looking for them soon and Isaac needed time to adjust to what he was discovering about himself before revealing it to others. It was one thing to accept who you were and an entirely different thing to find the acceptance of people you cared about.

Trey unfastened Isaac’s pants and pushed down to his knees. He caressed Isaac’s hips, his hands traveling down either side of Isaac’s erect cock to trail lightly over his balls. Trey palmed them gently, but didn’t touch Isaac’s cock, just the area around it, above it, and below it, until Isaac was whimpering with excitement. Trey paused to apply a condom and then returned to the gentle caresses that would drive any man insane with need.

“Fuck me, Trey. I can’t stand the anticipation.”

The problem was Trey didn’t have any lubrication, and he sure didn’t want to hurt Isaac his first time. Maybe there was something in the medicine cabinet they could use.

“Hold that thought,” Trey said.

He opened the medicine cabinet and found a tube of K-Y Jelly. Jackpot. So Mr. and Mrs. B still liked to roll in the sack. You never could judge a person’s sex life by looking at them.

“Hurry,” Isaac said, hands on the wall, beautiful virginal ass exposed and begging for penetration.

Trey applied lubricant to his straining cock and then to Isaac’s waiting hole. Isaac gasped excitedly and strained against Trey as his fingers pressed inside his silky depths for the first time. Trey withdrew his fingers completely and applied more lube. He slid them deep again and rotated them inside Isaac to prepare him for his first deep penetration.

“Oh,” Isaac crooned. “Oh yes. Take me.”

Trey was too excited to loosen him up properly. He needed to possess Isaac’s tight, eager ass. Like immediately. Trey grabbed his cock in one hand and carefully inserted its head into Isaac’s body. It took every shred of his willpower not to surge forward and bury himself balls deep. Trey pressed an inch deeper and then withdrew completely before entering him again. Just an inch. Another. Withdraw. Again. A bit deeper this time.

“Ahhh,” Isaac gasped.

“You okay?” Trey whispered.

“No.”

“No?” Trey started to pull out, but Isaac pushed against him.

“Deeper. I want you deeper. Fuck me for real! Don’t tease.”

Can
do.
Trey began thrusting slowly. Pressing half an inch deeper with each penetration until Isaac was taking all of him with every thrust. When Isaac crooned with excitement and met his thrusts, Trey reached around his body and took Isaac’s cock between his palms, stroking his length in time with each plunge.

Isaac tried to keep his cries of pleasure to a minimum, but he was totally getting off and rocking back to take Trey harder and harder. Isaac thrust his cock into Trey’s hands at the same time. Trey grinned, loving to give a lover pleasure even more than he liked to receive it. He knew that giving always came back twenty-fold, and Isaac’s body was pure bliss. Trey’s own pleasure was building him toward orgasm quickly. He stroked Isaac’s cock faster, fingers bumping lightly over the crown to bring him quickly to orgasm.

Isaac bit his hand as he cried out, his ass gripping Trey tightly as he came. His hot cum filled Trey’s hand and dripped between his fingers. Trey let go in the next instant, still pumping vigorously into Isaac as the spasms of pleasure gripped the base of his cock. He shuddered in the aftermath of bliss for a moment, planting tender kisses on Isaac’s nape as his breathing returned to normal. He pulled out with a reluctant sigh.

Trey urged Isaac to face him, knowing all the emotions that went through a guy the first time he realized he enjoyed getting fucked up the ass. To be dominated by another man. To be filled while he came. There was nothing like it. It was humbling and empowering. Trey licked Isaac’s cum off his hand as a sign of affection. Isaac watched, his eyes glassy, breathing still irregular.

“That was perfect, Isaac,” he said.

Isaac flushed.

“Did you like it? Did getting fucked live up to your expectations?”

He nodded. “Even better than I imagined.”

Trey smiled. “Good. Go clean up now.”

Isaac reached for the toilet paper. Trey removed the condom and cleaned up in the sink.

“You need to tell Rebekah the truth,” Trey pressed as he refastened his pants and secured his belt buckle.

Isaac hesitated. “Is that why you seduced me?”

Trey drew him into his arms. “I seduced you because I wanted you.” Maybe that hadn’t been his reason when he’d entered the bathroom, but it was true now. Trey kissed him, his tongue brushing Isaac’s upper lip. “You’re sexy, Isaac. Desirable.”

“I am?” He glanced at him shyly.

“Yeah. I’d fuck you again right now if I had the time. I’ll give you my number. We can get together again. Maybe I’ll let you fuck me next time.”