Page 234 of Game Night: Truth or Dare

“Oh, I thought that was the guest house.”

“It is. The studio is just behind it.”

“Come on over later and we’ll give you the tour,” Jamie said.

“What time is the party tonight?” Ben asked.

“A car is collecting us at nine. We’ll have an early dinner before we go, because there’s never enough food at these things,” Wil told him.

“Glad to see you’re keeping us organized, son,” Kellet said, patting Wil on the shoulder as he passed him on his way out of the room. “Miles will be happy.”

The comment made Ben curious, and as they headed back to their room, he asked Wil what his dad had meant.

“Oh. You know I said I was originally going to study music at Wyndham? Well, after I convinced Dad to rejoin Larkspur as their drummer, he took me along as his PA. I spent the summer on tour and as much as I love playing music, being behind the scenes, organizing Dad and the guys, just felt right. I’ve spent the last three years doing the same for either Larkspur or Eclipse, and Miles has offered me an entry-level job at CMM when I graduate.”

“Wow! That’s amazing,” Ben told him. “You’re really lucky to have that connection.”

“I know I am, but I’ve earned it. I’ve worked some really long hours to learn everything I can. I don’t want people to presume I’m a nepo baby, and that I got the job just because of who my dads are.”

Ben slipped his arms around Wil’s neck, nuzzling under his jaw. “They’ll see you’re a hard worker and that you got there on your own merits.” He whispered his lips along Wil’s stubbled jaw to his ear. “Now, wanna scrub my back in the shower?”

Wil shot Ben a glance as the SUV pulled up in front of The Bamboo Club. As expected, a crowd of people gathered outside the famous venue, hoping to spot celebrities, and Wil worried about Ben being overwhelmed.

They’d spent a relaxing day, starting out with mutual blowjobs in the shower after breakfast, and then lounging by the pool, both catching up on schoolwork. Later in the afternoon, Ben had sat in on an impromptu jam session. Wil had been quietly proud to show off his own musical prowess alongside his father and stepfather, which had earned him some heated looks from his newly minted boyfriend.

“In a moment, Brad, one of the security guys, will open the door, and Dad and Pa will get out first. Once they’re clear of the car, I’ll get out and then you,” Wil told him. “While they distract the crowd, we can sneak in.”

“Okay,” Ben said softly, eyes wide as he looked through the window.

“Put your sunglasses on,” Jamie told him. “It will help cut the glare from the cameras.”

Ben fumbled to pull the glasses from his pocket, and Wil took them from him, noting how much Ben’s hands were trembling. He slid the glasses onto Ben’s nose, brushing a stray curl away from his brow.

A knock at the door gave them a five-second warning before Brad opened it. The sound of cheering fans and shouting photographers increased from a dull roar as first Jamie stepped out, followed closely by Kellet.

Wil watched proudly as his father grasped Jamie’s hand while waving with the other. Just four years ago, this was all foreign to Kellet, but now he walked a red carpet like a seasoned professional.

As Kellet and Jamie advanced up the red carpet, Wil slipped out of the car, reaching a hand to Ben to help him out. Brad closed the SUV door and gave Wil a chin-tip before the SUV moved off to allow the next vehicle in.

“Come on, we can go this way,” Wil said, tugging Ben behind him.

Keeping as far back as they could, they skirted the edges of the carpet, dodging PR people as they herded their charges into the building.

At the door, Wil gave the doorman their names, and within moments they were inside. Moving to the side of the foyer, Wil stopped to check on Ben.

“You okay?”

“Wow! Yeah. That was intense, and we weren’t even the focus of the crowd. How do your dad and the rest of the band cope with it?” Ben asked, removing the sunglasses he’d worn and tucking them into a pocket of his loose-cut pants that made him look hellishly sexy. The soft black t-shirt he paired them hugged his torso, and Wil couldn’t wait to peel him out of it later.

“Eh,” Wil shrugged. “It freaked Dad out at first, but now he just goes with it. The others have been doing it since they were our age, so it’s second nature to them.”

“Where do we go now?” Ben asked, looking around.

“We’ll wait here for Dad and Pa, then we’ll head into the club’s main area,” Wil slipped an arm around Ben’s waist, pulling him close. “Have I told you how damn sexy you look tonight?”

Ben grinned up at him, eyes dancing in the lowlight, as his hand splayed on Wil’s stomach. “No, you haven’t.”

“Well, you do,” Wil told him, tracing a finger softly over Ben’s eyebrow and down his cheek. “I didn’t expect the guyliner and blush, but I really, really like it.”

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