Page 9 of A Knotty Road Trip

The airport is kinda deserted at this hour, but I'm still waiting for a group of crazed fans to pop out of nowhere and attack us.

We gave our driver the weekend off until he has to drive to LA, and the label thought having our bodyguard, Rich, traveling with us would bring more attention our way.

He's already in LA and is supposed to be picking us up when our flight touches down.

We have the weekend to rest, then three interviews with a few talk shows and a photo shoot.

The job never ends, but I love it. Having my fans sing back the lyrics I write with the man that I love will never grow old.

It would be even better if I could get him on stage, performing with me, but I understand he doesn't want the attention.

Even though his voice makes me rock hard, and my knot swell.

His mental health is more important, and I would never jeopardize that.

“Where did Angel go?” Beck asks as I stop at the elevator.

“He wanted pizza. I say we drop off our stuff in the room, then go search for something to eat. I want something warm. Maybe meatloaf and potatoes or pasta?”

“Yes, and something sweet. I think there is a Cheesecake Factory downstairs. They might be closed now though.”

The elevator dings and a stewardess exits. She gives me a flirty smile, and I smirk back.

I'm not interested in her at all, but we always have to be on point with our expressions. Never know who's watching or recording.

A friend of ours is in deep water with his fans. He was rude to a group of young girls, and caused one to cry. It was a set up on their end, but it doesn't matter - perception is everything these days.

“Are you gentlemen headed to the VIP lounge?” she coos, and Beck ever the professional steps in front of me and gives her his attention.

Pushing his glasses back up his nose with his pointer finger, he gives her a smile.

“Yes, we have a delay, it seems, so we are going to relax for a while. We'd appreciate it if we weren't bothered.”

“Oh, yes, of course. But if you need anything at all please come find me. I'm Rissa, and I'll be at gate seven. We are here to serve you… In any way, Mr. Baron.”

We wait until she continues down the hall, then step into the elevator and head to the lounge.

Yawning, I step into Beck's arms and rest my head on his shoulder as he runs his fingers through my hair.

“Keep that up, and I'll be pressing the Emergency Stop button and taking your ass right here,” I growl, and he shudders, gripping my hair tight, yanking.

Fuck it. Pulling away from him, I grab his throat gently and bring his lips to mine. “Tate,” he groans and my cock throbs. It’s been too long since I’ve had him, and he seems just as keyed up as me.

Kissing me harder, he moves me backwards until my spine hits the buttons. Oh right.

Reaching behind me I feel for the big red knob, then yank it, bringing the elevator to a stop.

The phone rings next, and I groan. Beck steps away giving me a moment to catch my breath as he begins to strip off his layers.

Turning, I grab the phone and answer it.

“Is everything okay? We got an alert that the elevator stopped.”

“I will give you ten-thousand dollars if you ignore the alert and give me thirty minutes,” I mutter.

Beck bites his bottom lip and moves his hand slowly along his abs, stopping at the waistband of his joggers.

His cock is hard and not bashful through the thin fabric.

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